Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Goodnight

Michael x reader

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You walk downstairs, hearing the noise of the television. Your fingers dragged along the rusty railing as your feet gently tapped on the hard wood floors.

The quietness in the house made you feel uneasy, but you ignored it. You walked into the kitchen, opening the fridge for the millionth time. You sigh, not seeing anything to eat.

You lean back, crossing your arms as you let go of the fridge door, letting it slam shut. You jump, hearing the front door open. You lean back, your head tilting as you observe the door.

The doorknob wiggled and turned. In came Michael. He tossed a bag over his shoulder, dusting his shirt off.

"Hi, dear." He said, walking into the kitchen with open arms.

You grin, rushing towards him. He embraced you as you leaned against his chest and wrapped your arms around him. He was warm, but he smelt like iron and rust.

You pull away, looking up at him. You cup his face, kissing his lips lovingly.

"How was work?" You ask, smiling.

"Good.. boring." He said.

He lifted you up, "how come you're not sleeping?" He asked, carrying you on his hip.

You held onto him, admiring how strong he was. "Not tired.." you say, leaning on him. Your hand ran up and down his bicep as he held you.

Michael nodded, turning and kissing your cheek. You smile, sighing.

"I've just gotta get changed then we can sleep, alright?" He cooed. 

You nod.

Once he brought you two to your shared room, he gently placed you down on the bed. He kissed your head before walking off. He opened the closet, grabbing a pair of pajama pants from his pile of clothes.

You watch as he slowly unbuttoned his purple shirt, putting it in the hamper next to him. He stretched slightly before he undid his belt, glancing at you.

You look down, blushing.

He just chuckled, leaning back and taking his pants off. He looked at you, biting his lip.

"Close your eyes. I'm going commando."

"Alright, you dork." You say, shaking your head and closing your eyes.

A second goes by, "you can open." He said.

You smile, looking at him.

"Christmas pajama pants in March?" You tease.

He chuckled, crawling into bed. He pulled you close, kissing your cheek. He wrapped his arms around you, his thick brown hair falling onto his eyes as he laid his head on the pillow underneath him.

You buried your face into his neck, clinging to him. You never wanted him to let go.

"Michael..." you whisper.

"Yeah, baby?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too."

"Goodnight.."

"Goodnight, love."

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Look seeee I'm not horny 24/7 😺 here's something cute! Right!?