I. ABSOLUTELY. LOVED the oneshot headcanon with William/Steve Raglan! That absolute freak was making me blush and creeped out at the same time. He definitely was watching us live through his cameras while we were working.
Can't wait to see the next chapter of this version of the AU!
(Just a side question for this verse and for you requests rules: are you open or comfortable in doing yandere platonic versions of this, also in doing a version with Vanessa or even Mike? Just wanted to be sure if you're ok or comfortable in these, no pressure)
HAPPY NEW YEAR! AAAAAHHHH!!! Im SO glad you like it, and there is already more being drafted, hopefully ill post it soon, I've just been having some physical problems lately.
And to answer your question, I would love to write platonic yandere versions if anything. And ill write for basically any characters from the fnaf movies.
I dont have specific rules, other than try to be specific with requests if yoy can or at least give me something to build off of. And im willing to write for any gender (gn, male, female, trans, etc).
The only things I wont write are:
Incest
Rape
Minor x minor (not comfortable writing about minors unless in a platonic sense)
Minor x adult (ew)
Any kink that is like. Scat or something
Or anything that is nonconsensual
I will write:
Romantic yandere
Platonic yandere
Smut
Almost any kink (im a freak as you know)
Non yandere stuff (it may be bad, so beware)
As for the fandoms ill write for as of right now:
Fnaf (both movies and games)
Dispatch (im obsessed)
Or any other fandom requested so long as you give me some time to research the character(s)/show/etc
Also im sorry if im taking so long with anything, I have been going through it with physical problems.
Tyyy for reading, and trust that ill have another fic out soon!
Movie!Michael!Afton x gn!Partially animatronic!reader
NSFW (Smut, we get freaky with it.)
Based on a different vanmike post i saw. But we get freaky with our boy. Mixture of HCs and short fic
Sidenote, sorry for all the freaky shit. Im in a horny time of my life rn
Cannot remember for the life of me who posted it but I saw a vanessa x mike post where she blindfolds mike with his tie. Immediately wanted to do it to my fave.
Content Warnings: no plot who needs it, freaky Michael, blindfolding, edging, ruined orgasm, handjob, tying him up 🤤, all consensual, overstimulating, crying, you're deadass just mean to him, no wire pulling this time guys 😔, mild blow job (not fully, just his tip)
Michael can be super dominant in bed, but when his daddy issues act up? Oh boy. He's so cute
He'll let you take the lead so you can take his mind off of everything
I mean, why wouldn't he let his incredible partner help him forget how awful he feels
You have to praise him so much tho, if you degrade him hell get upset and turned off (be nice to him, you can be mean in other ways >:D)
You always find it so cute when you see him wearing a tie. He doesnt usually wear one for work but sometimes hes does
And all it can make you think of is how cute he would be with that same tie covering his beautiful eyes 😩
Maybe youd be able to coax even cuter than normal noises out of him
Just toying with him while he cant see you at all
You have to keep talking tho, making sure hes comfortable
He might panic if you dont tbh
Just make sure your fav is comfy and happy and all is well <3
He enjoys feeling your hands all over him while you whisper sweet words into his ears while hes completely blind and at your mercy
Sometimes you imagine how his hips would buck into your hand wrapped around his cock if you were just teasing him
You could tease him for hours you swear
And when he really wants to cum? Obviously you dont let him. Not yet at least
He needs to relax and just let you take care of him, he just needs to listen to you and not cum yet, you need him to go a little dumb for you before youll let him get some relief
And when you do let him cum, youre making him cum over and over until all he can think about is your hand wrapped around his dick so perfectly.
Until all he can say is a breathy moan of your name, and all he can do is whimper and whine as you make him cum over and over
Michael had gotten home at and ungodly hour, not having to stay for his full shift that night. It was close to 2 am. Maybe 3. You didnt know.
All you knew was that your darling boyfriend came home so incredibly stressed. All he wanted was to bury himself in the covers and never get up again. But you had other plans.
When he came into the room, he just barely shook off his jacket before you woke up. You started being quite a light sleeper after moving in with (getting kidnapped by) Michael. He looked at you,with your bedhead and droopy eyes from your delightful sleep.
"Sorry for waking you dear, go back to bed. Ill be there soon, okay?" He mumbled, trying not to wake you up more. But you were wide awake, your eyes settling on the tue around his neck that he was currently removing.
When you didnt move to lay back down, he turned to face you properly, walking to the bed to trying and see what was wrong. What if you were upset with him, he would despise himself if you were.
Once he was near, your hand came up to take hold of his undone tie and tug him closer to you. You gave him a quick kiss, his chapped lips harsh against your softer ones.
"Let me help you relax. Please?" You say, tugging him further down so he was practically on the bed.
All he could do in that moment was nod, and let out a quick, desperate 'yes'.
You pulled him onto the bed, sliding yourself backwards to give him more space. You pulled his tie from his shirt and looked at him, silently asking if you could pretty please wrap it around his beautiful face.
(You've done this before, so he knows what youre asking. You even established a safeword, 'blackberry')
He nodded softly, adjusting himself so you could reach properly. You slowly wrapped the tie around his head, covering his eyes in the process.
His hands found your thighs, grounding himself so he knew where you were. You shifted slightly, grabbing some other rope from nearby (freaks) and pushed his flush with the headboard, slowly tying his wrists to the posts.
The bulge in his pants was evident in this position, with his legs spread just for you to slot between them so nicely and him completely helpless for you.
Once he was bound you slid back slightly, examining him carefully. Watching his breathing quicken and his pants get even tighter.
Your hands slowly trailed up his inner thighs, caressing him carefully. His breath hitched, and his legs tensed. All you could do was laugh softly, his body reacting so perfectly to your touch. You leaned forward and softly kissed his neck.
"You've been working so well Michael. Such a good boy." Your lips practically sang against his pulse point, the vibrations making Michael shiver.
You slowly palmed michael through his pants (his work pants at that, you'd clean them later tho). His voice was coming out in barely audible trembling whimpers. You licked up his neck, tongue barely gliding across his skin, leaving what felt like a trail of fire on him.
Your hands moved faster, his hips grinding against them so well. He started humping your hands faster, so you pulled both hands away slowly. He whined, and nearly begged you to please continue.
You kissed his neck slowly, unbuttoning his shirt in the process. Gliding your hands over his chest felt incredible for both of you, and his head leaned back against the headboard with a sigh.
You took your time with slowly kissing down his neck, one of your hands going back to his clothed erection and rubbing ever so slowly. His hips practically jumped at the opportunity to get some friction, and he was humping your hand like a dog in heat.
You licked over his pulse point again, and softly caressed his chest with your free hand, grtting him even closer to cumming.
As soon as he was so close, just right there, you stopped again. His whine was louder this time, and he was crying softly. His tears started to soak the tie around his eyes and drip down his face. You kissed a few stray tears, your hands moving to fully unbutton his pants and pull them down.
The sight you were met with was incredible. Michael, tied to your shared bed, with his work clothes still on and his work tie blindfolding him, and his pretty cock so hard and achy. The tip was red and very sensitive by this point, from the (mild) amount of edging.
"Gosh, you're beautiful like this Michael, y'know that?" You muttered, eyes staring at him in amazement. Your fans just barely audible beneath your skin.
"C'mon, say it, Michael. Say you're beautiful when you're all tied up for me. When you're so needy all for me." You voice wasnt harsh or stern, but it was definitely demanding. His cock twitched when you spoke and another round of tears rolled down his pink cheeks.
"I-" he was panting and nearly braindead, making it hard for him to speak properly, slurring his words together.
"I- 'm beautiful when I- ah- 'm all tied up and needy f'you" he managed out between gasps, embarrassment evident on his face.
You muttered a string of 'good boy's and 'so perfect's in response, your hands sliding to his dick to pump his cock properly, the sheer amount of pre leaking from his swollen tip was enough to lubricate it quite well.
His hips stuttered, his body barely keeping it together to not cum immediately from your touch and soft words. You grinned, his body was always so reactive when he was like this.
You pumped his cock faster, rubbing the tip a little extra every now and then. You could feel he was about to cum, and he managed a soft 'm gonna cum' before he actually did. Sorta. As soon as he started to cum you removed your hands completely, ruining any orgasm he would've had. He was nearly sobbing by this point, wanting to cum so so badly.
"Please, please, please, let me cum, I've been so good i promise." He begged you, his words sounding like music to your ears.
"You wanna cum? You wanna cum properly?" Your voice sounded malicious but he wanted it so badly.
"Yes, yes. Please. I need to so badly" His words were separated by heavy pants and soft sniffles. He was so desperate to cum and have your hands wrapped around his dick.
Your hands made their way back to his aching sticky cock. Slowly spitting to add some more lubrication you began to pump up and down. His soft whines and whimpers turned to full blown pornographic moans.
You sped up, your hands making sure to target his tip every now and then. He wasnt forming coherent sentences anymore, just blabbering absolutely nothing of meaning as you stroked his cock. He came pretty quickly, his hips tensing and fucking up into your hands, the hot strings of cum covering several things.
You stroked him through his high, and eventually slowed to give him a small break
Only a small one tho.
It was almost immediately after that you focused completely on his tip, polishing it with your hands. His body shook and he yelped in surprise. He moaned and whined about his being overstimulated.
Your hands went back to stroking the shaft while your warm mouth came down to lick and suck on his aching tip, his mind going conpletely blank from the pleasure.
He was cumming almost immediately, he never stood a chance against your mouth. You pulled off right before and resorted to stroking him through his orgasm again.
When you pulled away, Michael was a mess. He was covered in cum, tears, and spit. All his own. Maybe some of your spit on his pretty cock tho.
He was panting heavily and whimpering from the aftershocks of his second real orgasm. You chuckled before untying his wrists and removing the blindfold. His eyes were unfocused and barely looking at you when you removed them. When he did look at you, he got this goofy, lovesick smile on his face. It was his way of saying thank you when he was so brain dead from cumming like that.
You kissed him softly on the forehead and went to go get him some water and run a bath. Ofc youd help him bathe, and then hed be off to bed in your arms. You were taking off work the next day anyways, so sleeping in wasnt a bad idea. It meant that you got to cuddle with your adorable boyfriend under the warm covers.
A/N: I wrote this in like and hour from like 7 ish this morning. I did not sleep last night. But this felt important to write instead of attempting to sleep. Plz send requests guys I have no ideas anymore bro 🙏 also ty for the support! I appreciate everyone that reads my fics!
Movie!William Afton x Partially animatronic reader
Plot: who's she
If you havent read the previous parts go read them, thats the only way this'll make any sense. Also should I write something about the logistics of reader making themselves into basically a cyborg? Like an origin story? Or should that be left to yalls imaginations?
Part 3/? SMUT
Content warnings: obsessive/possessive behavior, (its william what do you expect), wires are pulled (literally), gonna be freaky as always, smut obviously, fingering, genitals not mentioned as always, dom william sub reader, maybe a bit of choking, raw btw, kinda breeding almost? ALSO he is mean, and makes you take way more than you can, and he talks you through the pain
He was so close, you could feel his breath against you
His breath fanned over your neck and what was left of your chest, his face barely inches away from your currently open chest cavity
His hand reached out, almost shaking, towards your chest, his fingers twitching in anticipation. Almost as if waiting for you to stop him.
But you didnt, of course you didnt. You hadn't had a single person touch you in ages, you were so starved of touch. So was he.
Your skin felt like it was on fire just from the anticipation, your need growing with every passing second
His grin never faltered, only changing to an almost feverish one, his eyes widened and staring at you
The real you
His hands finally met you mechanical parts, a shudder running through you as his fingers made contact with some very sensitive wires
(when implementing them, you got them mixed with the nerves flowing to your *ahem* genitals)
Your shudder did not go unnoticed by him, his eyes drifting to your face that was now contorted slightly.
His grin faltered for just a moment before returning, this time with different intentions. Initially, his grin was to scare you. To have control. Now? He couldn't help but smile at how cute and pliable youd become.
His fingers ran along your wires slowly, just barely brushing his nails against the wires.
Your eyes shut and you inhaled sharply, the feeling almost overwhelming after not getting any attention in recent years.
His other hand trailed down, grazing against your hip, then moving lower until right above your crotch.
His right hand tugged lightly on the wires, his left finally making contact and rubbing you slowly through your pants.
You let out a soft gasp, the combined feelings making your head spin.
His eyes trailed down your body, drinking in the sight of you. His head moved, slowly at first, then quickly to your neck, his mouth quickly latching on with soft kisses and small hickeys.
He was enjoying every noise you made, his mouth and hands making you feel so good. His erection was steadily growing, the tightness in his pants almost painful.
His hand moved to you hips, pulling you to lay flat on your back with you legs wrapped around his waist, his clothed boner rubbing against your crotch so slowly.
A noise, something akin to a plead left you, asking him to please, please stuff you full.
He had your pants and underwear off in what felt like seconds, and his were being quickly shoved down just enough to get his cock out.
You begging him to fill you up so well made him even harder (somehow) and he couldn't resist something so cute.
He grinned down at you, begging to be filled by the man who kidnapped you, locked you in a room and left you with nothing for 8 days after misbehaving.
He knew youd become all his soon, youd be so good for him, but he didnt think it'd be this quick, he thought you had more fight.
He spit down on your aching hole, slowly shoving a finger inside to prep you slightly
(he didnt really care to prep you, you were already begging him, you could deal with any pain, right?)
As he pumped his finger in and out, your noises got louder, and so he added another finger, moving agonizingly slowly.
After a couple minutes of fucking you with his fingers he pulled them out, spitting on his cock and lining himself up.
He didnt really care if you could take it or not, you would learn to take it, youre all his arent you? You can take it, in time.
He didnt wait for really any confirmation, but you nodded anyways when he began to push inside you.
He was big thats for sure, just the tip was in and the stretch was already a bit too much. He was even thicker the further down you go, so youd be in for a lot.
He slowly pushed deeper and deeper, his cock dragging against your walls so well.
You were too tight for him to get far (which is why you should always prep) so he slowly pulled in and out of you what he could, every vein catching and making it 10 times better
With every agonizingly slow thrust into you he pushed himself deeper into your warm hole, his cock pushing you to take more and more.
You felt like you were going insane, his soft grunts and groans adding to all the sensations to your body, his hands gripping your hips that held you against his cock.
It felt like forever, but eventually he pulled all the way out, only to fuck himself into you fully all in one thrust.
Once he was buried to the hilt inside you, you practically squealed from the pain. He laughed at your face contorted in pain and pleasure, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.
"Aww, is it too much bunny? Am I too big for you baby?" His words were mocking and cruel.
You nodded slightly. It was too much for you.
"Youll learn to take it like a good slut. C'mon you know you can take it. Just be a good little bunny for me and take it." His hips moved slowly, fucking in and out.
The tears in your eyes were now flowing down your face, his cock dragging against your insides making you squirm, the stretch being overwhelming.
"Just relax bunny, you can take it. Breathe. In." His cock moved out of you. "And out." And he pushed right back in, over and over.
After a few minutes of you crying, him mocking you lovingly, and him fucking you so slowly it made your head spin, the stretch didnt hurt anymore, and it felt so much better.
You voice picked up with every new thrust, the feelings of pleasure growing.
His right hand came up to your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing lightly, his hips picking up the pace.
With every slap of his balls against your ass, another squelching noise cam from between you two, the dirty noises and his hand around your neck making you feel incredible.
His hips maintained a medium pace, but he started plowing into you harder and harder, his cock hitting so deep inside you.
His left hand moved up your stomsch and back to your chest cavity, pulling and grazing wires. The feelings making you see stars.
His smile returned, right before his mouth came to your lips, kissing you deeply. His tongue finding its way into your mouth, he wanted to taste you fully. He wanted to devour every inch of you.
His hips snapped against yours over and over for what felt like hours (it was 20 minutes)
You felt yourself coming to your high quickly.
"Are you gonna cum bunny? C'mon, cum for me." His voiced echoed in your ears and you felt yourself cumming. And hard. Your vision was momentarily blackened when you came and you felt incredible.
Your sweet hole pulsed around his cock when you came, sending shockwaves through Williams body. He was cumming almost immediately after you, emptying himself into you fully.
He rocked his hips slowly through both your highs, his dick twitching inside of you.
He slowed to a stop after a few minutes, pulling out of you slowly.
He watched in awe as his seed dripped out of you.
Seeing you so full of him made his heart beat harder, you were truly his now.
It made his dick twitch and harden again. He wanted to see you so stuffed full of his cum to you wouldn't be able to think of anything else.
You were not sleeping. Or walking. For a while.
Hope this was okay, I think i did pretty good. Tell me what yall think!
Movie!Michael Afton who cant keep his head out from between your legs. Nsfw hcs
Movie!Michael Afton x reader (gn, no pronouns or specified genitalia)
Content warnings: maybe mild cnc, hed never do anything you weren't okay with tho, Michael is a freak (twin)(so are you), kinda mild possessiveness, thats expected tho (if I missed anything lmk)
Movie!Michael Afton who cant help himself, you just look so cute when you're crying from just his mouth
He can't help himself, you just taste so good
He'll overstimulate you for hours, he'll only stop if you beg him (he still might not, just so you can hear you beg him more. Unless you use a safeword or smth then he will stop)
If you want a break youll have to pry him off (you will not be getting a break im so sorry)
He's spent his whole life being ignored and rejected by everyone around him, so just let him have this </3
If hes laying down then hes rutting his hips against whatever hes laying on (couch, bed, ground, he doesnt care)
If hes on his knees then hell rut against your leg like a dog in heat
He just loves you so much, and youre all his, which makes him so so hard <3
He will cream his pants (multiple times) just from giving you head
Because of his (family/daddy) issues I feel like hed either be dead silent or super whiny in bed, no inbetween
If hes whiny, then the vibrations against all your sweet spots will make you go crazy, whether if its in a good way or a bad way is up to you
And if hes quiet? You get to be embarrassed at all the delicious wet noises coming from between your legs, and maybe MAYBE sometimes get to hear the cutest whimpers from him
Will give you head almost anytime, only at home tho (maybe a private room or bathroom if hes really pent up and yall are in public), never when hes at work tho (dead children dont need to see that guys, stop fucking in freddys)
He has some issues letting go once hes latched on, so if you try to pull away bc its a bit too much expect him to wrap his arms around your legs/hips and pull you back down on to him
Bites your thighs (i dont make the rules guys)
Leaves soooo many hickeys too, loves thinking about your thighs being purple (THE MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER?) and red from his little love bites, gets him hard in the worst places
(hes fighting for his life to not have Charlotte sick the toys on him, or killing some random person that stumbled into Freddy's and hes absolutely rock hard just thinking about you)
Will wake you up after his shift by pulling down your underwear and moving your clothes out of his way so he can get his mouth on you instantly
And if some guy/girl talked to you, or worse flirted with you, then hes gonna be extra mean
You wont be walking straight for a while after that
(If its were up to him? You'd never walk straight again.)
(Why do you guys think his jaw looks so good, its bc hes blowing you all the time, duh)
His jaw muscles and tongue work go crazy, hes gotten very good
If hes given the chance to use a vibrator on you at the same time? You wont go to work the next day, sorry pookie(s)
Yeah hes a FREAK with an oral fixation
A/N: he also uses his tongue to basically choke you while youre kissing sometimes, he loves the noises you make
I've been thinking about this basically all day in class, college is boring af but its still kicking my ass. Sorry for the lack of posts. And for being horny on main
Platonic! Yandere! Vanessa x partial animatronic!gn!reader
Blurb! Might make a full oneshot later.
A/N: gonna do some small oneshots this week, gotta get back into writing lol.
Content warnings: stalking, thoughts of kidnapping, possessive behavior
The air was cool, and the sky was dark. The stars overhead shined so brightly, making it hard to focus on anything other than them.
Your cars engine rumbled to life when you turned the key, your shift starting as a delivery driver.
You had driven these routes several times, many of the roads became familiar to you very quickly. You had several houses you regularly delivered to, their faces becoming easy to recognize.
There was one house you had become very familiar with almost immediately after getting this job.
It was a quaint home, not very big, but seemed nice enough. A woman lived there, she was always so nice to you when she spoke to you at the door. Her expression was always soft and caring, it was kind.
She always looked so happy to see you, even though you were just delivering food to her house. You never really thought too much about it, you just thought she was trying to be nice. Perhaps you thought it was pity for some poor delivery driver, you weren't entirely sure either.
What you didnt know was that she had been watching. Watching from afar, anytime she caught even a glimpse of you in public shed watch. She'd follow, slowly and quietly, not noticeable enough to get your attention. Although she wanted your attention so much. She wanted you to look at her. To see her for who she was.
You were just so young, and nice. You always had that bright smile she adored, and you were just... so much like Michael. When he was younger he always had that same bright smile. You were just like a younger sibling to her. And she lived you as such.
She was so concerned for you, you shouldnt have to work, especially considering you were just a baby in her eyes. I mean, what if something happened to you, if you got hurt, or worse. She wanted nothing more than to just take you away from everything, from all the horrible people. She wanted to protect her baby sibling.
But she couldn't do anything. Not yet at least. So for now she would just sit and watch. And follow. And protect you from the shadows. Being a cop really came in handy sometimes.
A/N: i know this was short, but im trying to ease myself back into writing. And I need more ideas. Hope this was acceptable.
A/N: could be read as platonic or romantic technically. Springbonnie will be referred to as springhare bc its supposed to be the readers rendition of springbonnie after going to Freddy's (with the toy animatronics, similar timeline to the movies) when they were a kid. They became like william afton just minus the murder.
Content warnings: none for this first fic really.
Pt: 1/?
Bright lights. Loud music. The sound of people talking and kids laughing. Those were some of the best memories you had.
You remembered your first time in the restaurant like it was yesterday. All the noise, the visuals. Best of all the animatronics. The 4 of them were so incredible. A mastery of robotics. You remember the Toys so well. Their shiny outer shells. Their plastics eyes. You were amazed.
Insipered, even.
You remembered seeing a bright yellow bunny, beckoning you into the employee only part of the restaurant, with promises of toys and candy. You were pulled away from him by another child. You can't remember her name.
What you could remember, however, was how incredible the yellow bunny was. How his joints moved so smoothly (you'd never know it, but there was a person inside of it.)
You had to stop going after that. Apparently someone was hurt. Was dead. You couldn't believe it had to close. The only place you truly felt at home - around mechanical animals singing to you.
Your family moved, worried for your safety. You weren't around for the second building. And you never heard talk of the incident that happened there. Your parents shielded you from that. Kept you happy with what memories you did have.
You grew up dreaming of the yellow bunny you saw. You tried and tried to recreate him with what you could find. Never really making much.
Then college came. Of course you went into engineering, why wouldn't you. It was your dream of course. The way things were made. The way they moved. It was all so fascinating.
Your true intentions were never spoken of. Not to your friends. Not to your family. Not a soul knew what you really wanted.
You wanted him. The yellow bunny you remember so fondly. You wanted him to be real once more.
You graduated, got a job at some retail store that paid just fine, and begged a friend to let you live with them so you could afford your 'project'.
You gathered materials periodically, spending all your money on your project, and a small amount for rent for your friend (They said they don't need it, but you feel bad for not contributing more.)
Over the course of several months of work, several prototypes and one too many injuries, you did it. You made him. You had finally, finally brought your dream to life with your own hands.
And you couldn't be more disappointed.
Something was wrong with the code, or maybe the wiring was wrong. Perhaps the servos were dead, or something else was going wrong. He didn't move when you turned him on. He didn't spring to life like you thought he would. Like You had hoped.
His fuzzy body remained still. His eyes dark and lifeless. Your disappointment grew whith every failed repair.
You went to your room, your eyes drooping with exhaustion and your mind blank. You tossed and turned in your bed that night, your failure eating at you. When you finally passed out, it was close to 1 in the morning.
You woke up to yelling, your friend calling for you from the kitchen, their voice shaky and panicked.
"Get down here! What the hell is that thing?!"
You rushed to the kitchen, your mind racing, not knowing what they could be talking about. You rounded the corner, coming face to face with your friend.
"What the hell did you make in my garage?!"
They pointed to the garage door, which was slightly ajar. You began to explain yourself. Explain your project, slowly wandering towards the open door. When you turned to face the door again, you noticed a face.
His face.
The yellow rabbits eyes stared directly into yours. He was crouched behind the door to be at eye level with you. His ears seemed to perk up at the sight of you, his jaw hanging open in that signature 'animatronic smile'.
You backed up, startled by the fact that he was moving. Startled by the fact that he was working at all.
He moved closer to you, his hand reaching out to graze your cheek lightly. You froze, his cold animatronic hand was hard, but strangely gentle.
His body clicked as he moved, standing fully in the kitchen, his hand still lingering on your cheek. Your roomate stared up at him in terror, before shaking their head and walking to the front door.
"I dont know what the hell you just made in my garage, but I need to go to work."
And with that, they headed out, still bewildered.
A/N: hope this was okay. Im not used to doing fics, and id like to write more oneshots n stuff.
REWRITTEN! Steve Raglan x Partial animatronic!gn!reader
Part 2/?
A/n: this is part 2 of this series (idk how long itll be), because I better start the year off strong with a fic. I want to write more this year, so give me ideas! Also should I write more nsfw? I feel like i could get out a couple oneshots, or integrate then into the story, lmk.
Bit of a shorter fic, but will have smut in the next part w/ William.
Content warnings: stalking, kidnapping (both only mentioned as previous actions), obsessive and possessive behavior, Michael is enamored but not into you romantically, readers slowly losing it tbh, uncomfortable amount of smiling mentioned
To pick up where I left off with the other one, you were now trapped in Mr. Raglans home.
The room you were in was cold, with only a bed and a small closet that was empty.
You'd been there for a week or so now.
William and Michael would probably try to give you food at first, and when you keep misbehaving they stop
William definitely pesters you frequently, asking about why you were stealing
You never told him
He knew youd cave eventually
Especially when he stops giving you food and water
Maybe he'll have to spank you if you keep misbehaving.
It had been 8 days now. 8 days since you last had water or food. You were hungry for sure, but you were so incredibly thirsty. It was painful how dry your throat was.
You could hear movement somewhere in the house. Shoes clicking against hardwood echoed through the halls.
You always heard them, but they hadn't entered your room for 8 whole days, leaving you completely alone. You had debated calling out to them, but you resisted the urge. You didnt want them to think you were weak, and you wanted to escape.
Thats when you noticed to footsteps getting closer to your room. Perhaps they were coming in to hurt you. Or perhaps they finally remembered you were here and were coming to feed you. You hoped it was the latter.
The footsteps stopped outside your door. You looked towards it with dim eyes. The door slowly opened, revealing Mr. Raglan (who you've finally been told is actually named William). He was smiling, much like he always did.
His smile made you sick. It only reminded you what he did. He took you away. Away from your friends, your family. Away from everything.
He entered your room fully now. His eyes trailed over your body, your dirty clothes clinging to you loosely.
"How are you feeling today? Are you finally gonna talk?"
His words were soft, but his demeanor felt dangerous. Like if you didnt listen he really would hurt you.
You didnt say anything, you simply thought over your choices. For the sake of self preservation, you nodded, avoiding his overwhelming gaze.
He eyed you carefully, his face contorting to one you couldn't read. Not like you really ever could read him, it was always so difficult.
He walked towards you, pulling you up to your feet and pushing you to sit on the bed. He stood in front of you, staring holes into you. You began to speak slowly
"It... might be better if I just show you."
Your voice was shaky, and you slowly shifted your shirt off. As you moved your hands to open your chest cavity, William leaned in closer to you. He was close enough that you could feel his breath fanning over your face.
Close enough to feel the heat radiating off of his body. Close enough to feel his eyes on you. Close enough to-
Oopsie. Guess youll just have to read the next part (when I write it) sorry for not writing much, college is lowkey kicking my ass.
@abyssfae I hope this is better than what I previously write bc i hated the fic before this rewrite.
Very sorry for the lack of posts, I've been dealing with some medical problems lately and havent had energy to do anything. Should be back soon hopefully
A/N: This was commented on a previous post in the partial animatronic reader series. (I guess its a series now?) Comment from my biggest fan rn (and my fav) tyyy @abyssfae , I hope the fic is up to your standards.
Separate from the first couple fics, but is in a similar 'universe'. This fic will have reader going through something similar to Mike Schmidt in the movie, bc the job market sucks, and this doesnt follow the movie events. Also happy holidays everyone!
Content Warnings: stalking, possessive and obsessive behavior, kidnapping, reader is getting one attribute from op (desire to steal, cmon we're all a little kleptomaniac ish right guys) and overall Mr willy is a FREAK (thats where his son gets it from), oh and an uncomfortable amount of smiling mentioned. Its important to the lore i promise.
To start, this is obviously not the same as the first 2 works in this series, the reader isnt meeting Michael first, but William first.
You caught his eye. You were both sitting in Mr. Raglans office. He was telling you you probably wouldn't be able to get a job considering your history.
You got up, thanking him for his time when he stopped you. You were near the doorway, with his hand wrapping around your wrist. His smile faltered for only a moment.
He half dragged you to sit back down. He could tell there was something off about you, the way you moved, the way your breathing was so. Robotic.
He pushed his hair back after getting you both sat down. He took a moment to gather his thoughts. When he spoke again, he told you of a security position.
An old building, with some animatronics inside. The word caught your attention and you agreed without much of a second thought.
As he gave you the details, you only half listened to him. Your mind was wandering. Wondering if you could get some replacement parts.
Mr. Afton took note of the far away look in your eyes, as well as the facial expression you had.
After what felt like forever, your first shift was about to begin. You adjusted your uniform, making sure everything felt alright.
As you drove over, you felt almost excited to get to the job site. You hadn't heard of the place before, you certainly never went there. But you hadn't lived in the area long, so you never really could've.
Something you didnt expect, was your career counselor being at the job site as well. Maybe it was a check in? Or perhaps he was here to show you around. Yeah, that had to be it, nothing else. Right?
As you got out of your car, you looked to the door where Mr. Raglan was standing, holding the door open, waiting for you. He seemed almost...too happy you were there. It also seemed odd, since it was so late in the evening.
As you got up to the door, it seemed like his smile just got wider. He greeted you, his smile never fading.
"Good to see you made it on time, most wouldn't even show up at all!" He laughed. His laugh sent shivers down your spine, it made you feel. Off.
"Yeah, well, I do need the job." Your laugh felt forced, but you thought you hid it well enough. You didnt, it was obvious on your face. You were uncomfortable. Who wouldn't be, what he was doing was odd.
He let it slide, though, he would get rid of you just like the rest. So it didnt matter what he did or didnt pay you.
He led you inside, slowly walking beside you. His smile felt fake after so long of it being perfectly plastered onto his face. He would mention small things around the restaurant every now and then. Giving you small history facts about the building.
Once he got you to the office, he explained your job a little more thoroughly. Keep an eye on the cameras, make sure the animatronucs are fine, and make sure nobody comes into the building.
Once he was done, you expected him to bid you goodnight or good luck, and then leave. But he didnt. He stood there waiting for any questions, or perhaps he waited for any response. You were such a strange person to him after all.
"Well, thank you for showing me around and everything, but shouldnt you be heading out now?" You inquired, your head tilting slightly to the side.
To him you looked just like a puppy. His eyes found yours and he was silent for a moment.
"Of course, I hope your first night goes well."
The glint in his eyes didnt go unnoticed. You didnt know what emotion he was feeling but something was off.
And with that he was off, heading out the front doors without another word.
Your first night went about as well as it could. You did some housekeeping. Cleaning up where you could, picking up trash here and there. Once your shift was over, you headed out, making sure to lock up behind you. You couldn't help but notice a purple car parked partially behind the building as you left, but you tried to ignore it.
The next day as you pulled in for your shift, you noticed there was a lack of Mr. Raglan there, so you headed inside. Your night was normal, more picking up, cleanings things and checking the cameras. But something felt off, you felt like your were being watched all night.
You finally slipped into the parts and service room. Thats when you spotted it, and old endoskeleton that didnt seem to be in use. Which meant in your eyes: free real estate. You got to work quickly, taking parts you already knew you needed to replace. You tried to take only a little bit, as you didnt want to get in trouble with your new employer.
You slipped out and went back to the office, checking over the cameras once more before your shift ended and you left. Once you were home.
You had been looking into the history, wanting to know more about the restaurant. You had found old newspapers from a previous restaurant in the same franchise seemingly. Thats when you had also found an ad for a free tour of the building from the current security guard for that building. You wondered several things, about why they had a security guard at all, about whether this guard was also working for Mr. Raglan.
Yoy booked a tour. Maybe you could ask the guard about Mr. Raglan.
Your tour was booked for saturday, your first day off for the new job. So you waited, patiently going through your shifts like normal. Each day you felt as though someone were following you. Watching you.
When the day came for the tour, you were excited, but also nervous. You pulled up to the decrepit looking building and got out of your car. The old sign was decaying and everything was covered in thick plant life, as though the building hadn't been touched in years, you were sure it hadn't. Your staring was cut short when a man around your age came into view.
He said to call him Michael, that he would be your tour guide. His dark brown hair was parted in the middle and pushed back, making him look...strange.
His smile felt...familiar.
He led you through the establishment, mentioning the little details around the restaurant that made it unique. As you walked, you felt more and more uneasy. You stopped while he was still talking, when he heard the lack of footsteps behind him he turned around, still smiling.
You finally recognized where youd seen that smile before. Finally you spoke.
"Do you...know Mr. Raglan?"
You voice shook slightly, only from how nervous you were. Not because you were scared ofc.
His smile fell for a moment. Only for a moment.
"Well, he is my employer, considering he's charge of both the old restaurants. How...do you know about him?"
When you explained that you were the nightguard for the other building, and that Mr. Raglan had shown up on your first night, his smile fully dropped. You explained that you had been seeing a car behind the building and that you felt like you were being watched. He seemed to be listening so intently.
He cut the tour short, said it would be best if you went home. As you were walking out the door he called out.
"Youll be fine, im sure everything's alright, perhaps its the odd hours messing with you."
When you turned to look at him, he was smiling again. That same smile that Mr. Raglan always had.
You returned home to think, you knew that something was off, the eay he acted when you had mentioned Mr. Raglan, and the way he was talking about the restaurant was so. Odd. What you didnt know was that Michael decided to speak to Mr. Raglan. Or should I say William.
Michael thought you were strange, the way you moved. The way you spoke. He didnt expect his father to be so...enamored with you. When he brought you up to William, his father tensed, interrogating Michael as to how he knew you.
When Michael said you had gone on a tour at the old restaurant, William seemed to freeze. Williams thoughts were running, would you figure everything out? Would you tell the police that he was being strange? Would you leave?
He couldn't have that. You couldn't leave. Not when William was so close to finding out what your deal was. Why parts of the old endo was going missing. He had to make you stay.
That night, you were working on replacing some old wires in your chest when you felt it. The air felt colder, and you felt eyes watching you. You were in your own home, but you felt like you were in a foreign building. Like an abandoned hospital or something.
You got up to close the nearby curtains at the windows, your hand still holding the wires in your chest. Thats when you noticed it. The same purple car you had seen parked behind the Freddy's building was parked on the street outside of your house. You closed the curtains quickly. You sat back down, your breath was shallow and you heart felt like it was racing despite it being mechanical.
Outside, William had been watching when he saw the wires in your chest before you had shoved the curtain closed. Thats it. Thats why parts were going missing, but now he was in too deep. He had to make sure you couldn't leave, he had to know more.
As you finished up repairing your wires, you began to clean up your work station when you heard a small creaking in the hallway. Your head shot up and you backed away from the door, looking for a weapon. You wouldn't take chances. A small footstep in the hallway, then another and another getting closer to the door. They stopped just outside of the door to the room you were in.
You held your breath, your thoughts going a million times faster. The door handle began to open, and you felt around for anything to defend yourself. You didnt expect to ever have a house invader, so you were unprepared.
What you were also unprepared for? The door opening only to reveal your career counselor, Mr. Raglan, standing in your house.
You let out a breath, knowing it wasnt a normal home intruder, but before you could ask him what on earth he was doing there, he moved towards you. He was fast, and before you knew it a metal pipe made contact with your head. You should've looked to see what he was holding.
When you came to, you were in a strange room, one you didnt recognize. At the foot of the bed was Mr. Raglan, and in the corner of the room was Michael.
"What the fu-?" You groaned, a wave of pain going through your head. You definitely had a nasty bruise.
"Welcome home." Was all Mr. Raglan said, that same smile plastered on his face like a mask. Michael had a similar smile, although his felt more forced.
Oopsie, I have the worst writers block. This will probably be a multi part series for this one bc I want to so yeah. Idk exactly how to take the story, like if it should veer close to how I have the Michael x pa!gn!reader fics, or if it should take a different route. I want it to be heavy on Mr willy x reader obvi but yeah idk. Lmk. And plz send me more ideas guys plzplzplz
Movie!Michael Afton x Partial animatronic!gn!reader
Nsfw
A/N: Mix of Fluff and Smut, genitals not mentioned for reader, reader is a sub, Michael is kinda soft Dom. William only mentioned briefly at the beginning, although I could do another fic with my other fav weirdo. (Or springtrap/pittrap, I love them as well)
Content Warnings: Obsessive/mildly possessive behavior, smut, stalking, dacryphilia (hes a FREAK), he will be messing with your wires. Also his house is a shoes on in the house kinda household. Mentions reader wearing lingerie/lace underwear. Also i dont know that Michael knows what a condom is.
To the few ppl that saw this earlier, I didnt mean to post this, oopsie
Michael came home after work, his father wasnt home for once, so he finally had some alone time with you.
He got home, walking inside to silence. He figured you were upstairs in your room.
He crept upstairs slowly, doing his best to not make any noise.
He stood, listening for a moment. He heard music coming from your room, and he crept towards your door. He stood outside the door for a moment. Eventually he opened the door just a crack, making sure not to make any noise.
When he looked inside, he saw you, laying back. Lounging in your bed. Your shared bed. His breath hitched when he saw you. You were always so incredible.
His eyes drifted up and down your body. He took in every curve, every spot and any imperfections. He didnt think they were imperfections, he thought all of you was perfect.
He felt so dirty watching you like this. His perverted eyes trailing across your body, undressing every inch of you with his eyes. You were wearing your house clothes, and you looked so relaxed compared to how he typically saw you.
His right hand trailed down, grazing over his work uniform and jacket, then down to his jeans. The palm of his hand moved in slow, meaningful circles at the front of his jeans. He covered his mouth, keeping in all of the soft noises and heavy breaths the left him.
His eyes flutter in bliss, watching you in such a mundane, no domestic, situation all while he was palming himself through his jeans made him feel so. Dirty. He felt almost like a predator, hunting its sweet, innocent prey.
His eyes widen, feeling himself grow harder by the second. His hands trembled, and his breathing got heavier. He felt so incredible but he felt like he couldn't take it anymore.
He wanted to touch you. To feel your skin against his, to smell your incredible scent. To make you feel as though you only need him to fulfill all your needs.
He knew you were needy, he had heard you touching yourself previously.
He watched obviously, he wanted to see hoe you pleased yourself.
He almost revealed himself at one point, after hearing you mutter his name once. He nearly came right then and there.
But today felt different, he felt as though he truly needed you this time. He needed every inch of you.
He removed his hands, slowly sliding them into the doorway, your eyes widening as he pushed the door open and practically threw himself into the room. He slammed the door behind him, his chest heaving. Your eyes trailed down until you saw what was wrong, the large bulge in his pants keying you in to his problem.
You stood, but he quickly pushed you down. He was on top of you in almost an instant, his hands holding your wrists down. He looked so deeply into your eyes.
"Please...I need you. So badly." He half begged. The problem was not ritting against your thigh. When you said yes, when you gave him conformation you wanted to continue, he kissed you. His lips were dry and cracked, but when he kissed you, you felt like he was so soft and warm.
His tongue slipped its way into your mouth, tasting as much of you as he could. He moved, kissing down your jaw, then down your neck slowly. His tongue licked over your pulse, feeling your heart quicken.
He sucked a small hickey over the spot, feeling your breaths get quicker, the mechanical hum of your heart whirring under your chest.
Suddenly he bit, hard enough to make you bleed. His tongue lapped up the blood like it was the sweetest nectar hes ever tasted, to him it was. His mouth moved to make more hickeys and bite marks, relishing the noises slipping from you.
When he looked up he noticed small tears in your eyes and somehow got more intense. His hands were moving across your stomach, your hips, everywhere he could reach. Finally they made their way up your shirt, removing the article of clothing by pretty much tearing it off. Hed buy you another, don't you worry your pretty little head.
His mouth went down your chest and stomach, slowly kissing towards where you needed him the absolute most. His hands lingered on your waistline. But you were quicker, pushing your hands up to removed his jacket and shirt. He let you and soon you were both removing your pants.
His belt was off after some struggle, and yet you easily slipped your comfortable house pants off. His eyes practically lit up at the sight of your underwear. You were wearing this deep purple lingerie underwear he had bought for you, when you first were brought here. When he got he all he could imagine was fucking you senseless in them. And now he could.
His pants were off in seconds and so was his underwear, letting his cock out at full length.
He pushed you down on the bed. His left hand came to the front of your underwear, rubbing slow, teasing circles into all the right spots.
His right hand opened your chest, the tears streaming down your very pink face glistened in the light. His right hand moved slowly, teasing brushes against your gears and a light tug on a wire here and there, all that accompanied with his left hand, being oh so slow in its movements left you nearly sobbing, the pleasure driving you insane.
It wasnt until his left hand slipped under your underwear and slowly began to pump into your aching hole did you let out a loud moan. The smile on his face isnt something youd ever forget. It was merciless and yet so loving it nearly had you melting.
His left hand was so slow, and his right hand was caressing your in such good ways. You felt yourself getting looser, more comfortable. It felt like forever (it was 20 minutes of foreplay) before he finally shifted to line himself up. His tip was leaking precum, all from listening to your cute noises and feeling you and smelling you. He kissed you, before asking you so softly 'Can I please fuck you?' Like a starved man asking for food.
When you nodded, uttering a quiet 'yes', he pushed into you. He was big, even with all the foreplay and stretching he still stretched you enough to make it sting. When he noticed your tears, he slowed his movements. He didnt want to hurt you. At least not like that. When you gave him to go ahead to continue, he pushed until he was fully inside you.
His eyes rolled back into his head, the bliss of feeling you all around him was incredible. He felt like he might cum right then and there. He had to hold off though, for you of course.
He waited until you told him it didnt hurt, and he slowly moved his hips. When you moaned, loudly might I add, his hips stuttered and he could barely keep himself from fucking you stupid. All he wanted was to make you cum so many times that you couldn't think. Or walk. Maybe his father would leave you alone then.
He started moving quicker and quicker, his hips slamming into yours over and over again. The sounds of moans and skin slapping against skin filled the house. He maintained himself decently until you said it. His name. You moaned it so beautifully, it sounded so natural. He lost his composure, pushing your legs up and holding the backs of your knees, keeping you in a cruel mating press. He plowed into you, hitting the best spots inside of you.
His right hand let your leg rest on his shoulder, moving his hand to wrap your wires around his fingers, making you actually see stars.
With a couple more soft tugs and yanks of wires you were right there. His cock hit just the right spot inside you to make you cum, your body trembling and you moaning out his name so nicely. He came almost immedietly upon hearing his name slip from your mouth.
Him warm cum filled you so well, and slowly he his hips stuttered and stalled to a stop. He rested his forehead against yours in utter bliss. He slowly pulled out after a moments rest.
He walked out of the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. After a moment, you heard the water running in the bathroom. He came back with a warm damp washcloth, removing your underwear that was now soiled, and cleaning you up.
Once he was done he picked you up and brought you to the bathroom where the bathtub was filling with hot water. Once it was done filling, he set you into the tub slowly. He slipped in behind you and hugged around your waist. He brushed your hair away from your forehead and smiled like an idiot in love all while taking care of you.
Once you were bathed, and both of you clothed, he got you settled into bed and climbed in beside you. Michael turned off the lamp and wrapped around you, it was already decently early in the morning since he worked the night shift, but staying in bed today wouldn't hurt. Hed get up later and make you both something to eat.
He pushed his face into your soft hair, taking in your scent. He felt so at peace. With his darling in his arms. Hed never been so happy before, and he would always love to make you feel so good like this if youd just ask.
Neither of you left bed that day. And he was almost late to work because he didnt want to leave your side.
A/N: hope this was okay, I realized I accidentally posted it when it was still a draft so plz dont hate me. Love everyone for the support especially my goat @abyssfae (hope you dont mind the tag). Tell me what you think, and what could be improved. Also, im more than happy to take requests, so if you have an idea lmkkk.
More Movie! Michael Afton x Partially animatronic!gn!reader (with x william afton too)
A/N: haiii! Since people seemed to like the last post, im writing another one. More bullet list bc I cant write regular fics to save my life. In any case, this will center more around how Michael treats you after hes taken you, and there will be slight nsfw, nothing explicit but definitely implied.
Content warnings: obsessive behavior (michael), mention of william afton being possessive over kinda both of you, stalking, just not great behavior. Kinda somnophilia but not really. He's a freak, and I want him (dont we all?)
Michael is hiding, the bedroom door cracked open. He's standing in the hallway, hand over his mouth to keep his breathing quiet, his other hand down his pants
Michael is a freak
We all know this to be true, but to what extent is the real question
Once he has you in his home be aware you can never get privacy, all doors stay unlocked
And if you get a door locked he has the key. He will always be able to get to you
Michael loves watching you, watching you move, watching the way your eyes flutter shut sometimes when you're relaxing, or the way you smile softly when you see something you like
He tells you to keep your shirt off in the house, just so he can see your chest, the way it rises and falls with each soft breath, the way the opening to your chest sits against your skin, the metal shining in the light
He'll have you lay underneath him. Skin against skin, he will caress your skin until youre writhing beneath him, trying to get any more contact
Then he will just get up and walk away, making you beg him for more
And once you do, once those words come out of your mouth for anything, anything more.
He's done for, he will give you anything and everything you desire. Thats what you get for being so good for him.
He watches you from afar, standing a room over just staring at you doing tasks around the house. Once you caught him standing outside watching you through the windows, he just loves how it makes him feel. How uncomfortable it makes you
You were changing in your bedroom, wanting to get into more comfortable clothes. He was standing outside the door, watching you. The door was cracked ever so slightly. You didnt even know he was home
He had one hand over his mouth, making sure you didnt hear his fast and hard breaths. His other hand lingered close to his jeans, the aching getting worse.
He wouldn't touch himself, at least not now. He'd wait until you were asleep. Until he could stand at your bedside and watch your cute face. He would prefer you awake but he knows you dont understand his feelings yet.
He really loves when you cry. If he finds you crying, whether it be from not seeing your friends and family or because William was being harsh with you, he'd corner you, just so he could watch
William never let things go too far, you were also his after all.
Of course this didnt always stop Michael from spending way too long touching inside your chest. Feeling the wires interlaced between your ribs, the hum of the machinery in you.
He'd stare at your innards, just watching everything work. He was always so amazed with you. With your ability to live despite your circumstances. He was very bad at sharing you, because of how much he loved you
Once, he got home expecting to hear you moving around, speaking to yourself or working on something. But he came home to silence
He called out. Once. Twice. Then he dropped his things, moving quickly through the house. Entering the kitchen he saw a small note on the counter.
"Took our little bunny out for a surprise. Be back later." There was no signature, but he knew who wrote it. William
He knew he couldn't trust his father home alone with you. His favorite project.
Michael stayed home, he didnt know where either of you were and he didnt know when youd be back.
It was about another hour before you both returned.
You walked in first, with William trailing close behind you. You had a small plushie in your hands, while William held a few bags.
Michael rushed to you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards him. He checked you over quickly and made sure you were alright.
William rolled his eyes, setting down the bags and moving to hold your waist, his hands settling on your hips from behind
They would argue quietly when you weren't around, about how they should treat you.
Michael wanted to keep you as an obedient pet of sorts. William wanted to make you into something better. He would buy you things you like just to spoil you, completely overshadowing Michael
Michael didnt mind too much (liar) but he didnt like how much his father had taken a liking to you (hypocrite)
Michael pulled you away from his father, pulling you to your bedroom and yanking the plushie from your hands. He tossed it to the side and shoved you down to sit on the bed
He didnt want to be cruel to you, but he felt you were no longer in your place, and he had to correct you. He lectured you for what felt like forever, up until you were crying with those soft eyes of yours. He folded (like a lawn chair) and immediately went to pressing kisses to your face, practically drinking your tears.
He didnt stop until you were making such cute noises that he could barely contain himself.
Maybe he'd let William spoil you some more if this is what he got to see.
When Michaels father wasnt around he'd finally get alone time with you. He always adored how ecstatic you were to work on animatronics, he felt the same excitement working on you of course
He wouldn't force you to be a housemaid, but hed certainly give you nothing better to do so you would do it just so you had something to do.
Overall, Michael treats you like an adorable pet, and something to fix. William treats you like he would a spouse essentially, he needs a replacement after all.
A/N: how is this? Also lmk if yall want more nsfw or if yall would prefer fluff, im good with either
(Movie) Michael Afton x (partial)animatronic reader
A/N: reader is supposed to be primarily human, but with some part that are animatronic, the parts that are animatronic are keeping them alive. Gn!reader, but reader is implied to have a flat chest covered in scars due to an incident when they were a teen.
Doesn't rlly follow movie timeline, also mild reader x william afton. I love hate these freaks
Content warning: Obsessive behavior (michael), possessive behavior (william), kidnapping, kind of stalking, kind body gore but not rlly
Michael needed to continue his father's legacy
Needed to show his father he could be better than Vanessa, a better tool
He had to make his father proud somehow
He lured you into the old restaurant
A pizza delivery, ironically
He gave instructions to bring the pizza inside the building
When you entered, you slowly walked into the building, calling out to find the person who ordered the food
You crossed over the bridge into the restaurant, setting the pizza boxes down onto a nearby table, dust kicking up as you move
He had been behind you, stalking quietly
He had locked the front doors so you couldn't leave if you tried, he wanted to make sure this went to plan
You walked closer to the main stage, careful not to be too loud
Michael watched, creeping up behind you not making a single noise
A smile was plastered on his face
He moved right behind you, just as you had turned around
You practically jumped out of your skin at the sight of a strange man smiling while standing directly behind you
He would try to calm you down, even offer a tour of the old building, saying he watched over the place
If you agree his smile would grow slightly, and he'd lead you through the building
If you dont agree, and try to leave, he'd grab you, his smile fading, and he'd demand you stay
Either way hes showing you the animatronics.
When you see them up close, you notice some parts that you've been needing to replace within yourself
You put a hand over your chest, feeling the purr of the machinery pumping your heart and pushing air in and out of your lungs.
Michael notices your silence, your hand lingering on your chest, and the way you look at the animatronics
"They're not used anymore" he'd say, trying to gauge your reaction
You glanced to him, then back at the robot in front of you
"Will they be used for parts?" You asked all too shakily
"No, there are other animatronics for parts" and he'd lead you to the parts and service room, a hint of curiosity lacing his features
You walked with him, into an old room, seeing the 4 animatronics, practically demolished with how badly they'd all been damaged.
You would wander towards them, crouching down to touch them. Move fur or fabric to see the parts inside.
You slowly remove a part you know you need, Michael standing behind you and watching
As you stand, he grabs your wrist, holding you in place
"What do you need that for?" His words felt condescending, as though he didnt believe you even knew what that part did
As you try to find your words, your body reacts first, moving to unbutton your shirt, the red and white checkered uniform falling to your elbows as you move it
You open your chest cavity, the hatch that allows you to make repairs to yourself
You were shot several times with a shotgun a few years prior, you shouldnt have lived through it. Your heart and parts of your left lung were mechanical, they kept you alive. You had machines helping support your damaged bones and ribcage as well, your chest being mostly metal inside.
You made it yourself, you had dabbled with animatronics before (more than dabbled really, you loved working with them) and you kept yourself alive just barely long enough to put yourself back together. You had lost a lot of muscle tissue, and replaced it with machinery. You didnt know how you managed with it, but you did
He stared in awe, watching the pulsing of your fake heart and the subtle rise and fall of your lungs as you were barely breathing, you were terrified. You'd never shown anyone, bit if it would make this creep leave you be then so be it.
He reached out, softly caressing wires that laced between your ribs
The look on his face was one of curiosity, mild disgust, and amazement. It was beautiful, all these wires and metal parts
You were beautiful
You dont really remember what happened after that, everything blurs
He took you to his home, he wanted to keep you.
You became a sort of home project for him
He would leave to go to 'work' and come home and just stare at your innards, seeing what could be replaced or changed.
He wanted to make you better
If he made you into the perfect killing machine maybe his father would be proud
He initially took you because he wanted to make his father proud
Then slowly he got attached, keeping you there simply because he loved you, at least he believed he did
He didnt let you leave to get your things, instead going to your home (you lived with your parents) and taking everything you owned from your room while the house was empty
He didnt hurt you, at least not physically, he wouldn't want to damage your parts
He'd make you feel bad though, guilt tripping you so you wouldn't leave
Soon his father came around, wanting to see what his son had been doing with his life
When Michael spoke about you, he sounded ecstatic to tell his father, wanting his father to feel the same awe he did
When Michael saw the look on his father's face he felt like he finally, finally made his father proud.
He didnt understand that his father, Mr. I make robots all the time, would take you on as his own project. He'd make you better, stronger, whatever he could do to make you his.
William had moved in with the two of you, making his presence very known throughout the household.
Michael did everything his father told him to
They both cared for you in their own ways, keeping you as a sort of pet.
They'd make sure your parts got whatever maintenance they needed replacing old or broke parts when they stopped working.
Michael was more attached to you than William, although William saw you as his property, much like he saw his children. But you weren't his child, you were so much more
Michael definitely made sure you knew he loved you. Even if you didn't love him the same, you would eventually.
Almost made this longer, but cut it off here. Hope the other ppl that love these freaks enjoy. If you want more lmk
A/n: more of a general idea. Not really based on anything. Set around the late 1600s-ish. Think pilgrims. Religious themes. Male priest x male prophet. No they will not admit to being gay, thats a sin. They are just really close. Prophet kinda talks to god.
Nsfw until under the cut. Also ik its silly to read old English but. Im trying to be semi accurate. So go with it.
Youre a prophet, dressed in black. You cover your face with a veil, hiding from the people around you.
The priest preaches with you by his side, listening for any word from the lord above.
The townsfolk know you both well.
Youre both with each other, or at least near each other at all times. They hardly ever see you both apart.
"As close as Brothers" they say. Youre closer than brothers ever could be. Brothers certainly dont look at each other like the priest looks at you.
The people barely speak with you, the priest wont allow anyone to speak with you other than himself.
He protects you in a way.
The only other person allowed to speak with his dearest prophet is doctors. Only if youre sickly.
Your town is larger, a mix of two boats of pilgrims coming to live together.
You and the priest live together, in one of the bigger homes built. The priest tells the townsfolk its so he can 'keep the prophet safe'. You both know that isnt the only reason.
You speak of future events. Warn of fire or unforgiving storms. Of good garvest in the summer. The priest worships you as though you are god himself.
When youre alone, in the comfortable solitude of your bed, the priest by your side, you speak of things greater than either of you. Every whisper the lord bestows upon you is heard by the priest.
He parades you around on days when you are feeling better, your headaches not nearly as bad.
He has you on his arm, showing your hidden form. And once you are alone he allows himself to feel prideful. Only he gets to see you. Only he gets to hear your voice, quiet and scratchy from lack of use.
The ladies fawn over the priest, longing for something they cant have.
Nsfw under the cut.
The rain outside wouldn't cease. It poured from the skies like angels weeping. You stood in a field, at the edge of town, your clothes soaked and your veil removed. You watched the skies, the rain beating against your face.
You had told them of rain. Told them to make preparations. They did. They always listened to you. Which is why you knew they wouldn't bother you. You stood barefoot under the dark skies. Taking in all of the earth's beauty.
You listened to the singing from above. Angels, you thought. Maybe it was, maybe it wasnt, you could never be sure. You listened to the hum of the earth around you. You felt alive.
The priest ran through the dirt roads between houses, a cloak covering him. His cross necklace shimmering under the deep blue cloak.
He ran to you, worry plastered on his face. His cloak surrounded you suddenly, covering you to prevent you from getting even more soaked.
Neither of you said anything, the priest just walked you calmly but quickly back to your home. He helped you in and removed his cloak, as well as his hat. He removed your belt (really just fabric wrapped around your gown) then removed your cassock.
You were left sitting in just your linen underwear. Your body was cold from the rain, your hair was soaked and dripping onto the floor.
The priest sat you in front of the hearth. The fire was glowing and warm. You still shook from how cold you were. The priests eyes watched you for a moment, before he moved to get a blanket while he spoke.
"Thou couldest have gotten a cold."
His words were soft, but his tone was serious. He was worried half to death when he went to check on you and realized you were nowhere to be found, despite the storm outside.
"But I did not."
Your voice was hoarse. You shivered from the cold before you felt a soft blanket cover your shoulders. You didnt need to say anything more.
The priest moved to remove his clothes, they were less wet than yours but still he removed them. Slowly, he moved to your side, sliding under the blanket beside you. He wrapped around you, his body much warmer than yours. He was taller than you, so he blanketed you partially. His skin felt so rough against your own. He never let you do anything he deemed to taxing, he would always be the one to do it while you watched.
His hands moved across your back and side, moving down slowly to your hips. His head buried itself into your neck, all while his hands were feeling your skin beneath him. His lips brushed against your neck. Once. Then twice. Then he kissed against your pulse. Over and over he left feather-light kisses down your neck. He moved his head back up to look at you. His dark hair was a mess, and the dark circles under his eyes made it clear how tired he was. He leaned in, kissing you softly on the lips. Then moving and kissing your cheek, then your jaw, then back down your neck he moved.
His hands made their way under you undergarments. Slowly tracing down your hips, he removed the fabric all together. He looked into your eyes, his breathing heavier now, with a glint of something in his eyes. He wanted you. To make you warmer. To make you happier. To make you feel good. Storms were the only alone time he got with you, without any prying eyes.
He shifted, crouching beside you now. His arms moved under your legs and back and he lifted you. He carried you to your bedroom, shutting the door with his foot. He set you down on the bed and kissed you.
His lips against yours felt like velvet. Warm and soft against your skin. Your mind begins to go fuzzy, your skin heating up. Your damp hair lays against the bed sheets, his mouth finding alk the best spots along your body.
You feel everything so much more. Your nerves feel like they're on fire. His skin against yours feels incredible. You make involuntary noises as his hands go lower and caress all the right spots. Slowly as the night continues his trembling hands are finally on your hips, pushing in and out of you at such a slow rhythm you think hes trying to torture you.
He moves both of you to lay on your sides. His arms circle you from behind, his hands softly caressing your skin. His hips thrust into you more, your moans getting louder and more frequent, the sound of skin on skin getting louder and wetter. His pace is just right to hit all the good spots before youre both crying out. His hips stutter and push further into you, your abdomen tensing and your legs shaking.
After you've both calmed down, he pulls out slowly, kissing along your neck while holding one of your legs up. He cleans you up with such quiet love. He worships your body as though it was made with parts of god himself. He treats you as though you are a god, because you are his god. His angel. His beloved prophet.
As you both settle in next to each other in bed, he kisses along your neck, softly. As though youd break if he was too rough. You both fall asleep to the sound of the storms outside.
A/N: tell i suck at writing smut? And writing in general but wtv. Tell me if yall want more for this, and feel free to send requests.
