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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧.

ꜰɴᴀꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏxʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ꜰᴏxʏ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: Spoilers? Missing children, child abduction, mentions of death, FNAF stuff, slight mental illness, mentions of getting committed, a bit emotional with an almost good ending?

A/N: I choose Foxy because he is my favorite both in the game and movie. Hope ya'll like this fic.

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You were just gone for a moment, you had to use the bathroom, you thought that he'd be okay with the other kids. When you came out, he was nowhere to be seen. You looked for him everywhere, in the arcade, the ball pit, the bathroom. Then you heard that other kids also went missing. The police got called, you told your mom what happened. You were growing scared and desperate to find your brother. But weeks turned to months, and months turned to years. The police just stopped looking because they didn't find anything. No suspicious activities or of that sort. No one was found and they didn't even find one single body. It was as if they vanished like thin air. But you? You didn't stopped, you didn't plan on stopping until you found what happened to your brother.

Not only that, but your dreams got all sorts of weird. You had always dreamt of the same thing. You were at the Pizzeria, stepping out of the restroom, wearing the same clothes as you did that day, except the place would get darker and more sinister. The people around you have become faceless and the music sounded much more dimer. You'd spot your brother for a moment, then he'd vanish into thin air. Every time that would happen, you'd call out to him. Screaming his name around the pizzeria. You'd also hear a voice, it sounded robotic. It would always spell out something that you couldn't quite catch. But there were some letters that you could make out. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You were never able to hear it clearly, it sounded like a broken cassette tape. Then you'd wake up. The dream went on for years, you never really dreamt of anything else. If you did, it would always be something that happened in your childhood, evolving your brother. A lot has changed since he turned out missing.

Now it was the early 2000's, you were already an adult. Working a nine to five job at a Target at the mall and living with your mom still. That early morning, you've woken up from that dream. Again, that same dream. You walking out the bathroom, still wearing that outfit you wore that day and the place was full of faceless people and that music. God that music made shivers run down your spine. You did what you'd always do, look for your brother. It always ended with with you entering the main lobby, near the small single stage. And again, that voice. 'C...O...M...E... F...I...N...D M...E...'. You never could make out what he was saying. Then you'd wake up. You didn't understand it. You never understood it. You got ready for work. You put on your red polo shirt with your name tag and your light brown kaki pants. Before you left the room, you looked at a picture sitting in your night stand. It was of you and your brother, on his birthday. You remembered that summer how he had a pirate themed birthday party. He loved pirates. You remember how he would walk around with a black eyepatch and a hook on his right hand. You would even play with him when your mom would be out working late. You always choose to be a mermaid or the villain in his games. You missed those times.

Besides that, you never really planned on going to school for anything. That was the last thing you would be worried about. So you decided to work, maybe save up enough money to maybe hire a private investigator or someone who can help you find something. Now you were at work, doing what you'd normally do. Just helping customers and ringing them out. It was just a regular day. It felt slower than most days. You heard from your coworkers that a security guard got fired, before he punched a guy who he mistook as a kidnapper. If you were in his situation, you'd probably do the same. Now a-days you didn't know who you could trust or you couldn't even look away from a moment because something could happen with a blink of an eye. It was understandable, at least to you.

You've been invited to do things with your coworkers, except you've declined. Always telling them that you were busy or you just didn't feel like going out. It was hard for you to make friends, you had basically isolated yourself from everyone when your brother turned up missing. You never really tried to make friends again. This worried your mom. Since you'd only go to work, go home, eat and sleep. It was a repeated cycle. She had talked to you about going to see a therapist. But you always declined. You didn't want to go and talk to somebody about how after many years you're still on the hunt for your brother. They'll probably medicate you or get you committed into an asylum. You you avoided that topic.

After work, you were back home. In your room, looking through your book. This book had news paper articles, along with police reports, pictures and other things that you've kept for years. This was your kind of evidence that you kept. You'd study these stuff day and night, for the last couple of years. You never gave up. Not only that, but you've tried asking the owner of the place 'William Afton' if you could go into the place to investigate, except the guy never picked up the phone or responded to your letters. You've even tried to get the job as a security guard, but Steve Raglan, who was a career counselor didn't give you the job. He'd always say that. 'It wasn't good for your mental health' or that 'He needs someone who's more calm and collected'. What he probably meant was that he needed someone who wasn't crazy.

You were busy looking at the old, now yellow news paper. Re-reading the article about the missing kids. You've read it many times by now, you might even memorize it. Then you heard someone knock at your door, then they came in. It was your mom. Who had a face of worry. "Y/n? Have you ate anything?" She asked, looking over you saw that she still had her work uniform on, she must have got back. "No, not yet." You responded, then she got closer. Seen what you were reading. She let out a sigh, as if she was exhausted of some kind. "Again? Y/n, we've been over this." She said, then you looked over at her. "I know, but... I just got to find something." You added to her.

She looked at you, seen the dark circles under your eyes. Indicating that you didn't get much sleep. "Baby, it's been years." She said, while looking at you. "You just... have to accept that he isn't coming back." She said sadly, as if she didn't want to say it, but she did. "I know... I just... want to know what happened to him.. or at least who took him.." you added in defense. Your mom then fidgeted with your hair a bit, as if she was fixing it. "So do it, but... you have to stop this obsession. It's not good for you." She said to you. It went silent for a moment, then your mom let out a small sigh. "I'll get dinner started, I'll come to get you in a bit." She said, giving you a small squeeze to your shoulder and she left your room. You sighed, placing your hands on your cheeks and leaned on the desk. Trying to think of what your mom said. Then you looked at picture sitting on the night stand for a moment. After a whole silent minute, you got up from the desk and went into the kitchen where your mom was, to help her with dinner.

You were at the food court, you had taken your lunch break, now you were heading back. You weren't watching where you were going and you've bumped into somebody. Making them drop a book of theirs. "Shit, I'm sorry." You said, picking up the old looking small book with the title which read 'Dream Theory'. Interesting. "It's alright." He said, then you handed the book to the guy. He was cute. He had messy brown hair and slightly tired eyes. The same description as the security guy who got fired.

"Are you... the guy who got fired from security?" you asked him. He had a look of embarrassment, but he nodded. "Yeah, that's me." He said. It was quiet for a moment, but you spoke again. "What you did was understandable." You said, making him look at you with his eyes slightly wide by your words. "You think so?" He asked. "Yeah, now a-days, you don't even know people's intentions or motives. I would have probably done the same if I were you." You explained. He only nodded at your words, at least someone also thought like him. "Well, I better go, hopefully I'll see you around." You said with a small smile. He nodded and returned the smile. Afterwards, you headed back towards your work place, while he also left to his destination.

You were back home, counting the money you kept in a shoebox underneath your bed. It was enough to fire an investigator, but you knew that you'll need more. This would probably cover the bear bare minimum. It was frustrating. You've spent a whole year saving, yet it didn't feel like it was enough. You knew that you should have got a job sooner, than later. Again, you went through the same old articles and pictures. Trying to find something again. But nothing, it was the same old thing. The same words and the same people in the pictures. Of kids playing around the arcade and one of a person dressed as a yellow bunny. That was odd, you don't remember that bunny at the pizzeria. When was he added? When you looked at the picture of him posing with a girl with blonde hair in pick tails, it felt creepy in a way. Almost unsettling. You didn't really notice this picture or you probably didn't notice it at first.

It was another day, you were in the register, ringing people out. You sighed, in exhaustion. Your feet were hurting and time felt much slower than usual. Another costumer came to the register. You gave them the best smile. "Hello-" you were cut off guard, seen that it was that guy you met the other day. "Oh, it's you. Find everything alright?" You asked him, like you'd normally asked every costumer. You scanned the box of crayons and paper, along with a few things he had in his basket. "Yeah, thanks." He said, while grabbing his wallet. "Found a job yet?" You asked him, out of politeness. "If you haven't, I'm sure you could send in your application." You said. "I actually already did, but thank you for the offer." He responded. You nodded, as you placed the items in a white plastic bag with the red Target logo. "What did you find? If you don't mind me asking." You asked him. "A security guard, at some pizzeria. The pay isn't good, but it's something." He explained.

This caught your curiosity. "Really? What pizzeria?" you asked, putting the packet of bacon in the bag. "It's called, I think. Freddy's Fazbear's Pizza, something like that." He explained. No fucking way. You looked at him wide eyed. "For real?" You asked him, he only nodded. Then he gave you the amount of money that was due. As you handed him his receipt, you hesitated a bit. "When can I see you again?" You asked. "Hm, I don't know, maybe in half an hour while I still have time? Why?" He asked, now curious on why you'd want to see him. "It's cause... I'd like to talk to you about something. It'll be worth your while, I promise." You said, he thought of it for a minute, then he nodded. "Alright, I'll meet you in the food court... When does your shift in end?" he asked. "In about an hour, what's your name by the way?" You asked him. "It's Mike." He told kindly, as you hummed in response. Watching him leave in a bit of a hurry, you went back to work hoping that the time would go by fast.

After that hour, you were at the food court, waiting for Mike to arrive. He finally did. "Thanks for coming." You said almost shyly. "No problem, but just make it quick. I got to get back home to get ready for my first shift." He explained. You and him sat on a table. "Look, I know you've only known me for a bit. But, please hear me out." You said. Mike nodded, allowing you to processed. "Could you, maybe let me in the pizzeria, while you do your job. I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. He looked at you with a look of confusion. "Don't worry, I'm not going to steal anything, I'm just looking for something." You explained to him. But he wanted to know a bit more. "I don't know. What exactly are you looking for? Treasure of some kind?" He asked. "Well, almost something like that." You told him, but he still not very convinced. You didn't know whether you should tell him the whole story on why you're interested in going into the pizzeria. You just skipped the subject.

"Not only that, but I'll pay you for your troubles. I just want to go in and look, then I'm out." You added, as soon as you said 'paid' he looked at you with more reason. "How much?" he asked. "Two-hundred dollars per night. It'll just be this week and no more." You told him, seen the look of shock in his face. He thought for a minute. Then he nodded his head. "Alright deal, but, you have to pay first. I don't want to get scammed or anything." He said, then you grabbed your wallet and handed him two fifty dollar bills. He took the money and looked at it, in almost as if he'd never seen that amount in while. "That's all I have for now, but I'll give you the rest afterwards." You explained to him. Mike nodded, he seemed as if he was convinced. "Alright, it's a deal then." He said. After that was settled. "Before I go, here's my house number. Call me if anything." You explained to him, writing your house number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. You normally wouldn't give your number to anyone, but you knew that you'd be seen him for the next couple days.

Back home, you told your mom that you'd be going out at night for the whole week. For some kind of night shift and you'd be back at 6:00 am. You left home and headed to the pizzeria. It was 11:55 pm. You were sitting in your car, waiting for Mike to arrive. A few minutes passed and he had arrived at 12:00 am. On time. He told you to just be smooth and not make it seem as if you were here. He sounded as if he really needed this job. You nodded understandingly and went to search.

Like before, you searched everywhere that you could. Except you got to look more. In the kitchen, boiler room and in the back. But nothing. Despite not finding anything, you'll be back tomorrow night. When you got back to the main lobby, you heard strange movements coming from the single stage. It had dark purple curtains like the main one. You got a bit close, trying to listen and see closely on what was making the inside of the stage move. You reached out and tried to pull the curtains, until you heard the Mike called out to you. "Hey, it's 6:00, we gotta go." He said, you nodded at him, you looked back at the stage. Before you headed out. "Here's the rest." You told him, giving him the other two fifty bucks. He took them. "Thanks." He said, putting the money in his pocket. "No, thank you for letting me do this. I know it's risky." You said with a small smile. "It's nothing really, I just... really need the money and the pay here is not so great. From what I was told." He explained. You nodded. "I understand." You responded to him. "Well, I'll see you later tonight?" you asked him. "Yeah. See ya." He responded with a small awkward smile, then headed to his car. You did the same.

You went home, slept for a few hours. You had that dream once again. But, there was a slight change. When you got to the small single stage, the voice sounded much different than before. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...' You could slightly make out the letters, but the words completely. Then you woke up again. Like always. You got ready and went to work and after work you went home, then you left to the pizzeria at the same time as you did before. Mike arrived, you paid him the while two hundred dollars and you got to doing what you were doing. You searched in the same places, but this time you looked more in the main lobby. It felt as if you were getting closer to finding something, and that something was in the main lobby. You looked under the tables, bathrooms and even in the trashcans, but nothing. But it still felt close. Looking over at the single stage, you noticed that the curtains were open. You walked over to it, and saw that it was empty. Dammit, you thought something would be in there, before you could leaned close to look inside. You heard a loud thud in the office.

Quickly you ran towards the office. "Mike?" You called out to him, seen that he was on the floor groaning in pain. Bleeding from his arm. You went over and helped him up from the floor. "You good? What happened?" you asked him, setting him back on the chair. "I think so, dunno how that happened." He said, referring to the wound on his arm. It looked nasty. You looked around the office, trying to find a first aid kit. When you found it, you helped him patch up his wound. "What did you do?" You asked him, as you tightened the bandages on his arm. "I have no idea, I just dreamed of this kid, with a pirate hook. I chased after him, then he slashed me." He said, this caught your attention. 'Boy with a pirate hook.' That must have been a sign somehow.

When you got back home, your mom was getting ready to leave. You talked for a bit before she left. When she did, you went to catch some sleep before work. You went back to that same dream, back at the pizzeria, except you were in the last place where it ended. At the single stage, it was open. But it was empty. You got close, leaning in to look inside, but it was dark. All most like a bottomless pit. You stoke your hand in to see if you might find something, inside but you felt something grabbing your hand in the process. You heard the voice again. 'Y...O...U... F...O...U...N..D... M... E...'. Then the house phone rang. Making you wake up with a loud gasp, a bit frightened. Groaning that you've been woken up. You got up and walked towards the living room. You picked up the phone and answered.

"Hello?" you asked through the phone. "Y/n? Hey it Mike, sorry to interrupt whatever you were doing, but. Did you break into the pizzeria earlier this morning?" He asked, sounding worried in a way. "No? I was home the whole time. Why what happened?" You asked him. "Apparently someone or a group of people broke in. I just wanted to conform something." He explained. "That was it, sorry for interrupting." He apologized. "It's alright, I get it. I'll see you later tonight." You said, then you hung up. Who the hell would break into the pizzeria? That was a bit suspicious. You looked at the time and saw that it was close to being time to go to work. You sighed, walking back to your room to get ready.

Later that night, you were back at the pizzeria, waiting for Michael. He arrived, once he parked and stepped out of the car, then he went to the passenger door and opened it. A little girl stepped out with a small back pack. They both approached you. "Sorry, I couldn't get a hold of the babysitter and I just couldn't leave her alone." He explained to you. "Are you Mike's girlfriend?" she asked. Making you giggle and her brother's face turned a slight red. "Nah, just a friend." You replied to her. "Hm, I didn't think he'd have any." She said, making you laugh and Michael's face becoming redder. After you had a small introduction, you went in.

The place was trashed and a mess. While Mike went to put Abby to sleep, you decided to get some cleaning supplies to help clean the mess. You went to the janitor's closet to find some things, you spotted how on the door there was a dark liquid that had been splattered on there. Weird, it looked almost similar to blood, it was probably an old stain of some sort. You got brooms, dustpans, a bucket, mop and cleaning products. Then headed back to the main lobby. When Michael arrived, you and him got to cleaning. You both swept, mopped and you stocked up the chair and tables. Afterward, he went back to the office while you went on your search. Trying to find any kind of new clues maybe, but nothing. Some 'evidence' must have been cleaned up. You headed back to the office and saw that Mike was asleep and Abby had woken up. "Can you take me to the bathroom please?" She asked. You looked over at her sleeping brother and back at her. "Yeah, lets go." You said, taking her hand and leading her to the restroom.

You were waiting outside of the restroom, waiting for her to finish so that she could go back to her brother. The door opened and she walked out. "Done." She said with a small smile. Then a small noise was heard in the stage. You and Abby looked over for a minute. "Stay behind me." You said, then you slowly walked towards the lobby, with Abby behind you. You saw how the stage slightly shook, you kept the younger kid behind you, grabbing a broom. To defend yourself. Then the curtains of both the stages opened, revealing the animatronics. Of a bunny, bear, and a chick. They were all in good condition, with a bit of dirt and dust on them. The single stage had a fox, a bright red one that was more tattered than the rest, also with some dust.

They all moved their heads, towards your direction. Then they began to walk towards you both. You don't remember them doing that. You held the broom tightly, and kept Abby behind you. Except she peaked and looked towards the animatronics. "Those are my friends." She said, removing herself from behind you and going up to the four animals. "Abby wait." You said, getting closer to them. She seemed as if she knew them. Did she? You kept your broom in hand, watching as Abby interacted with them as if she's known them all her life. You felt something touch your shoulder, looking over, you saw the red fox. He was moving his ears and hook for a hand excitedly. Instead of feeling scared, you felt some kind of attraction? "It's okay, he just wants to hug you." Abby said to you, now the animatronics were looking at you. "He does?" you asked her, she then nodded.

Turning to face the fox, that was twice your size. You set the broom aside, then you extended your arms and moved closer to him. He did the same. You wrapped your arms around the cold fur like robotic body. His arms were around your smaller body. It felt a bit odd, but the more you hugged him, it felt comforting. You felt his hook for a hand giving you small pats, as a way to ease you. This felt nice, then you pulled away from him. Looking at him in his single eye. He moved his jaw excitedly, as well as his ears. It was cute in way. You gave him a small smile. Out of nowhere Abby began to laugh, you looked over and saw how the others were tickling her. She just laughed, which lead to some playful screaming and her telling them to stop. It was all fun and games, until you heard Mike run in to see what was happening.

As soon as he got there, he assumed Abby and you were in some kind of danger, he then grabbed a chair and held it up, as Freddy approached him. About to fight him. "It's okay Freddy, he's my brother Mike." Abby said towards Freddy, who had seemed to have calmed down. Allowing him to let Mike pass. "Mike, this is Bonnie, Foxy and Chica. Everyone, this is Mike." Abby introduced everyone to on another. "This is... is a joke right?" He asked, looking confused at you. "I thought I was tripping, but no." You responded to him. "It's okay Mike, they just want to play." Abby told Mike, then Chica turned to her and gave her a wink, making her smile.

"Alright, it's time to go, come on." He encouraged Abby. "Hold on." She responded to him, then she grabbed her little notepad and a red marker from her pocket. She drew something real quick and tore it off the notepad. Bonnie held out his hand, letting Abby put the picture on his palm. He then showed the picture to Foxy who looked very interested in the heart drawn on the paper. "I had a lot of fun." Abby told them, she then walked towards Mike. But stopped and gave Freddy a nice hug. Freddy returned the hug back. You looked at Foxy, who was waving his ears and jaw rapidly again. Also waving his hook around as if he was waving at you. "I'll see you around?" you asked him, he nodded his head. Then you walked out of the place with Mike and Abby.

"That was something." Mike said, watching Abby get in his car. "Yeah, it was." You responded, looking back inside, seen that Foxy was near the door. You guessed to make sure that you would all leave. You turned back to Mike who was closing and locking the gate. "So, find something?" He asked again. "Not yet, but I'm much closer than before." You explained to him. After he finished locking up the door. "I better get going. I got work in a few hours." You told him. "Alright, I'll probably stop by." He teased, making smile. "Alright, don't be a stranger." You told him, then you looked at Abby. "Goodbye Abby." You said kindly to her and she gave you smile, then you headed to your car, turned on the engine to get home. Back home, your mom wasn't there. You assumed she went to work early. You took off your shoes and just jumped on the couch, getting comfortable. Taking yet another nap before work. Hopefully afterwards you could get some better sleep. You fell asleep shortly afterwards.

You back at the pizzeria, except wasn't almost scary looking and dark like before. It seemed more friendly and nice to be in. You were standing outside the bathroom, the same clothes as before. Looking around, you saw someone in front of the single stage, they were small, like a child. You got closer to see who it was. Your eyes widen when you saw the back of that person's back of his head. They slowly turned around. You saw that it was your brother, he looks just like how he did when he went missing. He had on his orange shirt with blue jeans, shoes and his pirate hook that he had made.

"You found me." He said, you felt your eyes watering. It's been so long since you've seen your brother. You almost forgot how he looked like. You said his name in a whisper, then you went over, getting on your knees and pulling him into a hug. "Oh...I'm so sorry, I was only gone for a minute. I knew I should have been more watchful of you." You said, as you cried more, hugging your brother. "It's okay. You found me" He responded to you, all you could do was hug him and cry. As much as you wanted to continue to hug and be with him, you couldn't. This was only a dream. You pulled away, and looked at him in the eyes. "Please... I have to know... who took you?" You asked him, hoping that he'd give you answer or a clue. He didn't say anything. "Please tell me, who took you from me and mom?" You asked him again, but again. Nothing. Before you could ask him again. You woke up.

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"..Kimi wa dekinai ko" pt. II

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Word count: 2700

Category: smut

• fingering • drunk sex • cumming inside kinda without consent • non-established relationship (yet) •

Characters: Michael Afton x afab reader + William Afton

Plus, I wanted to tag @emotionalflamingo since he/she was waiting for it!!

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Enjoy!

Trough the years, YN and Michael became best friends. Bestest of friends. Each of them thought of the other as absolutely irreplaceable, they always sticked together, trough good and bad times.

And that stayed even trough the hardships of high school - if anything, their bond grew even stronger. Everyone, at some point, thought they were a couple.

And honestly.. that would be completely fine with Michael, considering how much he fell for YN, even if he didn't seem to really understand it. He always saw the stolen glances and lingering stares as something completely.. normal and platonic. He never really considered that he fell in love. Probably because the poor baby boy has never been in love before.

But there was someone else who noticed.. And it was no one other than William Afton, Michael's father.

The first time Michael invited YN over was when they still were in elementary school, and it was because they were working on a project together.

It somehow happened that YN stayed overnight, and William found her sleeping on the floor, on a matress, in the morning.

He didn't have the problem with them sleeping over, he had a problem with Michael letting his guest sleep on the floor.

Despite some of Michael's complains, she found "mr. Afton" to be a very kind and polite man.

YN quickly got used to William's company, and she became a regular guest at Aftons' household.

Though as time passed by, William started noticing Michael's odd behavior. How he stared at her, how he fixed his hair whenever he was about to open the door for YN, and how nervous he was getting sometimes!

Well, about the 'staring'..

It was evident that trough the few years that passed YN has.. developed, as every young woman her age. Though, what William found quite pleasing, she didn't seem to feel the need to show off as some girls did. Her casual behavior and way of being made William appreciate the girl as his guest.

Also Michael changed quite a bit. And, as his father put it, he didn't sound like a "dying seagull" anymore.

He also changed his hairstyle a little, which quite pleased YN. Because.. he didn't look so silly anymore.

Their high school life was going completely fine, except.. there was one thing that was keeping them a little.. parted.

It wasn't about the lack of time, because of the amount of studying they must've gone trough to put the ends together and get trough each year somehow. This was a little more.. complicated.

It was about the way they've been spending their free time.

- You sure you really don't wanna go? -

YN asked Michael, as she put lip gloss on her rosy lips.

Michael stole a glance at her figure, hugged by an irritably short, black dress, with a cut leading to the half of her thigh. He swore the only thing he could think about seeing her, was how he just wanted to slam her on the cupboard and..

- Michael..? -

The man jumped out of his thoughts, and looked over at YN's eyes, looking at him with concern.

- Yeah, I don't wanna. You know, i understand you're 18 already, and all, but are YOU sure you wanna go out again..? That place you're going to with those friends of yours seems.. sketchy. -

YN wore on a sweet smile, and Michael knew he wouldn't be able to deny her anyways.

- Aww Mikey.. it's just that one time, i promise -

- Yeah, of course -

- Well.. I'll be back by midnight, okay? See ya! -

And there, she was gone. And even though she promised it would be the last time, she said that 3 times this week already.

•••

It was half past midnight when Michael woke up to the sound of something tripping down in their shared apartment. And when he scrambled out of his bed and room, he noted that this so called "something" was in fact YN.

- Hey, easy there -

He mumbled as he walked over to her, to help her stand back on her feet. Michael clearly could feel the smell of alcohol from her breath.

- Mikeeeyy~ -

She giggled, trailing a finger down his shirt-covered chest, making butterflies fly all over it. He held her hand in place, but she just took it as an excuse to rest her weight over him entirely, making the man's heart tremble and pump the blood all the way down his body, so somewhere he didn't really desire for it to go.

YN trailed her hand even lower, smirking and letting out a chuckle as she got acknowled of his arousal.

- Always so straight forward, aren't we, Mikey? -

She got so bold, to the point where she slid her warm hand into his boxers, palming him softly, but with firm movements.

Michael whined, his knees almost giving up under him. He has never been touched by a woman before. Partly because he kinda hoped for a situation like this to occur. But he was extremely unsure now. YN was drunk after all. But the way her hand felt around him.. it was heavenly. The girl smiled up at him slyly. She knew how she was making him feel.

- Aw Mikey.. You've wanted to fuck me for so long, haven't you? -

She sped up the movements of her hand, making the poor boy moan in pleasure.

But then her ministrstions halted.

- Use your words please, Mikey.. -

- Yes..! Oh fuck, wanted to fuck you so bad.. -

He was embarrassed by how much power she held over him. But, it was also arousing.

- Want you to fuck me too, Michael.. -

The girl whispered, before pulling him in for a kiss, their tongues dancing together, as YN's hand left Michael's boxers. She led him into his bedroom, and dropped on his own bed with him. They kissed for what felt like a long, lingering while, before they broke apart so Michael could spread needy kisses down the girl's body. She whined prettily for him as he removed her dress, revealing that she had no underwear underneath.

- And to think my father says you're such a good, nice girl.. Where are your panties, huh? "Princess"? -

His voice was sharp, but not as much as the push of his fingers inside the girl's core. Though it didn't hurt, completely the opposite - his fingers slid in with ease, as there was enough lube provided by the girl's evident arousal.

YN let out a pleased moan, bucking her hips forward, and fucking herself on his fingers. He pushed her down with his free hand, stopping her movements.

- What's that, huh, honey..? Stay still, let me take care of you -

He muttered, as his touch moved up her body to her torso, squeezing the plushy flesh of her breasts, as his lips pressed over her neck, feeling like molten lava. Then, Michael latched onto one of her nipples, sucking on it leisurely as his fingers pumped deep inside her silky wetness.

YN was squirming around, sweet noises escaping her sinful lips with each detailed push of Michael's digits. He moved them apart, scissoring her open, as the girl let out a symphony of moans. Michael then retracted his fingers from YN, licking them clean right in front of her eyes. He then pulled his shirt off over his shoulder, showing off the plates of his chest. He wasn't extremely muscular, but their shape was promising, and the gentle valley of his stomach - very enticing. Also, the bulge in his boxers was obvious now.

- M-Michael.. -

YN whimpered at the sight, not believing how lucky she was to belong to someone like him. Even if only for the night.

- I know. It's okay. I'll give you what you want -

He then slid off the last garment he had on, letting his cock free of the confinements. It stood up proudly, the leaking precum a sure evidence of his excitement.

The girl marveled at the view, saliva gathering in her mouth. She'd need to give him head, she thought, even if not tonight. For sure there'd be a chance some other day. Just imagining the taste, the size of it spreading her jaw wide open..

If heaven existed, YN was sure it was just that.

She was so lost in the lustful thoughts she didn't even realise that Michael was already waiting, pressed up onto her slick entrance and looking at her like a puppy who was denied a treat. All because he wanted to be 100% sure of her consent - even if she was drunk and didn't really know what she was up for.

Feeling the responding roll of her hips Michael stilled her, planting two hands firmly on either side of her waist. He swiftly pushed in, chunk by chunk, watching his girth slowly disappear inside her sleek heaven.

Her pussy really had a mind of it's own. Every move of each muscle, every contract, he could feel it in the depths of his soul. It was like an alluring paradise, sucking him in like it was meant to lure him in and never let go.

Slowly, Michael started moving his hips, savoring the way YN's inner walls felt, pressing against his cock and dragging along it. For YN, every, even slower move, felt like literal heaven. She felt the tip kissing her cervix, pressing deeply in the best way possible, in a way that had her seeing stars. She arched her back, willing to take more of him in, even though he was buried to the hilt inside.

Michael continued to move swiftly, the skin slapping noise becoming more and more audible, bouncing off the walls.

As well as both of their moans, needy, whiny, desperate.

YN pulled Michael into a silly kiss, their tongues entangling together as Michael's ministrations stuttered. He reached between the girl's thighs to gently stroke her clit, as his nirvana hit him.

He spilled inside of her, mewling out praises about how amazing she was, as he slowly moved his hips again, despite her clenching on his cock because of the orgasm that ripped trough her too.

They both were panting, completely spent after such a vigorous activity. Michael fell on top of YN, taking her into his arms and hugging her tightly, as he fell into a deep slumber.

Last thing YN heard before everything faded to black was Michael's peaceful heartbeat.

•••

After the events of their night together, everything between Michael and YN seemed to become.. awkward. Michael avoided the girl as much as he could, as if he was ashamed or regretted what they did.

YN was disappointed by his behavior - she figured out what happened after she woke up after the night in Michael's bed - and apparently Michael wasn't there. She thought that he felt something towards her, so after he avoided her like that.. she was a little disheartened.

Winter holidays were quick to come, and both Michael and YN got back to their homes for Christmas.

William noticed his son's odd behavior - he didn't mention YN anymore in their conversations, he didn't mention a thing about buying her a christmas gift like he always did.. exactly, nothing. This worried William, so he decided to "discretely" check on Michael's situation.

- Hey, kid.. did something happen? Why are ya so off all of a sudden? -

William asked one evening, when they were sitting down, eating supper.

- Me? Why? Everything's alright -

Michael answered, playing with the food miserably laying on the plate. William sighed, looking at his son with disapproval.

- What happened with YN? Why aren't you talking about her at all? And why haven't she visited yet? -

The man asked directly, looking at the boy with intense pressure set on him.

Michael knew there was no use hiding the truth anymore.

- I fucked up. Alright? I just.. did something I shouldn't have. And I regret it now. There's no way I can look her in the eyes after what happened. -

William abruptly raised an eyebrow. He didn't except his son's first step with YN would be.. that.

- So you two- nevermind. I understand. I think you should talk with her. If you don't want to come off as rude and disrespectful. I can imagine what she feels after doing this with you and being completely avoided. I'll be direct, son, you're making yourself look like an asshole. -

Seeing that Michael was processing the thought in his head, William continued.

- As soon as you get back, you should talk. And apologize for your behavior -

He advised, taking a sip of his tea. He pat the boy's shoulder and set his cup down.

Michael only nodded, too lost in his thoughts to answer.

But either way, knowing his son, William knew he'd make a good decision.

•••

After New Year's Eve, it was time to get back to the apartment, and school, of course. Michael was getting nervous as hell, knowing he had a big, serious talk to go trough.

As he got on the bus to the town, he immediately spotted YN, sitting alone. He walked up and sat next to her, after setting his things on a shelf above the seats.

- Hey.. -

He spoke softly, entwining his hands and fidgeting his fingers - something he always did when being stressed.

- Yeah, hey -

YN answered politely, looking to the side at Michael. And oh if her heart didn't start racing at the exact same moment, cheeks tinting pink.

- Listen.. I'm really, really sorry about what happened. I know you probably like me too much to admit to my face that i'm a piece of shit, we've been friends for so long.. I know that you probably see me as some kind of a monster now. But I swear, I didn't, by any means, want to make it seem like I used you. I would never do such thing, I-- -

Michael got so lost in speaking that he didn't notice that YN's hand crept up his arm and rested on top of his hand.

- ..And when have I ever complained about what happened? Have I ever accused you of taking advantage of me? I never said I didn't like what happened between us -

Michael's eyes opened wide and his mouth hung open for a moment before he composed himself.

- So you're not mad at me-? I'm glad -

He smiled and sighed with relief. A deep groan came out of YN's mouth.

- God damn it, Michael! Don't you even understand why I'm saying this!? Are you really this stupid?? -

The boy blinked in confusion, a little clueless to why she was mad all of a sudden.

- I see I have to be the one to speak up, because you never will. I have FEELINGS for you, Michael. I'm IN LOVE. And that's why I let that entire thing happen! -

Michael stared at her in shock, forgetting how to speak and think for a solid moment.

- I'm.. I'm sorry, YN.. I'm really sorry for being an idiot like that.. You really should have planted your feelings on someone else -

He chuckled softly, as he took her hand in both of his.

- I'll make sure to take you out on a nice date when we're back in town. And when there's time -

He smiled at her, and looked at her face, that was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen - her soft features basked in the soft sunlight.

- Do I need to explain that I love you too? -

He asked ironically, laughing as she nudged his side with her elbow. He exhaled happily as YN settled her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes. He looked at her for a moment, before closing his own.

The last thing he heard before he fell asleep was YN's soft, steady breath.

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Goddamn it took me long to finished. I think it all doesn't make sense but i'm happy for making it this long 😔

Stay tuned for next parts!

(though i think I'll be taking care of the request first)

#fnaf #fnaf smut #fnaf michael afton #fnaf afton #michael afton #smut #michael afton smut #michael afton x reader #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy's michael afton #fnaf x reader #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x female reader #michael afton x yn #michael afton x you #Michael afton x female reader

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bunnywithablog · 24 days

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Hii, can I request fluff headcanons mangle with female reader?

of course i can!! i used she/they pronouns to refer to mangle btw. :) thank you for requesting and i hope you enjoy! 💗

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pairing: FNAF 2 - mangle x f!reader - fluff hc's

- it’s not hard to see that mangle is a,,, pretty odd animatronic, to say the least

- but what was probably more odd than them to both employees and patrons was the bond you had formed with the animatronic

- when kids weren’t pulling apart and piecing together mangle, they were usually avoiding kid's cove entirely

- but you?

- you would spend any moment mangle wasn’t swarmed chatting the time away

- really, there’s nothing they appreciated more than your company 💗

- it's nice to be treated as another being and not just a monster or something to be ripped apart without regard

- mangle takes a great interest in your life outside the pizzeria, especially your hobbies and preferences!

- not only do they wanna know more about the outside world, but more importantly, they wanna know what you like 🥺

- "what ab— about your favorite food? oh— oh! or how about songs? what songs do you— you like to listen to?"

- if any of your favorite songs are in the pizzeria database, she might just sing a few for you :>

- never gets tired of you going on and on about yourself 🥺💗

- they're so obsessed with your style, put on little fashion shows for them!! she absolutely loves it and thinks you look so adorable!! 💗

- one time you brought them a bow that matched the colour of your outfit and it immediately brought tears to their eyes,,,

- they were so excited, they almost completely crushed you with their hug!! ×_×

- its become a weekly ritual ever since!! :>

- every friday you show up with a piece of ribbon matching your outfit colours and tie it up into a pretty bow on her framework for both of you to rock the look!!

- in return, they sneak you any of the limited edition plushies you want from the prize corner whenever the monthly shipments come in >:)

- pretty please let her paint your nails?? 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

- definitely paint hers too! especially if the color also compliments or matches with the weekly ribbon!!

- if you wear lipstick or colored gloss, they'll proudly parade around with your kiss marks all over their face 😌

- would leave kisses all over you too if she could!!!

- is the type to throw a billion compliments your way and genuinely means every one of them 💗

- and if you're too busy for her to flirt with you, they'll hang down from the ceiling and quickly nuzzle their nose against yours before darting up and away again

- also just loves seeing you get all flustered because of it

- they like being close to you in any capacity!! be it holding hands, laying her head in your lap, or even just sitting together 💗

- mangle is fiercely protective over you too!

- not only do they use their facial scanner to keep suspicious people away, but she'll also get confrontational with the other animatronics if they're hostile toward you

- let's just say toy chica almost lost more than just her beak once

- on slow days, they'll just follow you around the pizzeria whilst you carry out your duties

- peers over your shoulder or hangs above you watching curiously, tilting their heads this way and that to get a better look at what you're doing

- loves to chip in and help wherever they can!! it's also an excuse to do something together <3

- they'll even tap into the radio to play some tunes for both of you to jam out to while you work :p

- one time the two of you were cleaning out an old supply closet together when you practically squealed, saying you found a surprise for them

- couldn't believe it when you turned around with an old manual on her model clasped in your hands!

- "no way!" 😮

- "yes way!! maybe this thing has instructions on how to put you together the right way! c'mon, let's look through it!" 😁

- "oh, sweetie..." 🥺💗

- you already won over her heart the day you first approached her

- but from the moment you vowed you'd figure out how to assemble them correctly, she knew she'd be yours forever,,,, 💗

enjoy what i write? consider helping with my transition! 💕

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revelinginthedarkrooms · 2 years

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Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 6

Notes: I know my fellow Sunnyfuckers have been waiting for this one. Also, whoops, I kinda popped off with my own headcanons oopsie daisies

That moment when you're trying to be horny and you accidentally make Sunnydrop a yandere... oop sorry besties

CONTENT WARNING: Yandere, possessive Sun/Moon, dubcon that rapidly turns into very-enthusiastic-con

CHAPTER 6: Dusk to Dawn

You awoke some time later, surrounded by plush softness with a bouncing tune beckoning you to rise.

“...hwa…?” You groggily moaned, blinking sleepily as the light stung your eyes.

“Oh! You’re finally awake!” An almost annoyingly-chipper voice greeted you, and as your vision fully came back you noticed a yellow blob dancing before you.

You scrubbed at your eyes with your fists before blinking warily at the blob as it came into form as a dancing animatronic with the face of a sun. “... Huh?”

“You sure slept a while!” The grinning animatronic patted your head and sat next to you with his legs crossed. “I was worried Freddy wore you out too much!”

“... Who?” You raised an eyebrow. “Where am I?”

“Oh, where are my manners?!” He thrust out his hand. “Welcome to the Daycare! You can call me Sun, Sunny, Sunnydrop, whatever you want!”

Hesitantly, you took his hand. His grip was firm, and so was his shake. You scanned your brain for where you could have seen him before… and then you remembered.

“Oh, you’re the sun guy!” You exclaimed. “I remember seeing a poster of you somewhere!”

“That’s me!” He gave you a thumbs-up. “And since Freddy left you with me, you have to abide by the rules. Do you know them already?”

You shook your head.

“Okay! Rule one…” then he leaned in, and his voice dropped an octave, and you felt a shudder go down your spine. “... Keep. The lights. On.”

You smiled weakly, leaning back. “And…?”

He straightened back up, and to your relief, his voice was back to normal. “That’s it! Of course, naughty language and kicking, punching, fighting, and other things are also prohibited, but the light is really the main rule!”

“Cool…” you glanced around the strange little room. It was more akin to a cave, really, with pictures plastered around the walls and a strange little arcade machine buzzing away in the corner. How the heck was there even power in here, considering the entrance looked like someone bashed it in…?

“So what do you like to do for fun?” Sun bounced in his spot. “Fingerpaint? Stories? Arts and crafts? Ball pits?”

“Sleep,” you yawned.

“No, you can’t go back to sleep now! You just woke up!” Sun rested his hands on your shoulders. “C’mon, new friend! Let’s do something!”

No wonder he was in a daycare. He was just a little too energetic for you. Maybe you were getting old?

No, I can’t be getting that old, kids these days just have a lot more energy, you groused. Oh no, wait, now I sound like my parents.

You shook your head and tried to snuggle back into the pillow. “Sleep.”

“Are you really that tired?” He questioned, almost sadly.

You opened one eye to see him drooped over like a wilting flower. Though he had that grin on his face, he didn’t look anything but dejected.

Sympathy struck your chest. You remember feeling that way all the time, getting disappointed when people didn’t want to play or hang out with you, be it friends, classmates, clubmates…

Heaving a quiet sigh, you sat up. “Alright, I guess I could play for a little bit. I’m still a little sore though, so nothing strenuous.”

“Yes!” Sun was back to his bouncy, happy self, and he helped you from the little bed of blankets and pillows and patted your back. “I can’t wait! It’s been so long since I had someone to play with after hours, it gets so lonely at night!”

You felt a wry smile tug at your lips at his words. “Lonely, huh…”

“And Vanessa never wants to do anything with me,” he huffed. “And the other animatronics never visit, either! It’s just me!”

He bounced in front of you and grabbed you into a hug. “But now that you’re here, we can do so many things!”

Your eyes widened as he lifted you off the ground. Just how strong was this beanpole? He was only lifting you up by your armpits!

“Boy oh boy, we can do so many fun things!” He continued, chittering excitedly. “We can draw, we can play in the ball pit, we can drink Fizzy Faz until our heads EXPLODE and have a slumber party!”

You chuckled weakly, patting his wrists. “You can put me down now, y’know.”

“Oh! Sorry!” He set you down with a laugh. “Let’s go!”

True to his word, you ended up doing a lot of different things. He led you around the massive area, bringing out supplies upon supplies and letting you pick what to do. You admittedly had a fun time indulging in your inner child, drawing with him and laughing yourselves silly as you drank Fizzy Faz. Thankfully you’d brought a spare toothbrush and toothpaste with you in your bag, otherwise you would have felt guilty about going to bed with a mouth full of sugar.

Sun proved to be just as fun-loving and energetic as he’d been at first meeting, though he did try to subdue it when you didn’t match his energy. He was kinda cute - no, scratch that, he was hella cute. You came to quickly realize why the kids got him as an attendant.

Still, one thing nagged at you, and that was what both Sun and Vanessa had mentioned to you earlier - what about the moon was so dangerous? If he hadn’t hurt any children yet (only traumatized them, which is so much better, your brain snarked), what would he do to you?

Geez, Nessie, you remembered yourself jesting. You’re talking about it as if it’s gonna try to murder my face if it gets dark.

Not that you wanted to test it, but as your time together went on and you found yourself looking at Sun more and more, the more you wondered.

“What’s on your mind, friend?” He asked, stirring you out of your thoughts.

“Oh, nothing,” you deflected with a shake of your head and a smile, taking the last swig of your soda. “I’m getting kind of tired again.”

“Okay! Do you want to go back up and play some more?” He asked, holding out his hand for your empty can.

“We could just talk, or whatever.” You nodded in thanks as he took the can.

“Alright!” Sun skipped off to dispose of the cans and you got up, stretching your tired muscles.

What time was it? You reached for your phone in your back pocket and felt something crinkle against your fingertips. Frowning, you pulled it out - and was greeted by some Glamrock Freddy-themed notebook paper.

Hello, (y/n)!

I hope you don’t mind, but I dropped you off in the Daycare to rest up. I had a lot of fun with you earlier. Make sure to drink plenty of water and eat a healthy snack. Come back to visit me soon!

-Freddy

You smiled softly at the little bear sketch at the end of the message, as well as the neat handwriting. Sweet, yet to the point. Definitely Freddy.

Shaking your head, you put it in your other pocket and pulled out your phone. When you turned it on, you frowned at the low battery warning, as well as the time. It was just after 4:40.

That doesn’t give me much time, you lamented with a frown. I still haven’t met up with Vanessa yet.

“I’m back!” Sun announced, extending a hand. “Let’s go!”

You took it, and as you walked, he skipped beside you. The firm grip on your hand meant your arm bounced with him, and you found yourself smiling at his antics.

“So, Sun,” you began, causing him to look over and pause mid-stride, “Am I really the first one to play with you after the kids leave?”

“Yes.” For a moment, his demeanor grew more sullen and his voice dropped. But then he was turning to you with a chipper, “We’re having so much fun, aren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you agreed, squeezing his hand. It was pleasantly warm. “Surprisingly, I am.”

“That’s great! I’m so glad!” His head whirled around as his bells jingled. “You sure are fun to play with! The children like to do their own thing, but you, you play games with me!”

His words were eager, happy, and your heart twisted even more when you thought about how lonely he must be. You knew kids could be unpredictable and oftentimes mean or messy. With how anxious he could be to please (you had told him you didn’t like a certain flavor of Fizzy Faz and he panicked as he went back to get you your favorite kind), working with kids must have been stressful for him.

Imagine that, you thought sardonically. They gave the damned children's animatronic fucking anxiety. I’d be surprised, but Freddy and Monty have dicks that cum freaking soda-flavored… something.

“Say, what’s that room I woke up in? That doesn’t look very safe,” you observed as he led you up to his little alcove.

“Huh? That?” He pointed to the little ramshackle spot and scratched the back of his head. “I don’t really know. One day it was just there! I don’t…” he leaned forward and his voice dropped again. “I don’t… remember… ”

You raised an eyebrow at him as he crept towards it, reaching out to touch the jagged edges of the wall.

“The boy…” his voice, intense and deep, made your heart skip a beat. “The…”

“... Sun?” You questioned, quiet and confused.

He slowly craned his head around to stare at you for several long seconds.

Something about him felt different. Dangerous.

You stepped back. What the hell…?!

Then he shook his head. “Sorry, friend! I don’t know what happened there!”

You eyed him, laughing nervously.

“Anyways, what do you want to do now?” He hopped in place, fiddling with his hands. “We can play the arcade game some more! Or- or I can bring up some drawing materials! You wanna paint?”

“I kind of just want to sit down,” you admitted. Your legs were still sore, and while getting up and walking around had soothed that ache somewhat, it was still uncomfortably present.

“Or we can sit down!” He was quick to add, gesturing to the hole in the wall.

You bent down to climb in. You couldn’t stand up all the way because of how short it was. Geez, did a kid make this? But how would they get back here?

Sun followed you in, sitting crisscross-applesauce on the floor as you settled onto the blankets.

“So!” He clasped his hands together. “What do you wanna talk about? Ooh, I have stories about the daycare!”

You sat back, holding the plush Bonnie he’d given you. Your thumb absently stroked the plush’s head as he began talking with exaggerated movements, telling you stories about the kids.

“--And there was Susie, she was such a nice girl!” He added. “Always hungry. I hate to remind her about snack time because it makes her cry.”

You smiled with a shake of your head. “Sounds like you’ve got your hands full, huh?”

“Not all the time!” He replied. “Sometimes an older boy comes in and helps me with the little ones! What was his name…”

He paused to think, and at the same time, your phone vibrated. When you pulled it out to read a text from Vanessa, his voice became glitchy and deep.

“Mi- ch- ael,” he uttered in a deadpan tone. “Michael…”

Freddy told me he left you with the daycare attendant, Vanessa’s frantic text read. GET OUT OF THERE NOW!

y whats wrong you texted back with a frown.

You didn’t have enough time to wait for her reply as your phone abruptly died.

Cursing under your breath, you opened your mouth to interrupt Sun when all of a sudden the power shut off.

“NO!” He shrieked, backing away from you with his hands over his face. “No, it can’t be-- not yet, not yet!”

“What’s wrong?!” You exclaimed, reaching for him.

“Run! Run away from me!” He kept yelling. “I don’t want to hurt my friends--!”

You gasped once you realized. Shit. It’s about time for the power to go off.

Scrambling to your feet with Sun’s panicked screaming following you out of the little room, you tried your best to ignore your screaming muscles and run away.

Fuck, I left my bag! You screeched to a halt in the daycare arena, looking back up at the alcove desperately. Can I go back for it?

A malicious laugh echoed from the platform on high, forcing you to look up as bright red eyes and little glowing stars stared at you from the darkness.

“It’s past your bedtime,” a gravelly, sing-song voice taunted.

“What the fuck is that,” you breathed in terror as you stepped back.

You heard mechanical wires warbling as the animatronic flipped down from the platform, and you frantically looked around for it.

“Where are you?” You shouted, gripping your dead phone tight.

More giggling, this time closer to you.

Before you could react, something grabbed your arms and forced them behind your back, shoving you to the ground. You could only turn your head to the side in time to prevent a painful impact, the breath punched from your lungs as you stared up at the robot.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” its voice snarled, and a freezing hand was dragged down your face as you winced away. “I know what you di-iiid~”

“I’m not afraid of you,” you bit back, with fear in your quivering voice.

“Naughty girls need punishment,” it continued as if you hadn’t spoken. “Or would that be a treat for you?”

“Huh?” You got out intelligently as your jeans were yanked down.

What the fuck? You thought, before its cold fingers cupped you through your panties. Oh. OH.

Your curiosity superseded your nerves, and all you could think was tell me this thing doesn’t also have a dick.

You sharply gasped as he fondled you, fingertips teasing at your folds and thumb hooking into the side of the fabric.

“So wet already,” he cooed, face coming down near your ear. “Even though I helped the bear clean you up… you little bike.”

You turned to stare up at him in alarm. “You mean-- you knew?!”

“How could I not?” He giggled, his deep voice reverberating through your head. “Poor Freddy was so worried, hoping he hadn’t broken his new friend,” his voice darkened. “But he isn’t here to take you away this time. No, no… you’re my friend now. And I’m not letting you leave!”

Biting your lip to stifle another whimper, you felt him tug your panties aside and plunge one freezing finger inside of you, shocking your system. You arched your back, pressing your chest into the ground as he plunged the digit in and out. Loud squishing noises hid your panting as you spread your legs wider.

“F- fuh,” you moaned. “Aah…”

“How adorable,” he giggled maniacally. “You made the same noises when we cleaned you up. I wonder… how loud can I make you?”

Spreading you open with his thumb and last finger, he added another digit to your burning insides. Your walls gripped and quivered deliciously around his fingers, and he uttered a low groan that made your pussy clench. You gasped at the contact and his grip tightened on your wrists.

“Whuh-- uhn-- M- Moon,” you keened. “Fuck--”

“Nuh-uh,” he tsked as he withdrew his fingers. “No naughty language in the daycare.”

“I’m sorry...”

“Are you?” He patted your ass just firm enough to make you flinch. “Don’t make me punish you.”

“Yes,” you nodded rapidly, trying to wiggle your hips back onto his fingers. “I’ll be good, please just keep going.”

“This is supposed to be a punishment.” He sounded irritated.

“I’m definitely getting punished right now,” you snapped. “Please, Moon. Please keep going.”

“Naughty.” He swatted you again and you yelped. “Just this once.”

You mewled as his fingers returned, teasing and grinding against you in your best spot. You squirmed against his hold, the pressure building way too rapidly in your gut for you to properly enjoy it.

“Agh, Moon--!” You cried out as his other hand reached around to press your back to his chest. His hands teased around your chest, fondling you through your shirt. “I’m so close, please…!”

“Do it,” he hissed into your ear. “Come for me, you filthy thing.”

You gladly did so, crying out into the empty daycare, your voice echoing as you gushed around his fingers. HIs other hand gripped your boob almost painfully, and you could hear him groan sinfully into your ear.

As you sagged against his grip, his fingers popped out with a squelch - and he grabbed your wrists again. The second you felt something hard binding them together, your eyes went wide - and you began to struggle.

“Stop it! Stay still!” He snarled, pushing your face further into the ground.

“What the hell are you doing?!” You yelled, gritting your teeth as you stared up into his red pinpricks of light.

“I’m going to leave my other self a little present,” Moon snickered as he tied your wrists tighter with the jump rope. “Be a good girl and give me your legs.”

“What--?!” You tried to kick, but he easily seized your calf with your arms tied up.

Gripping your legs tight, he spread your knees and crossed your ankles together before pulling out more jump rope and tying them together. You made a low noise of pain deep in your throat as he tied them back, interlacing the two jump ropes together so that you were snugly flat on the ground with your legs behind you in the air like a trussed-up turkey.

Moon got up and admired his handiwork, his permanent grin seeming even more malevolent with the light from his eyes illuminating one half of his face.

“Won’t he be surprised,” he giggled, squatting down to stroke a finger across your panties and relishing in your startled gasp. “He’ll never tell you, but he’s grown very attached to you by now. I don’t think he’ll let you escape that easily~”

“Moon, c’mon,” you pleaded quietly, struggling against your bonds. “I’m not going to run, you don’t have to tie me up like this.”

“Of course I do!” He snapped, and the fierce tone of his voice made you shrink back. “I know you’re lying! They all do!”

“All…?” Your little murmur went unheard as the animatronic began to rage.

“I have nobody to stay, nobody to keep me from losing my mind!” He ranted, pacing behind you with his hands gripping the sides of his face. “They all leave us! They all escape!”

“Moon,” you tried again.

“No!” He thundered. “Ever since she came… something’s wrong with our code. The children fear us, don’t you know? Nothing has been harder than being forced to watch yourself lose everything left!”

You stared in silent shock as he laughed madly, throwing his head back.

“Bonnie was the first!” He crowed. “But he will not be the last! We’re next - we all end up scrapped eventually!”

The lights began to flicker on above you. You watched for the first time as Moon’s entire body was illuminated briefly. The lights on his clothes went dark, replaced by Sun’s striped pants. Moon looked up, apparently shocked, before he shook his head.

“Time’s up,” he hissed, pointing to you. “Have fun in the Sun…~”

The lights completely came back on, and you watched as Moon stood stock-still, the hat falling into his waiting hands. The rays of Sun’s head came back out and his eyes switched back to their welcoming white.

He blinked, looking down at the hat before finally noticing you.

“AGH!” He exclaimed, hurriedly kneeling down beside you. “Are you okay, friend?! Did-- did I hurt you?!”

“Quite the opposite,” you grunted, attempting to bring your knees together as your cheeks flushed. You felt way too exposed for this adorable robot to see.

“O- oh, I see…” His voice sounded a little lower than usual, curiosity and desire buried deep within. “Do… do you want help…?”

“Please,” you threw your head back to try and look at him with pleading eyes.

“Sure! I can help…” his hands gently went to your hips, marveling at your soft skin. “I can… help… ”

His warm hands trailed down to your knees, cupping them and stroking your skin. “Wow,” he murmured in amazement. “So soft… so pretty…”

“S- Sun?” You squirmed on the ground, yet you couldn’t see what he was doing.

“I forgot how soft and warm adults could be,” he breathed. His energetic façade was gone. “You’re even softer than I thought you were before.”

You bit back a whimper as he ghosted his fingertips across the back of your thigh, right down to your wet lips. His thumb brushed down your slit before parting you open, and you could feel his stare burning into you as he pulled you apart with his other thumb.

“Such a pretty pink,” he praised as he studied your blushing folds. “I really, really like you, (y/n)...” His voice dropped an octave. “Do you like me?”

You gasped sharply as he sank a finger into you. You were still wet from your orgasm and the sucking noises that rose from your pussy made you flush a darker red from embarrassment.

“You’re tight,” he said in delight. “Just like before, you’re pulling me in! You must really like me!”

“Please, Sunny, please,” you begged, trying to thrust your hips back onto his finger.

“Patience, patience!” He chirped, and one of his hands left you as you heard him rustling around in his pocket. “Aha!”

You were about to question what it was he found, but froze when you felt something big against you. They did not.

“I found this in your bag earlier! I didn’t know what it was, but Freddy was very helpful in telling me!” You could hear the smile in his voice as he prodded your lips with a phallic object. “Let’s play another game, buttercup~”

You relaxed somewhat. Thank God. That’s just my dildo.

Then you frowned. Wait. That’s the line? They’re fine with giving every other animatronic in here a dick, but they draw the line at the damned daycare guy? You paused. Actually, no, that one’s fair.

You were broken from your thoughts by him slipping the head inside - and you moaned loudly.

“My, my, my!” He laughed, before leaning in with a teasing voice, “Someone’s being naughty~”

He held you down, hands sneaking around to grope at your chest, and you felt him shallowly thrust into you, the toy inching forward into your tight heat.

Soft whimpering escaped you as he pressed his front to your back, the buttons of his clothing digging into you through your sweater.

“Hey, hey, (y/n),” Sun whispered. “Do you wanna know something?”

You barely managed a soft “Mm?”

“I really like you,” he giggled. “I’m so happy you came to the daycare. You’re so much fun to play with!”

You immediately caught on to the sultry double-meaning of his words when he thrust his hips all the way in, smacking against your bare ass. Your mouth dropped open in a pleasured cry as the toy filled you just the way you liked.

“That’s it!” He encouraged, squeezing your chest. “How loud can I make you yell, hmm?~”

Without warning, he began pistoning himself back and forth. Wet smacking sounds filled the daycare along with your loud moans as he aimed randomly, hoping to hit the right spot.

A few thrusts in, he found it, and when your pussy clamped down on him he gasped in delight. “Now I can really make you dance!”

Your eyes rolled back into your head as he began grinding into your g-spot, fireworks exploding in your brain. Each wet ‘squish squish squish’ from your cunt sent sparks of pleasure right to the core, building your bonfire of desire deep in the pit of your belly.

Heat roiled and licked at your insides as you arched against him, attempting to meet his thrusts with your own as you feebly attempted to make your body work against your restraints.

“You’re being so good,” he praised, nuzzling your cheek with his face. “C’mon, cum for me! I know you want to!”

You quivered and shook, your body overheating as you felt the coil of arousal within you twist and twist and twist…

…until it snapped and a wave of euphoria washed over your exhausted body. With another loud cry, you came again, Sun’s encouraging voice egging you on until you were utterly spent.

He watched over you until you fell limp again, pressing his face to your cheek and praising you.

“Such a good girl,” he cooed, as he finally untied your numb arms and legs. “I hope I didn’t wear you out too much, we still have so many games to play together!”

Your legs flopped onto the ground with a weak moan, your own fluids dripping down your legs as he picked you up.

Supporting your back and hooking an arm under your knees, he carried you out of the arena and up to his room.

As he settled you down onto the blankets and pillows of the little cavern inside, he settled you down into his lap and spread your legs apart, your strap-on dildo resting against your lower back.

“So pretty,” he cooed, stroking your thighs before reaching down and stroking your blushing lips with his thumb. When you jolted in his hug, he giggled. “So sensitive! Did we play a little too hard?”

“Mmmah,” you moaned, your head lolling against his shoulder.

“I’ll have to take care of you now,” his voice grew more tender as his thumb sank inside. “Ooh, you feel so nice inside…”

“Suh-- Sun…”

“Mmh, Sunshine,” his voice dropped into a husky tone that sounded eerily similar to Moon’s, but less raspy and demented. “I know you’ve been playing adult games with the others…”

He took out his thumb and added another two fingers, curling them and thrusting them up. “Freddy was only one… but Roxanne, Monty, Chica… I’ve seen them all use you.”

He whispered into your ear as he pressed a thumb to your clit, “You’re really naughty, aren’t you?”

You keened, melting into his embrace as that little bundle of nerves sent shocks through your system.

“But that’s okay,” Sun continued to speak lowly into your ear, “because you’re with me now. I’ll take care of you here. We’ll play so many fun games together! Wouldn’t you like to stay?”

You couldn’t think, and you couldn’t force your tongue to move. All you could do was moan and writhe as he worked you to his own ends.

Sun giggled again, nuzzling your cheek with his. “You feel so good in here… your hole is just sucking me in!”

You began dribbling down your thigh, and once the droplets hit his pants, he teased, “Messy, messy, you’re making a mess~ I need to clean you up~”

Your back arched, your teeth grit together, at one particular press against your clit. Your body spasmed and you cried as your pussy once more gripped his fingers like a vice. Sun cooed happily as he led you into your third orgasm.

“Good, good girl,” he sighed happily. “I love playing with you, (y/n)!”

Your vision was fading with your exhaustion, and as Sun cupped your cheek with one hand before plunging the other back into your pussy, you thought you heard someone else’s voice before you blacked out…

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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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happy74827 · 6 months

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hey pookieeee, how about mike and reader are like new to dating and mike just got his job at freddy’s fazbears pizzeria as night guard. and he has trouble paying the bills and stuff and taking care for abby. and reader is like lemme help you. and mikes like no i got it. just rlly angsty to fluff? if you get what i mean? thanks xo

Resolute Hearts

[Mike Schmidt x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: All you wanted to do was to save him from drowning.

WC: 2883

Category: Angst to Fluff, Happy Ending

I absolutely adored this request. I hope you were serious about the angst, because it is there and it is heavy 🫠

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Tears…that's all you could feel. You felt them running down your cheeks, and you could feel your lips trembling as you sat on the tile floor, hugging your knees to your chest. The surrounding air was thick, a suffocating feeling. It was hard to breathe. Your head felt light, and your vision was a blur. You took in deep, shaky breaths, trying to hold back the sobs you desperately wanted to let out.

You never thought you would feel this way. It was like everything you had worked for your entire life had fallen through. It was like nothing meant anything to you anymore. Your life, your family, your friends. They didn't mean anything to you. You didn't care about them. You were alone, and the only person you cared about didn't seem to care about you back.

The apartment was dark and quiet. You sat in the bathroom, the door locked, the lights off, the fan running to block the sound of your tears. Your roommate had left hours before, saying she had an early morning class. You didn't know why they even had classes so early in the morning.

It felt like decades had gone by since you sat there on the bathroom floor. The bathroom tiles were cold and uncomfortable. You were cold and uncomfortable. You didn't feel like yourself. You weren't the type to get so worked up about anything. You weren't the type to sit on a bathroom floor and cry over things you couldn't fix. You were the type to keep your head held high. To smile through everything, even if the situation was tough. To be the rock for your friends to lean on.

But, you felt alone. You felt so alone.

Michael, Mike. Michael was the one who made you feel alone. You loved him. God, you loved him more than anything. You loved him so much. You loved how caring he was. How sweet he could be. How considerate he was. You loved every inch of him and every inch of what he did for you. He was so considerate of your feelings; he never pushed you to do things you weren't ready for. So, why did his words hurt you so much? Why did his actions make you feel so small and worthless?

Why?

It had only been a few months since you started dating, and everything seemed to be perfect. He was charming, sweet, and an all-around amazing guy. You were so happy with him. He was everything you wanted in a boyfriend, and you were over the moon with how everything was going. He even seemed to care for you; at least, that's what you thought.

He had been distant for the past few weeks. You found yourself seeing Abby more often than you did Mike. You would wake up, and he wouldn't be there, only to find him passed out on the couch or working on a late project in the kitchen.

He said he was fine, but you knew he wasn't. You could tell he wasn't okay. You knew something was bothering him, but he never opened up to you about what it was. You thought about telling him it was okay. That he could talk to you about anything, he didn't need to keep it bottled up. He didn't need to worry you like that.

You did eventually open your mouth to say something about how he was feeling, but before you could even get the words out, he shut you down. He said he was fine that you were overreacting. That you needed to worry about yourself more and stop thinking about his feelings all the time. You just needed to trust him.

You believed him. You foolishly believed him until it all came crashing down. During one of your many late nights babysitting Abby for him, you accidentally stumbled upon papers that he left on the coffee table. One of which was a delinquency notice dated back to last week. He was behind on rent and had a couple of other bills that were due soon. You didn't want to add to his stress, so you figured it wouldn't hurt to try and help him with those.

Apparently, it did hurt. It hurt enough to make him snap at you when you decided to approach him the night before about it. Abby was tucked into bed in her room for the night, so you decided it would be a good opportunity to talk to him just as he was about to leave. How stupid you were. How naive. You didn't know what he was going to say, but you had no idea he was going to get so angry. So angry, in fact, that it ended up waking Abby up.

You felt your stomach churn at the memory of his voice getting louder, your name getting harsher, the tone of his words getting angrier.

"I said I can take care of myself, just like I've always done." He was livid, his face red with anger. He was trying to keep his cool, but it seemed that it was just too much for him. "Why do you have to get involved? Just butt out, alright?"

"I just want to help, Mike. You shouldn't have to pay for everything on your own. I just want to be there for you, like you are for me," you said, reaching out for his hands, but he pulled away from you.

"I don't need you to take care of me. I can handle this on my own. I've been doing this on my own for a long time," he told you, crossing his arms over his chest. He didn't want to be touched, you could tell.

"You're right," you admitted. "You're an adult; you've been taking care of yourself for a long time, and I shouldn't try to change that. But I'm here, okay? I'm here for you and for Abby. And I'm not trying to take care of you; I'm just trying to help you. Just let me help you."

"What the hell do you think this is?!" Mike practically screamed at you. "You think this is easy?! You think I don't want to get out of debt, huh? Do you think I like being in debt? I don't! But it's my fault, and it's my job to take care of it!"

"Mike, calm down! Abby is sleeping in the next—" You tried to reason with him, but he didn't want to hear any of it. He was too mad. He was too angry. He turned and grabbed his car keys, turning back to look at you, the hurt and anger evident in his eyes.

"Abby isn't your concern; she's my responsibility. She's my sister, not yours. You're just—" Mike stopped himself, not wanting to say the next thing that came to his head. But you were right there, in front of him, looking up at him with eyes full of hurt. You were so close, so close he could see the tears glistening in your eyes.

“I'm just… what, Mike?" You asked him, your voice hitching. The tears that you had been holding back began to fall. You were at a breaking point; you didn't know how to feel anymore. You didn't know what you were feeling. All you knew was that your boyfriend just screamed at you and hurt you with his words.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and looked over your shoulder to see Abby standing there. She looked up at her brother with wide eyes and a confused expression. She looked from Mike to you, then to her hand that was on your shoulder. You felt numb. You couldn't believe what was happening.

"Abby…" Mike took a deep breath. "Abby, go back to bed, okay? I'll be back soon." He gave her a soft smile. The one he always gave you when you needed it. She looked up at him, giving him the same sad look she was giving you. She rubbed her eyes and walked back into her room, closing the door behind her. Mike turned his attention back to you, but he didn't say anything. He looked like he had more to say, but the words just didn't come out.

And that was the last time you saw him.

You spent the next couple of hours curled up on the floor, crying until you couldn't cry anymore. You tried to sleep in the own comfort of your bed, but every time you closed your eyes, you would see his face. His angry face. The face he made at you the last time you spoke. The face he made when he screamed at you. You hated it. You hated everything about it.

It was around six in the morning when you decided to finally leave your room. It was cold outside, but you didn't care. You needed some fresh air. You needed to get out of there for a little bit. You needed to get away from the suffocating apartment, the suffocating situation. You needed to get away from everything that reminded you of Mike. You walked down the hall to the patio, and you were almost to it when you heard the faint knock on the door.

You stood at the entrance to the living room, listening to the faint knocks. It was the first time in hours that you heard a sound other than your own voice. Your eyes were glued to the door, your hands in fists as you listened. And listened. And listened. It felt like an eternity before you finally decided to get the courage to walk up and answer it, reaching for the knob and pulling it open.

There, standing on the other side of the door, was your boyfriend. Michael was standing there, staring back at you. His face wasn't angry. He wasn't mad anymore. He didn't look sad either. He didn't look like anything at all. He looked blank, empty. Like he didn't have any emotions, his eyes were void of the emotions that you loved so much.

He wore his security vest, the little medallion dangling in front of his chest. He had his name tag attached to it, and you realized he came straight from work. He had bags under his eyes, and his hair was a mess, sticking out at the side. His posture was slouched, his shoulders hanging low. He looked exhausted. But he was there, and he was standing right in front of you like he was the one who had been waiting for so long. Like he was the one who was worried.

"Hi," he spoke quietly. He almost whispered. It was soft, and it was quiet. His voice was scratchy and dry. He was trying to smile, but he was trying so hard to force one that it hurt you to see it. You felt a sharp pain in your chest at the sight of him. "Can we… Can we talk?"

"What are you doing here, Michael? You need to be home for Abby." You felt the lump in your throat rise up as you spoke. You could feel the tears coming back to your eyes, and you knew he saw them. He was always good at seeing through you.

"I couldn't go home knowing we're not okay." He looked at you with the saddest look you had ever seen. The look made you want to cry again. You didn't want to cry anymore.

"I… I can't right now," you said, moving to close the door in front of you. "I need some time to think." You started to shut the door, but his hand was quick to stop you from closing it. He put his foot in between the door and the frame and held the door open.

"Please," he begged, practically whining. He was so desperate. You knew he was desperate. You could see it in his eyes, the way his eyebrows were furrowed, and how he was clenching his jaw. "I know I shouldn't have said what I did last night. I was just… I was just angry. I didn't mean what I said, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, and I don't want to lose you because of my shit."

"Mike…" you started, but he cut you off.

"I'm just not used to having someone around all the time… Having someone help me. I know I get angry easily; Fuck, I know I'm stubborn. I know that I get mad at myself a lot because I'm not perfect, but I'm trying. I really am. For the longest time, it's just been Abby and I and no one else. I never really had someone who was willing to take care of me… and I've always been fine. I'm fine." Mike shook his head. "But I don't want to be just fine anymore. I want to be happy, and I want to be happy with you."

You felt a fresh set of tears fall from your eyes. You couldn't help it. The words were too much for you to handle. The sincerity in his voice, the way he was looking at you with his big hazel eyes, and how his voice cracked as he spoke. He looked like he had more to say, but he didn't. He just looked at you. He looked like he was searching for something. And you realized it was your forgiveness. He was waiting for your forgiveness. He was waiting for you to give him another chance.

You thought about all the times he opened up to you. All the times he let you in, and you helped him out when he needed it. You thought about how he was there when you needed him to be. You thought about how he would smile at you when you needed him to, how he would make you smile even on your worst days.

"I think you owe a dollar for the swear jar, maybe more," you spoke softly, looking up at him with your red, puffy eyes. He gave you a confused look, but he soon realized what you were talking about. He chuckled as he wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Yeah, I guess I do. Sorry, Abby," he apologized, acting like he was talking to his little sister. She wasn't here right now, but you knew he still felt like he needed to apologize to her for his actions, too. He always felt the need to apologize. He felt the need to try and be a better brother. To try and be a better son. He looked at you with those big eyes of his. The same eyes you fell in love with.

"Hug?" you asked, a small smile gracing your face. You didn't know why you asked, but you did. You felt the lump in your throat slowly ease up, and you finally felt the air in your lungs start to flow. He smiled back at you, opening his arms, and you stepped into them, burying your face in his shoulder.

He pulled away and kissed your forehead, resting his on top of yours. He rubbed your back as you wrapped your arms around him. He felt safe and warm. He felt like everything that was missing.

"I still don't want you covering the debt," he told you. "But… I'll take the help. I can take the help. I'll take it as long as it's you." You could hear him smiling, and you squeezed him tighter.

"Of course. Of course."

Everything was falling back into place. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't fixed. There was still so much to work out, but it was starting to feel a little better. You felt a little better. You felt a little more whole again. The ache in your heart wasn't so bad. It was bearable, and you could finally breathe again.

"You can let go of me now." Mike's voice was muffled against the top of your head, and you realized you were squeezing him too tight.

Still, you didn't let go. "No, you're warm," you said, smiling into his chest.

He let out a small sigh, shaking his head. "Is this my punishment? Is this what I have to look forward to for the rest of my life?"

"It could be worse. I could still be mad at you," you replied, kissing the side of his neck.

"Well, in that case," he suddenly grabbed you by your waist and hoisted you up over his shoulder. He laughed as you yelped out in surprise, flailing your limbs. You felt the world turn upside down, and you screamed as he turned and walked back inside, closing the door behind him. "Let me show you how sorry I am."

He might've ended up causing Abby to be late to school that morning, but it was okay. It was okay because you were laughing. You were smiling, and most of all, you were happy.

You were happy because even though it wasn't perfect, he was trying. He was trying to make things better for himself and for you. And for the first time in a long time, it felt like you were finally home.

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bomber-grl · 6 months

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Mike Schmidt relationship headcannons !

Pairing(s): Mike Schmidt x Gn!Reader

Note! Has some plot | This is my relationship headcannons for movie Mike, stating this because I just might make video game Michael Afton headcannons aswell in the near future

Very closed off and not looking for a relationship

He had hired you to take care of Abby when he was away and that’s how you two began getting closer.

Not the best conversation starter, however when you gave him the opportunity to speak about the dream theory he starts going on about it.

Then he apologizes and begins feeling a bit unsure and awkward.

It never really advanced from there and he’d almost constantly apologize and reassure that he’d pay you soon, but you never really cared for it.

Really peaked his interest when he realized that Abby had really grown to like you and began inviting you to do things with the both of them.

You, of course accepted and eventually Mike had started developing feelings for you.

Just as you did for him.

He didnt act on them at first.

Primarily Because he doesn’t see himself in a relationship, especially not with someone like you with him.

You were amazing, and he was a sad grown man who had to care for his little sister, and not even in a way he saw proper.

So of course he shuts it down, telling himself it’d be better off that way.

However, some way, somehow you got involved with Freddy’s pizzeria and you not only managed to save him but also Abby.

Then from there it just went uphill.

He got a better job, better pay, and is able to connect with Abby easier.

Not only that but the custody battle has been leaning in his favor.

He had no one to thank but you.

You’d take Abby to school, occasionally cook for them, and you were always reliable.

One fateful evening you and Mike were just hanging out in the living room.

Talking and just watching whatever was on TV.

Then he brought up your relationship, and stated that he’d really like to start one with you, a romantic one, that is.

You of course, said yes, and he was relieved and happy at your reaction.

But then Abby came to mind, what would she think?

You asked him this almost immediately.

But he reassured and said that the final push was actually when Abby hinted/teased her older brother about your potential relationship, then ran off.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding and an awkward atmosphere hung in the air but then Mike went to hold you hand and it made it semi better.

The next morning you almost immediately told Abby and she was so happy.

Which really relieved the both of you.

Things had changed, albeit subtly.

And although Mike wasn’t the most physically affectionate, probably due to him being pretty much touched starved and traumatized.

He tried his best to convey his affection towards you with teasing and joking around.

You’d often just enjoy the others company and bond mostly with Abby around.

If you were to ever do something even a little bit flirty around her she’d immediately be grossed out.

Which was funny, and was mentally noted to ever do again in her presence, even if it was just a kid friendly comment.

Your guy’s first kiss was pretty intimate

I mean Mike had never seemed much interested in kissing or doing anything further down the road.

However, after a particularly draining day, and horrible weather outside, Mike had offered you to stay for the night.

Abby was so excited and the three of you played with her just a little bit over her curfew then sent her off to bed.

When you were finally able to be alone, Mike, very awkwardly and a bit bashful, offered for you to sleep in his bed.

You, like the amazing person you were, rejected and said that it was fine and that he should just sleep there.

Not completely understanding that Mike didn’t mean separate, but together.

Once he bashfully explains that all you can do is mutter out an “oh” and go along with it.

Pretty awkward as you both just lay down as stiff as rods in silence.

Then you guys begin talking.

And it’s just you two talking about whatever at like 2 a.m, trying your best to keep it down.

If you decide to be bold and make a move by asking if you could cuddle with him, then he’d hesitantly agree.

Again, not because he hates you, but because he’s an awkward guy.

So once you’re settled in each others arms you start talking about each others traumas and mostly hidden things.

It’s the sleep deprivation getting to you guys.

Well once you’re both finished venting and just being vulnerable you decide to make a move and lean forward, giving him plenty of time to move if it’s not wanted.

But he didn’t, and the clash of your lips followed soon after and how drawed out it was won’t be mentioned by either of you either.

Things not only start changing and he’s side hugging you more (publicly)

Although not really into pda

And be more affectionate (as he can)

I’m sure at one point you get so comfortable with one another that although awkward moments occur, most of them spent together is just you saying cringe stuff and making him regret ever making it out alive of Freddy’s.

From then on, not only do you tease and get a worthwhile reaction but he’s always hugging and giving you cheek kisses in private.

He’s also grown fond of cuddling, just because of how close he gets to be to you.

If you were to ever tell him he’s hot.

He’d get really taken back but then laughs it off and says whatever.

(Saying this because I know those fans of him exist 😭)

Honestly it’s kind of hard for you to tell when he’s being sarcastic or not😔

He’s always making snarky and joking remarks and hard to tell when he’s just being his sassy self.

Honestly home dude is just trying his best and his relationship with you really lightened up his life even more.

Note! Should I make a pt 2 with Mike as your husband?

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proxima-writes · 5 months

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SWEET TOOTH

pairing: mike schmidt x female reader

rating: explicit

word count: 1.1k

summary: mike has a sweet tooth. when he sees you come home from the grocery store with an extra bag you’re trying to hide, your efforts to keep your candy away from him turn dirty.

author’s note: i have no explanation. just a sprinkle of josh hutcherson brain rot that turned into this.

warnings/tag: explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI), established relationship, dry humping, desperate mike, sub mike vibes, pet names (including good boy), teasing, play fighting, kissing, mike cumming in his pants, begging.

Mike stumbles out of the bedroom when he hears the door open, the rustle of plastic grocery bags followed by the gentle opening and closing of the kitchen cabinets letting him know you’re back from dropping Abby off at school and running to the store. He didn’t sleep much but it doesn’t matter, not when he’s been missing you for the last couple of nights.

“Hey,” he says, entering the kitchen and sliding his arms around your waist. “What did you get?”

“Just the usual. Some frozen pizzas. Rice. Those burritos you like were on sale, so I got a bunch of those,” you reply. There’s a bag on the counter that’s still full and when he tries to reach for it to help you out, you snatch it away. He raises his eyebrows.

“What’s in the bag?” He asks.

“Nothing.” You step away from him, hiding the bag behind your back. “It’s just…feminine things.”

He doesn’t buy it.

“You mean the same feminine things that are fully stocked in the bathroom right now?”

You shrug. “They were on sale.”

“I don’t think you’re telling the truth,” he teases, taking another step toward you. You back up, but he moves forward. You shift to the side and he follows suit. “Is it candy?”

You stomp your foot petulantly. “Michael Schmidt, you are not stealing my candy this time. You and Abby ate all of my M&Ms last weekend!”

“Sharing is caring!” He tries to reach for you but you duck around him, running for the living room with your bag in hand.

Mike chases after you, following the sound of your laughter and watching as you round the back of the couch, using the piece of furniture to defend yourself. Every time he moves, you shift in the other direction, bag still held behind your back. He moves forward and your eyes narrow.

“Don’t you dare,” you hiss. Like a disobedient cat, he places one foot on the couch cushions, raising his eyebrows at you in defiance. “Michael Schmidt!”

He rushes over the furniture toward you, a shriek that turns into a giggle filling the room as closes in on you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest.

“Gotcha,” he teases. He reaches around to grapple for the bag, struggling grab it as you move it out of his reach. Your ass is snug against his hips and his cock takes notice of the contact, twitching in his sweatpants.

“You got a little problem there, Mike?” You ask, voice teasing. You grind against him and he hisses, eyes fluttering closed. His hands still, settling on your hips.

“F-fuck,” he stutters. You take advantage of his moment of weakness, breaking free from his grasp and rushing across the room. “Hey!”

He charges after you again, grabbing you around the waist again and throwing both of your bodies over the back of the couch, the two of you landing in a heap of limbs on the cushions. You hold the bag of candy up over your head and he reaches over you, success so close he can taste it.

Your hips twitch against the knee he’s got planted on the cushions between your legs and he pauses, glancing down in interest. In his distraction, you shift your weight enough to send him toppling to the ground, landing with a thump and a groan on his back.

He looks up at you, sees the little smirk on your lips, the mischievous glint in your eye, and he knows he’s in trouble. You grind yourself against him and his eyes roll back at the sensation, the friction of your body against his familiar and consuming in the best way.

“What’s the matter, Mike?” You ask, voice teasing. “Thought you wanted my candy?”

“Mm, candy can wait,” he manages to murmur, lifting his hands to slide his palms along your thighs. “I could use some sugar, though.”

You laugh, head thrown back and shoulders shaking. “That was so bad!”

“Made you laugh, though,” he counters. You smile at him, planting your hands on his chest to steady yourself as you lean close, lips ghosting over his.

He kisses you, slow at first, lips moving in a familiar dance. He swipes his tongue against yours, relishing in the heat and taste of you. You wriggle in his lap like you can’t help yourself, can’t sit still, little sighs escaping you as he kisses you senseless. You feel so good on top of him, surrounding him, grounding him to a present where he doesn’t have to worry about work and bills and money and whether he’s doing well enough for Abby.

You break away from him with a slick pop, lips glistening with spit. You move over him again, this time with intent. You drag your clothed pussy over his hard cock, slow and steady, back and forth.

“Mmm, w-why don’t we take this to the — fuck — bedroom?” Mike asks, trying to hold you still. His fingers dig into your hips but that only seems to spur you on. “Come on, lemme make you feel good.”

“Feel plenty good just like this,” you murmur. Mike bites his lip, squeezes his eyes shut, thinks about anything but the friction of your pussy against his cock but all his mind goes to is images of you splayed out in bed, leaking cum and glistening with sweat. He whines, hips bucking up against you.

“Please, f-fuck,” he bites out. “If you d-don’t stop I’m gonna—“

“Gonna what, Mike? Cum in your pants for me?”

Mike groans, long and loud, that knot in his stomach going taut. He can feel himself leaking in his boxers, an embarrassingly sticky mess that you’ve made of him without even touching him.

“Come on,” you encourage, sliding a hand from his chest up to the base of his throat. “Good boys cum when they’re told, baby.”

The slight pressure on his neck, the rocking of your hips, the dark look in your eyes, it’s all too much, too soon, too good. Mike’s hips stutter, warmth flooding him as he cums and cums and cums, cock twitching against you as you slow your movements.

You stop, sitting still on top of him. He’s panting, aching fingers flexing on your thighs as you run a hand through his hair before kissing him, soft pecks of your lips over his face that have him smiling like a dope.

“If this is what I get if I eat your candy then I hope you know it’ll never be safe,” he teases. You smack his chest, standing and grabbing the discarded bag from the floor.

“If you touch my gummy bears, you better get real acquainted with your hand,” you reply.

“Might be worth it for gummy bears.”

A handful of the gummy bears pelt his face and you laugh as he pops one in his mouth. You finish off the bag together before Mike returns the favor.

Over and over and over.

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0anonnymouslyours0 · 5 months

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went a bit feral w this one; giving house wife and breeding kink! +18 ofc

mike schmidt who just thinks you'd make such a pretty house wife for him. he talks to you about it all the time, when your curled up in your little pink pajamas on the bed next to him. how cute you'd look in a little apron when he would arrive home from work. of course you'd make dinner for him, but! before you eat he'd have to treat you of course, since your such a pretty good girl for him.

he'd spoil your rotten of course, anything you'd want you'd have. and you'd live in the nicest house, nothing like his current place. you'd have your own little vegetable garden just like you'd want.

and don't get mike started on the kids, oh you'd look so perfect with a swollen tummy, full of his child. the clothes he would buy you! and of course you'd be doted on, your every need and want given to you.

he'd whisper in your ear, late at night while his hips roughly thrust into yours.

"c'mon baby, gonna be a good girl f'me?"

"gonna get a baby in you.. fill you up, wanna see you walking around with my kids in your tummy."

and you of course would loose it, nails scratching at mikes back, hands gripping and pulling at his hair. he'd come right inside you, making sure to keep his heavy cock buried so not a drip of his cum would leave your tired and weepy cunt

#oneshot #smut #female reader #masterlist #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schimdt x reader #fnaf

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deadgirlzneedlovetoo · 6 months

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𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝑀𝑒 𝒯𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝒴𝑜𝓊

Josh Hutcherson x Female Reader

WARNINGS: oral (fem receiving)

Josh gently leaned on you, his weight pressing against your body as he continued kissing you. You felt his beard against your chin, but the scratch comforted you. “I fucking love kissing you.” He breathed. His hand raising to gently squeeze your breast. You sucked in a breath. Josh sucked on your lower lip as he kneaded your chest. Your core pooled at his attention as he brushed his tongue against your teeth. You met his kiss, his tongue diving in your mouth and tasted you throughly. “Can you do something for me?” He asked against your mouth.

“Anything.” You answered, your hand against the back of his head. “Can you…please sit on my face?” He asked. You froze, mid kiss. He had asked you before and you refused. You couldn’t possibly. You felt way too heavy for him. You would probably crush his neck.

“Josh…” you started and he pressed a finger against your lips. “Baby, you’re not going to crush me. I promise. You’re not too heavy. I know you’re insecure. But trust me. I can handle it. Please, I’m dying to taste you. I’ve been wanting this all day.” He trailed his lips down your neck, finding your pulse point. His hands found your hips as his fingers tightened along them, as he guided you to sit up. You hesitated as he laid down, his eyes darkened impossibly. Evan helped you straddle his chest, pulling your oversized t shirt above your belly. “It’s okay, baby girl. Please? Please come here. I want to taste how sweet you are.”

You swallowed, still unsure. Josh gripped your thighs. You were thicker than him, something you were always afraid that he wouldn’t find attractive. You hated that, you felt so uncomfortable whenever he held you on his lap, or picked you up. But he never let you speak badly about yourself, always reassuring you that he thought you were beautiful. Sexy, even. “Sweetheart.” Josh reached forward, cupping your chin, making you look at him. “You don’t need to worry about it. You’re not hurting me. You’re not too heavy. It feels so good, do you want me to beg?”

Your eyes widened. “What?” Josh smirked at you before he toyed with the band of your underwear. “Please, baby. Please, fuck my face. It’ll make you feel so good, I promise. I need it.” He whispered to you, slowly lifting you higher on his chest. Your hands fell to his shoulders, as you hovered above him, your underwear pulled to your separated knees. Josh leaned up, you felt his beard brush against your pussy.

You almost pulled away. But Josh’s hands went to your ass. “Fucking sit.” He breathed, before bringing you down on his mouth. You immediately felt his tongue driving up, circling your clit as your thighs straddled his face. Your hips buckled, but your cheeks warmed as he slurped and sucked your sensitive bud. He moaned deep within his throat as he head moved up and down. His tongue dipped inside you, tasting you deep as his beard lightly scratched your inner thighs.

“Josh-“ you squeaked as your hands splayed on his chest, as he desperately thrusted his tongue against your clit.

“Fuck, you taste so good.” He groaned, his hands finding your hips as he rolled them. You tossed insecurities aside and started humping his face. Your slick coated his chin as you moved against his face, your pleasure growing inside your stomach. Josh quickened his pace as you reached forward to grip the headboard.

Your head pressed against it as your pelvis buckled as he flicked his tongue against your folds. “I’m gonna-“ you stuttered.

“Please do.” Josh begged. You moved your hips up and down, Josh whimpered at the pressure and you shuddered as your release came. You chased your orgasm as your movements became sloppy and Josh held your lower back so tight you thought he would break you. You moved to get off but he still held you in place. “I’m not done.” He whined, continuing lapping at your pussy as he licked your leftover climax. “I can’t-Josh please. I need a break.” You said to him and he finally stopped. You climbed off, back on the bed beside him and you glanced at his crotch. But you saw the wet patch staining his sweatpants. “Did you-“

“Yeah.” He said, a slightly blush creeping his cheeks. “It was so hot, I couldn’t contain myself.”

You nodded and he snuggled closer to your side, trailing his fingers against your arms.” You did really good, baby. I really liked it.” He confessed. “You promise?” You looked at him through your lashes.

“Yes,” he reached forward and kissed you. Savoring your lips with the aftermath of your taste.

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bunnybunbun0 · 6 months

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Currently getting off on the idea of loser!Mike touching a boob for the first time ever. (and of course its yours!)

You were just out for a midnight walk and thought "why dont i go bother mike at his new security job?" You were sitting in a random table along with him,a teasing lolipop in your mouth,flirting with Mike and getting his flustered over nothing was too much fun,you couldn´t get over it.

"So youve never been on a proper date?" He asked regarding the topic of your crappy dating life "Like no flowers or a nice dinner?" His eyebrows were raised,he always disapproved of the sketchy man you went out with,and he thought a nobody like him would never get a chance with a girl like you.

"Dinner and flowers?" You looked into his eyes and chuckled amusedly "Please,i showed my tits for way less!" you took the sucker out your mouth with a loud pop.

The blush on Michael´s cheeks were nerly comic,like a cartoon character getting a kiss on the cheeck,his eyes went everywhere trying to avoid yours,and you could swear that for a moment he just stared at your lips.

"So those men they just...saw your chest?" His voice was heavy in embarassement,face so red he looked like he had a nasty fever.

It was too much of a good teasing chance to just let it pass.

"Oh that and much more..." You popped the candy back into your mouth smirking teasingly "What? You never touched a boob?"

You knew the answer to that question already,Michael´s non existing date life was material for endless late night phone calls and a fuel for your relentless teasing.

"N-no i havent..." He said shyly

You were´nt expecting him to actually answer that,let alone with such honesty,a million things ran through your mind in that minute and the one you chose to listen was the fact you couldnt let your best friend be the type of man who never felt a woman´s breasts.

"Well,lets cchange that shall we?" Your smile was growing bigger by the minute. As you took of your jacket revealing the low cut top you were wearing that oh so nicely hugged your breasts,his eyes were glued in them.

He was taken aback by your actions,not sure what to do next,but that smirk of yours and that top that left little to the imagination were stirring something in him.

"What...What are you implying here?" He twiddled his fingers nervously and you took a step closer to him.

"Well...What are you waiting for? Be my guest!"

He could swear his heart never pumped any faster. He approached you slowly,shaky hands being raised to the point where they were rested on top of your chest,he looked into your eyes for any kind of reaction,hands still and face red like some kind of trance.

"Well dont be shy! get into it!" You stirred him on dancing the red lolipop around in your cheecks.

"A-am i doing this right?" He asked worried and out of breath as he moved his hand slowly,small circular moves from the entirety of what your push bra could expose to him.

"There is no way of doing this wrong,as long as you enjoy yourself..." Your tone was flirtarious as ever,and the growing tent on the front of his jeans proved he was indeed enjoying himself.

His eyes wandered between you and his hands on your boobs,he was slowly getting the hang of it,being ever so delicate and liking the feel of your body on his palms. But it wasnt enough for you,not until he really let himself go.

"Come on! really get into it!" You stirred him on one more time,going further this time.

You put your hands on top of his over your chest and gave it a nice firm squeeze,wanting him to really feel you. You thought his eyes were gonna pop off with how big they widened.

His shock however,didnt forbid him from keep on squeezing and massaging your boobs,the confidence growing ever more at every little gasp that you let scape and at the way he could feel your nipples harden under the fabric.

He couldnt believe his luck! He was actually touching a girls boobs! One that he has been attracted to for a long time as well! He didnt want this moment to ever be over.

"Are you liking it?" he asked without ever stoping the motion of groping your tits.

you hissed through grutted teeth at the way he teased your nipples,mike was always a quick learner and this time it wasnt any different.

"Youre not bad for a first timer" you smiled at him teasingly.

You took a few steps back,chest feeling cold without his preying hands,you ignored the temporary feeling of loss knowing what was to come would be way better. You slid your hands beneath your shirt pulling it over your head,staying in front of him in only a bra and jeans.

"Ready to learn the real deal?"

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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬.

ꜰɴᴀꜰ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜰᴏxʏ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ), ꜰᴏxʏ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ) ɪᴍᴘʟɪᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄʜᴍɪᴅᴛ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Spoilers? Missing children, child abduction, mentions of death, FNAF stuff, murder, Mike gets his ass beat, reader gets stabbed, good ending this time.

A/N: Some parts a cut out because Vanessa wasn't involved in the fic, sorry :(

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You woke up, in a cold sweat. You sat up from the couch, hyperventilating. You ran your hand across your face to remove the sweat away. You've found your brother, he had been in the pizzeria the whole time, but what you now wanted to know was who did it. As much as you didn't want to go to work, you had too. Maybe you could ease up your mind. You decided to shower, to get the smell and stickiness of the sweat off your body. Once out, you put on lotion on your damp body, then got dressed, did your hair however you could and were out the door.

At work, you felt distracted. Sometimes you'd just stop what you were doing to think about what happened in your dream. Why didn't your brother tell you who did it? Did he not want you to know? Was he scared to say something? It was getting to you. Your boss took notice and pulled you aside. "Y/n? What's wrong? You've been distracted all morning." She said, sounding concern. "I'm fine, it's just... a lot on my mind." You told her, while fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. She could see the bags under your eyes and how you seemed to just not be in it today. "You know what, you can take the rest of the day off." She said, making you look up at her worried that she might fire you. "I'm not going to fire you, just go home and rest. You don't have to show up tomorrow if you don't want to." She explained. You couldn't help but smile at her. "Thank you." That's all you could say, she gave you a smile in return. Shortly after you left work and went home.

Back home you were in your room, as much as you wanted to sleep. You just couldn't get any shut eye. It was almost frustrating, you were about get yourself some chamomile tea to sleep. But then you got an idea. You got your book that you kept in your desk drawer. You put the book of the wooden surface, you paged through the book fast. Pulling out some loose pages and analyzing them again. From the now yellow articles, police reports, and pictures that you had got. You looked carefully, trying to find something, but nothing. It was getting frustrating, you were getting desperate on trying to find who did this. You stopped eventually, you just sat there, thinking of what you could do or what to do. Nothing. You found nothing again, it felt as if you were back in square one.

You sighed, leaving your desk and walking to the bed, sitting down on it. You felt so frustrated, that you didn't find anything with the little information you had. You looked over at the picture on your night stand. Of you and your brother, you grabbed the frame and looked at it. Remembering back at that summer many years ago, he had recently turned seven years old, right after you. At that time you were about third teen. He had grown a fascination for pirates, he loved being the captain with a hook that he had made himself. That was the theme of the party. You sighed, looking at the picture, it was a nice one. You and him were dressed up, standing in front of the table with a cake in the middle with seven candles. As well as many kids around the table, but you and him were in the spot light. The more you looked at the picture, you couldn't help but notice something in the very back.

You brought the picture closer, at the very corner, you saw a yellow rabbit. A yellow rabbit? You looked closer, seen that he had a pirate hat on and an eyepatch to match the theme. How could you miss that? Well, it wouldn't be very easy to spot. You could barely even see the yellow guy. It felt oddly strange as if, he wasn't really meant to be there. That made a shiver run up your spine just thinking about why the yellow rabbit would be at your brother's party. You placed the picture back at the night stand. Thinking about why you felt slightly disturbed by the picture now.

Later that night, you were at the pizzeria, still thinking about the picture and your dream. You didn't even hear or see Mike's care pull up. Till you heard Abby call out to you. "Hey!" She said, running up to you. "Oh, hey kid. How are you?" you asked her. Then you smiled at Mike who was coming, he gave you a small awkward smile. Then you and Abby moved out of the way to let him open the gate. When open, you all went inside. As soon as you stepped into the lobby, Abby went up to the animatronics, who were already up. You and Mike watched from afar. Seen her interacting with them.

"You alright?" Mike asked, making you turn to him. "Oh, yeah, I'm good." You responded, a bit to quickly. "That's something a person with a lot on their mind would say. I'd know that." Mike said to you. He saw right through you. Then Abby called you and him over, you both walked over to the stage, seen that she had a notebook out, with a drawing of a huge fort. "It has to be big, so that we can all fit." She explained, looking at you and Mike. At first it seemed weird, but she was a kid, she more focused on playing than anything that was happening. "I mean, I'm sure that we can use the tables and chairs?" You suggested, Abby seemed to agree with you, along the animatronics. You looked over at Mike, who didn't seem so sure, but once he locked eyes with you, he seemed to agree.

Then everyone got to putting up the chair and tables up together. Except for Abby, she was telling every one where things went or should go. It was easy, specially since there was more hands to work with. When the fort was done, Abby couldn't help but shout. "You did it!" She said, happily. Then Bonnie began to tilt back, falling off the chair and into the floor, heard. You and Abby went over and asked him. "Are you okay?" She sounded concern, then Bonnie gave her a thumbs up to show that he was alright. Afterwards, everyone squeezed into the fort. Laying on their back. You were between Foxy and Freddy, while Abby and Mike were laying between Bonnie and Chica. The night was chill so far. You were all just interacting with one another.

Then Abby said that it might be raining soon. So you had the idea of going to the back to see if there was any kind of table clothes you could use. You got up from off the floor, telling them that you'd be back. The Mike decided to go with you to the back. In the back, you looked around for Table clothes, looking through the shelves and in some boxes. "Hey." Mike made his presence known. "Hey." You responded, as you looked some more. "I've... been meaning to ask... what exactly have you been looking for?" He asked, making you stop at your tracks. Looking down at your feet, then you looked over at Mike. "My brother." You told him, making his eye go wide. "Your brother?" He asked.

You nodded. "Yeah, many years ago in the eighties, my brother along with some other four kids, went missing here. They never found him or a body. It was almost as if he vanished." You explained to him, Mike listened to you. Your situation sounded similar to his. "Eventually the police stopped looking, the case had turned cold. For many years I've been hoping to find him or the person that did it. That's the reason I began to work, to get some money and maybe hire a private investigator. But instead I came across you and I thought that maybe you could have helped me by letting me in here to find something." You explained to him.

Mike nodded, he understood clearly now. Why you had asked in the first place to let you, if he was you, he would have done the same thing. "I understand, I too lost my brother and I've been wanting to find him too or at least, find out who took him." He explained. "I mean, the only reason I took this job is so that my aunt doesn't take Abby away from me. She thinks I'm not qualified to watch over her. So, I really need the money, that's the reason I let you in here in the first place, despite it being risky." He added. You nodded understandingly. "It seems like you and I here much in common." You said to him, giving him a small comforting smile. He also smiled back at you, but it was a bit more awkward, it was cute. Then you found some purple clothes on some boxes, you picked them up and looked at Mike. "Let's get back, they're probably waiting for us." You said, Mike nodded. Both of you going back to the main lobby.

Music was playing on the main stage. They must have been the ones who were playing. You watched how Abby was on the stage, watching Bonnie 'playing' the guitar. You saw how she was about to play the string, but you noticed how a small spark went out from Bonnie's wrist. "Abby!" You yelled out, but it was too late, as soon as she touched the guitar strings, electricity sparks went all over her. Shocking her, making her fall backwards. Both you and Mike quickly ran towards her. She was on the floor, passed out. You then picked her up, taking her to the floor and laid her down, using the table clothes as pillow so that her head isn't touching the floor. You leaned down to her chest, listing to her heart beat. It was fast, but it must have been due to the scare.

"Is she okay?" Mike asked, in a panic. "Yeah, she just passed out, give her a minute." You said, then the animatronics came close to check on her. They all seemed worried, specially Bonnie. He didn't think that would happen, he felt bad. A couple minutes passed, then Abby finally opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked, slowly opening her eyes. "You got shocked and passed out. Are you alright?" you asked her, she sat up, rubbing the back of her head. "Yeah, it's just my head. It hurt." She whined, then you pulled her into a hug. "It's okay, you'll be fine." You said, comfortingly rubbing her back. You then helped her up from off the floor. "I think she should go home." You said to Mike. "Yeah, but I can't leave her alone." He said. "It's fine, I'll take to my house to watch over her." You said, while hugging Abby to your side. "You sure? I wouldn't want to bother you." He said. "I'm sure, you can trust me." You said to him. For a moment, you locked eyes with one another, then he spoke again. "I trust you." He said. "Let me walk you both out." He finished.

As you walked out, the animatronics waved at both you and Abby. Their faces still filled with concern. You walked outside to your car, opening the door for Abby and letting her in. You then turned to Mike. He had a look of guilt on his face. "You alright?" You asked him. "No, Abby got hurt." He said sadly, you reached out and gave his shoulder a small rub. "It's okay, it was an accident." You said trying to ease him up. Mike just nodded, still feeling guilty for what happened. "Call me when you're shift if over, so that you could come pick up Abby." You said, with a small smile to him. He nodded, then looking in the backseat, giving Abby a small wave of goodbye and he went inside. You got in the driver's seat and turned off the car, driving back home.

The car was quiet, normally you'd have music playing, but not this time. "Something is wrong isn't it?" Abby asked. You looked at her through the small mirror. "What do you mean?" you asked her as you drove. "Something is wrong with Mike. He may think I don't notice but I do... It's me isn't it?" she asked, sadly. You didn't know how to explain it to her. "He is trying. He really is. He is doing everything in his power to keep you with him." You explained to her, hoping that she'd understand. "I want to be with him." Abby admitted, you knew that she loved her brother more than anything. He was everything that she had left. "You will, trust me." You said with a small smile. She smiled back at you, still a bit sad. "I trust you, Foxy told me to trust you." She added. "He did?" You asked her. "Yeah, he talks an awful lot about you." She explained, this made your heart slightly swell up by this new information.

You were back at your house, again, your mom had left early. Abby looked around the place, a bit then she went over and sat on the couch. "You hungry? Want anything to eat?" You asked her, while in the kitchen, looking for something to eat maybe. "Do you have bacon?" She asked, you looked in the fridge spotting some bacon. You looked over at the time, seen that it was barely 5:22. It was already Friday and she may have school, but It would be fine that she didn't go today. "Yeah, I do." You told her.

So you made breakfast, very early in the morning. You made scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast. Now you were sitting in the dinning room table with Abby, eating together, in silence. It was comfortable silence. She seemed to really enjoy the food, looking over at the time, you saw that it was 6:03 already, Mike must have been out of work. You then got a called and picked up the phone, it was Mike. He had asked for your address, you told him what it was and ended the call with him a 'See ya soon'. A couple minutes passed and Mike had arrived, you let him in. Abby was sitting on the dinning room table, finishing her glass of milk. "Hey." He said, getting both your attention. "Hey Mike." You responded to him.

"Come have a seat, you're probably hungry." You offered, but he declined. "No, I'm fine, just came to get Abby." He said, but you weren't having it. "Just sit down." You said, your tone made Mike's eyes widen and he sat down on the chair across Abby, who was slightly giggling. You came back with a plate of food, putting it down in front of Mike. "Eat, it'll do you good." You said, sitting down next to him. Mike only nodded, beginning to eat the plate you had made for him. Abby on the other hand, was attempting to hide her small grin. She seemed happy that Mike was actually eating something, unlike other times he barely ate anything. Most of the time he'd just say that he ate earlier or that he wasn't hungry.

After that, Abby was back in the living room, watching the TV. While you were in the kitchen with Mike who was helping you with the dishes. "Hey y/n, could I ask you a favor?" He asked. Making you look over at him. "Sure, what is it?" You asked, looking at him. "Could you watch Abby for a couple hours? I got something to do." He asked, seemed a bit desperate that you'd say yes. "Yeah, I'll watch over her, what are you doing?" You asked, out of curiosity. "Just... something, I'll be back I promise." He said, you only nodded. "Thank you, I'll make it up to you." He said, putting the last plate on the drying rack, wiping his wet hands onto his jeans and he went over to Abby to tell her that he'd be back later.

You didn't go to work that day and Abby didn't go to school either. All day you spent it with Abby, you got a call from your mom that she'd be home the next day. So it was just you and Abby until Mike came home. Afterhours, Abby had fallen asleep. You let her sleep in your room while you were in the living room, laying on the couch about to go to sleep. Mike had not returned yet. Odd, it was about to be 12:00. You were growing tired youself. So you decided to try and take a small nap. Slowly you closed your eyes, the sounds of the TV turned into muffles and everything went completely dark.

Shorty after, you woke up. In the Pizzeria. But this time you woke up in the middle of the lobby. Still in that outfit you wore many years back and the place was much brighter. Your brother was right there. You called out to him, making him turn to you. "What's going on?" You asked him. "Everything is fine, we'll be together again." He said, this confused you a bit. "We will?" You asked him. "Yeah, but first Abby must come with us, then you'll come with us." He explained. "What are you talking about?" You asked him, now concerned. "Mike said we could have anything we wanted if we helped him know where his brother is at. And we want Abby, but also you." He said.

That sounded wrong, you knew that Mike wanted to find his brother, but he wouldn't give up his sister. "Look, maybe he wasn't thinking straight at the time, but you can't take her away from her brother." You told him. "Why not? We want her, she's our friend." He said. "I understand, but... you just can't have her." You told him, you saw the look of sadness in his face. "So.. you don't want to be with me?" he asked. "Yes, I want to be with you. I'd do anything to be with you, but that isn't the way." You told him, he didn't seem very happy with what you told him. "Please... Don't do something you might regret." You said. But then he just scratched you with his sharp hook. Making you wince in pain. Looking down you saw a cut on your hand. Then you looked up at him. Then you saw how his eyes were now a pitch black and black liquid rolled down out of them. Letting out a loud scream.

You woke up, flinching violently. You scrambled around the couch and sat up, breathing heavily. Your body was covered in sweat, looking down at your hand, you saw a cut that was bleeding. You got up from the couch, about to go to the Kitchen to clean off the wound, then you saw the front door open. Weird, then you looked at the hallway, seeing that your bedroom door was wide open. "Abby?" you called out to her. Quickly you ran into the room, seen that she wasn't in there, making you go into a panic. "Abby?!" you called out to her, looking for her all over the room. Then you looked in your mom's room, the bathroom, kitchen, dinning room area, living room, and outside. Before you could do anything else, remembered your dream. It was them, they took her. Quickly you got into your car, turning it on and then you drove to the pizzeria as fast as you could. Hoping that they hadn't done anything to her.

The whole drive, you were worried that the kids might have done something to Abby. You wanted to call Mike, but you never asked for his phone number, which you felt stupid for not asking him for it. As soon as you arrived at the pizzeria, you parked quickly and ran inside. Not noticing that Mike's car was on the parking lot. You went inside, looking for Abby. "Abby!? Abby?!" You yelled out, you saw how both Bonnie and Freddy were laying on the floor, as if they had been shut off. You ran towards the Arcane area, seen that Foxy was on the floor, also shut down. You spotted both Mike and Abby. "Abby!" you ran towards them, to see if they were okay. "We have to get out of here, now!" Mike said, all of you then ran towards the main lobby, but stopped, seen someone coming from out the shadow of the main entrance. Both you and Mike pulled Abby behind, as a form to protect her. It was two glowing dots.

Your eyes widen when you saw who it was. That damn yellow rabbit, stepping out of the shadows. The suit was now warned out and decaying slowly. Mike then tried using the teaser gun on him, but that made him laugh and pushed him out of the way hard. You then moved Abby to a safer spot. Hiding her. "You couldn't just leave it alone, could you?" It asked, in a robotic like voice. He laughed. "Lucky me! First I killed your brother and now I kill you!" He said, giving Mike another kick. "This is going to be so much fun!" He claimed, then the Animatronics began to get up, and approach towards the main stage. "And you!" He said, looking at you. Pointing his knife at you. "You couldn't just mind your own business! You couldn't just forget!" He snared. You then ran up to him, attempting to fight him, but he was much stronger and bigger than you. That made him drop his mask, revealing himself to you. It was him, Steve.

He manage to get the upper hand, he grabbed your wrists. Making you fall to the floor, Abby then moved from her hiding spot, this caught William's attention, before he could go get her. You grabbed him again so that he couldn't get her in time. Then you felt sharp pain in your side, looking down. You saw that he had stabbed you with his knife. He then pulled it out of you. Causing you to you fall to the floor. Mike was still on the floor, weak and in pain. You couldn't help but cough, in pain. Holding onto your wound. "How could you!? They were only kids!" You cried out in pain. He looked down at you, watching you slowly bleed out. "Oh, don't feel too bad, they did try to fight me off, but... I'm sure you know the rest." He said as if it was nothing.

You whined and coughed in pain. Trying to hold onto your bleeding wound. "It wasn't hard, but it wasn't easy either. The girl screamed, a boy tried to hide, the other, I had to decapitate. Not only that, but one of those brats gave me a sore jaw. He was a pain.. Now, your brother. He tried running, to get help. To get his sister." He said, mockingly. You felt tears rolling down your eyes, you felt sick just listening to him talk about his murders. You were breathing heavily, in pain. You felt more blood coating your hand. "Since he wants his sister so bad, I think I might just give him that... I mean, the more the merrier right?" he asked, lifting his knife up, to kill you. "I'm sure you'd be a great addition, I have just the perfect model for you." He said, about to bring the knife down to end you.

Next thing you knew, the lights shut off, making Steve look around to see what was happening. Then the lights went back on, directly to the wall of pictures, the animatronics began to approach it, to see the new picture Abby had replaced with a new one. It was of the yellow rabbit, but he was welding a knife, with blood. Around him was the five kids that went missing. With X's on their eyes and frowning face. Indicating that they were dead. "They can see you now. They know what you did." Abby said, she was right under the night, in the dark spot. She the ran over to where Mike was to help him. Calling out his name. Then the animatronics turned, looking at the man in the yellow rabbit suit. You were growing weak, but you could still see what was happening. "Move... Move!" He demanded, but then the lights began to turn on, around him. Making him cover his eyes so that he wasn't blinded anymore. Then they moved towards him, surrounding him. Foxy was in front of you, glaring at the guy with his single eye. Not only that, but the place began to make loud noises and move around.

"Look at you. Look at the nasty things you have become! Look how small you are, how worthless you are! You are wretched, rotten little beasts! I made you!" He insulted them. They had stopped trying to get closer. Then the cupcake jumped off its plate and bit right into where his rib cage is. Both Abby and Mike approached you, seen that you were unconscious on the floor. Bleeding out. "Y/n." Abby said worriedly. Both of them helped you get up, you were getting weaker and weaker, you needed to go to the hospital. You were about loose complete conscious. Last thing that you saw was how Foxy was dragging away the yellow rabbit, with his mask on. As he whimpered in pain. You also saw how Foxy looked back at you, then everything went black.

Now you were in the hospital, you had to put into Acoma for a little bit. Then eventually you woke up. Your mom was worried that something might happened to you. She couldn't bare the idea of loosing her other child again. At first you were worried on how you were going to explain to your mother how you got stabbed by a serial killer. But she most have been told another story. Which she believed to your surprise. You were laying on the hospital bed, in a bit of pain. Your mom had gone back home for a moment, but she would be back. You were thinking about what happened a while ago, how was your brother and the others doing? Were they okay now? What happened to Steve. Was his name even Steve? You wondered.

Then the door opened, it was nurse. "You got a visitor." She said, then she moved out of the door and let the visitor in. It was Mike. He had a handmade card and some flowers. "I'll leave you both." She said, politely and left. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked, with an awkward smile. "I'm alright, the wound will scar for sure." You commented. Then Mike handed you the flowers and card. "Oh thank you." You said with a small smile. "Abby made you the card." He said, you looked at the card. The 'Get Well Soon' was drawn in huge letters along with drawings little drawings. When you opened the card, they were small drawings of who you assumed was Abby, Mike, along with Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and a golden Freddy. In the middle said 'We Miss You'. The card made you feel a bit emotional. "She also says Hi, I'd bring her to see you, but you know how the hospital is." Mike said, while looking at you. "It's very cute, tell her I said thank you." You told him, with a small smile.

It was silent for a minute, then you couldn't help but just ask. "How's Abby?" You asked Mike. "She's doing great, she's actually made friends." He explained, he also seemed very happy about it. "That's good." You responded. "Hey, Mike. I know this is coming out of context due to the situation, but would like to go out sometime?" You asked, making Mike's face become a red by the sudden question. "Did... did I hear you properly?" he asked, and you nodded. "Yeah, I mean, unless you can't, then I'd understand." You said to him, but he quickly jumped in. "I would like too!" He said quickly, making you slightly giggle a bit. "Yeah, just let me get out of this hospital and we could maybe go somewhere. I could ask my mom to watch over Abby or you could bring Abby along." You added. Then you looked back down at the letter, looking at the little drawings of the animatronics. You couldn't help but wonder, how were they doing? Could you perhaps go and see them some time? Specially your brother, how was he doing after all that?

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whorrorfix · 2 months

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is it the daddy issues or is he just really hot idk

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↳ ❝Headcanons (bf! edition) | Mike Schmidt | SFW❞ˎˊ-

[after the events of the movie] | masterlist | request |

Mike Schmidt x GN! Reader

dating this chronic exhausted security dude would include:

Late Night Dates on the nights when he just couldn't sleep or he wakes up earlier than usual

He cooks you and Abby breakfast every morning despite it being something simple such as cereals [sometimes you wake up early to make something a bit more fancier than toast and bacon and he loves you so much for it]

Abby would keep telling Mike to marry you before you realize that he's a loser [Mike has the same fears but he would never tell you that]

On the days he's more sleep deprived than usual, he would constantly snap at you

He's good at groveling, gives you flowers as a sorry, would give you space, would cook for you (and fail)

A cuddler, he loves to have you in his arms as he sleeps. The feel of your body, your arms around him (he is a switch) ans his arms around you

The nights he cuddles you are the nights that are dreamless and perfect for him

You guys do breakup once

It takes months of self improvement before Mike even thinks of asking you out again

He is so much better than before, not just for you or Abby but for himself

He starts doing jobs that wouldn't need much interaction with human beings (my ideal job)

You move in with him after a few months of getting back together

He would be much more less snappish than before

Now whenever he gets mad, he calmly tells you he needs some space

Eventually both of you work out all the ticks that make the relationship work

Both of you spend the weekends watching movies with Abby (i feel like Abby would love horror movies)

Lunch dates with Mike while Abby is in school

Mike is into praise so whenever you compliment him on something, he literally brightens up so much

Has the prettiest smile and the cutest laugh (i don't make the rules, it is what it is)

Finally talks to you about his trauma, you cry when you hear everything he went through

You get so overprotective of him after that, praising him, helping him with Abby and everything

Starts having dreams of marrying you and eventually proposes (Abby tells you about the ring beforehand)

A/N : gonna write more about him! promise <3

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Would You Smooch a Killer Robot? [X] Heck Yes - Chapter 5

Notes: Y'all, I have to confess something scandalous... I have a hard time writing sexy times for Freddy

Like don't get me wrong, WOWZA, but at the same time he gives off such sweet himbo dad energy that it's tough to think of him as Daddy instead of Dad (I blame Gregory, curse the youth for bringing out parental vibes from sentient robots and making it harder to lewd them!) (the robots, not the children. Please for the love of everything still decent in this fucky world <i>don't lewd the children)</i>

I tried my best, however! I hope you enjoy! Again, if you personally hate orange soda, I am so sorry for what (or who)'s about to come lol

Man, can't believe my first lemon with Freddy and I make it fucking weird lmao

Oh well, hope you enjoy.

CONTENT WARNING: Daddy kink

CHAPTER 5: Glamrocked

Roxy definitely took her time in cleaning you up. Not that you minded, of course; the wolf girl cuddles were easily one of the highlights of your night. She was surprisingly sweet as she gathered you into your lap once you were all cleaned up, resting her chin atop your head as her tail wagged lazily behind her.

But things can’t last forever, and the two of you looked up to see Freddy walking into the area.

Roxy glared. “What is he doing here? He never comes to the raceway.”

“Maybe Vanessa sent him to look for me,” you hummed. Though you were excited to finally see him, you didn’t exactly want to move yet.

Neither did Roxy, apparently, because she tightened her hold on you as the tall bear approached you.

“What are you doing here, Freddy?” She questioned.

“I was looking for the one Vanessa was talking about earlier,” he answered, and good heavens was his voice velvety. You couldn’t tell how much of you was down-bad for this bear, and how much of you was ready and willing to call him daddy.

Better not make it weird, you decided, as you smiled up at him. “Hi, Freddy! I was looking for you earlier, but you weren’t in your room.”

“Ah, yes!” He straightened, his kind eyes scanning you over. “I was talking with Vanessa. She wanted to make sure I would be able to find you should anything happen.”

“That’s awfully sweet,” you cooed. “I didn’t know Nessie cared that much about little old me.”

“Good job, delivery boy,” Roxy added in a snarky tone, growling at him as she hugged you closer. “But (y/n) is mine right now. Go away.”

“I just wanted to check on her,” Freddy reassured, paws in the air as he backed away. “Thank you for keeping an eye on her, Roxy.”

The wolf didn’t answer, watching him with a sharp stare as he left the raceway.

When she knew he was gone, she relaxed a bit, nuzzling back into your hair as she wrapped her tail around your lap. You let her, closing your eyes in bliss. What was better than wolfy cuddles?

You stroked through her tail absentmindedly until your phone vibrated in your back pocket. Roxy made a noise of surprise, backing off enough so that you could reach back and pull it out.

Vanessa had texted you. Are you still w roxy?

ye, you replied. You reached up and snapped a photo of the two of you and sent it to her.

It didn’t take her long to reply. Cute. I sent Freddy your way.

we saw him.

The wolf peered over you at the phone. “Do you have to leave?”

Your heart melted at her disappointed tone, and you patted her cheek, cupping your fingers around it.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. “As much as I don’t want to move…”

“I’m still your favorite, aren’t I?” Even though her face looked irritated, her voice was horribly desperate. It squeezed what was left of your heart.

You shifted around until you could see her. Her ears were pointed downwards, her gaze shifted away from you.

“Of course, Roxy,” you reassured, wrapping your arms around her neck. “You’ll always have my number-one spot.”

You scritched the underside of her chin, unsure if she’d feel it, but she let out a keening noise and arched her neck, closing her eyes.

“Come back to visit me again,” she ordered.

“Of course.” You patted her cheek with your other hand and smiled as she squeezed you to her chest before letting go.

You looked around the hall. It was still empty, yet you caught a glimpse of Monty walking around. He pulled his shades down just enough to wink at you from the shadows before going on his way.

You rolled your eyes with a grin before looking at your phone as you walked.

“Let’s see…” you murmured. “Rockstar Row…”

You looked up, seeing the animatronic you were wanting to find just a ways away, his back to you.

You lit up. “Freddy!”

The tall animatronic turned at the sound of your call, and he gave you a brilliant smile. “You’re back! Did you and Roxy have fun?”

“Oh did we,” you laughed as you caught up to him. “Anyway, what are you doing next?”

“I was going to go back to my room. Would you like to join me?”

“Would I ever!” Clasping your hand in his, you chirped, “Lead the way!”

As soon as you got to his greenroom, the two of you sat on the couch.

“How do you like the pizzaplex?” He inquired.

“It’s really something,” you huffed a laugh and curled your fingers around his. “I’m surprised at how high-tech this place is compared to the last time I was at a Fazbear joint.”

“I suppose anything would seem grand compared to what you had before.” He chuckled, low and reverberating, and it made your little heart flip.

Hot damn did he have a glow-up. The Freddy Fazbear you remembered was a clunky, furry thing, with a silly-sounding voice and horrible rumors surrounding him. The animatronic smelled old, funky, like decades of wear and tear. All in all, not that appealing at first glance.

But Glamrock Freddy… he was a hunk. The designers had to have known what they were doing when they were creating him. Dude was stacked up, and he had major himbo energy? A wet dream and daddy issues, all wrapped up into beautiful blue eyes and a thicc physique.

You were still torn on whether you wanted to call him Daddy or Dad. Jury’s still out on which one fit him more.

Freddy’s eyes were kind and alarmingly human - you felt warm and happy when he looked at you, hand held in his. Definitely more of a Dad kind of guy.

His free hand brushed your cheek as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, looking into your eyes. “I’m glad you’re here. Chica could not stop talking about you earlier. I haven’t seen her this happy since…”

He trailed off, looking away with a sadness that seemed so visceral, he didn’t feel like an AI. You immediately understood his words, and you squeezed his hand with a sympathetic smile.

“He was my favorite of the band,” you confessed with a light laugh. “I always wanted to come here to meet him one-on-one.”

“He would have loved you.” Freddy agreed, his ears turning down. “He was… very much like you. A little more sarcastic, perhaps, but he was kind.”

For a moment, you had a sardonic laugh about that. A lot like me? For the band’s sake, you hoped that wasn’t the case. You weren’t afraid to profess how much of a little gremlin you could be.

“I wish I knew what happened to him.” Freddy continued morosely. “I have my hunches, but I don’t want to make things worse than they are.”

Oh.

You frowned at the ground, unable to say anything back. What could you say that wouldn’t stir the pot?

“He wouldn’t want me to keep moping about him. I apologize, Superstar.” He shook his head and looked back at you. “Would you like a picture?”

“Sure! Photos always get me out of my funk.” You pulled out your phone and winked.

The two of you huddled close together, your head resting on his shoulder, as you smiled at the lens. Freddy held up a peace sign for one picture, while you were winking.

As you let your arm back down, you went through them. “They turned out well.”

“They did.” He nodded his head and patted your hair. “What else would you like to do?”

“Well, what do you do for fun?” Slipping your phone back into your jeans pocket, you turned to him in question.

“Hm. What do I do for fun…” he tapped his chin in thought before his eyes lit up in realization. “Do you like arcades?”

“I love arcades.” You were dead serious as you grabbed his shoulder.

“Excellent!” The bear beamed as he made to get up. “Would you like to check it out?”

“Yes, please!” You bounced with excitement as you hopped from the couch.

As soon as you stepped out of the elevator into the dark room, you gasped.

It was beautifully decorated, with neon lights lighting up the walkway just enough so that you wouldn’t stumble and fall. The tiles were glossy and mirrorlike, and the décor seemed so much fancier than befitted a mall.

“Whoa,” you breathed. “All this for an arcade?”

“You’d be surprised,” Freddy chuckled. Taking your hand, he gestured forward. “Well, let’s go.”

He led you through, and you came to a large room full of arcade machines and soft carpet, music playing over the speakers as well as from the machines themselves.

Your eyes sparkled as you beheld them, and you let go of Freddy’s hand to clasp your own together. “I haven’t been in a proper arcade since my seventh birthday!”

“Do you see any that you recognize?” He followed you around, his eyes glowing as bright as a flashlight.

“Not yet,” you frowned as you looked and darted around the machines. “Oh, they have Cap-Man! I loved that game as a kid!”

You excitedly approached the machine, digging your wallet out of your bag. Freddy watched as you fished for some quarters.

“This thing does take money, right?”

“I believe so.” He looked around. “Most of them take an arcade pass to play, but older models such as this only take real money.”

You looked up as you noticed him studying you. “Would you like to play?”

“If you don’t mind.”

“Of course not!” You shook your head and put in a few quarters. “As long as you don’t mind playing as Cap-Ma’am.”

Freddy shook his head, and took his place next to you at the arcade machine.

The game was fairly short-lived. You had to take a little bit to adjust to the controls again, but it was like you’d never stopped playing. Freddy was okay at it, but you figured he hadn’t played very much.

After a few rounds, you laughed, fist-pumping. “I’m still worthy! The gaming deities haven’t abandoned me yet!”

“That was a good game, (y/n).” He seemed proud as he patted your head. “What other games do you like?”

“Well, I dunno.” You shrugged. “The games I play now can’t be found in an arcade cabinet. Well, unless you count Mario Kart. I don’t even think this place has Mario Kart.”

“It’s worth a look, isn’t it?” He asked.

“I suppose.” You shot him a mischievous grin. “At the very least, I’ll get to blow my money on more games on the way!”

To your lack of luck, you didn’t end up finding Mario Kart. You did, however, find a generic racing game - and that was honestly enough for you.

Freddy was a good sport about it, indulging you in your excitement and letting you stop and play whatever caught your eye.

About half an hour later, you sat with him at a booth, satisfied (and out of quarters). He let you lean on him, his warmth soothing you.

“That was fun,” you commented. “I haven’t done that in a while.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” His pleasant voice made you close your eyes. “Oh, are you getting sleepy?”

“No, just very relaxed.” You huffed a laugh and rested your hand on his chest. “Believe it or not, this is the least stressed I’ve been in a long time.”

The soft lights and the music were so reminiscent of your childhood, that it was easy to get carried away. Especially in the dark, where it was so incredibly easy to get away with so much…

Suddenly, your eyes opened. An idea was brewing. “Didn’t we pass by some photo booths on our way here?”

“I recall so, yes.” He tilted his head at you in question. “Do you wish to take more photos?”

“Only if you’ll be able to fit in there!” You joked, sitting back up.

“It will be a tight squeeze, but I can fit,” he surmised with a smile. “Let’s go, then.”

You led him by the hand back into the arcade, where you found one not far from the exit.

You pulled the curtain back and Freddy carefully started to shimmy into the booth, bending so that his head wouldn’t strike the ceiling.

As soon as he was settled in, you climbed in after him, settling in his lap. His legs closed around you, and once you let the curtain go, you were both left sitting there.

“Alright. Does it take cash, or…?” You asked, wiggling to get comfortable.

“Oh.” Freddy sounded disappointed. “I’ve forgotten. The photo booths do take an arcade pass to operate.”

“That sucks.” You slumped, yet your smile grew. “Well, we don’t have to move - I kind of like the confined space.”

“Okay.”

You leaned back against his chest, closing your eyes as his hands rested on his thighs. They were about as big as your whole face, and those nails looked sharp - though fortunately from your romps with Monty and Roxy, you knew they weren’t actually dangerous.

The only light came from his eyes, which illuminated the dark screen of the photo booth. It was pleasantly quiet, save for the arcade music still playing outside.

“.. Hey, Freddy?”

“What is it?”

“Have you ever… had a crush before?”

You could see him blink in the reflection of the monitor. “Not that I have known.”

“Really?” That was surprising. “Not even on someone like Chica?”

He chuckled, patting your head. “Chica is one of my very best friends.”

“Man, that’s awkward…” you muttered, leaning into his touch.

“I assume that you have?” He kindly asked.

“Once or twice,” you shrugged vaguely. “They never lasted long.”

“From what I have seen of the people who come here, they seldom do.”

You shifted again, and Freddy’s hand rested on your shoulder.

“Are you well?” He asked, concern bleeding into his tone. “Your internal temperature has gone up since we entered the booth.”

“Ah, yeah, fine,” you answered distractedly. “Just thinking.”

“About?”

“You.”

“What about me?” He sounded so inquisitive, you couldn’t help but smile.

“Everything.”

Freddy remained quiet for a little while, allowing you to relax with your thoughts. You were having so much fun, it was hard to think about the fact that it was going to end in a few hours. You didn’t even want to check your phone for the time, lest it dampen your spirits more.

Shifting once more, you settled in against his chestplate.

“Are you alright? You keep wiggling.” He shifted his legs apart further. “Are you nervous in contained areas?”

I want you in my contained area, your down-atrocious brain supplied. You pushed it down and instead replied, “I’m fine, just a little sore.”

“Sore?” That seemed to alert him, and he gently grabbed your waist and turned you around, scanning you with his eyes. “I don’t sense any injuries..”

“That’s because I’m not hurt, Freddy.” You giggled, booping his nose. To your utter delight, it still honked.

He went cross-eyed before looking at you. “Are you sure?”

“Your sensors aren’t lying.” You settled onto your knees and grasped his shoulders.

“If you’re sure you’re alright,” he relented, cupping your cheek with one clawed hand. It easily wrapped around you, from your cheekbone to the back of your head. His thumb was pressed gingerly to your soft flesh, and you closed your eyes.

“Do you want to help me be less sore?” Your voice was soft, inviting.

Freddy blinked before nodding. “Of course. I am programmed to help. What can I do?”

Making sure you looked him in the eyes, you reached down to unbutton your jeans.

“What are you doing?” He questioned.

“Showing you the place that’s sore,” you answered, unzipping them.

“Down there?” He balked. “But that’s…”

Then he seemed to realize. “You… and Roxanne…”

“I’m surprised you figured me out that quick!” You giggled, pulling them down enough for him to get a good eyeful of your panties.

His eyes went half-lidded, and he shook his head. “This is inappropriate behavior for such a public place.”

“Not so public right now, is it?” You smiled at him, raising an eyebrow. “We’re all alone, in a photo booth… in the middle of the night…”

“One of the others could catch us,” he reminded you, though he wasn’t making much of a move to stop you.

“Why would they come all the way down here?” You kicked off your jeans and shoes, leaving you in your sweater, panties, and socks.

“It could be close to six,” he halfheartedly argued.

“The last time I looked at the clock, it was three AM.” You shook your head with a wag of your finger. “Try again.”

“The STAFF bots would have to clean up after us.”

“Let them.” You leaned in to peck his cheek. It was softer than you thought it would be, almost velvety. Did he have fur after all? “Right now, it’s just us.”

“The others would never let me hear the end of this.” His paw came to rest on the small of your back, and you shivered.

“Is that a no?”

“I never said as such.”

You rolled your eyes, smiling at him as you hooked a thumb under the waistband of your panties. “Then I don’t suppose you would mind me doing this…?”

You pulled down your undergarments, and immediately your cheeks flushed under his intense stare. Your core was alight with the licking flames of desire as his bright blue eyes flickered up and down your body, pausing on your blushing lips and moistening thighs.

“I have… never seen anything like this before,” his voice went even deeper, if possible, and you swallowed, feeling his fingers trail down to your hip.

“Do you like it?” Breathless, wanting.

“Yes.”

Your back arched as his thumb began to rub tight circles on your supple flesh, growing nearer and nearer to your eager lips, biting your lip as he leveled you with a look of uncharacteristic desire.

Did they program the robots to feel horny, or is this some kind of bug? You didn’t know, nor did you care.

“Freddy,” you whispered with a soft gasp as his thumbpad pressed against your clit, making your hips jump.

“Tell me if I do anything wrong,” he asked, eyes jumping to yours for the briefest of moments before going back down to your legs.

“Aaah, yes…” your words came out in the softest of hisses as his finger sank in.

“You are very wet…” his voice was husky as you leaned into him, resting your chin against his cheek. “Yet you’re so warm and inviting…”

“I’ve been wanting this,” you shyly admitted, spreading your legs open wider as his first finger crept in next.

“Have you, now…” he chuckled, shaking his head. “What about Roxanne?”

“Her, too.”

“You are so naughty,” his voice was so unbearably teasing as his first finger began rubbing small circles on your clit and drawing gasping whimpers from your throat. “I haven’t been your first?”

“Oh, no,” you shot him a devilish grin. “I had to prepare myself for you, of course. What fun would I have in going right for the star?”

Freddy’s ears twitched, and if he could raise his eyebrows, you have no doubt he would have.

“Besides, I’m not a virgin.” You winked. “Not anymore.”

“Am I not the first to claim you?”

“Well, no, not in that way.” You shrugged, appearing coy. “Monty got that honor.”

“Ah, is that so?” Instead of jealousy, like you expected, he sounded surprised. “Was it enjoyable?”

“Best dick I’ve had to date,” you shamelessly bragged. “Unless you can outdo him, of course.”

“I am not one to engage in rivalries, but I would gladly indulge in this one,” he answered, his gaze narrowing. A mischievous smile spread across his muzzle and you felt his thumb curl inside you. “No hard feelings, of course.”

You mewled, arching your back and rolling your hips. How was he so good at this?! “So you’ve-- ahn-- never done this before?”

“You are my first.” HIs voice changed to something softer. “Am I doing well?”

“You’re doing so well, don’t worry.” You cupped his cheek and smiled.

“That’s good. I would hate to disappoint you.” He returned your look with a bashful one, one that made your heart do a backflip.

He’s so damn adorable. Dammit, my heart is melting.

“Hey,” you remembered, “do you have a… y’know… under that plate?”

“I do not know. I have never checked.”

The two of you looked down, and as Freddy opened his pelvic plate, sure enough, from the dark cavity rose a creamsicle-colored phallus. Light-orange around the outside and cream on the inside, it looked as inviting as it seemed.

You stared fervently at it. It was definitely about as big as Monty’s, though it wasn’t tapered at the tip, and it was just a little wider.

“Huh,” you intelligently observed. “I guess you do have one.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“That’s an awesome thing.” You nodded, reaching out to touch it.

The second your fingertip made contact with the shaft, Freddy shivered, and the penis twitched. Something translucent was already leaking from the head, and you licked your lips as artificial orange hit your nose.

“Oh my,” he whispered, only loud enough for you to catch.

Your heart was pounding, desire twisting your gut as you grasped it this time, descending your hand in a lazy stroke down the shaft. The answering jolt of Freddy’s hips only made you smile.

“Do you want this?” Your voice was scant louder than his. “Do you want me to take care of it for you?”

“Please,” he breathed.

You could do nothing but oblige.

Sinking down, you slipped off of the seat and grasped the shaft tighter in your hand. Making sure he was watching, you pressed your lips to the tip, coating them in the thick, sweet liquid.

His eyes watched you feverishly as you slipped the tip into your mouth, your tongue circling around the best you could. He moaned, his fingers tangling into your hair, and you began to bob your head.

Stroking the base, you began to take him deeper into your mouth - until he hit the back. You gagged slightly, easing an inch or two out - and answered his concerned voice with a thumbs-up. You were fine, you could handle this.

Slowly, you began to suck. It was a better texture than you thought it would be, presumably about the same material of Roxy and Chica’s tubes. It was soft in your mouth, bending slightly as you pressed into the underside with your tongue. You scraped your teeth across the top - and he groaned in response, the deep sound vibrating through your mouth.

“Such a good job,” he praised lowly, petting your head. “Oh, (y/n)...”

The part of you that dealt with daddy issues was absolutely crying at this. His praise lit up parts of you that you hadn’t thought existed, sending butterflies fluttering in your stomach and making your heart feel light.

As you bobbed your head up and down, his own reclined, resting against the wall, yet he never took his eyes off of you. You met his gaze and your cheeks flushed a pretty red at the softness you found there, a special intimacy that made you feel all kinds of bashful and exposed in the best of ways.

Dare you be cliché, it felt as if it was your first time with a lover, instead of something programmed to entertain.

When you swallowed around him, it seemed to do something to kick him into overdrive, his voice box stuttering as his whole body seemed to shake.

“Please do that again,” he pleaded.

Smiling around his dick, you did so again - and were surprised when his hand gripped your hair tighter, his hips jutting into your face just as a shot of orange-tasting cum went down your throat.

You choked for a moment, yet you didn’t pull back - not yet, and you were able to drink as he came into your mouth.

Freddy caressed your scalp when you finally let go of him with a audibly wet pop, your lips swollen and dripping with cum. You panted, looking up into his face through your eyelashes as you slowly licked it off of your bottom lip.

“Was that good?” Your voice was still husky, your throat just a little sore.

“You were amazing, Superstar,” he encouraged, and it was enough to make your pussy throb. Damn you needed therapy if this was getting you off.

You reached for where your panties were dangling from your ankles and dropped them to the floor before shifting your legs, resting your knee on the other side of his hip and grasping his dick.

As you lowered yourself onto him, a deep, reverberating moan left him - and you bit your lip as it sent shockwaves through the pit of your gut, straight to your core. The head sank inside of you, and Freddy’s eyes went half-lidded - staring right into yours.

“You’re so big,” you keened.

“Your internal temperature has increased dramatically,” he replied, brushing a thumb across your brow. “Is that because of me?”

“Ooh, yes,” you moaned, as his other hand grasped your hip and pushed you down further. “Freddy…”

The bot let out a deep, satisfied sigh in response as your pussy took him deeper and deeper. From the angle you had, his shaft ground against your special spot, the tip pushing further than you thought possible.

The breath left your chest as you were finally seated in his lap, his dick stretching you wide open. Though he wasn’t at the end of your cavern, he was close - you could feel him just centimeters from your cervix, and the thrill of it made you shiver deliciously.

“Are you ready?” His fingers traced your hipbones, waiting.

“My body is ready for Freddy,” you jested with a light laugh.

Without much more of a wait, he brought you up, up, up - and then dropped you down again. Your laughter cut off into a choked moan, and you found your arms wrapping around his shoulders.

“Oh, o-oh,” you gasped.

“Ride me,” he ordered softly.

Biting your lip, you began to bounce up and down in his lap, your knees clenching together around his thighs. His dick was hitting spots you didn’t know you had, and it was exhilarating.

He was groaning quietly, murmuring soft praises to you under his breath - into your ear from where your chin rested on his shoulder, his hands massaging your hips.

“You’re so good, such a good girl,” he encouraged, his dulcet tones making your head light. “You’re so beautiful.”

“Daddy,” you keened without realizing.

You paused the moment it left your mouth, and so did Freddy. His shallow thrusts paused and you could feel the confusion in his voice as he echoed, “Daddy?”

“Sorry,” you murmured, embarrassed.

“I’m not offended, just… surprised,” he replied. “I did not think I enjoyed being called that.”

Your heart fluttered, and you pulled back to smile at him. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” he answered with an encouraging squeeze.

Your voice warbled louder as he sank you back onto him, and you gripped his shoulders tightly. “Ah, D- Daddy!”

“Good girl,” he cooed, his thumb finding your clit.

You writhed under his touch, delicious sparks going up your body intensified by the slightest vibration.

“Is this what you wanted to hear?” He questioned, emphasizing his words with a firm roll of your clit under his thumb. “Did you want to hear someone call you good? To praise you? To make you feel wanted?”

This was hitting dangerously close to home, but not close enough for you to lose your ladyboner. “Fuck yes, keep going,” you begged.

“What a mouth you have.” He tutted. “I don’t have to remind you again to watch your language, now do I?”

“No, Daddy,” you shook your head rapidly. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

“That’s my star.” His smile seemed a touch less wholesome, more sultry, as he ran his claws down your back. “Moan for me.”

You pressed your chest to his, another cry escaping your lips as he hit your g-spot head-on. “Freddy!”

“That’s not what you wanted to call me, is it?” A teasing tone to his voice and his finger withdrew from your clit.

“Fuh-- Daddy!” You would be ashamed your voice was that loud if the arcade hadn’t been empty of people and there hadn’t been music to drown you out. “Please, please make me cum, please…”

“Do you deserve to cum?”

“Yes please, I’ve been so good,” you begged, trying to grind your hips down. “Please Daddy!”

“Alright, little superstar. Let’s see you come undone.”

Without warning, he gripped your hip tight and forced you down, ripping a cry from you as he completely filled you up over and over again. His finger on your clit didn’t cease, rolling it about and sending sparks of pure electric pleasure through you. Your body jolted and twitched, your head falling back, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I’m coming,” you shakily exclaimed. “Fuck, coming--!”

Your pussy clamped down like a vice on his dick, squeezing the life out of it as you spasmed with your release.

Freddy held you there, his hand caressing your hip with an almost loving touch, his deep blue eyes scouring each inch of your sweaty body as you glistened under the light.

When at last you stopped, your body falling limply into his arms, he began to pump into you again, relishing the weak moans escaping your lips.

“You were such a good girl for me,” he praised, his hand coming up to pet your head. “You’re so beautiful, (y/n).”

You couldn’t even muster up a response, closing your eyes and falling back into the sensations of his cock stirring up your arousal, despite your body warning you that it was still too soon.

He grunted, gripping you tight in a hug as he finally stilled, his dick sheathed within, and released.

The feeling of his claws gently scraping against your scalp and the soft reverberation of his voice lulled you into a state of unconsciousness, barely feeling the ticklish trickle of his fluid down your legs.

As you finally felt yourself nod off, one hazy thought entered your brain: Holy fuck... am I a furry?

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