A/N: Childhood best friends, just some fluffy kissing and confessions. Sorry it’s not the best, I whipped it up pretty fast.
Michael and Y/N had been best friends since they were kids. They did everything together, from playing video games to exploring the woods behind their houses. They were always there for each other, through thick and thin. But as they both grew older, they started to see each other in a new light.
One night, the two males decided to catch up with one another and go out to a local diner nearby for tea. They talked and laughed for hours, reminiscing about the old times and speaking about what was going on in their lives. As they headed back to Y/N’s house, they could feel some strange tension between them both.
The pitch black night sky was lit up with thousands of stars, a cool summer breeze could be felt, and the sound of nothing but Y/N’s and Michael’s footsteps hitting against the pavement as they walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company.
“The stars look absolutely sensational…” The brunette whispered softly, looking up at the sky before glancing over at Y/N.
Y/N didn’t say a word, just admiring Michaels’s facial features fondly. He smiled, nodding slightly in response. “I agree, it's a lovely night..”
After a few moments, Y/N looked away back in front of them as they approached his house. He grabbed his keys, opened the door, and shut it behind Michael. “Make yourself at home..” he hummed.
Afton looked at him, giving a small nod as he fidgeted with his hands slightly.
“Michael?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah?” he replied, avoiding eye contact.
“Tell me, what's bothering you? You’ve been fidgeting this whole time. You can tell me anything.”
Michael sighed softly, looking back at the other with a soft, love-filled gaze. “Promise?” he asked once more.
“I promise.” Y/N reassured him once again, a warm smile appearing on his lips.
It took Michael a bit before he finally managed to compose a sentence. “Y/N, I cherish our friendship, I really do. But lately, these last few years…my feelings have grown into something more. I must admit, you're the only person who manages to make me feel like this. The warmth you bring every time you're around me is insanely hypnotic.” He confessed, expressing how he felt about Y/N.
Y/N listened to him, his face contorting into a happy expression as he reached over, cupping the other’s cheeks gently. “I feel the same way, Michael. I love you so much, I’m glad you’ve confessed to me.” he spoke softly,
Michael watched as the other got closer, his cheeks heating up slightly as he leaned against Y/N’s touch. Without another word, he leaned forward slightly and pressed his lips against Y/N’s softly, his eyes filled with a mix of adoration and vulnerability. And Y/N, feeling a surge of emotions too strong to ignore.
In that quiet moment, the world faded away, leaving only the sweetness of their connection. The bond they held together for years blossomed into something much more deeper and meaningful.
A/N: Here’s the Monty fic as voted on! I hope this is fine. This is a lime, so it stops a little before the full on smut as I’m not comfortable going to those lengths right now.
Y/N walked around, patrolling the rather darker side of the pizza plex. He had been given the position of being one of the night guards here. Knowing the history of all the other Freddy Fazbear franchises, he wanted to see if all the commotion over children going missing was real. Which he had soon learnt was pretty real, he experienced a not so nice encounter with Springtrap and a possessed Monty.
That night, the (H/C) haired male was backed against the wall by Monty, the other male looking at his boyfriend with a lustful expression. It was certainly a change of events when Monty started whining and whimpering about wanting to be railed right there on the spot.
Anyhow, he shrugged off that thought. Once his boyfriend returned to normal, it was a slightly awkward encounter. Ever since then, Y/N would tease the shorter male about it, loving his flustered face.
He headed towards Monty’s attraction, wanting to go see what his lover was up to. He walked out of the elevator, glancing around, seeing Monty cleaning up some of the clubs. Y/N walked over, a sly smirk upon his face as he grabbed Monty’s shoulder, pushing him against the wall gently.
Monty gasped, dropping the club in the process as he sucked in a breath, his cheeks heating up when he noticed how close the other was to him. “What yer’ doin’ here, scarin’ me like that, idiot.” He grumbled, his scarlet eyes keeping a strong gaze on Y/N through his star shaped glasses.
Y/N leaned in, chuckling softly. “I just wanted to come visit my boyfriend, have some fun with him. Is that such a crime..?” he whispered, his free hand keeping a tight grip on Monty’s slim waist. He looked down at his neck, pulling his shirt to the side slightly, noticing his marks fading. He leaned in, kissing Monty’s neck gently, biting at his skin gently.
Monty shook his head slightly, letting out a soft groan as he attacked his neck. He tilts his head to the side, allowing the other to do as he pleased. Small whimpers fell from his lips as he felt his boyfriend start to rub his crotch over his jeans. “Jesus christ, please baby..quit ‘yer teasin’..” he mumbled slowly, already running out of breath.
“Beg for it, Darling~.” His voice spoke out raspy, making Monty break out into a blush.
He leaned back into the wall as Y/N pressed up against him with a smirk, pulling back from his neck. “Please, please stop with ‘yer teasin’. Do whatever you want, I won’t complain..I swear by it.” he responds, his voice slightly shaky.
“You’re doing great...” he hummed lightly, Y/N unzipping the other's pants, holding onto the waistband of Monty’s jeans, not pulling them down just yet. His free hand gripping his chin gently, pressing a passionate kiss against his lips whilst his other hand started to slowly slide his jeans off.
Monty stopped him for a moment, grabbing his hand gently. “There’s bots and cameras everywhere..couldn’t risk ‘ya loosen ‘yer job.” he mumbled, leading his boyfriend to a room nearby. Once in the room, he was getting impatient, immediately kicking his jeans off, throwing them somewhere around the room. He couldn’t care less right now, he was just desperate for his lover. He immediately started to undo Y/N’s shirt, letting out a small huff, struggling with the buttons because of his longer nails. He definitely grew impatient as Y/N just stood there, amused watching as he struggled.
