autism tomorrow

Michael Afton (game) x gn!reader | 1392 words

Summary: Look Michael may be dead but strap-ons exist so like what’s the problem here

Tags: smut, blunt sex talk, Michael Afton’s Praise Kink

A/n: sorry it's not chapter 10 but can i interest anyone in some random bullshit? and you know i didn’t make my beta reader read this 😂

You were lounging in the soft orange glow of the bedside lamp, savoring comfort in the quiet moment. Well. Michael was savoring the quiet moment, you were about to disturb that peace.

“I know viagra works by directing bloodflow, so if you have no blood to flow then there’s no use, but like, have you ever tried popping a pill? Just to see what happens?”

Michael slowly and begrudgingly opened his eyes. “What are you talking about,” he said flatly.

✦wc: ~650

(dividers by @strangergraphics)

✦ Contrary to popular belief in the fandom, I don’t see him being a playboy or a cheater. He is part of a big family and grew up with lots of love, despite his parents' negligence. 

✦ He would 100% date to marry; if he had the opportunity, he would want to prove to himself that he could give his future children the experience of being raised by the caring and attentive parents that he didn’t have.

tags. more dad!michael x fem reader, domesticity, fluff, married with a 2yo daughter (stella), still nicknamed “pumpkin”, eventual smut, bathtub sex.

notes. happy mother’s day 😙💐 we finally have a name for our little pumpkin, which is stella afton !! inspired by my friend’s cat btw.

• dad!michael who takes stella out with him to buy your surprise mother’s day gifts the day before. stella wanted to gift you some flowers and a handmade card. the beautiful arrangement she picked for you was michael’s favorite as well.

• dad!michael who buys you designer jewelry and perfume as your gift. as much as he loves spoiling his little pumpkin, he’d go out his way to surprise you and spoil you some more with versace perfume and vivienne westwood earrings.

• dad!michael who quietly wakes up stella on mother’s day to accompany him making breakfast in bed for you. while you were asleep, stella would be in michael’s arms in the kitchen as he sets up a lovely tray with your favorite meals.

• dad!michael who lets stella wake you up and surprise you with your gifts and michael presenting the tray. you almost tear up hearing your baby girl chanting “happy mother’s day, mommy!” and showering you with kisses and love.

• dad!michael who endlessly praises you for being such a good mother and being there for stella. he understands how motherhood can be exhausting and having to balance out work and the family. he’ll always appreciate and recognize the effort and dedication you put in. (shoutout to all moms!)

• dad!michael who lets you relax and have time for yourself so he can take care of the housework and stella. as a special thank you for your hard work, he sets up a lovely bath at night with some wine and won’t disturb you unless you call for him.

• dad!michael who puts stella to sleep that night until he hears you call for him in the bathroom. alone at last with him; the man who made you a mother and appreciates you as a mother. it wouldn’t hurt to let him treat you with sweet sex and intimacy to relieve all that stress as a mom.

• dad!michael who accepts your offer joining you in the bathtub and making love with you again. straddled on top of him, letting him thrust into you so you don’t have to do any work at all. he loves the feeling of your cunt clenching down on his cock as he makes you feel good.

tags. more dad!michael x fem reader, domesticity, fluff, married with a 2yo daughter (stella), still nicknamed “pumpkin”, eventual smut, bathtub sex.

notes. happy mother’s day 😙💐 we finally have a name for our little pumpkin, which is stella afton !! inspired by my friend’s cat btw.

• dad!michael who takes stella out with him to buy your surprise mother’s day gifts the day before. stella wanted to gift you some flowers and a handmade card. the beautiful arrangement she picked for you was michael’s favorite as well.

• dad!michael who buys you designer jewelry and perfume as your gift. as much as he loves spoiling his little pumpkin, he’d go out his way to surprise you and spoil you some more with versace perfume and vivienne westwood earrings.

• dad!michael who quietly wakes up stella on mother’s day to accompany him making breakfast in bed for you. while you were asleep, stella would be in michael’s arms in the kitchen as he sets up a lovely tray with your favorite meals.

• dad!michael who lets stella wake you up and surprise you with your gifts and michael presenting the tray. you almost tear up hearing your baby girl chanting “happy mother’s day, mommy!” and showering you with kisses and love.

• dad!michael who endlessly praises you for being such a good mother and being there for stella. he understands how motherhood can be exhausting and having to balance out work and the family. he’ll always appreciate and recognize the effort and dedication you put in. (shoutout to all moms!)

• dad!michael who lets you relax and have time for yourself so he can take care of the housework and stella. as a special thank you for your hard work, he sets up a lovely bath at night with some wine and won’t disturb you unless you call for him.

• dad!michael who puts stella to sleep that night until he hears you call for him in the bathroom. alone at last with him; the man who made you a mother and appreciates you as a mother. it wouldn’t hurt to let him treat you with sweet sex and intimacy to relieve all that stress as a mom.

• dad!michael who accepts your offer joining you in the bathtub and making love with you again. straddled on top of him, letting him thrust into you so you don’t have to do any work at all. he loves the feeling of your cunt clenching down on his cock as he makes you feel good.

dad!michael afton coming home from work to his one year old daughter running up to him with open arms. his face instantly lights up seeing her all excited that dad’s home, calling out; “hey, pumpkin!” he would squat down slightly with wide arms, letting her jump in for a warm hug. as michael stands up to carry her, that’s when you come out the kitchen. the deep, passionate sigh that falls from his lips when he takes in the gorgeous sight of you was just the tip of the iceberg of how he really feels. he’s been thinking of you all day and can’t stand not being around you. the poor man has missed you and his little pumpkin so much. you welcome michael with sweet and soft kisses before he proceeds to wash his hands and get ready for dinner. he’d always feed his little pumpkin for dinner since you’ve fed her throughout the day, cooing to her as she eats.

hngngggg*]%>_£!&/)[> oh my god. i love morning cuddle fucks that shit is so intimate and hot

absolutely!! i'm just gonna make these being married to him because this isn't a specific request, i hope you enjoy anyways! set pre-scooping because it seems like it fits better lol

gn!reader

tws: elaborations on past trauma (mike's), mostly fluff

being married to michael afton headcanons

michael was never one for the idea of marriage. the only experience he'd ever had with a married couple were his parents, fighting and screaming at each other all the time. he didn't want a relationship like that

but when he met you, your relationship turned out to be the exact opposite. you hardly ever fought and when you did you would sit down with him and have a heathy conversation about what's going on and how to solve it

he hadn't ever loved someone more than he loved you. you were kind, understanding, patient and compassionate. you took every aspect of his past into consideration as you built a future with him and he couldn't imagine spending his life with anyone else but you

Her whole hand wraps only around two fingers: his middle and index. Yet she drags him through the toy store with confidence; her grip is strong, and Michael has been held in its vice since the day she was born. You trail behind, occasionally moving things out of the overflowing cart. Michael is devout to her, completely incapable of telling her “no” in most circumstances, but you’ve held your reasoning - your daughter will not be playing with a water rocket.

“Mama, mama!” She runs up to you, leading a stumbling Michael who’s carrying a stuffed bear almost as big as your daughter is. “Look at how big it is! Can I have it?”

She has a very soft accent, implacable, as a result of Michael’s slowly fading one and your own. “Daddy already said yes!”

“He did?” You try your best not to laugh. Michael always says yes, and she is always surprised to hear it. “But I thought you wanted the Nintendo?”

“I do!”

“It’s very expensive, sweetheart.” You gesture to the full cart. “I think you need to make some decisions here.”

Michael makes a face, though you know she can’t see it. She hums and looks into the plastic vehicle. The Nintendo - 64, fresh off the shelf - sits in her spot alongside a copy of Mario Kart.

“If I get the Nintendo-“ Her loose teeth make the word unsteady. “I can play with Daddy.”

“That’s right.”

“And if I get Teddy-“ She let’s go of Michael and gives the bear a big hug, crushing it between her bare arms and her birthday dress. You can see the stuffing puff up around her hold. She releases the poor animal and stands directly in front of her father; she doesn’t even need to raise her arms before he’s propping the bear against the shelf, scooping her up to lift her to his chest. Her short, chubby arms wrap around his neck, and he has one supporting her bottom, the other diagonal on her back. She tightens her hold; he does the same. Her giggles fill the aisle, and you take the opportunity to dump more of the carts contents on the nearest shelf. She hums, pulling away and smiling gap-tooth at him, “I like Daddy’s hugs better.”

“Oh thank goodness,” Michael puts an exaggerated hand on his chest. “You worried me!”

She snorts, covering her face with her tiny hands. Her hair ribbon has come slightly undone in her march around the store. You reach to adjust it, only for her to hang her head and bat at your face. “Can I pick one more thing?”

You sigh, “Sure, honey.”

Instead of setting her loose in the store again, Michael sets her in the cart and allows her to rummage through the remainder of her selections. He moves beside you, and you lean onto his side.

The girl’s hair is slightly curly, it bounces as she looks through the toys, just like her father’s - and from what Michael has told you, like her grandmother’s and her aunt’s. She’s a near carbon copy of him, which fills your heart with joy. He had long hoped she’d look more like you, but by the time her features became prominent, he’d loved her too much to be upset.

“Dearest,” He shakes your arm lightly. “I’m going to return the bear, okay?”

You tug on his sleeve, “Wait-“ You tap your bottom lip. “Birthday kiss.”

“It’s not your birthday,” He masks a laugh with the shake of his head. Still, he leans forward and softly locks your lips. It only lasts a moment, but it’s wonderful and sweet. You part, left with only your foreheads resting against each other. “I love you.”

nsfw alphabet - michael afton

speaks for itself😕

cw! this is obviously sexual content | I’m not gonna list everything in the warning just read with caution

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

A - (aftercare?)

Michael is an absolute sweetheart, pressing kisses against your cheeks, letting you rest and getting you a cup of water, sometimes even a snack. Believe it or not Michael picks up very fast on what to focus on the most after sex, if you prefer to bathe than just clean up with a towel, he’ll run you a bath.

B - (body part?)

Michael’s favorite body part on himself is, undecided. He can’t really find it in himself to favor anything about his body, being that he looks like his dad and is often mistaken for him, it bothers Michael to like something on him.

On you however, Michael can’t pick exactly what he likes but he knows that he loves everything about you, but if he had to absolutely pick, Michael would he likes your arms. While it is cheesy, Michael likes how it seems that no matter how much of a brute seems, he fits right into your arms.

C - (cum?)

At first Michael is unsure about cumming inside or outside, pulling out before he can finish, and releasing on to a tissue of sorts. But eventually Michael warms up to the idea of seeing his cum on your thighs or stomach, and a little bit after he begins doing that, he likes the idea of finishing inside of you, with or without a condom.

D - (dirty secret?)

A fantasy Michael will never share with you, is that sometimes he wishes he could take you to work with him. Not in a cutesy way, he hates his work, well his dad’s work. Michael doesn’t want you exposed to his father’s monstrous creations and such. Michael just wishes he could hide you under his desk and let you suck him off while he manages the animatronics.

E - (experience?)

It depends on how long you’ve been together and when you two started dating. If you have been friends since he was a teen, chances are when he asks you out, he’s a virgin and he has absolute zero experience. However, if you two meet when he’s older, he’s most likely had a couple of one night stands before you. Either way, Michael won’t be completely lost, he’s owned enough adult magazines to get an idea of what you may like.

F - (favorite position?)

Another thing of Michael’s that he has no absolute preference for, while Michael may come off as simple, he can experiment if you bring it up to him. It goes explanation that Michael likes to see your face and likes position where he can see you. When it all comes down to it, Michael likes the lotus position and the cowgirl/boy.

G - (goofy?)

Hell no. Sex to Michael is an intimate moment where you won’t find him speaking much actually, preferring you make all the noise. Also, Michael is especially awkward after all of his childhood, so don’t expect him to be very cheery at all, even during sex.

H - (hair?)

Michael starts grooming after you two start having intercourse, at first he wouldn’t care much for trimming or shaving but if you prefer something cleaned so you don’t get a rash, he won’t argue. This doesn’t mean he won’t have a happy trail though, prominent and somewhat bushy, if you like it, Michael will keep up with it, not letting it get out of hand but still having hair. Michael does not like being completely hairless though.

I - (intimacy?)

He tries to be romantic, but honestly he doesn’t know how. Michael will try and make it special sometimes, he believes sex with you is something he should cherish so of course he thinks it should be intimate, maybe he’ll kiss your cheek, or praise you even.

J - (jerk off?)

Before you two got intimate he would masturbate every once in a while, usually he’d wake up every other day with a hard on when you two got more intimate, not sex but more heated make-outs. Sometimes he’d take care of it, but other times he’ll let it go away. After you two started having sex, he’d seek you out when he has a hard on.

K - (kinks?)

Any kinks Michael has he won’t tell you about unless you ask. When you do you’re not surprised but at the same time you are. Michael likes to be praised, he’s not always great about feeling good about himself, and your words him his heart flutter. It will take him some teasing to admit, but Michael is slightly into having his hands tied, maybe if you two buy cuffs, he’ll let you cuff him to the bed.

L - (location?)

Michael at first is a bit embarrassed about the idea of having sex anywhere else but the bedroom, but soon he warms up to having sex in the car, storage closets at work. It just takes time for Michael to be comfortable with it.

M - (motivation?)

It doesn’t take much to make Michael hard. He’s relatively sensitive, if you were to kiss his neck sensually, he’d be half hard at the touch. But if you really want to get him going, all you have to do is whisper to him what you want, regardless if he’s busy or not, Michael will stop whatever he’s doing, embarrassed, ushering you to the nearest surface or closet.

N - (no?)

No knife play, it goes without saying Michael knows what his dad did, and the idea of hurting you or even seeing your blood coming from wounds makes him nauseous. This and Michael despises cucking. He would be kind of hurt if you brought it up, thinking you were too annoyed with him not doing things right. But overall Michael would be jealous even if he doesn’t express it outwardly.

O- (oral?)

Michael loves going down on you, just as much as he loves you going down on him. Something about the way you tug at his hair and finish in his mouth makes his pants tent in an instant. If you’re the one on your knees though, he would try not to be too rough, opting to press the pads of his fingers against your head, trying not to yank at your hair.

P - (pace?)

Whichever you prefer. If you like it when he’s being rough and fast, he’d gladly blow your back out, if he wants to be sensual, he’ll try to test the waters with going a bit slower, still hitting deep and being a bit rough.

Q - (quickie?)

It takes some practice, Michael is down to try quickies out. But sometimes your quickies involve sucking him off and that’s all. However, with some practice and some guidance, you may find yourself in the storage closet every time Michael gets a chance to take a break or slip away for ten minutes at the most.

R - (risk?)

It depends on what you are risking, risking being caught? Michael will try his best to make sure you two stay hidden. He doesn’t have a condom? Michael will pull out in time, he’s gotten great practice in.

S - (stamina?)

Michael has stamina, staying up for six hours trying to stay alive builds your stamina a lot more than you think. But this doesn’t mean he won’t be huffing and puffing after round two, panting like he hasn’t had water in two days.

T - (toys?)

Michael’s knew they existed but never thought about buying any until you asked. Now you two have a drawer that hides your cuffs, gags, vibrators and cock rings. Michael’s down for them, just ask.

U - (unfair?)

He’s not a giant tease. Michael likes giving you what you want, but he’s not dumb, don’t try and take advantage of his niceness in bed, if you do, you may find yourself on the verge of crying, Michael denying every orgasm that you almost reach.

V - (volume?)

Michael tries not to be loud but the occasional guttural moan will slip past his lips every once in a while when he has you bent over, or even when you’re on top. Has a medium volume, Michael can’t help it when he whimpers, trying his best to hide the fact that he did.

W - (wild card?)

If you own any stuffed animals, Michael has to take them out of the room. When his late little brother’s stuffed animal seemed to move around his childhood home, even appearing in his dreams talking to him, Michael grew to somewhat fear and respect the plush toys. Understanding the feelings and secrets they hold.

X - (x-ray?)

Michael is a little over average, when hard it hits his navel, standing at a good 8.5 inches. Even better, his girth makes Michael seem unreal, stretching you to a point where you’re crying halfway through. It sits heavy and nice in your hands and on your tongue, however, Michael tries his best to tuck well, making sure when his dick is pressed upwards, that you won’t be able to see his print; never works though.

Y - (yearning?)

Michael doesn’t have the highest sex drive, he likes to think he’s on the moderate side when it comes to wanting you. However, if your sex drive is super high, he’ll struggle to keep up, not that he’ll reject you, he won’t mind if it’s you who’s taking the lead, hands on your hips as you fuck yourself on top of him. He enjoys it, but after a while of being with you, both romantically and sexually, he still can’t get enough of you, wanting more and more, which results in the both of you passed out until the afternoon from overstimulation.

Z - (zz?)

sex on fire - michael afton

this song hggg | michael survives SL also you’re childhood friends with michael in this but are dating before SL happens for context

pairing - michael x reader

cw! oral, blowjob, cum eating, vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex and mention of trauma

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

You noticed how much Michael’s personality began deteriorating after completed his father’s wish. Often times you’d find Michael staring off into space, face blank, eyes dull and glossy. It made your heart hurt seeing him traumatized, unable to even tell you the horrors of what he saw and found out about his dad and the animatronics he obsessed over. You used to be scared of William, as child you avoided anything that had to do with him, observing how Michael did everything he could to not piss his father off.

You couldn’t begin to imagine what Michael experienced both in childhood and when he worked as the guard for Circus Baby’s Entertainment and Rental. But you chose not to pry, not wanting to anger Michael, nor make him have to tell you what happened if he didn’t want to. You sighed dejectedly, stirring the pitcher of lemonade, sugar dissolving in the tart drink. Pouring a glass, you grabbed the plate that held Michael’s food, knowing he would be sitting at the dining table, lost to space. The soft clink of glass was all that echoed in the house as you brushed Michael’s bangs back with your palm.

“Michael, honey.” Blinking once, then twice, Michael seemingly realized what was going on, gasping softly, before looking up at you with a warm, yet, sad half smile, half frown. Scarfing down his food, Michael wiped crumbs from his mouth, glancing around the room, before knitting his eyebrows together, frustrated, not with anything around him or you, but himself. Hearing him mutter to himself as he went to clean his plate, you followed after Michael, finding him standing at the sink, water running. You slid your hand up Michael’s back, his shirt bunching at your wrist, you felt goosebumps rise on his skin, Michael shuddered and looked behind him with half lidded eyes, not filled with annoyance, rather, encouragement. You felt as your fingers dipped into Michael’s toned muscles, he was lean but he had build, not a complete brute but, he was a lot bigger than you.

You smiled, running your nails down Michael’s skin experimentally, before taking your hand out of his shirt. Wrapping your arm around Michael’s waist, you leaned against him, studying how he gripped the sponge, throughly making sure nothing was left. Afterwards, you sauntered off to the couch, sitting down and patting the seat next to you, watching as he begrudgingly took the spot, you curled into him, hearing him sigh, a loud and big sigh, as if it’d been trapped for years. Michael wrapped an arm around you, feeling exhaustion wash over himself, he slumped onto you, closing his eyes and enjoying your warmth and affection. Eyes fluttering closed, Michael relaxed, but quickly that was shattered when you brushed his thigh, shivering, Michael bucked his hips into your touch, asking for more.

You palmed Michael through his jeans, feeling how his pants instantly tented. Climbing off the couch, you sat in front of Michael on your knees, watching his half lidded gaze follow your movement. Tracing your fingers along Michael’s bulge, you swallowed nervously, knowing from experience how hard it was not to choke on Michael’s cock. Slowly you unzipped his zipper, his tight boxers spilling from the opening, the outline Michael’s dick was prominent enough for you to see his largest vein. Leaning forward you hooked your fingers along Michael’s waistband, tugging down, seeing how Michael’s cock sprung out, you could feel your panties slick with excitement. Slowly, you grabbed Michael’s girth, taking his tip into your mouth, his pre-cum salty against your tongue. Kissing his tip before sucking softly, hearing Michael groan, you looked up at him through your eyelashes, watching as his head rolled forward.

Licking the underside of his cock, you wrapped your lips around Michael’s tip, bobbing your head slowly, taking in an inch more of Michael cock each time. Mouth watering when you heard a soft sound coke from Michael’s throat. Hallowing your cheeks, you wrapped your hands around what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. Tongue outlining Michael’s veiny cock, you felt Michael grab a fistful of your hair, grunts and gruff whimpers filling your ears. You gagged, feeling Michael’s tip hit the back of your throat. Tears pooling in your eyes, you felt Michael jerk his hips into your face, so close his happy trail was nearly pressed to your nose. Looking up at Michael you felt saliva pool at your lips, drooling on his cock, you swallowed. Snapping his hips up, You felt gagged once more, feeling Michael tighten his grip before beginning to fuck your throat your forcibly.

Tears dripped onto Michael’s skin and you felt his other hand meet your head, treating your mouth like your pussy. Finally, Michael moaned out, hips stilling on your mouth as his cum spurted onto your tongue, cock pulsating. You popped off of Michael’s dick, looking up at him, and sticking your tongue out to show him the mess he made. Getting up, you began pulling off your shirt, watching how Michael’s cock seemingly twitched back to full hardness. Undressed, you climbed onto Michael, straddling his hips as you grabbed his shoulders. Michael grabbed your back with on hand, grabbing his cock with the other. Slowly, you lined up against Michael’s tip, before pushing down. You gasped, feeling Michael split you open in what seemed like forever.

Eager to feel your walls, Michael helped guide your hips down against his, hearing how you whimpered when your pelvis met his, letting his cock sit right heavy against your spongy g-spot, tip pushing against your cervix, almost ready to invade your womb. You moaned, pulling Michael closer, his face engulfed by your breasts. Rocking your hips back and forth, you finally began bouncing on top of Michael, throwing your head back as his cock rubbed against all the right spots. Michael steadied your hips, face stuffed between your boobs. Pulling back, Michael was mesmerized by how your breasts bounced, choked moaned coming from your mouth each time you fell onto Michael’s hips, the breath knocked out of you.

Michael groaned, gripping your hips with force as he began bouncing you faster and harder. You clawed as his chest, whimpers drowned out by the tv. Walls spasmimg, Michael cursed under his breath, feeling you gush around him, following soon after you, Michael’s came, cum pooling at his base.

baby, I love your way - michael afton

one of my top favorite kinks, also this is kind of short and to the point😕

pairing - michael x reader

cw! breeding obvi | impregnation and praising

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

Michael was afraid of fatherhood. Deathly. But when he saw you fawned over babies you saw at the store. He caved. Gripping the wheel harder when he thought about it. Trying to put together his thoughts, and figure out what he was going to say. Pulling up in the driveway, Michael wiped his hands on his legs, palms slick with nervousness.

Grabbing the bag in the passenger seat, Michael made his way towards the front door, gift in hand. Hearing his knock, you rushed to open the door, smiling wide when you saw him. Ushering Michael inside, you wrapped your arms around his waist, looking up and puckering your lips up. Michael pressed a gentle kiss your lips, loosely wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “Miss me?”

Michael could hardly look you in the eye, thoughts swarming in his head. You giggled, rolling your eyes before turning your attention to the bag Michael had. “What’s that?” Michael held up the bag, paper brown, seemingly, lightweight. “Let’s open it up in the room, I want you to be sitting down for this.”

Nausea pooled in Michael’s belly, feeling as if the house suddenly seemed too hot. Finally, you plopped on the bed, mouth upturned in a smile. Michael cleared his throat, before handing you the bag. Excited, you reached into the bag right away, pulling out…a tiny onesie? You were confused for a moment, setting the bag aside, looking the inside over, before realizing it was a newborn onesie, you stared at the piece of clothing for a while. “Are you..pregnant?”

Michael sighed, dejected. “No Y/N..I should’ve just sat you down and talked to you about it. What I meant to say and what this gift was meant for, is that..Y/N, I want to start a family with you.” You sat stunned for a moment, before springing up from the bed and gathering Michael in a hug. “Oh Michael. Of course.” Leaning down, Michael kissed you, pulling away, before tucking his arm behind your knees, lifting you up and placing you on the bed. Smiling shyly, Michael hunched over you, studying your face for a while, before sitting back on his knees, pulling off his shirt. Letting you sit up and undress, he unbuckles his belt, not eager for foreplay.

You spread your legs, inviting Michael to take you. Quickly, Michael grabbed your thighs, lining up with your hole before pushing in. A soft squelch was all that was heard when Michael bottomed out. Michael began with a slow pace, cock dragging against your walls, you whimpered, begging him to go faster, to which we replied. Michael leaned forward throwing your legs over his shoulders, your thighs flush with his chest. This angle, deeper than you’d ever tried with Michael before. You gasped, bucking your hips up, Michael began his pace again, hitting places that had your walls spasming. Michael groaned, rutting deeper into you, forcing himself to pull his hips up and delve back into your warm, wet walls.

Michael picked up the pace, hips colliding with yours, juices coating your cunt. Your moans being knocked out of your throat each time Michael fucked into you. He had your eyes rolling into the back of your head, choked sobs making Michael bite his lip. Suddenly Michael sat up, taking your legs down from his shoulders, still screwing you. “You look so pretty. I’ll make you such a pretty mommy. You want that?”

Nodding, Michael grunted, thrusts becoming more and more rushed. Hunching over your, Michael wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek as he pounded relentlessly into you. “You gonna make me pretty babies? Hm? Yeah? I can’t wait.” Loud moans echoed in the house, the nonstop squeaking of the springs in the mattress and Michael’s praises were all you heard. Throwing your head back, you wrapped your legs around Michael’s waist, pressing your thighs tightly against his skin, pussy spasming and gushing. Michael groaned, lifting up one of your legs, pressing against it. Pressing his lips to yours, Michael moaned, his cock twitching as his he came heavy into your womb.

just the two of us - michael afton

I have three different drafts I’m working on but is that gonna stop me? no

pairing - michael x reader

cw! impregnation kink, pregnancy sex, praising, overstim, fingering and creampie

sexual content ahead : proceed with caution!

You began to notice how your favorite blouses and shirts fit you a bit tighter than usual, while you didn’t mind fully, finding excitement in your growing belly, you still found yourself wishing your belly didn’t grow as fast as it did. In saying this, there you were sitting on the bed, tears staining your face as you cried into your pillow. Losing track of how long you’d even been crying for, you heard the front door open, you tried scrubbing away your tears, eyes already puffy and red. You curled under a blanket, waiting for Michael to come into the room.

You heard soft footsteps, and the bedroom door swung open, clicking shut, you listened to Michael rustling around the room, getting dressed into more comfortable clothes you guessed. Feeling the bed dip behind you, you turned, meeting Michael’s eyes; immediately noticing how his soft smile dropped. Michael wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close before asking what was wrong, his voice soft and worried. You felt tears pool in eyes again, pressing your face against Michael’s chest. He didn’t pry, only rubbing your back. Looking up at Michael, you opened your mouth to question him. “Do you still think I’m beautiful Michael?” Michael’s eyes widened, wondering why you would ever think to ask that, but he knew you were more sensitive, and took your question seriously.

“Of course I do. Why would I think that the mother of my child isn’t perfect?” Sniffling you looked at him teary eyed, frown still hanging on your face. Michael sighed, shifting only a bit to capture your lips in his, tears stained cheeks brushing against Michael’s. You wrapped your arms around him, finding place in Michael’s hold. Michael pulled away, smile soft and warm, climbing on top of you, Michael hunched over, kissing your cheek, before massaging your sides. “You don’t believe me?” You wiped your eyes, silent. “Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

Quickly, Michael helped pull your clothes off, hands grabbing at your breasts and thighs. You moaned softly into the air, nipples hard against Michael’s finger tips. Leaning down, Michael took your areola into his mouth, teasing and pulling at the swollen bud. You whimpered feeling Michael’s hand cup your cunt, thumb swiping between your folds, and gathering your juices up. Michael stuffed a finger inside of you, looking up and watching how your face contorted.

Adding another finger, Michael curled and scissored his digits, rubbing your clit with his thumb. You bucked your hips up, grabbing at Michael’s arms as you cried out for him, quick to cum on his fingers. Michael pulled his fingers out, licking your juices off of them, before pulling down his pants. Michael lined his throbbing cock up with your hole, puffy cunt ready to swallow Michael whole. Pushing in, Michael admired how you sighed out, gasping when the base of his cock stretched you out. Michael pressed his hips against yours, grabbing your hand and hip, before beginning a slow pace, but quickly speeding up to feed into your moans. Michael groaned, pussy clamping and milking him. You whimpered, pushing up against Michael, feeling him thumb at your belly.

“You’re so pretty. Such a pretty mommy.” His hips heavy on yours, Michael tucked a hand under your lower back, grabbing a pillow with the other and pushing it under you. Michael kept his pace, his moans guttural and low. You grabbed at his shoulders, throwing your head back with a cry. Walls spasming, you bucked your hips up. Michael could hardly keep up, thrusts becoming more and more frantic, eager to release. Your mouth hung open, moans loud and untamable. “Fuck- Y/N.”

I was made for lovin’ you - michael afton

michael brainrot.

pairing - michael x reader

cw! cat calling, gross men, harassment, blood mention, sexual commentary

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

You dreaded Friday’s, those were the days the worst group of boys loitered outside of school. Having to wait for Michael to get out of class, you had to put up with their whistling and beckoning for you to come over. Like you were some dog. You grit your teeth, book bag in your arms. Standing at the exit of the school, today was rather quiet, you assumed the boys had something better to do, good.

You sighed, relieved, but it didn’t last long, you heard boisterous laughing rounding the corner. Glancing over, it was the boys, but there was a face you didn’t recognize, probably a new boy, but probably just as disgusting as the rest. Biting at your lip, you looked at your watch, only a couple minutes before Michael would come out of that door. Just bliss didn’t last for long, thoughts of being able to be with Michael, shattered when you heard a low whistle.

“Hey, you.” You ignored it, not wanting to feed into the teasing. “Hey you. I’m talkin’ to you. You’re that hot chick the buddy’s mentioned.” Crossing your arms, you acted as if you simply didn’t hear them. But they weren’t simply gonna give up. Silence. You were about to assume that they were finally going to just leave you alone, until you heard loud footsteps. You head jerked back, your collar yanked. You whipped your around, face to face with the ring leader.

Scowling you put your hands on his chest, trying to push away. “Let go of me you-” Cut off by a loud laugh, you looked behind the jock, his little henchman all had their eyes trained on you. “Come on babe we’re just trying to talk to ya’. Look, why don’t ya’ come with us eh? Let us all have a go, then we’ll be outta yer’ pretty little hair.” You heard low murmuring come from behind him.

You were livid, not even holding back as you brought your hand up and slapped him. “Disgusting pig.” Pulling away, you were about to storm off when the boy grabbed you by your hair, whining as you were yanked right back into his chest. “Little bitch. You should be honored, not everyday when you get offered a go with someone like me.” Scoffing, you rolled your eyes. Grabbing you by your face, the boy grinned wide, dipping his head down to shove his disgusting mouth against yours. You sneered, spitting at him, watching as he paused, clenching his jaw. “I’m gonna-” The jock paused, looking to his side, you looked over, seeing Michael in the doorway.

“Michael-” You shoved the boy away, trying to get to your boyfriend. “The fuck’s going on here?” Michael wrapped his arm around your side, digging his fingers into your side, obviously pissed. “You that stupid whore’s boyfriend?” He ignored him, Michael ushered you forward, not wanting to deal with the group of boys. “What you mad you caught your bitch with us? Go ahead and have her, no one wants to fuck someone else’s cum rag.” Tears bubbled in your eyes, dripping down onto your cheeks. Michael stopped, letting go you and turning slowly.

“The fuck did you say?” You glanced over your shoulder, watching the boy throw his head back with a laugh. “I said, take your fucking slut home, no one here wants your whore anyways.” Silence. You swallowed the lump in your throat, tears standing your cheeks. Michael tore off his coat, tossing it to you, before lunging at the jock. You gasped, watching as Michael punched the boy in the face, snatching him by the collar. “Say it again.” Eyes blown wide as the boy spit in Michael’s face. The lackey’s all stood, just as surprised. Michael stayed unmoving for a moment, before slugging the boy again.

Your mouth hung open, not knowing what to do. “Why you little-” Punching Michael in the face, the jock struggled, trying to get away from his grip. But Michael was too far gone, shoving him on the floor and climbing on top of him. “Hey man get off of me.” You watched as Michael punched the boy again, grabbing him by the neck, holding him against the ground as he beat the shit out of him. Blood splattered everywhere, all over Michael’s knuckles, some even on his shirt. You cowered back, hugging Michael’s jacket to your chest.

Finally Michael stopped, getting up and wiping at his face. Spitting at the jock, Michael looked over at the rest of the boys. “Stay the hell away from her.” Your eyes widened when you saw the boy, groaning, blood all over his face, nose broken.

Michael turned around, storming towards you. You gasped, wrist snatched up by Michael, you stumbled over your feet, trying to keep up with Michael. “Michael- please! Slow down!” Stopping right in front of his car, Michael turned around, frowning at the sight of your tear stained face. Michael was silent for a moment, pulling you into his arms, feeling how your shoulders shuddered as you cried into his chest. “I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have had to see that.” You balled Michael shirt up in your hands, tears bleeding through his shirt and onto his skin. Soft sobs leaving your throat.