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remnantandrotselfships · 1 day ago

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I miss them so

#f/o: cassie🐰#f/o: gregory

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remnantandrotselfships · 2 days ago

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MICHAEL REDRAW 2025 — 2022!!! except I changed purple mike to teenage mike. I'm sorry, I kind of feel like it's unfinished (I wanted to add a few more details) but ibis kept on crashing (because I decided to draw on larger canvas despite ibispaint's warnings and threats)

#f/o: 🦊michael🐻

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remnantandrotselfships · 2 days ago

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HELLO! I heard ur requests are open so can u do a Yandere michael afton x fem!reader LIKE reader is kind of bratty so Michael has to pin her down and treat her a lesson and breeding kink mike wants to fill her of his baby’s and like reader ain't complaining when it¡s feeling heavenly (cock drunk reader)

there are so less Michael afton fanfic 😭

YAN!MICHAEL AFTON X FEM!READER

Genre: smut

Writer's note: i hope you like it!!

WARNINGS: oral, P in V, manipulation, british language, explicit language, creampie, non-protective sex, degradation, praise, bratty!reader, slight illusion to babytrapping, porn without plot

You make him jealous on purpose--he makes you cockdrunk. Win-win!

Michael was so done with you, and he couldn’t believe he was even thinking that way about you. First, you had teased him on purpose--flirting with other men in front of him (even if you claimed you were just complimenting them, with a smug smirk), knowing exactly how much he hated it. And then, you showed up at his work wearing that short skirt that would flash your whole ass if you bent over. Normally, he wouldn’t have minded… but his father was there, and that bastard had been shamelessly staring at your legs. That was the final straw. How dare his father do that, knowing you belonged only to him? And how dare you act like that while his father was watching?

When 6 AM came, he returned home, took off his coat, and kicked off his shoes. His eyes fell to yours--those beautiful shoes he loved so much, the ones he’d bought for you. They had a tiny purple bow, and it sent a jolt of heat through him knowing you wore purple as his silent claim on you. He walked upstairs and found you asleep, his beautiful darling. He let out a shuddered breath, his body warming as he took in your angelic, peaceful form. You had dared to tease him, to speak to other men with that flirty lilt in your voice. This was your own doing… that’s what he told himself to justify what he was about to do.

He woke you, and you yawned adorably, blinking up at him.

“Michael… it’s 6 AM…” you mumbled sleepily. “I know, love,” he said with a smile, “but we have to talk about your behavior today. That was simply unacceptable…” His hand stroked your hair as he added, “I think you should do something… as an apology,” his fingers already working at his belt. “I didn’t do anything!” you pouted, your voice defiant. “You’re not the one who decides that. You don’t flirt with other men and then claim you did nothing!” he snapped, freeing his cock from his boxers and rubbing the tip against your lips. “Just apologize, and I’ll forget all about it,” he said in that smooth, dangerously hot British accent.

“Hmph, maybe I thought their dicks were worth the trouble,” you shot back. His eyes went wide. You thought their dicks were worth it? You’d been thinking about their dicks? Was he not good enough?

“Fucking dickheads… putting thoughts like that in her head…”

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You let out a startled yelp as he pushed you down onto the bed.

“How dare you… thinking about those other bastards’ cocks when you have mine? Fucking slag,” he snarled. “Your dad could probably fuck me better,” you taunted in that bratty tone he despised. If there was one thing he hated more than anything, it was the idea of his father being better than him at anything.

“I hate him. I wish he’d go through springlock failure again…”

You gasped when his free hand gripped your head and forced his cock deep into your throat. You huffed in protest but quickly began sucking eagerly. “You always make me do this… fuck!” he groaned, his voice low and rough. You looked up at him, and he gave you a twisted smile. “Look at you… my little cocksucker, fuck~! Mmm~! That’s all you’re good for--keeping my cock warm~! Let me do the thinking for you~!” he moaned, thrusting into your throat until you gagged.

Your eyes watered as breathing grew difficult, but with your wrists pinned, you couldn’t move away. He held your head still as he came down your throat with a deep, satisfied moan.

Finally, he released your wrists and hair, and you coughed, catching your breath.

“’M sorry, Michael…” you whispered with teary eyes, thighs rubbing together unconsciously. Michael smiled with something dark behind it, leaning down to kiss your tears.

“You look so beautiful… even when you’re crying. So fragile…” he murmured, cupping your face and kissing you deeply. So fragile… you needed him--his protection. Only his.

His hands slid down, pinching your nipples through your nightgown and drawing out a needy whimper. “I don’t think you’re that sorry yet…” he said, his gaze dropping to your stomach.

His tongue darted across his lips as he imagined your belly swollen, your tits full and heavy. The thought made his cock twitch. That would teach you. That would make sure you could never leave him. He slid your panties off, and you didn’t resist--just let him do whatever he wanted, even through your whining and tears. That was the reward of his careful manipulation: you were such a good listener now. Lining himself up, he teased your slit before pushing in, drawing a loud, needy moan from your throat. He didn’t wait before moving, the sound of skin slapping against skin mixing with your cries and the wet squelch of your bodies. “M-Mike~!!” you moaned out, voice breaking. Your pussy clamped around him like a vice as he thrust harder, his groans joining yours. “Fuck~! You’re so pretty… my pretty girl! Fuckin’ hell~!” he gasped.

You looped your arms around his neck, moaning sweetly against him. He looked down at your flushed, dazed face--eyes rolled back, lips parted--and chuckled darkly. Leaning to your ear, he whispered, “I’m gonna fill you up so good.” You babbled something incoherent in reply. Michael’s thrusts turned erratic as his release built. Then you felt it--hot, thick spurts filling you, and you cried out as you squirted around him. Michael sighed in satisfaction, kissing your wet cheeks. “They wouldn’t fuck you like this, would they?” he murmured with a soft laugh. You mumbled nonsense before sleep claimed you. He pulled out and caressed your cheek, his cum oozing out of your well-used hole. “Maybe I should fuck you in front of William,” he said to himself, a lovesick gleam in his eyes.

Maybe being bratty wasn’t so bad after all…