You can call me angel!! Im mostly a hc writer but I also write one shots and full stories when given time!! I also write poetry and songs but I dont post them lol. I love cats, and im a fan of scp, dark deception, motionless in white, and spongebob.
This is very to be edited and I will add/remove characters as I go
Link to my masterlist
What will I write?
Heacanons!!
One-shots
Full fics
Smut 🍋 (no weird kinks🥀)
Fluff ☁️
Angst 💔
ONLY X READER i do not do character X character or character X oc
Platonic
PLATONIC family
AUs
What/Who will I write for?
SCP Foundation
Dr. Jack Bright (we do not associate with admin!Bright and purely use the character)
Dr. Clef
Dr. glass
Dr. kondraki
Dr. Iceberg
Dr. Gears
Generally anyone u wanna request
Attack on titan
Armin Arlert
Eren Jaeger
Levi Ackerman
Mikasa Ackerman
Sasha Braus
Jean Kirstein
Annie Leonhart
Hange Zoe
Kakegurui
Rei Batsubami
Saw
Mark Hoffman
Peter Strahm
Amanda Young
Adam Stanheight
Lawrence Gordon
Daniel Matthews
Harlan Coben's Shelter
Spoon Spindell
Ema Winslow
Gotham/Titans
Dick Grayson
Edward Nygma
Oswald Cobblepot
Jim Gordon
Jerome Valeska
Sweet home
Cha Hyun-su
Lee Eun-Hyeok
Lee Eun-Yu
Pyeon Sang-Wook
Park Chan-Yeong
Jung Jae-Heon
Dr. Lim
Yoon Ji-Su
Alice In Borderland
Arisu Ryohei
Chishiya Shūntaro
Niragi Suguru
Tatta Kodai
Ann Rizuna
Kuina Hikari
Aguni Morizono
Hatter
Kuzuryu Keiichi
Kyuma Ginji
Ryuji Matsuyama
Metal Lords
HUNTER SYLVESTER PLS REQUEST HIM
Obey me
Asmodeus
Beelzebub
Belphegor
Mammon
Satan
Leviathan
Lucifer
Mystic Messenger
707
Yoosung
Saeran
Jumin
Zen
Jaehee
V
Stardew valley
Sebastian
Haley
Sam
Shane
FNAF movie series
Mike Schmidt
Vanessa Afton
MICHAEL AFTON‼️❤️
William Afton
Bands
Gerard way
Party poison
Frank Iero
Fun ghoul
Mikey way
Kobra kid
Ray toro
Jet star
Chris Motionless
Vinny Mauro
Ricky Horror
Anyways thats all for now guys please leave requests ❤️ luv u all and I will be working on them soon
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hello ^_^ Love your Hunter one shots sm. Would you be willing to write him doing his boyfriend’s corpse paint and vice versa before a show (or just for fun) ? Bonus points if it’s destroyed by the end of the night from kissing lol. thank you — 🦷 Anon
RAHHH this will be gender neutral mostly so you can put whatever self insert u want in!!!
Corpse paint
Hunter sylvester x gn reader oneshot
Warnings: NOT OOC because im the hunter expert okay cool. Not proofread. Kithing.
"Y'know this would've been done sooner if you stopped moving" Hunter muttered, applying some black face paint around your eyes.
"Well maybe if you stopped stabbing me in the eyes with the brush I'd stop moving." You retorted quickly. Now obviously, Hunter wasn't stabbing you in the eye on purpose. Your face just.. distracts him. Especially your perfect eyes looking up at him like that.
"Just shut the hell up and close your eyes." He said back. He was very precise with his work. Especially on you. On himself, he didnt give a shit if he messed up. But he needed you to look perfect. At least, more so than you already were. He finished up after a few more minutes and pulled away. "Okay. Open." He said as he put a small handheld mirror in front of your face "you look metal as hell. Like you could be up on stage right now or something."
"I dunno i think yours looks better" you replied with a smile, looking above the mirror and at the corpse paint on his face instead.
"Its the same thing just on your face instead of mine, dipshit." He scoffed and put down the mirror. He didnt get that you were trying to flirt. Just completely went over his head. You smiled and gave him a small peck on the lips, to which he pulled away quickly. "Hey, don't mess up my hard work." He tried to sound angry be he couldnt hold back the small smile that grazed his lips.
"Come on, one more?"
"Fine." He leaned in and gave you a small peck in return. Then another, and pulled away again. "Happy?"
"You can do better than that."
"Youre damn right I can." He said and pulled you in for a deeper, longer kiss. Which evolved to a small makeout session on his bed. After you two pulled away, the black around both of your lips was smudged and messy. "Well shit. Youre doing the paint this time."
Hope u guys liked this one!!! Im the best hunter writer ever HOLY CHARACTERIZATION
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I saw that u taking requests!! Maybe Vanessa x fem reader headcannons? Txx!! Love ur account
SHES SO BADDDD
Vanessa Shelly x Fem! Reader Headcanons
Warnings: not proofread, possibly ooc, mentions of injury, uhhhh fnaf movie spoilers maybe idk
Most of these might actually be gn but whatever
Lets dive on in
Boy do we love a woman in uniform
She had a ROUGH childhood so she has a slight aversion to anything involving love
She will get better with time though if u help her out a little
Nightmares very often. Like every night. But I hc she sleeps better if you hold her
And comfort after the nightmares is crucial!! She won't want to talk about it, but I bet if you have her tea or something and just talked for a while she'd calm down
You just have to be kind of patient with her. She will appreciate it, but be confused as to why youd do that for her.
For her it's kind of hard to decide if she's more dominant or submissive. But I feel like she'd want to regain some of that control that she feels like she doesn't have .
Prefers to hold your hand over anything else.
Will trace little patterns on your hand with her thumb ughhhh
Also loves hugs, but only from her partner
Def loves having her hair played with too
Loves loves loves watching you do your makeup and get ready.
IMAGINE her buying yall matching promise rings omg im screaming
Also i know she smells good. Like coconut and vanilla.
She'd freak if you ever got hurt. Like for whatever reason.
BANS YOU FROM FREDDYS.
Point blank period. Will not allow you near any of the locations.
Also will not tell you about her family. Not her dad. Not her brother.
She will also hide any evidence of her being related to any of them.
On the off chance you find out, she'd panic a little, and think youre gonna leave her.
Just chill her out
Okay guys im in class so thats all for rn
Leave mike schmidt requests too!!!!!! And michael!!! Or if you wanna hear me yap about lefty.
Also debating adding some assembly required to my list
reader going through a breakup and Michael comforts her and confessions follow! 💜🫂🥰
YESS RAHHH
FNAF 2 movie! Michael afton x reader after a breakup! (Oneshot)
Warnings: uhh breakup idk. Hurt comfort, probably ooc, not proofread
You'd just gone through a breakup. Doesnt matter who caused it or who did what. It was messy, sad, everything like that. You'd spent the last 4 days in your room, only leaving to eat and go to the bathroom. Michael, being your best friend, was worried. But he would never ever admit that to you. He decided to come over and check on you after you'd ignored his texts.
He pulled up to your house and knocked on the door, though he wasn't really expecting you to open it. It was a good thing he knew where you kept your spare key.
When he got inside, he called out for you. No response. Of course. Michael walked over to your bedroom and knocked on the door. The only thing he heard from the other side was a muffled "fuck off" and of course, hearing that, he came in anyway.
"Where the hell have you been?-" He starts, before he sees you lying there, curled into a ball just.. staring. At nothing in particular. Michael could immediately tell something was wrong, but his persona wouldnt let him seem too caring. He just perched himself at the edge of your bed and looked at you. "Whatd you do?" Was the only thing he could ask without making it seem like he cared too much.
You stayed silent for a moment. A moment that felt like an hour. "...I dont know." You responded quietly, slightly muffled by your pillow being clutched to your chest.
The tone in your voice told michael something was very wrong. The shake in your voice sounded like you were a wrong word away from crying. "What's wrong." He asked, a little more bluntly than he would've liked it to sound. For a moment, you tried to respond. But the only thing that came out was a broken sob.
Michael hadn't a hot clue how to comfort you. He wasn't one for comforting people at all. But his feelings for you were overpowering. He just awkwardly patted your shoulder. That lasted for about 10 minutes until you sputtered out "...we broke up."
Michael immediately knew what you were talking about. Your stupid boyfriend. He'd hated him since the two of you started dating. Whether that was because he was an actual bad person or Michael was just jealous, he didnt know. As much as he was happy to see that, he couldnt stand to see you cry.
"He wasn't good enough for you." Michael says quietly. It sounded like he meant it. Even as confusing as it was to hear michael say something like this. "You deserve a real man." He said even quieter than before.
"Mhm." You hummed before sniffling. Michael's heart clenched in his chest. He hated seeing you so upset. You hadn't realized he was dropping hints.
"He could never love you like I could."
Your crying came to a stop. What did he just say? The man youd convinced yourself didnt like you back for the last however many years? You take his hand off your shoulder and just hold it. He had no idea how to respond to that. Physically or mentally. "So you.." he started, but didnt know where he was going with that.
"Love you, Michael." You whispered. So softly he almost hadn't heard.
"Love you too." He whispered back as his thumb brushed over your knuckles.
MEOWWW HI
Pls leave requests for Vanessa (wlw only) or Mike schmidt👅👅 (any gender)
hi, I hope you're doing well. Could you please create a fic about Michael Afton's daughter from Fnaf movie 2? The reader has been living with her mother for a long time because of her mom didn’t want her to be involved with the animatronics (her mum is also Michael's childhood best friend, by the way before charlotte’s death) and at the end of the movie, she goes to Mike's house to confront (she also knows about the spirits and what her grandfather did) and when she enters, she encounters her father (while Michael is talking to Vanessa). Thanks!
this is so interesting omg hell yeah
FNAF 2 movie! Michael Afton. "i will die his daughter"
warnings: THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC/FAMILIAL. reader is Abby's age, and is similar to Abby. movie spoilers, mentions of death, murder. possibly ooc, not proofread. fem reader
you never did know much about your father. you'd only known the little your mother had told you, and what you were able to piece together on your own. your best friend, Abby, had also told you about the things she'd heard from mike about your grandfather, William. but you never told her you were related. as much as your mother forbade it, you and Abby would often go to the pizzeria and visit the animatronics. at least, before the place was ruined.
your parents had never gotten married. and they hadn't technically "broken up" either. you knew the backstory, how they were best friends when they were your age. maybe that was why they never actually ended things. they didn't want to lose their decades long connection, or maybe they still loved each other. whatever the case, you lived with your mother. she thought that would be safer. to keep you away from your fathers "family business". she'd hoped to hide it from you for as long as possible, even though you had other ways of figuring things out.
you'd found out that your grandfather had killed your mom's friend when they were close to your age, and you were 99% sure that was the reason she had wanted you to stay away from everything. even if William was presumed dead. you'd found out about the spirits through Abby. you even had your own encounters with them a few times, and you didn't know why they were often made to seem like bad guys. they were cool to you and Abby, so why not the adults? you didn't fully know.
one warm night in October, something called "fazfest" was here. your mother wouldn't let you go into town to enjoy the activities, so naturally, you just waited until she went to bed. too easy. while walking around town, you saw multiple tall, shiny, metal animatronics. too intricate to possibly be hand-made costumes. and they were all heading in one direction. you followed, and saw that where they were going, was Abby's house. what the hell could possibly be going on.
the door was wide open. not good. you crept in and heard your fathers voice. stern, irritated, talking to someone. around the corner you could see Abby, and her brother, Mike, huddled together. while your father spoke to a blonde woman. "this is my home" you hear the woman say. then your fathers voice. "whatever. not like it matters to me." his voice bitter and cold. you decide to make yourself known, stepping into the room.
"dad?" you say, while looking around. Abby perks up, wanting to run over to you, but Mike holds her back. the blonde woman's eyes widen. looking between you and Michael. the small resemblances revealing that this wasn't some sick joke.
Michael turns back to the blonde woman. "well, sis. if you won't join me, i have someone here who will." he walks over and holds onto your shoulders.
"join you?" you questioned, confused as hell as to what he meant. he had no idea that you even knew about what William had done. he was trying to get you to blindly agree to something.
"continuing your grandpa's legacy. wouldn't you like that, y/n?" he smirked, thinking you had no idea. thinking he could get you to join him.
you pulled away and ran over to where Abby, Mike, and the blonde woman were. "never. i know what grandpa did. they told me." you said, stepping closer to Abby. the blonde woman held your shoulder. the last part you said made Michaels eyes flash with something. confusion as to how you knew? irritation that you wouldn't join him? something else entirely? who knew.
"abandoning your father. great. this is in your dna, y/n. you can't avoid it forever. whatever. not like i care." he turned back to the shiny bonnie. "break their bones. crush them."
the events of the movie play out, your father runs. Despite Abby's pleads. Mike pulls her away from you. he couldn't trust your family. not Vanessa, and not you. you were left in that house, with someone you only just found out was your aunt, and the Marionette.
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Movie!Michael x fem reader smut,,, pls,,, literally anything I need more of this absolute weirdo
YESSSS
"harder"
FNAF 2 movie! Michael Afton x Fem! reader smut
warnings: smut, slapping, masochist Michael, unprotected, michael goes from sub to dom, no plot, not proofread, possibly ooc. SEX!!! MDNI!!!
FINAL WARNING FILTH UNDER THE CUT
it felt like every night was another argument with your boyfriend, Michael. he would always leave in the middle of the night, and would refuse to tell you where he was going, who he was with, and why. every time you asked, he would dodge your questions, give a half-assed answer, or just completely refuse to answer. you were completely sick of it.
just like most nights, your questions and his shitty answers escalated into a screaming match. in your blind rage, you did something you have never done to anyone. ever. especially not the man you loved. you slapped him. your eyes widened, opening your mouth to apologize, but before you could say anything, you looked at his face and saw a smirk forming. his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and.. lust?
"do it again... harder" Michael begged and took a small step closer to you. the smirk on his face growing with the tent in his pants. "...please?"
you were.. shocked to say the least. and you felt terrible. "Michael i- i didn't mean to-" you tried to stammer out an apology. the red mark on your boyfriends face a stark contrast to his dark, lustful eyes. he stepped even closer, his breath hot on your skin.
"shh.. its okay." he purred, reaching up to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "i like it when you get a little rough. it's... exciting." his other hand rested on your hip, squeezing it almost possessively. he leaned in. his lips barely an inch from yours. his voice a low whisper. "i want you to do it again, y/n. i want you to hit me. harder. show me how angry and frustrated you are.. let it all out.."
Michael's eyes blazed with intensity. his pupils dilated to cover almost all the color in his eyes. the bulge in his pants was straining against the confines of his jeans. he was clearly aroused by your display of anger, even if you felt bad about it. "don't feel bad baby.. i can take it. hit me. hurt me. i deserve it. i need it. i need you to punish me for all the secrets i keep." his voice was a desperate, aching whisper. "please... don't hold back... wreck me."
"you're insane. i just slapped you, and you're hard. you liked it." you said, almost worried. you had no idea how to react. but you'd be lying if you said his begging didn't turn you on a little.
he chuckled darkly. he took your hand and pressed it against the length through his jeans. "insane? maybe. but you can't deny that it turns you on. the thought of having that kind of power over me, of being able to make me feel pain and pleasure. its... intoxicating.. isn't it?" his hands find their way up your shirt, lightly brushing against the skin of your stomach. then slowly dipping lower to the waistband of your pants. you didn't stop him. even when his eyes looked to yours, a silent ask for consent. you gave a soft nod, and his hands dipped into your underwear. "i knew you liked it.. you're so wet.. was it from hitting me? or my begging for you to do it more.." you didn't know how to respond.
his fingers pressed a little harder against you. rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your sensitive flesh, giving you chills down your back and arms. he retracted his hand, and crashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. a mix of the frustration and desire that both of you had felt for the past few weeks pouring out. one of his hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, pinning you there. while one of his hands was buried in your hair, the other went back up your shirt to squeeze and knead your tits. he moved closer, his hips pressing against your own. Michael's erection throbbed against your belly. he rolled his hips slightly, grinding his clothed cock against your center. letting you feel the shape and size of him, the way he would fill you if he were inside you. he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the column of your throat. biting and sucking, leaving a path of reddening hickies across your neck and chest. consumed by the urge to mark you as his so everybody else would know who you belonged to.
one of your own hands buried in his hair, and the other brushed against his chest, slowly moving down to the waistband of his jeans. he rocked his hips slightly, pressing his straining erection more firmly against you. silently begging for more. he pulled away from you to lift your shirt over your head, taking one of your nipples between his lips., sucking and teasing the sensitive bud. his hand moved back into your jeans. pushing past the fabric of your underwear. his fingers easily finding your clit, circling the sensitive spot, rubbing slow, deliberate strokes until you bucked and writhed against his hand, aching for more.
"fuck.. you're so wet... so ready for me. i can feel how much you want this.. need this. need me.." he nipped at your collarbone. his fingers continued down below. slipping through your ripping heat to tease your entrance. pressing against it, but never quite entering you. "tell me what you want. how badly you want my cock buried inside this cunt."
"please Michael. need your cock.." you whimper softly, your voice heavy with want. his eyes flashed with triumph and satisfaction. he captured your lips in another rough kiss. he made quirk work of his pants. pulling down his jeans and boxers in one swift, impatient movement. his dick sprang free, long and hard. the head already glistening. he worked quickly on your pants as well, then without hesitation, lifting you up, encouraging you to wrap your arms around his waist as he pinned you against the wall. he gripped your hips, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, coating itself in your arousal. "god you're perfect.. so fucking wet.. so fucking ready for me.."
in one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, swallowing your moans with a kiss. he groaned softly, his eyes squeezing shut at how good you felt around him. he set a hard, quick pace. letting out his frustrations from the past few weeks. "hit me baby. come on.. you can do it." he begged while fucking you. when you finally did, he let out a low moan. one hand gripped your hip, holding you in place as he fucked into you, while the other slid between your bodies to find your clit. rubbing tight, rapid circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. pushing you closer to the edge.
"gonna cum inside you sweetheart.." he whispered. you weren't quite there yet. his thrusts grew erratic, more desperate and messy, until he slammed into you one last time, emptying himself inside you. he stayed still for a moment, then despite his still overly sensitive cock, he was determined to bring you over the edge. his moans and whines grew louder. your breathing growing quicker. he could feel you squeezing him, and doubled his efforts. you came with a loud moan, and held onto him. he gently pulled out of you, and carried you to the bathroom. he took good care of you that night, and finally told you where he was going at night.
sorry if this was shit guys i'm not good at writing smut lol
Hello! May I please request movie Michael Afton with female reader? Reader is super shy around Michael because of the huge crush she's got on him. Maybe he's walking her home one night and she blurts out that she likes him. Maybe it ends with a kiss in the rain. Alright, thank you! 🫣
Aww this one is so cute
FNAF 2 movie! Michael Afton x fem! Shy reader (friends to lovers) (oneshot)
Warnings: possible movie spoilers, possibly ooc, not proofread.
6:03 AM
God, why did you always do this? Wake up at the ass crack of dawn to make your way to the old pizzeria. Just for what? To check if michael was still alive? Or maybe just because you wanted to be around him more. It was a daily routine. You'd walk to the pizzeria at 6 am, right when he got off, ask him about his shift while you walked him home. Of course, he didnt need it. But you just wanted to spend more time with him. Despite how shy you would get. But why today? It was the middle of a storm. You could've just skipped a day. But honestly, you had started to miss him.
As you reached the old decaying building, you spotted him, locking up the front door. His wet hair sticking to the sides of his face. He looked... perfect.
"You still came today? I thought I told you not to." he said and gestured to the sky. The rain pouring down heavily. "You're gonna get yourself sick, y/n." He scoffs, pretending like he doesnt care.
"Oh I dont mind-"
"Fine, then i dont either." He said, a little too quickly to sound sincere. He takes his sweater off and practically forces you to put it on. It was a few sizes too big for you. And it was already soaked from all the rain, but you didnt mind. It smelled like him. And what a gentleman. "Lets go. Its still dark."
You two started walking towards the sidewalk, but he pulled your arm to the opposite one that you usually go to. "But-"
"Im walking you home today. Dont want you to get sicker than youre already gonna be. Not like I care, but then who's gonna walk me home on the sunny days If youre dead." He says, half jokingly with a small smirk on his face.
"Okay.." you mumbled as you started to walk with him. You kept a little bit of a distance, and couldnt even gather the courage to ask him how his shift was today. It was usually pretty often you got shy and nervous like now. But today it felt different. It was a beautiful scene. Wearing his sweater, the rain hitting the ground softly. But it seems he noticed.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Do what? Huh?"
"That. Whatever youre doing. You walk all this way just to not say anything and walk four feet behind me. The hell is up with you?" The tone in his voice said he was irritated, but his face just looked.. tired. And maybe confused.
"Its nothing Michael just-"
"Well clearly it is something if you do this almost every day"
"I do not do it everyday I just- you- we-"
"Clearly you have some kind of issue with me if-"
"Michael im in love with you! Okay? Happy now?" Your voice cuts through his. And leaves both of you in silence as he stops in his tracks. Staring at you. He knew. Of course he did. He could read you like a book. But he wasn't expecting you to just blurt it out like that. You sighed and kept walking. Getting ahead of him. You weren't too far from your house by this point. Hoping to just reach it and leave this situation outside your door. He follows in silence, trying to think of something to say, but nothing comes to mind. Once you reach your house, he follows you to the door, and holds your arm before you can open the door.
The words fail in his throat. Of course, he would die to admit that he feels the same way. Or at least, similar. He could never admit he feels love. He doesnt know what else to do, so thinking with his heart rather than his brain, he pulls you in and kisses you. The rain and wind feel like its disappeared, along with the entire world around you.
Like all that was left in this moment was you and him.
maybe some nsfw hunter sylvester hcs if ur ok wit that?
Hunter Sylvester NSFW HCs 18+ MDNI🍋
Warnings: SMUTTT FILTH. Mostly fem reader sorry🥀 not proofread, possibly ooc
HUNTER IS DEPICTED AS 18+ IN THIS WRITING OF FICTION
SMUT UNDER THE CUT FINAL WARNING 18+
Mega virgin. Which is obviously Canon. So he has absolutely no idea. But he's probably seen enough 'films' if ykwim.
Doesn't goon often, maybe once a month. But it makes him feel gross.
But especially not after you two started dating.
Absolutely a titty man. Looking at pictures (of yours only) and touching them.
As much as he seems dominant, he will definitely submit UNDER ZERO PRESSURE
Big fan of oral. Giving and receiving.
LOVES leaving hickies on your neck for everyone to see. And some in places that your shirt covers😁
Also loves to receive them. Especially where his bandmates can see them. Kind of like he has something to prove..
He is mostly vanilla, as he's inexperienced. But would probably be into choking you. Definitely not enough to actually hurt you. And pulling your hair. But WILL NOT get his hair pulled. Sorry.
Also wont slap you or anything even if you ask. He doesnt wanna hurt you.
But he can handle getting slapped. He kind of likes it.
Arguing with you turns him on.
He's way more into praise, giving and receiving. He's dealt with enough degradation in his life already. But if you make him angry just to crack? And he knows it? Absolutely.
Skilled with his hands‼️ hes got them guitarist hands what can I say.
Slightly above Average size. Cut.
Big on aftercare. He always wants to make sure youre okay and not hurt. Will help you to the bathroom, clean up, and whatever else you need. And have a fat nap while listening to metal afterwards
movie michael afton with a cuddly male reader? like, reader is super clingy when michael is home (due to past relationships and such) and has to be around or touching Michael at all times. puppy dog coded reader
FNAF 2 movie Michael Afton x m! Clingy reader.
Warnings: possibly ooc, not proofread. Also idk what its like to be a guy so idk,, its basically just gn but request was specifically for m reader so here u go
You'd been in a few relationships before, of course. Most of them lasting a few months usually to a year at most. Something about it just didnt work out. And you just had to wonder, was it you?
Sure, you had a tendency to be a little clingy at times, maybe even often, but so what? That seemed to be the main reason for most of the breakups. Each one making you only get more clingy in fears that they would leave. But for some people, it was too much. Until you met Michael. You had known he wasn't exactly a fan of any affection at all, let alone physical. But for some reason, he tolerated it around you.
Whenever you would pull away and get a little distant, in fear he would be like the last. Think youre too much. He would look over at you and wonder why you weren't being your usual self.
At the beginning, michael would flinch whenever you would touch him. His childhood and growing up had let him to believe that any type of touch would come with pain. You taught him otherwise. And as the time went on, he learned to appreciate it and trust you. And maybe you had learned to trust him too. Trust that he wouldnt leave you. You started to get more energetic when you'd hear his car park in the driveway. Getting over to the door excitedly like some energetic dog.
Majority of the time, Michael wouldnt initiate the physical affection. Even if he wanted it. He'd rely on you to do that. He also wasn't big on speaking endearingly either. Instead He'd do things for you like make your favorite food. Keep a hand loosely on your arm whenever you were walking together. Telling you to "stay where I can see you" instead of "I love you." But you knew what he meant anyway.
Michael would often leave for most of the night, to continue his job as the night guard at the old pizzeria. And on those nights, you would either stay up all night, or sleep and wake up at 6 am. Always hoping to be there to see him when he comes home.
You ask him about his night, and he replies with little detail, even when you press for more. He appreciates the enthusiasm, even if it doesnt seem like him. He would go to bed and expect you to follow him, and he would always anticipate you lying on him or you getting him to lay on you. He'd never say it, but he loves it. Its the best part of coming home.
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I would love if you could do sub movie Michael Afton he reminds me of a puppy so much
YESS
FNAF 2 movie! Michael Afton sub headcanons (18+)
Warnings: smut headcanons lol. Mdni. Not proofread, possibly ooc
FINAL WARNING 18+ FILTH UNDER THE CUT
VOCALL AS FUCK
Usually not a man of many words. But in bed? Ohhhh boy.
WHIMPERS, whines, lots and lots of "please.."
Pathetic as hell
I doubt he has very much experience if ykwim
So when you touch him he has no idea what to do
At first he has no idea what to do with his hands, so tie those bad boys up
Loves when you mark him, but preferably below the collar. (Chest‼️)
He can absolutely cum without even being touched. Enough dirty talk and kissing and he can do it
Swears he hates not being in control, but the second he's tied up or handcuffed that all changes
He won't cry in normal crying circumstances, if you understand. He's not very emotional. But if you overstimulate him, he sure will. Not full on sob, but some tears will fall.
Will also cry if you edge him. Cry and beg and whine.
Goons to your smell.
Will hold one of your shirts up to his face while he does it. And he tries to be quiet but he is not.
Great with his hands and lives to please you. Always.
BREEDING KINK
I mean what who said that
Wrap it before you tap it folks
Always wants to hold your hand while doing it.
Likes when your hand is on his throat. Almost choking, but not enough to actually make it harder to breathe. Just hard enough so he knows who's in control.
Completely down to be slapped and punched. Likes it, even. But only from you. It helps him cope
At work maybe👀 hes very serious about his job, but maybe would do it once just to try it.
Folds when you pull him by his collar
For aftercare he kind of just wants to sleep with your head on his chest.
Sorry its short guys im not good at smut lol
IM AT THE END OF MY MICHAEL REQUESTS PLEASE LEAVE MORE
Not any type of request but your headcanon of Michael not being able to sleep before you makes me think of the rare time he DOES
Coming home late from some type of trip away for work or to visit friends/family, being as quiet and still as possible as he sleeps. Being one of the few times he completely relaxes, his eyes look sunken in, his hair out of place. That tension he carries in his shoulders, the furrow of his brow, gone. It's a scene that feels so surreal you do everything in your power not to break it. It's the peace his mind so desperately needs
However one sudden move or noise I think would wake him up, I couldn't imagine he's a very deep sleeper
ANYWHO SORRY FOR THE RAMBLE HAVE A GOOD DAY HEART EMOJI
HEART EMOJI
Writing a oneshot about this now thanks
FNAF 2 movie! Michael Afton x reader oneshot (sleepy Michael)
Warnings: not proofread, possibly ooc
You could swear Michael Afton never slept. You've never witnessed it. He would always wake up before you, and he wouldn't fall asleep until you did first. In fact, you've hardly ever seen him relax. You never thought he was capable of it. He was always tense. God knows why.
Until one night.
You'd been out for a few days, visiting your family. It had been fun, but you just wanted to lie in bed with your boyfriend. You got home a lot later than expected, and this was one of the nights Michael wasn't working. You fully expected to walk in the door and see him awake sitting on the couch, watching tv, or just sitting in bed. Still, you wanted to be as quiet as possible. You were too tired to unpack, so the second you got inside, you set your things on the floor and peeked into the living room. No Michael in sight. Kitchen? Nope. Bathroom? Nope. You silently crept into your shared bedroom, and there he was.
For the first time in however long you've been together, Michael Afton was relaxed. His eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly. His usually neat hair sleep messed, the usual tension in his shoulders gone, and the furrow in his brows and clench of his jaw, now turned into a relaxed, peaceful version of him. It almost looked like it could've been someone else completely.
You knew he needed this. The peace he truly needed, and you didn't want to break that. You crept over to your side of the bed and as quietly and slowly as possible, lied down, silently cursing the creaks in the bedframe. You didnt bother bringing the blanket up over yourself. You were exhausted, but the moment felt so surreal, you couldnt help but just... stare. You felt kind of creepy, but he always did it to you. You were just in awe of how different he looked fully relaxed.
A few more minutes passed of you watching him, when you decided to roll over and go to sleep. The bedframe creaks again and you close your eyes.
