Summary: You and Michael have been friends for a rather long amount of time. After you find him breaking into your apartment you find he is acting weird… wondering if he will tell you the truth.
TW: SPOILERS FOR SECOND FNAF MOVIE
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It was a windy fall evening and the sound of people celebrating Fazfest could be heard from outside of your apartment. Just the perks of living in town.
Your apartment was dark except for the glow of your tv. You could’ve gone to Fazfest, but a friend of yours — Michael, insisted you stay home.
You let out a small sigh as the TV played some trashy realty show. You were quickly knocked out of your bored state when you heard the sound of your apartment door close, followed by heavy footsteps.
You slowly stood up, trying to keep your steps quiet as you make your way to the door of your apartment. Your only weapon was the remote you held in your left hand.
You saw a figure lock your door before turning around quickly, so you raised your arm to attack — but you were quickly stopped.
“Wait, Wait. It’s just me, Michael.” That familiar voice spoke while raising his hands. You reached for the light switch, turning it on.
There stood Michael, hand on his back as he looked up at you. His hair was not in its usual neat state, instead brown strands of hair hung in front of his forehead. You were not gonna lie, he looked better like this.
“What are you doing here? And why do you look so worried?” You questioned the Brunette male, taking in his both tired and anxious expression.
“Just,” He bit his lip for a second, looking at the floor. “Family problems.”
“I thought you didn’t even speak to your family anymore.” You replied, beginning to make your way back to your living room — expecting Michael to follow, and he did.
“Well we do,” Michael replied sharply before sitting down on your couch and watching you turn off the tv. “And it’s not good at all.” Michael added while watching you sit down beside him.
You two sat there in silence, you could hear Michael’s slightly ragged breathing. Eventually you spoke on it.
“Why are you breathing like that?” You raised a brow, looking over at him.
“I got knocked onto the ground and it did a number on my back.” He replied. You just got up without a word before returning with ice and handing it to him. He simply nodded a thanks to you and put it against his back.
“Hey, Listen. Can I stay here, just crash here for a while? I don’t really wanna show my face outside right now. Don’t want… my family looking for me.” Michael asked, looking at you.
“Sure I guess. If it’s that bad, then sure.” You Replied. You two sat there in more silence before you finally piped up once more.
“You hair looks good when it’s not all slicked back.” You finally said, looking over at him. For a moment he tensed, then he looked over at you.
“Thanks.” He simply replied. He wasn’t gonna admit he always found you attractive. You just simply nodded.
Michael didn’t know if he wanted to tell you the truth. The truth being he coded robots to kill in order to continue is serial killer fathers legacy, but it backfired and now he’s worried about being arrested for attempted murder.
Meanwhile you were looking at Michael, noticing how he seemed very tense. His eyes laser focused on the wall. He wasn’t really himself.
Usually when you guys interacted he was smiling, acting all charming. You didn’t know that was just his way of putting on an act for people to trust him.
“Michael, if it’s more than your family… you can tell me.” You finally spoke, watching as he snapped out of his thought process and looked over at you.
“It’s just my family.” He replied, he could tell you knew it was something more. He smiled at you. God you loved his smile, you didn’t know why.
You looked down at your hands in your lap.
“I should go to bed, if it gets too cold don’t be scared to turn on the heater.” You said while standing up and walking to your bedroom.
“Night Michael.” You spoke softly, watching as he looked at you from the couch.
“Goodnight.” He replied, his voice matching your soft tone.
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A/N: Don’t be afraid to request things! I’ll find out how to turn on my anonymous ask, but you can also DM me. I am comfortable with doing anything. Angst, Fluff, Smut, Ect.
Summary: Things got heated between you and Michael when you remembered his need for validation stemming from his daddy issues.
TW: Fnaf 2 movie spoilers - Smut - daddy issues - praise kink - p in v - swearing - no plot just smut
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Michael was kissing at your neck, right hand tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back slightly more. Soft moans leaving your lips as he did so.
You were on Michael’s lap, your warm hand moving to his cold right hand that rested on your hip — guiding your movements.
You let out another soft moan as Michael picked up the pace — thrusting up into you. Your free hand gripped his shoulder, squeezing tighter with every kiss, every move.
Michael let out a few grunts and shakey breaths as he slowed down his thrusts some. You moved up and down, working with the rhythm of his hips.
“Fuck, Michael — so good… you’re so good.” You moaned out. Those words made Michaels grip tighten on your waist, his speed picking up again.
“Say that again, please.” Michael breathed out.
“You’re .. you’re so handsome like this Michael.” You whimpered out, losing control of your hips as Michael started to roughly guide them.
You could tell by the way Michael increased his pace that he enjoyed being praised. You knew he had slight daddy issues, always trying to seek his father’s approval.. but you had no clue they could stem into a praise kink.
Your lips moved down to his, capturing him in a kiss. Your warm hand cupping his jaw as he kissed you back — a desperate and messy kiss.
You moaned against his lips as you felt yourself get closer to the edge, you could also tell by the way Michael gripped you rougher and tensed up that he was growing close.
You threw your head back slightly, letting whimpers and moans leave your lips as your walls tightened around Michaels length.
Michael followed you, letting out a grunt and heavy ragged breaths before pulling you off him. You sat on his lap, using your hand to finish him off while he used his hand to prolong your orgasm.
“Mmh, So handsome,” you whimpered softly as he finished all over your hand and his stomach. “So good… so good for me.”
You pulled your hand away, using a nearby tissue to wipe it off before lying down next to Michael. You listened to his heavy breaths as you moved some of the hair out of his face. Sex would be more interesting now that you knew what exactly he likes to hear.
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A/N: Michael definitely has daddy issues like how Elizabeth in the game does. You cannot tell me Michael grew up trying to get his dad’s attention but failing to Vanessa.
Anyways, I told y’all Michael was not safe from the smut. I didn’t wanna write anything too detailed in risk of getting it taken down.. but if this post goes well I might push my limits.
