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littleskeletonprincessss · 8 months

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step bro jschlatt?

YES OMG my first request! Thank you so much, anon!18+ (Or what ever your legal adult age is below the cut!)Disclaimer: I am a pathetic virgin so this probs won't be good. (I'm figuring you'd wanted smut...) so sorry if i mistook that.

When your mom first introduced you to Jeremy and his son, you were polite, of course. This guy made your mom happy, and you weren't going to do anything to ruin that, God knows your dad made her upset enough before he did you all a favor and left. That's not to say that it was easy, considering how obnoxious Schlatt was.

Schlatt made it painfully obvious he wanted to be anywhere but at that dinner. The entire time, he was fixated on his phone, not paying attention to anything being said, or the glares his dad kept shooting him, and undressing every waitress that passed by with his eyes. What a dick. He was even so full of himself to not go by his first name.

A few months down the road after Jeremy proposed, you and Schlatt were forced to spend more time with each other, being the maid of honor and best man. Venue tours, tastings, wedding details to be discussed in your new family chat, Schlatt of course only chiming in when he was forced.

Walking down the aisle next to Schlatt was the closest you two had ever been, stiffly linking your arm with his, cheesy picture day smiles stapled to your lips, pretending like you didn't hate each other.

As the years went on, you relationship with Schlatt changed. You still didn't like each other, but he talked more at family dinners and didn't seem like he wanted to off himself anytime you had to go somewhere together.

The downside of Schlatt getting more comfortable in the new family dynamic was now you argued like brother and sister.

You were watching a movie by yourself one day, lounging on the couch in the living room when Schlatt walked in, stood in your way for a minute, and then when you asked him to move, proceeded to halfway sit on you.

"Schlatt get off of me!"

"I'm not on you."

"Yes you are asshole, now get off." You told him, shoving and kicking him off you.

"Kids, please you're 16 and 17 years old. You don't need to argue like this all the time anymore." Jeremy shouted from the kitchen.

"But Dad he started it!" you cried. Schlatt just scoffed.

"I did not, the little princess is taking up the entire couch."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Y/N, Jonathan, so help me I hear one more word from either of you you're both grounded." your mom cut in.

Glaring at Schlatt you sat up so your feet weren't taking up so much space as Schlatt moved to the other end of the couch.

"You guys will have the house to yourselves tomorrow, your mom and I are going out of town to visit a friend, and we won't be back until Saturday night." Jeremy informed.

"Fine."

"Alright."

Answering disinterestedly, you and Schlatt kept watching the movie.

After school the next day, you waited for Schlatt at his truck. It'd been a long day, and you were getting a headache; you just wanted to go home and sleep.

"Alright Ted, I'll see you later. Yeah, 7:00 sounds great, see you then." You heard Schlatt speak into his phone, finally walking up.

"You going out tonight?" You asked, hopeful that you'd have the house to yourself for a nice, quiet night.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you? No, Ted and Charlie are coming over." Schlatt answered, dropping into the drivers seat next to you and starting the car.

"Do they have to come over tonight? I was kind of just wanting a quiet night, go to bed early." You knew how loud and annoying Schlatt could get with his friends.

"It's not my fault you're fucking lame, princess. The world doesn't revolve around you." He answers, looking over his shoulder to back out, hand on the back of your head rest.

"Fine, Schlatt." You rested your head on the window, not in any mood to argue.

After getting home you dumped your bag on the kitchen table before heading to the medicine cabinet searching for ibuprofen.

Popping a few you headed upstairs to your room.

"I'm heading to bed early. Please try to be quiet with the guys tonight." you practically begged.

"You feeling okay?" Schlatt asked, seeing you take the medicine.

"I'm fine, just a headache. Goodnight."

You passed out pretty quickly, waking up a few hours later, your stomach growling.

Hearing the strangely quiet house you walked downstairs to find something to eat, seeing Schlatt sitting on the couch by himself, scrolling through his phone with some show playing in the background.

Noticing the time, you figured that his friends would be here by now.

"Where are Ted and Charlie?" you asked, voice rough from sleep, startling Schlatt.

"I told them I changed my mind." Schlatt said plainly. You wondered if it had anything to do with your headache.

"Too bad." you said, rubbing your eyes.

"I ordered a pizza, there's some left if you're hungry." Schlatt called, looking over his shoulder at you.

"Oh. Thank you." you whispered, seeing the pizza box sitting on the counter.

Walking over and opening the cardboard lid you saw your favorite toppings. Schlatt was always sure to make fun of your tastes in pizza whenever you had it as a family, so you were surprised. Nevertheless, you took a slice, quickly eating it before you took another piece and walked into the family room, sitting by Schlatt on the couch.

"What are you watching?"

"Hm? Oh. I'm not sure, haven't really been paying attention.

"Mmm."

You sat in a strange silence. Not the usual comfortable 'We're-not-firends-but-we're-forced-to-be-around-each-other-so-we'll-deal-with-it' kind. This was...awkward.

"So-- how are you feeling, princess?"

Schlatt must have noticed it too.

"Oh, um. Better. Thanks."

"Good."

Back to silence.

"Schlatt?"

"Hmm?"

"What made you change your mind about tonight?"

Your step-brother was quiet for a moment.

"I figured you'd wanted you sleep. You seemed quiet on the ride home and then you took the medicine-- I just thought it'd be best if it was just us tonight."

"Thank you, Schlatt. That was --sweet --of you."

This was different. This was the nicest you had ever been to each other.

"You're welcome, (y/n)."

Another heavy silence.

"This is weird right?" You asked.

"Oh, so fucking. I'm glad you caught that too."

Smiling you reach over and steal the remote off the couch arm next to him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing with that?" Schlatt moved to take it back.

"I wanna watch a movie and you're not even paying attention to the TV right now."

"Was too."

"Was not."

"Brat."

"Asshole."

Schlatt smiled towards to you. This was normal. This was how it was supposed to be.

"Fine, just don't put anything stupid on."

"I would never do such a thing. Alexa play Twilight Breaking Dawn." you say, looking straight into his eyes and trying not to laugh.

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"Shut the fuck up it was all fake?"

"A vision of the future, yes."

"Unbelievable. This series actually puts in a good scene and that's what they do with it? Take it all back?"

You and Schlatt had been making fun of the movie the entire time, it was the most fun you'd ever had with him. You actually had close to the same humor and were getting along pretty well.

Calming down from you laughing fit you let out a big sigh as you lean your head back.

"Why don't you think we've ever gotten along?" You ask, turning to face him.

"What do you mean?" He asks, leaning back into the couch.

"You've always seemed like you hated me or something. Like I was this big inconvenience that came into your life."

"I never hated you, princess. I don't know, I think it might have just been hard, you know? Mom had been gone for what seemed like 10 minutes and all of a sudden Dad is dating this woman and I have a new step-sister. It kinda seemed like he'd forgotten her and our family."

"I've never thought about that."

You knew that Schlatt's mom hadn't been gone long before Jeremy was out on the dating scene again, only a few months really, but you didn't think about the fact that Schlatt actually loved his mom, had a good relationship with her. It wasn't like you, who hadn't cared about your other biological parent.

"I'm sorry, Schlatt." You said, putting your hand on his shoulder and squeezing.

"I'm sorry I made you feel that way all this time, Princess."

Schlatt looks over at you, and you can tell he's the most sincere you've ever heard him speak. And in that moment, you realized how bright his eyes were when he was happy, more of an amber instead of the chocolate brown you'd originally thought. His slight smile, the scar on his strong chin you'd learned he'd gotten from playing baseball when he was little. So many little things you were too busy hating him to notice before. And then, you noticed how close you were sitting, bodies turned towards each other, his arm across the back of the couch behind you. You didn't have time to register any of it before you noticed his lips on yours.

The kiss was warm, gave you chills, firm, soft, hungry, caring, everything it could be all at once. And wrong. But god, it felt so right. Your eyes fluttered shut --

And then it ended. Schlatt pulled away, and scooted as far back from you as he possibly could.

"(y/n) I am so sorry. I kind of just got caught up in the moment, and you were sitting there and you had that sweet look on your face that you always have, and your hair looked so good, and your lips looked so soft and -- God i'm so stupid. I'm so so sorry--"

"Schlatt--"

"I know, it shouldn't have happened. It just felt right in the moment and I--"

"Would you shut the hell up? I'm not mad."

"You're not?"

"Listen, yeah the situation isn't exactly ideal. But it's not like you're actually my brother."

Schlatt scooted the tiniest bit closer to you. You could see the little hamster wheel in his head spinning, calculating every little move he did.

You decided to test the waters and scooted closer to him.

His hand inches closer until it's resting on your thigh, but once it is he can't keep them off you. You're pulled into him, one hand in your hair, the other pulling your leg over his before sliding it up your back. His lips are fighting hard for dominance over yours, and just for good measure his tongue decided to come out to play too.

"Schlatt-" you whisper a moan. Pulling away to catch your breath, your head leans back and Schlatt moved to suck on your neck. Catching his lips in a kiss you mumble out a soft admonition.

"No hickeys."

"Wanna mark you up baby." Schlatt growls out.

"But what would mom and dad say?" You weren't necessarily the most popular with guys at school and you'd never brought a guy over.

Groaning Schlatt moves away from your neck.

"I know you're right, but, fuck Princess." He looks all over your flushed face, before racing his eyes over the rest of your body, his once shining amber eyes dark, pupils blown wide with lust.

Smiling you press your lips against his again, craving something you'd gone so long without.

You can feel Schlatt smile as his hands trail down your back before sneaking past your shirt, tickling the small of your back.

It wasn't enough for you. Reaching down you pull your shirt over your head and hear a repressed moan from the man sitting beneath you.

"You're perfect." Schlatt breathes before leaning in and kissing your bare chest, thanks to your decision to forego a bra during your nap.

Tangling your fingers in his thick chocolate curls you tug, trying to assert the slightest bit of dominance.

Schlatts fingers dug hard into your hips, holding you tight to his lap, making sure you could feel what you were doing to him between your thighs.

Rocking slightly seeking for any kind of friction, you're almost immediately pushed on your back, lying with Schlatt hovering over you. His body was so warm...so hard against yours....

"Gotta be careful, Princess," Schlatt pulled you from your thoughts. Leaning down to brush his lips against yours, he mumbles a quiet "or I won't be able to stop myself from fucking you right here."

This was it, there was no coming back from what had been said. Both of you knew that, and something told you neither of you cared in the slightest.

"Then don't." You leaned up, pressing your lips fully against his, trying to show him how much you needed him.

Schlatt returned the kiss with the same if not more enthusiasm, before lifting himself slightly to take his shirt off. He didn't outwardly show it, but Schlatt was built like a mountain, strong and broad, and no one had ever looked so good to you.

Leaning back down to kiss you, you place your hands on his mutton chops, slightly scratching his cheeks with your nails as his hands travel from your neck down your chest, stopping to slightly tease your hardening nipples, drawing a whine from you.

"Aww, does my baby like that?" Schlatt moves to your neck again leaving hot open mouthed kisses.

"Mmhmm," you babble, your pleasure making your brain foggy. You can feel Schlatt chuckle against your throat.

Giving one of your nipples another quick flick, Schlatts longer fingers tickle down your stomach, stopping to run along the waist band of your leggings, which you'd decided were too hot to wear any longer

"Please take them off, Schlatt."

"Please what, Princess?"

"P-Please, Daddy."

"Good Girl" Schlatt purred into your ear before sitting up to slide your leggings down your legs.

Schlatt watched with wide eyes, taking in every inch of revealed skin.

"God, baby. These legs are going to be the death of me."

"Oh. Shame, I thought maybe it'd be drowning between them." You whispered.

And then immediately cringed.

Schlatt barked out a laugh. "That was the lamest thing you've ever said, and you've said a lot."

"Fuck you."

"Oh, no, Princess. I think you've got that confused." Schlatt leaned back in once your leggings were off and captured you lips with his, letting his tongue explore every inch of your mouth.

God was he a good kisser. You were already nearly out of breath and moaning into his mouth. Your fingernails were digging into his back, holding on for dear life, too out of it to even think that you might be hurting him.

But as good as this was, you knew you needed more. Needed him, all of him on top of you, inside you, under you. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you tried your best to push his sweatpants down.

Schlatt took your hint and pushed his sweats and boxers down, letting his dick spring out, harder than anything you'd ever seen and perfectly curved.

His kisses became desparate before moving to your neck, sucking hickeys before you could stop him as he ripped your damp thong off.

Breaking the kiss you look down in surprise. "Schlatt!"

"Shut up i'll buy you a new one I promise." He barely spit out before kissing you again.

Letting his tip kiss against you your back arched from the stimulation you'd been craving.

"Good baby girl. You like that, huh? Like feeling Daddy's cock? God it's barely touching you, you little slut."

All you could do was nod, who the fuck knows what he was saying to you.

Kneeling, Schlatt looked down, watching him push further into you.

"Schlatt-"

"Shh. It's okay honey. I know, I know it feels so good, doesn't it? Now open that gorgeous little mouth for me."

Letting you mouth fall open Schlatt pushed in two of his fingers, making you gag.

"Oh, are they too much for you, sweetie? Are my fingers too thick for you? Jesus Christ how are you ever going to take my cock? Come on, baby, you need your practice. Suck on your Daddy's fingers."

Taking a deep breath you shut your eyes, doing your best to focus on sucking on his fingers, pressing your tongue against them.

"That's it, angel."

Once he had you preoccupied he trailed his other hand across your thigh. "I'm going to push all the way in now, Angeltits. It's going to hurt, but I'll go fast I promise."

Nodding against his fingers, Schlatt pulls them from your mouth, now covered in your saliva and placing both of his hands against your hips before pushing the rest of his length in.

Throwing your head back you gasped, hot tears falling from your eyes and a sharp stinging taking over.

Schlatt immediately leaned down, hands coming up to hold yours against the bed on either side of your head, kissing your tear streaked cheeks before whispering reassurances against your lips

"Shh. I know baby, I know. Just hold on, it's going to feel so much better, I promise. I'm gonna take care of you honey. That's my girl. So good for me, aren't you Princess? Just hold on to me baby."

"It's so much, Daddy."

"I know. Don't worry that's all you'll have to take until your ready, yeah? M'right here my love."

Hearing the sweet words fall from his lips another round of tears form in your eyes for an entirely different reason. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pull him close to you, chests pressed against chests, wanting him as close as possible to you.

After a while and the paid had faded you started to feel how full you were and how nice it felt. It was like a piece you never realized was missing was put back in place and you were whole.

Kissing Schlatt's cheek you nod, silently asking him to keep going.

"Yeah?"

"Mm. Slowly?"

"Of course, baby. Anything you want."

Schlatt slowly starts to move back and forth, inch by inch, letting you get used to the feeling. He knew this was your first time, and he was going to make sure that it was the greatest experience for you.

And what an experience you were having. You didn't even know something could make you feel as good as you felt right now. Even when you would try to take care of yourself, it was nothing compared to this. The feeling was making you arch your back, crane your neck, grip the cushion beneath you, doing anything you could to just--let out this feeling.

"Shit-" You let out.

"Feeling okay, sweet cheeks?" Schlatt smirked out.

A moan chased away whatever you were about to say as he hit a spot inside you. A spot that had your toes curling.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Once Schlatt reached a steady pace of moving in and out of you, his hand moved between your legs, gently brushing against you.

"So wet, baby."

He continued his ministrations and hip movements, going faster and faster and each thrust he seemed to press his hips harder against you, like he was trying to break through a brick wall that would let his dick claim more of you.

You had no clue how much time had passed, but it was enough that you were both covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and you could feel it running down your forehead and down your neck. Your hair was curling around the edges, and you felt sticky. Looking up at Schlatt took your breath away, no longer seeing your step brother but an Adonis above you, his thick hair damp and pressed against his forehead, his eyes closed in pleasure and mouth hung open as if in silent prayer.

You began to feel a burning between your legs, that delicious pressure building and buliding in your tummy.

"Sch-Schlatt."

Schlatt could only nod quickly, falling to stick his face in your neck, breathing in your scent and panting hard against you.

"Come on, baby. Let go. I"m right here, right there with you."

A few more thrusts had you seeing a bright lights and your ears ringing as you sank your teeth into Schlatt's shoulder. You could feel Schlatt groan and felt his warm cum spill inside of you in thick spurts.

Lounging in the afterglow, both of you panting, Schlatt leaned his neck up to place a long, slow kiss against your lips.

"You did so good for me, Princess. I'm so proud."

Giving Schlatt a sweet smile you kissed him again, your eyes growing heavy with exhaustion.

Slowly sliding out of you to avoid any more stimulation, Schlatt leaned down to pull up his boxers, kicking off his sweats and heading to the guest bathroom and bringing back a warm damp washcloth.

"Here we go, baby. Come on, lets get you cleaned up."

Gently wiping your thighs clean, Schlatt took care of you, making as much of the sticky feeling as he could go away.

Putting the washcloth on the coffee table, he helped you pull on his sweats and letting his shirt fall over your head, picking you up and letting you wrap around him like a koala before heading to the stairs to his room.

Looking over his shoulder you see the mess the two of you had made, washcloth on the coffee table, your clothes strewn about, cushions all over the place and the large wet spot where you'd been laying.

"The couch-" you mumbled tiredly.

Schlatt turned to see what you were talking about before giving you a sweet smile and kissing your temple.

"It's okay sweetheart. We can clean up tomorrow before our parents get home. But right now we have to go to bed, okay?"

Nuzzling into his neck you place soft kisses in agreement and let your eyes fall shut.

You were already half asleep when Schlatt lied you down and pulled the blanket over both of you before pulling you in to his chest and letting you turn to rest your head on his chest, letting his quick heartbeat and fingers softly grazing down your arm lull you to sleep.

"Love you, Princess." You heard him whisper before you fell asleep, thinking about your step brother.

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AAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAH OKAY I FINISHED! i'M SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG AND IT WAS PROBABLY SO RUSHED AND FAST BUT AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA.

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fishsticksloser · 3 months

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Digital Hearts

Shelldon x reader's ai

Warnings: fluff, robots, technically not their kids but also their kids, slight angst, request at the end

A/N: robot playdate. Robot Playdate. ROBOT PLAYDATE! I wish we got more Shelldon... What if... What if...

Donnie couldn't believe it when Shelldon talked about another ai like him. Who would even be able to do that? Kendra? The one who turned his dear son against him?

No.

Kendra wouldn't think about getting that close again.

Jace? Jeremy? No, they followed Kendra.

From the way Shelldon was talking, itsounded like Donnie had never met the person who created the ai. Donnie was so focused on who the mystery inventor was that he couldn't even be mad at Shelldon for going out alone.

"And she like flew around like so elegant like." Shelldon hums, his LED eyes turning to slits showing he was 'closing' them. Donnie's eyes snap over to Shelldon, realizing something. Shelldon liked this ai.

"Well... Why don't you show me where you met this other ai. Maybe we can see her again." Donnie suggested, feeling this was the best way to find our the mystery inventor.

"Oh, Dee, you're the best!" Shelldon laughs and immediately zooms off. Donnie follows to come to a park, pulling his hoodie up to not draw attention to himself.

He keeps an eye on his drone, seeing no other drones in sight. There were kids with their parents, couples on blankets having picnics, but no drones. Shelldon didn't seem detured in the slightest, continuing through the park.

"Shelldon..." Donnie began when a purple blur flies right by his face, followed by Shelldon. Donnie turned and watched Shelldon chase after this other drone, hearing them both laugh.

"Isn't she amazing?" Shelldon stops in front of Donnie, his green eyes shining bright. The other drone stops next to Shelldon, her own eyes lite up as well.

"I'm Wisteria." The other drone introduces herself, Donnie noticing some similarties between Wisteria and Shelldon's designs. "It's so nice to meet you!"

"Wisteria!" Donnie and Wisteria both turn at the sound of her name, seeing you running up. "Wisteria, you can't just run off like that, what if someone came after you?"

Donnie watches you scold your drone a little, amusement dancing in his eyes. "It never ends." Donnie tells you, motioning to Shelldon. "He runs off all the time."

"So you're Shelldon's person." You say, holding out your hand. Donnie shakes it, nodding. "I figured you'd be... Different..."

"How do you mean?" Donnie asks, cocking his head a little.

"Well... Shelldon is... Amazing, I mean his design, his personality..." You say, both drones fly off, chasing and playing together. "I figured you were some loser, not caring where he went."

"Oh, no. I've grounded him many times for his escapes." Donnie shakes his head, brow furrowing. "The personality he curated himself. That's kind of the point of ai, isn't it?"

"You've got a point." You shrug, turning to watch Shelldon and Wisteria. "What made you create him?"

"To clean the house." Donnie answers simply, making you turn and glare at him. "I'm being serious. That was his original purpose. Then my brother's reprogrammed him because he showed favoritism towards me..."

"Your brothers... Reprogrammed him? What do you live in a family of geniuses?" You look at Donnie in shock and intrigue.

"Sweet Galileo, thankfully not." Donnie laughs, shaking his head. Donnie crosses his arms, watching as both drones stop. "Perhaps they just listen to my ramblings more than I believed. Either way... I fixed him before he killed me and here we are." Donnie uncrossed his arms and called for Shelldon. "We should get back home. Before he dies, he's been too stubborn to charge."

"Wait, take my number. I think both of them would like to see each other again... We can... Schedule playdates." You tell Donnie, grabbing his arm before he leaves.

"Fair enough." Donnie nods, taking your phone and putting in his number. He types it in quickly, handing your phone back. "Text me, I guess."

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"Dee! Did you see Wisteria today? She said she got an upgrade." Shelldon chirps, sliding under Donnie's arm as he tries to work. "She's now a 15.2!"

"Yes, Shelldon." Donnie sighs, managing to get his arm away from Shelldon and continue working.

Shelldon continued to gush about Wisteria, getting in Donnie's nerves. Sure, it'd been at least 6 months since the drones met, but just recently Shelldon has been non-stop talking about Wisteria.

"I just... I don't know what to do about him. He's driving me crazy!" Donnie groans, flopping back onto Mikey's bed. Mikey laughed, pushing his glasses up. "It's always Wisteria this, Wisteria that..."

"Did it ever occur to you that maybe Shelldon's feelings for Wisteria have... Progressed?" Mikey asks, pushing his glasses up.

"Progressed?" Donnie turns to look at Mikey, his brows furrowed. "What do you mean 'progressed'?"

"What if Shelldon has developed more romantic feelings for Wisteria?" Mikey explains, crossing his legs. Mikey likes at his brother, seeing the confusion on Donnie's face. "Let's face it, Shelldon isn't a little drone anymore. He's so far beyond that. Who's to say that he doesn't have these feelings."

"He's a kid."

"Technically—"

"He's only version 16. He's too young."

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"Can we talk about Shelldon and Wisteria?" Donnie asked you one day when he went to pick up Shelldon. You smile letting him inside. "Has Wisteria said anything to you? Been acting different?"

"She's has been talking about Shelldon more." You muse, smiling a bit wider at Donnie. "It's cute."

"I don't think so..." Donnie shakes his head, frowning a little. "They're young and... They don't understand what they're feeling."

"They won't ever learn if we don't let them experience."

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im00nlight · 2 years

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A Pre Scoop Michael Afton thing I wrote in Feb 2022

TW: Mentions of miscarriages, death, suicide and drug abuse

The last shift before the night shift was easy and slow going, nothing unusual or out of the ordinary was happening. You leaned back in your chair, exhausted. You swore on your mama that this was your last week working in this filthy place. It all disgusted you, the food, the people and especially the animatronics. There was only one person who made your day better, someone you "worked overtime" for that man was none other than Michael Afton. The son of one of the previous owners of the pizzeria.

If Michael looked just like his dad then you might've had to test them out one after the other, to see their differences, you know. There's no way you'd fuck a child murderer... his son however was a different story.

You seen him around a lot when you were a kid, helping out his dad, bullying his now deceased brother and doting on his sister who was also dead. But it wasn't really until high school that you knew him. You were good friends. If friends fucked each other after smoking joints in his mom's house.

You walked over to the tired looking man, leaning back in his chair sitting on the desk. "Seems like tonight is gonna be a good night since the animatronics are in parts and service until Sunday." You lit

"Well hello to you too Y/N," he looked up to the ceiling, lost in his own train of thought.

"Hello Michael, are you ready for your shift?" You asked inspecting his posture. he always manspeaded with his head up to the ceiling, when he was some level between somewhat stressed and highly stressed, or when he was begging you to down more of his cock.

"I'm about as ready as I'll ever be, and you know that," he sighed.

"How'd you get stuck working in this dumpster fire again? Did Jeremy beg you to come back?" You grabbed a joint from an old cigarette box in your pocket and lit it.

"I have unfinished business here, if it weren't for that I wouldn't even think of setting foot into this place."

"Understandable," you tilted your head back breathing out the smoke creating a cloud above you.

He covered his face with his arm,sighing.

"Want me to relieve some of that stress for the low price of free 99?" The man just blankly store at you.

"On the job?"

"Yea? I honestly don't care if I get fired, I'm quitting at the end of the week anyways." You handed him the rest of the half smoken joint

"Wouldn't be a bad idea, but I'll have to refuse for now." The smoke fell from his mouth lazily.

"That's fine by me. Just don't die tonight Michael," you said grabbing your coat, stopping in the doorway, blowing him a kiss before you left.

He waved you off, staring at you as you walked away from him. Damn that new outfit you got made you look good, hugging all the right places of your plump body. If only you knew how badly he wished he could say yes to your offer.

Tonight was Michael's last night working at this specific establishment, before moving on to the next. He thought of it as a good thing the animatronics were all in parts and service, after all it made his life easier didn't it?

He checked the cameras, all of them were regular, nothing abnormal, no animatronics, no spirits to be worried about. All he had to do now was wait out the night and keep watch, just in case you know.

Michael leant back in his chair once more, thinking about life and everything that has brought him to this point, his father, sister and brother. About how he met the only person to ever really understand him despite not knowing the suicide mission Michael was on. How his daughter would be about 4 right now, but because of William Afton you ended up losing her.

If only his dad didn't kill those kids, Would you get to be a happy family? Would your daughter look like her mother. Michael had always imagined Evan and Elizabeth would've been a perfect aunt and uncle, that his daughter would be in her great grandmother's ballet school.

That was nothing but a facade that help him sleep at night. But even then it was more than enough to make him happy that he was doing this, to make sure William Afton was dead for good and that in some wild future you'd be married happily to a person of your choosing, that you wouldn't have to fear that your child might be the next victim.

Memories of you flashed in his mind, the day you asked him out, the way you weren't afraid of him wearing a dress to prom while you wore suit and top hat. The way your soft lips met his every morning for 3 years as a thank you gift for being alive.

Now Michael at age 25 regretted not holding onto your kind words and thoughts unphased by what the world said about him. They'd fallen in the exact way that you did.

The night you lost her was the night you changed, you were no longer looking at anything the way you used to, she only fueled the flaming hatred of a life without Serenity.

"Daddy?" Michael flinched at the simple word that came from behind him. To his suprise it was a little girl wearing a blue tutu, her little afro the exact same as yours.

"Daddy mommy is looking for you, she says she needs your help in the living room!" The girl hopped up and down pointing her finger towards the inside of the small 2 story house. Haphazardly Michael walked into the front door greeted by the gentle scent of Fresh Cinnamon and Vanilla, you sat at the top of the stairs rocking your feet back and forth.

You wore one of those flowy white dresses you always complained about not being able to afford. Your braids were adorned with a flower crown made of black roses and white Crysanthemums', you looked unreal, this was the first time Michael had seen you smiling in a long time.

Was this a dream? A hullucination set up by someone who worked under William's will? Nevertheless Michael refused to complain. you walked down the stairs, carefully making sure that you didn't step on your dress, "Michael are you ok?" you caressed his face, Micheal observed your expression that was riddled with worry.

"I'm perfectly fine Y/N, It's just Allergies." he lied through his teeth. In truth the last time he had seen you happy was the day you were planning on telling Michael's Mother, Clara the good news, only to find her house covered in blood. Clara had been killed in her own home, her eyes laid out on the coffee table as if they had been scooped out perfectly by whoever had done it. Michael didn't even know you had gone there, all he knows is that by the time the sunset he had heard nothing of you. Only to receive a call from the hospital 20 minutes away of the news you had given birth to a stillborn child, now suffering from postpartum depression and Clara as found dead at the scene.

The only thing you could do for months was cry, you either ate too much or you starved yourself for days and sleep. No matter how much you begged God to bring your baby and Clara back nothing happened. You were Angry, who wouldn't be? You took the anger out on yourself so much to the point where MIchael came home to you on the floor your nose bleeding out, turns out you had a low iorn level and you overdosed on pain meds.i

Michael couldn't do it, he couldn't take care of you and himself at the same time, no it might not have been what you wanted, but he had no other choice than to ask your mother to schedule your admissonion to an out of state Behavioral Facility. Michael hoped you wouldn't resent him, for what he considered to be "abandoning" you. As you cried for him to let you stay he gave you a kiss on the cheek, then forehead. He backed away as your mother began to drive off, your stuck teary eyed expression trapped in his mind.

"Stop lying Michael, you know you can trust me with anything,"

"You're too Damn pretty you know that. Even though I've known you for a long time I still can't get over that beautiful face of yours." Michael looked at you, his eyes registering and framing this moment, in his mind. You leaned into him, your lips threatening his.

"Papa!" a small high pitched voice shouted from the top of the stairs. it was a boy about 2 years old, he looked strikenly like Clara, a wavy haired boy who had a lilly in his hair with bronze skin. "Look at my pretty Lilly that mommy got for us!" the boy's eyes glimmered in admiration. Hopping into his arms.

"Clay, it's not nice to hop on people." You grabbed the little boy from Michael's arms. Running your fingers through his hair.

"Sorry Daddy," Clay pouted for barely a second seeing his sister at the top of the stairs. His eyes glimmered, "Nib Nib!"

"There you are Clay." The young girl walked down the stairs holding two ties in her hand. She handed three larger tie to you. Without sharing a word you both got to work on Clay and Michael. You tied their black ties in almost the exact same way. Michael couldn't help but notice you two had the same concentration face.

"Thank you Mama, thank you Nita." Clay said, looking down at his neatly put on tie.

"Thank you, My Moon and my little star" Michael caressed your cheek with the back of his palm stroking Juanita's lillly that lay on her kinky black hair. His actions almost felt like instinct, like it was completely natural. Was this where Michael was supposed to be? a honeycomb world filled with nothing but sweetness. If this were Heaven he could be satisifed for eternity.

Once the family was loaded in the car you began raving on and on about an encounter with Elizabeth and Evan last weekend, appearently the twins had taken Clay and Juanita to a mall and filled the preschoolers with candy until they returned home and bounced off of the walls until the sun had risen the next morning.

Evan and Elizabeth were alive. Michael never commited his heinous deed, William had never killed those kids, and Elizabeth never got scooped. this was All Michael had ever wanted, a normal happy life. So much if could make him cry, but he didn't want to make you worry over what he thought was nothing.

you pressed the FM button on the car radio and Candy Rain by Soul4Real came on, you hummed to the lyrics focusing your eyes on the road.

"My Love do you ever dweam of candy coated Raindrops?" Clay screech sang,

"You're the same my candy Rain," you sang they best you could despite your thoat being tryer than the sahara.

You Clay and Juanita sang the whole time as Michael just kind of sat and listened, looking back every once and a while to see the kids stimming with their hands in various ways.

*Seven Songs Later*

"We're here. Cmon Nita help Clay take off his seatbelt." It was Clara's house, the same one from reality.

You and Clara, Hugged, kissed, and chatted with each other. the kids annoyed their aunt and uncle who sat in their rooms, until they gave in and played in the backyard. After all was said and done You all sat down and enjoyed Clara's Chicken Kahari, one of her favorite dishes from her home country of Pakistan.

Michael didn't dare ask about William, it was obvioud that he was either dead to his mother or divorced, as there wasn't a picture or mention of him in the house. It was good, William must've been elsewhere weither it be in his own personal hell or left for dead in the back room of a pizzaria, if Henry was telling the telling the truth.

Michael complimented his mother's cooking and his Lover's beauty relentlessly.

everyone danced with one another to the classical 70's music.

The night fell to the ground crashing with a splat as Michael carried Juanita in one arm and you carried Clay, both had tired themselves out. As you both put them in the twin beds in Michael's old room you felt Michael's hand touch your shoulder, lightly gripping the silky fabric. God you loved this man, you loved the idea of this family, knowing that the Finale was coming you couldn't help but feel a sense of self dread you did this to yourself after all.

The two of you walked to the car in complete silence that comforted you through your emotions.

"You know Michael, I think once Clay reaches grade school we might be able to have another one." You leaned on the dashboard looking at your husband, you watched as his light olive skin flushed his a hue of pink. He was cute, not as cute as you looked to him in this moment but a special kind of cute.

The two of you went home alone, Clara decided to keep the kids for tonight, seeing as your anniversary was a week ago and you still couldn't find some time alone with each other.

You softly fell asleep while he drove on the road, dreaming of what you considered to be your worst fear, yet you weren't afraid at all.

The two of you sat on the 3 seated couch together, Michael was silent. Possibly lost in thought, it wasn't out of the usual to just go mute for a while. You weren't worried. You just looked to the TV that played a VHS tape of one of your personal favorite movies, The little Mermaid. You head later on Michael's lap watching his chest puff up and go down with every breath. His obsidian curly hair and purple eyes shined in the little light that reflected from the TV.

You reached your hand up to touch his curls, running them through, his hair bouncing back to its original position. As you brought your hand down Michael purred against it, his right hand holding your wrist in place. You might've been together with each other for a little over a decade but this feeling never got old. It never failed to get your heart going and even a second one to appear in a place it wasn't supposed to be..

Your lips didn't complain as they were politely greeted by a kiss by Michael, that was until his hand pressed your lower stomach. You subtly gasped in mouth. It was unexpected for the both of you. The two of you looked at each other and you giggled for a split second. That was until you felt something rise against the back of your head... and that something was not god.

Michael's ears quickly because a hue of pink as he realized what exactly his dick was pressing against, you loved the subtle innocence of your partner that would come out every once a blue moon. You wanted to keep him this cute. You wanted to slowly wanted to slowly watch the blush go from his ears the heat spreading to the rest of his poor body, possibly matching with the color of his pretty pink tip.

You wanted to whore this man out while you still could and you knew just how good he would be for you. That was something that you desired, no it was a need, you found yourself internally Feinding for it.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to. I-" he stammered his sentence within his confusion.

"I know sweetheart, it was an accident... but do you mind if I help you resolve your current dilemma, do you?"Michael couldn't tell if the look in your eyes was that of someone who genuinely wanted to help clear his mind or someone that wanted to take this chance to swallow their prey whole.

Michael agreed, completely compliant and willing to whatever you did to him. He had missed you all of you, and even if this wasn't real the thought of him being yours for the last moment he would ever get in your presence was something he was desperate for.

You turned your body, getting on your knees. You faced him his tired eyes looking to yours as you grabbed the back of his head, pulling him into a kiss. You steadily began to straddle his lap and he followed close behind with his hands fondling your hips his end finger carefully tracing the dips of them.

You both were slow lovers, and that was what you loved about each other is that you knew just when yo speed these things up enjoying each other as you did.

After all the Eros was an act of worship of your partner. So why not spend a little more time appreciating each other?

As the kiss began to get more heated you took off the pajama shirt he had just put on. You felt his hands underneath your shirt squeezing your tits as you observed his lanky yet well built torso heave and ho as he breathed.

You moved your head to his shoulders taking in the fresh scent from his body. You placed your lips on his neck sucking on it until you were satisfied enough to go to another spot. You looked at his face as you sucked on his nipples. God his face looked so cute right now, a combination of flustered yet his mouth was left a little bit open.

He slightly whined as you bit down on the tip of his nipples. "Shhh it's ok you big baby I'll take care of you. If you wanna use your voice for something how about you use them to gag on my fingers, how do you like the sound of that pretty boy?"

You move the hand that lay on his shoulders to his mouth slowly, Michael accepted them, using his tongue to coat your two middle fingers in saliva. You sprung up looking into his eyes. You moved your fingers carefully in and out making sure he was taking in what you were putting out. Truth be told if you had a dick cum would be flowing out of you by the way this man used his tongue. He used it perfectly he always hit the spot you needed the way his Lips wrapped around whatever was put in it.

He still persisted on, his thumbs circling and squeezing your hardened nipples.

You began touching yourself with your other hand, timing the moment he would pinch your nipple with the moment your fingers would brush the bud of your clit. You liked the feeling of the pleasure and slight pain colliding with each other, and Michael liked watching it as you lost yourself to your own pleasure.

But Michael was nothing but a man watching his wife get off to her own pleasure that he slightly contributed to, while his own dick was trapped beneath a pair of sweatpants barely an inch away from her pussy that radiated the heat of their lustful deeds. Shouldn't Michael also get to release? After all he could do nothing but sit and feel as your fingers twitched in excitement, momentarily touching the tip of his cock.

Nothing but a man...

Removing his hand from beneath your shirt Michael grabbed the shaft of his dick looking to you still stuck in your own pleasures. He felt the sticky precum on every where he touched, hell it was still coming out as he began messaging the tip that you always liked for being "pink and pretty" poor man couldn't even let out his pleasures vocally because of how tied down he was by the fact you ordered him to suck on them. Now he was doing what you truly wanted. He was making a mess of himself all for you, preparing himself to be fucked all by himself, and he didn't even realise it.

I suppose the saying "Love is blind" is true, and he looked so good indulging in the love you laid out for him blindly.

Michael held back his breathy moans, you had finished with yourself and were now on your knees giving him Filliato did everything perfectly, Michael didn't even need to hold your head down, his dick was all the way in your mouth. you used your tongue, hands and cheeks to make sure this man came as many times as possible.

You slowly bobbed your head up and down semen dripping down the sides of your mouth, you could care less about swallowing when that wouldn't make this man cum more.

Michael spread this legs more for you, his face was completely covered in a pink hue, you had barely been at it for 5 minutes and you had already made him finish multiple times one after another. Your mouth was doing a beautiful job and he was approaching his limit.

He held the back of your head, his dick twitching in the back of your mouth as his voice echoed a soft, sweet moan. God was he close to coming, he lifted his hips making sure that everything from his tip down to his scrotum was shoved in your mouth. You had gotten to his constant habit of rutting his already girthy 8.5 inches in your mouth whenever feel felt he needed a full release. However it was harder to breathe this time, his dick seemed to have 2 times as much girth than usual.

Michael let out a slew of groans as he released every bit of energy he had at the moment into cumming deep inside of your mouth.

Although you couldn't complain, tears poured from your eyes, your esophagus tired, mouth filled to the brim with thick cum you had no choice but to swallow.

"Fuck look at that pretty sight. You like my Cum don't you you swallowed every drop of it, well except for what you couldn't handle." you rubbed his still wet cum from the sides of your lips and cheek slowly pulling his cock out of your mouth with a pop.

"You're talking a lot of shit for a bitch that just got the soul sucked out of them." You hair standing up, taking off your shirt straddling his lap once more.

"you're talking a lot of shit for a bitch that cried because you couldn't take all of my dick in your mouth at once."

"Oh shut the hell up. Now tell me do you want me to sit on your face or not."

"Only if you suck my di-"

"I'm not having that thing in my mouth again, try again another day."

"Whatever you say My Moon."

"Is that a yes or no?"

"Absolutely, I'd love nothing more than to please you my moon." your skin tingled as his fingers slowly crawled up to your chin, he grabbed your cheeks suishing them as his body leaned forward, kissing you. Suddenly his hands took a grip of the back of your thighs.

"Hold on Moonpie." he said, using his lower body to lift the both of you up. you placed your head on his shoulders as he walked you up a flight of stairs to get to The bedroom to his bedroom, you two had seperate rooms for many comfortability reasons, especially after you had a depressive phase after a miscarriage in college. But once in a while you would sleep together, or maybe even breed each other like rabbits. Sex was something scared to both of you, something that made both of you happy, and keeping it scared was of upmost importance.

"Moonpie?" he sat you on the edge of the bed you leaned back spreading your legs, taking a look around the room you hadn't seen in a while, posters and photo's of his beloved moon and stars, plastered across his room remained the same with the addition of a bullitin board.

You lightly smirked, leaning to the side of the bed rummaging for a box.

You got a hold of the large silk box bringing it up to the bed and swinging it open. an assortment of blindfolds, cuffs, vibrator's, cock rings, gagballs, hoards of lube, protection, toy cleaner a paddle and even a pink colored strap-on.

You looked at Michael, who was bent over the mini fridge in on his bedside. he had a cake, strawberries, and whipped cream on standby. You knew that your husband ate a shit ton and never gained a pound but a whole cake in a mini fridge the size of your daughter height wise was unexpected.

You watched your husband cut a piece of the size of your palm, putting the rest away. You laidback, steadily getting more impatient. He was surely taking his time. After maybe 3 minutes or so of waiting you asked what was taking so long. He said he was just preparing a little special something as a kind of reward for being the worlds #1 dick sucker or something.

He told you to just lay down and take a breather.

So you did, you laid down with your legs spread. It only took another minute or so for you to hear Michael moving to the end of the bed. Your eyes opened as you felt his body touch yours.

"Can I do the Honors my love?" He asked, his amethyst eyes looking into yours.

"You may." You trusted this man with your life, but you could see he was up to something, his warm smile curled into a grin. And you slightly shrieked feeling the cold cream on your already sore and sensitive nipples. You looked down to see your husband mapping you out with whipped cream.

He looked up at you as he got a strawberry from nowhere putting it in your open mouth. "Hold that for me won't you pretty girl?" He chuckled going back to your lower torso. He traced your slick pussy, letting his fingers glide around your clit. Squeezing it, letting his thumb press on its tip.

Your hips slightly shuttered at the movement's as Michael licked the white cream off of your tit until his lips reached your (s/c) skin. He did the same to your right boob. Michael found himself kissing your stomach, pecking whenever he could.

He continued to softly play with you. His curled fingers sliding in and out of you with ease. You hummed as you took in the steady pleasure. As he kissed your thighs his fingers discreetly left your dripping pussy. You were to distracted by his mouth playing with your clit to notice.

That was until you heard a small buzzing noise. Whimpering as your nerves shook in a newfound pleasure coming from a toy you dreaded, even though it has been made just for you. It was a small flower shaped toy. You quickly lost the train of thought, your mind was focused on nothing more than cumming.

You couldn't control the sounds coming out of your mouth. Moans, begging for Michael to slow it's pace that we're covered by you pleas for more. You were going dumb with pleasure. In a span of 45 seconds you had finished 12 times. Michael was eating it up. Literally. His tongue was inside of you ravaging you from the inside out. He held your thigh apart, the other slung over his shoulder. Lord knows how bad you wanted to clamp your legs together, as if that was going to save you.

You breathed heavily, tears beginning to sprout from your love. You were far past the point of overstimulation. You were almost embarrassed by how wet you were, you were dripping all over the silky sheets of your bed, but something else was building up. Whatever it was you wanted, no you needed to release it.

Maybe if you just relaxed, the feeling would go away. You relaxed the best you could, but that was ruined as your climax came, relentless as always. You felt the sweet sweet release you had been begging for. Through your thighs and cunt dripped. You sighed in relief as the magic of the harsh vibrations that cursed you lifted. You whined dryly your throat sticking to itself.

Michael lifted his head from beneath your curves. "You did so good My love, you'd need a water break about now." He hummed tracing his way back up your body, kissing your lips softly, his hips straddling yours for a moment.

His touch left your sore hips that jittered tiredly. He grabbed you an ice cold water bottle, helping you sit up. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching you as you slowly drank the water that felt like a blessing, washing away the dried cum that was left over from your throat.

As he laid his head on your shoulder You noticed his hair was wet. The embarrassment hit as you realized you squirted all over his face and hair. You couldn't even spare the energy to apologize, but it didn't seem like he minded.

That break ended fairly quickly.

You braced yourself, Michael humming softly as his cock entered your pussy.

What was your response when he asked for Round 3?

"Bet."

He stroked in and out of you softly; tying your hair. He tightened it once more, his strokes becoming more aggressive, his pace quickening as you covered your mouth. Your body quaked under his with every thrust. He grabbed your shoulders leaning his head back, Cursing under his breath.

"Shit you're taking me so good, You never cease to amaze me with everything you do, from being pretty without trying to making my brain rot with the way you clench my cock."

He groaned, as you clenched harder around him.

"Shit you're good at it all," he grabbed your chest with one hand, his other tilting your face towards his. Kissing your face repeatedly as you moaned into his ears, his hand pressing on your stomach making you cum, coating his dick with your sweet gloss. Michael still somehow wasn't satisfied. He Slipped out of you, flipping you over and reinserting himself in you, the first 5 out of 9 inches of his cock ramming your poor little cunt. Your legs quickly became sprawled over his shoulders.

You begged in between your lust and the claps of your skin for him to make you cum, to toy with your clit harder. He had you higher on lust than you could be on any drug. You didn't care that he had came in you several times or that the air was filled with sex and you with cum. You just wanted to feel the high race through your body clouding your mind until you were nothing but a brainless whore without a thought behind your eyes. Even as he came again changing positions while still in you and you rode his cock, he kissed you, humming nothing but sweet praise.

Your hands intwined as you cried for mercy your lover whispering sweet praises in your ear despite you gripping and clawing at his back. You bounced and rocked your hips as much as you could, you wanted to please him one last time for the night. You were doing a good job, like a good girl was supposed to. You let all of his 9 inches breeze your walls as you bounced one more time, cumming for the last time. You scrambled, sucking his cock until he came in your mouth, letting his load drip down the sides of your mouth.

You sprawled yourself out on the bed, sore, tired and even more sore. Warm seamen still pouring out of your cunt.

Michael gathered you together, thanking you for giving your best performance to him. He bathed, dressed, fed and made sure you were properly hydrated. As the two of you cuddled against each other, enjoying the fresh cold air of night combined with the warmth of each other's bodies, You told Michael one more thing before Falling asleep.

"Thank you for always being here with me Michael, thank you for being my companion all these years."

....

Michael became lifted from his dream, the clock stroke 6am marking the end of his shift. "Michael you ought to go confess to that girl while you still can, lord knows what will happen tomorrow." So he did, as soon as he clocked out he calmly gathered his thoughts whilst driving to your apartment.

Your apartment door was wide open, all be it still dark, Michael turned on a few lights wandering into the living room turning on the light. His eyes twisted in fear as he eyed your dead body that hung from the ceiling, your nails and neck were bloody. Your lifeless body was accompanied with a note addressed to none other than Michael Afton himself,

It read,

"Dear Michael,

This will probably be the last thing I give to you, I'm sorry If you found me like this, as that was not my intention. I couldn't do it anymore, I lost everyone I loved, and even you. I feel inescapable guilt for everything, for losing our daughter, and our son. I gave you those forged memories as a gift, I have hope that we can be a family someday, even if we have to be apart for a hundred years, I'll wait for you My Sunshine.

If anything remember my love as the last thing I gave to you.

From Your Moon,

The End.

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