#🍒 — michael afton

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

i think john faith and mike fnaf should be friends and be pathetic grown ass men together

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

mike vs mike

Mike protects his sister in every FNAF universe.. right?

[clndstn-headmates]

May I request an alter pack of michael afton from fnaf?

yeah totally. i went with his younger (prebite) version :P hope u enjoy, u can change anything

-Mod Cy

NAMES: Michael/Mike Afton

AGE: 16

PRONOUNS: he/him

GENDERS: cis boy

SEXUALITY: gay

SOURCE: Five Nights at Freddy's

SPECIES: human

ROLE: avenger

TRANSIDS: transUSAmerican, transNYaccent, transbully, permateen, transpiercing, nulltraumatized, permabully, transconsang, transamoriconsang, transnosebandage, permabruise, permabruisedknuckles, forcedharmful, transsmoker, transacuti, transsiscon, transbisexual, transtransboy, transstrong, transgrunge, transpunk, transdelinquent, nullBritish, permaeyebags, perma1980s

CISIDS: white, brown hair, blue eyes, British-American, braces, PTSD, ODD, conduct disorder, ADHD, older brother, bully, tempermental, insecure, angry, standoffish

PARAS: AAM (🧸), MAP (🍸), hebephile (🍒🍸), pedоphile (🍍🍸), shоtacon (🍯🐻), brocon (🫐🌙), dadcon, aptophile (🍬), biastophile (🥀), autoaptophile (🍭), dacryphile (💧)

APPEARANCE:

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[m1n4h]

@stillangelxx Sure, I'll try to expalin <:D

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So... The theory, that inspired me for the first doodle.

Ok uhmm it's a theory about Glamrock Freddy being possessed, but it's not Michael or Henry. It's a theory about Glamrock Freddy being possessed by Tony (yea, actually)

Before anyone starts an argument in comments, I'll just say that GlamMike is a good theory, but it really never made sense for me, especially after confirming the Mimic being canon, and Afton like... being dead ig

So, once I've seen a theory video, where it was explained who might Glamrock Freddy be possessed by, if it's not Michael or Henry. And there were two possible characters. One of them was Tony.

In the book Freddy acted completely opposite from how he acts in SB (Gregory controlled him, stalking Tony every time he went to the pizzaplex). But in SB he... Well. Y'know. He's pretty friendly.

If you reread the book, you'll understand that Freddy in SB and Tony have many similarities.

Both can overthink too much (and do), Gregory, in answer, always shut them up. He told to Freddy: "I don't think it's good for your programming" (or something in that kind), and to Tony he told: "It's not good for your health" in the books. In the books Tony waved to Freddy with his right hand, and in answer Freddy just stared blankly at Tony. but he did the same as Tony in security breach to Gregory. Freddy and Tony are both kind and friendly. Both strive for justice. They are both quite intelligent and shrewd, both want to solve a complicated mystery, and they both have a sense for dark deeds.

Even though souls are pretty forgetful, they still can remember something. I'll put these two voice lines as an example:

About the second Freddy's voice line. It seems like he remembered something/not just something about GGY and Gregory, before he got hacked.

And also, Gregory (while being under control), never really killed people with his own hands, but used machinery/animatronics for that. We learn about it from therapy CDs. It seems he usually used Freddy for that, since he's his favourite. So that leads to the conclusion, that Gregory probably didn't really just killed Tony, he controlled Freddy to kill Tony.

I don't think i need to explain the whole thing about Freddy having a lot of hints for being possessed. Pretty sure many of us know about it, and it would be unnecessary.

But, yeah. This is what i can tell about this theory so far. Sorry i made it that long😨

It just... makes sense to me.

[fictionkinfessions]

https://www.tumblr.com/fictionkinfessions/733281658722304000/to-my-children-i-dont-know-how-you-remember-me

for what it's worth , i don't even know for sure yet if this is me but , if it is , as hard as it could be , i forgive you . if you regret it then it must mean something right ?

i think that even as much pain as your actions caused , i still wouldn't mind meeting you again . i hope you're okay in this life and that you've found peace .

- ( possibly ) michael afton . ( #☎🍒 )

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[hotfudgecherryrosy]

youre like 100% right actually. im ashamed how careless i was with my words. mike doesnt have the capacity to have a boytoy, only be one. ive always hc-ed him as gay/ace

in my mind ness is an amateur detective / conspiracy theorist that turns out to be right like 90% of the time. almost like the question (dc, justice league unlimited) i guess in that respect? i need to draw ness. i love this fit but its too 70s for the 90s, but with hard work i can adapt it while keeping most of it's flair...

also cotbg member spotted 👁👁

Guys. I need Ness but like this:

Detective Ness

[wastakensystem]

System Emojis and nicknames as of 12/23/2021

/ means dormant

X means missing

🍒 Issa /

🖤 Aurora (Ari, Ash, b*tch, host)

💚 Katelyn (Kate, Katie)

🧜Rachael (Mom)

👿 Nate (Dickhead) X

🤍 Echo (Half n half) /

🍓Oliver (Ollie)

🌹 Serafina (Sera) /

🧸 Powder

🌺 has no name /

🐉 Endermom (No proper name yet)

Ari d.a's

🔺️Tommyinnit DSMP

Tommyinnit (raised fundy with tubbo)

cannot find file

Heatwaves Dream

My Hero Academia

🌪 Shigaraki Tomura (Shig, Shigs, Shiggy)

🌟 Bakugo Katsuki (Puppy, Ski)

🥦 Midoriya Izuku (Zuzu, Deku, Dora)

🍲 Todoroki Shoto (Icyhot, Sho, Toto)

🌩 Kaminari Denki (Ki, Kam, DunceFace)

💉 Himiko Toga

DSMP

☁️💚 Dream (GreenBoy)

🧨 Wilbur Soot (Burr)

👑📕 Ranboo (Boo) /

👑🐷Technoblade

❤🩹 Exile!Tommyinnit (Big Man, Toms)

🔥🧠 Lavainnit (Lava)

🪶 Philza (Birdza)

🕊 Passerine! Little! Wilbur (Lil Wilby)

🌊 Ghostbur (Ghostie)

🪰 GeorgeHD (HD) X

💫 DreamXD (XD) X

🩸 Passerine! Techno /

🗡Ghost!Passerine!Tommy

🕷 Tommyinnit

🎰 Quackity

Tomminits Clinic For Supervillians

☮Tommy

🎸Siren (Wilbur)

🌻Zephyrus (Phil)

🥔Blade (Techno)

☢Nuke (Tubbo)

🌌Ender (Ranboo)

💧Nemesis/Arson (Niki)

🏳️‍🌈Captain (Puffy)

🏳️‍⚧️ Monarch (Eret)

🐼 Flame (Sapnap)

🐤 Quackity

SallyFace

🚩 Travis (Sally Face Simper) /

🚬Larry /

FNAF

🍦 Elizabeth (Liz, Lizzy)

🎤 Circus Baby (Baby, C.B.) /

🍇 Michael Afton (Mike, Mike n Ike, grape, eggs, dumbdick)

🐻💛 C.C Afton (Golden Boy) X

👻 Cassidy (Cas) X

🐰 Springbonnie (no William)

🐇 Springtrap

🕸 Scraptrap

🎶 Glitchtrap

🪓 William Afton (cursed rabbit)

🎵 Vanny

Glamrock Freddy

Glamrock Roxanne (Roxy)

Montgomery

Glamrock Chica

Foxy

Mangle

Ennard

Funtime Freddy

BonBon

Aphmau

⚫ Zane Ro'Meave /

🛡 Garroth Ro'Meave

⚔ Katelyn

📚 Travis

🐺 Aaron Lycan /

🪄 Lucinda X

❄Ein X

💝Kawaii~Chan/

🦄Aphmau /

🧡Cadenza

💛Sasha X

🤎Teony

🍵Zoey

🦁Levin (smol)

Black Butler

🍰 Ciel Phantomhive X

🗝Elizabeth Midford X

Sander Sides

💜 Virgil Sanders /

🐙 Remus Sanders/

🧋Sleep Sanders/

Supernatural

😇 Castiel /

DbH

🔵 Kara /

👨‍✈️Connor /

👩‍🎤Emma Phillips (she's girl from demo but actually older with Android freedom)

Angels of Death

🦋Rachel Gardner

💀Zack (Issac Foster)

[hotfudgecherryrosy]

In my dream in the fnaf 2 movie both mikes were there (game and movie) and game mike had a giant mech.

[wh0rephobic]

okay but imagine the reader and michael met in the pizzeria and she always goes there because of the arcade and the food and at some point they start fucking in the staff rooms and William knows and hate every second of it while they always laugh and make more noise when he is at the dor shouting at them

-🌾

reader going to the pizzeria one day with a group of friends finding out that your favorite arcade game is broken!! but one of the maintenance workers is working on it for you.

“hey—sorry, how much longer until this game is gonna be ready?” you ask, watching the employee pull his head out of the back to make eye contact with you and woah.

your heart skips a beat, coming face to face with who you think is going to be the most handsomest man you’ll ever lay your eyes on. you try to play off the hint of pink painting your cheeks as his icy blue eyes stare right through you.

“oh,” he begins. “well, i’m just finishing up. shouldn’t be more than ten minutes now, love.”

love? well, that’s pretty forward for your first time meeting. but you decide to focus more on how attractive his forwardness is rather than thinking about the details. it goes well with his accent, which rolls off his tongue like a dream. you nod at his words, realizing you’re staring.

you wait patiently for him to finish, and when he finally screws the hatch back onto the game, he stands to his feet while running his fingers through his hair. you step aside to let him test the game, taking note of the heavy height difference the two of you have while his fingers push a few buttons and tap the joystick around gently to make sure it’s working properly.

“alright, done.” he steps aside to let you at it, crossing his arms with a sly smirk when he says, “now, let’s see if you can beat my high score.”

your lips part in shock, whipping your head around to look at the maintenance guy. “you’re MFA?”

MFA has been the placeholder on this game for months. you’ve been trying to beat the score for as long as you can remember, but every time you get close to it they seem to jump just out of reach. it’s been pissing you off forever.

the man extends a hand out with a nod, “michael afton, at your service.”

afton, as in the founder’s kid. you take note of that for later, shaping up a bit to not make a bad impression as you reach out to shake his hand.

you giggle. “nice to finally meet you, mr. MFA. and for your information, i’ll do just great at beating your high score, thank you very much.”

“we’ll see about that.” he twitches a brow. “come find me if the game breaks again, or if you need someone to pass a level for you.”

wow, what a tease.

“will do,”

so, that begins the war. michael watches you from afar while you try (and fail) your level, swinging your head over your shoulder and blushing when you see him laughing at you. oh, it’s on.

you start coming back weekly, spending your free time trying to beat this man at his own game. you inch higher and higher on the leaderboards, but the day that you walk in, determined that today will be the day, you see him already occupying the game… he’s doubled his score. oh, how he enrages you, growling with your fists clenched to your sides and lips pressed in a line when you growl at him.

“now, now, don’t get so frustrated love,” he taunts. “it’s only a stupid game, and we wouldn’t want any wrinkles to ruin that pretty little face of yours, would we?”

and, there it goes. there goes all of your rage, sent at light-speed down to your core at just the sound of his teasing voice. warmth floods your abdomen, michael stifles a laugh as he watched you flush, furrow only deepening in frustration. fine. if that’s how we’re going to play it…

you shrug, letting him move aside for you to get your turn at it. this time, you take it upon yourself to crouch down a little, getting closer to the screen and managing to arch your back towards him as you do, putting your perfect ass on display in those sinful skinny jeans, right in michael’s face. you let him stare, crossed arms over his chest while you play one level of the game, subtly popping your butt out whenever you jump with adrenaline, putting on a show for michael, nearly twerking in front of him. you would be if you weren’t in public. and when you finally win, you glance your head over your shoulder, hiding your chin and fluttering your eyelashes at him seductively when you hum,

“shouldn’t you be doing something?” in just the most pure and innocent tone.

grumbling, michael walks away.

and so the tables turn. no longer a rivalry of video games, but now against sexual desires as the two of you battle against each other. michael pressing his crotch into your ass whenever he needs to reach over you, you coming in wearing less and less… until finally, neither of you can take it anymore.

you lean your shoulders back against one of the shelves of the staff-only closet while michael holds the fat of your hips in a death grip, bouncing you up and down to meet his thrusts. your head is tilted back on said shelf, eyes scrunched shut with pleasure as he rams his cock into your g-spot head on.

“oh my g-god, please don’t stop!” you gasp.

“oh, yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this?” he growls.

you nod profusely.

“and what if i were to stop, hm?” he teases, pulling almost all the way out and reducing himself to slow, shallow thrusts that take all pleasure away from you. “would you finally admit that i’m the best? that i’m the champion, i’m the best player of that game?”

rolling your eyes, you pick your head up. “never.” you scowl.

it’s hard to keep your composure together when your heart is pounding out of your chest, heart and mind begging him to speed up, to just use you and fuck you senseless!

he tilts his head experimentally, watching your face as he slows his thrusts even further, pushing deeper and letting his cockhead flutter against your special spots. butterflies fly in your stomach, your eyes roll back as he just lets himself sit there and watch you shake, gently falling under his spell.

your eyes cross desperately. you whisper “f-fuck. michael, please!”

he pulls his dick away, “what was that?”

but you don’t respond. you may be a desperate whore, but you’re not ready to give up your pride… that doesn’t stop you from being pathetic, though. you roll your red face on your shoulder, looking over at michael with blown out, glossy eyes and a sad puppy expression that you know he won’t be able to resist.

“aww,” he chuckles with a soft smile, right before speeding his thrusts back up to a pace that will ruin you. “don’t worry, doll. i won’t humiliate you too much now, i’ve got to save some for later.”

but you can’t hear a thing he says. with his cock twitching against your tightening walls, you can only tilt your head back as you arch your hips into his.

“oh, oh-!” you call. “p-please, michael! fuck me like you mean it!”

“mm,” he grunts. “as you wish.”

he pulls you in further, burying his dick past your g-spot and kissing your uterus with each thrust. you grab onto a bar for support as tears prick your eyes. your lips are parted wide, letting out just the lewdest sounds over the clapping of your skin and squelches of your slick cunt. god, this closet sounds like it could be a porno. michael’s face twists in focus as his eyes glue to where his cock drive inside of you, hips meeting and your puffy clit gaps against his pelvis after every thrust. it’s perfect, he’s playing you like a video game.

“th-there, right there!” you cry. “awh, you’re gonna make me cum-m!” your whiny voice wavers as you bounce.

but just then, a loud pounding on the door stops everything. arousal dies in your stomach as you watch michael’s face run pale, hands holding both of you still as you hold your breaths.

“michael, so help me god!” a deeper british voice growls from the other side of the door. “can’t you keep it down?! this is a family establishment!”

michael’s eyes widen, and yours mirror in return while you mouth what, what?!

“that’s my father!” he whispers, and you can only utter a giggle.

using your laugh as approval, michael smiles with you before pushing your hips off of him, keeping his tight grip before pulling you back down and pushing his hips into you again. your legs spread impossibly wider as he uses you, trying it give your needy clit pure availability to his skin to grind on, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“oh, michael! y-you feel so good inside me, a-ah!” you moan out, arching your back more to show off the way your tits bounce as you make sure his father can hear every ounce of pleasure.

“fuck baby,” he groans. “i’m gonna fill you up good.”

there’s another pound on the door that makes you laugh into the sex. “michael!”

(MFA stands for Michael Fucking Afton)

[wh0rephobic]

50 + 58 with Michael? 🙏

cw: pussy-drunk mike, oral (fem receiving), sub!michael, fem!sub!reader

michael has had his head in between your legs for what’s felt like hours.

not that you’re complaining, not at all. he has the tongue of a god and you love feeling him happily lick up all of the wetness that’s leaking out of your sore hole like a dog that’s getting it’s first drink of water on a summer day.

but, as much as you love it, you feel guilty. michael’s spent so long tending to your needs that he hasn’t had any kind of stimulation to his dick at all. you want to reward him for pleasing you, for making you feel so good.

but yeah, you’re not wrong. his poor cock has been neglected all day, aching where it’s hidden in his boxers, so hard and red that it’s leaving stains of precum on the purple material. he’s grinding his hips down onto the mattress. the sight of it makes you groan.

“m-m-michael…” you stutter, shaking with the aftermath of your fourth orgasm.

he hums against your slick pussy in response.

“don’t you wanna-hh-ah!” a moan rips through you as he shakes his head, you feel the rough of his tastebuds scrub against your clit. “mm..! oh my god… d-don’t you w-w-wanna fuck me?”

“mmm,” he sighs, contemplating. “mm-mm.” he shakes his head ‘no’.

you throw your head back and let out a whine, begging, “please, michael. please, just let me suck you’re dick,”

as tempting as the thought is, he huffs out against your pelvis, moving to suck wet kisses into your thighs.

“i only want to please you.” he mutters out between kisses, eyes closed as his head spins.

“i know, i wanna make you feel good too,” you whine.

michael huffs again, eyes zoning out as he thinks, lips pressed against the soft skin of your thigh. honestly, he doesn’t even want to cum. yeah, his erection is so prominent that just you looking at it would probably send him over the edge, but he just doesn’t care about that right now. he cares about you, and how good you feel clenching on his tongue, how good his name sounds in your mouth, only you.

but, if that’s really what you want, then he’ll comply.

michael pulls off of your thigh, “okay. okay, baby, i’ll fuck you.”

you can only whimper in response, felling him finally abandon your pussy and come up. you lift your hands to hold his sides as he pulls down his boxers, grunting deeply as his wet tip comes in contact with the cold air, slapping against his stomach. you let out another whimper at how painful it looks, feeling so bad for neglecting him for so long (michael doesn’t feel bad, though).

michael slides his cock into you without any resistance.

“o-oh!” you gasp, feeling him fill you so full like he always does.

michael just grunts and begins thrusting in and out of you with an even rhythm.

though, he quickly falls out of it. his hips stutter, his thrusts are reduced to low grinds and ruts into you… it’s not good. you both acknowledge that michael is too out of his head to be fucking you properly right now. his eyes are blown so wide you can’t see the blue anymore. his hair is a mess and face flushed with his lips parted, he truly looks like a mess.

his eyes are raking over your body like he’s going to devour you, hands roaming your stomach so gently you’d think you’re porcelain.

michael finally speaks, “do you know how beautiful you are?” he pants, “it’s truly distracting.”

you blush, turning away. “michael… please,”

you rub your hand up his back, trying to pull him down to earth. it works a little bit as he starts his shallow thrusts again and stops cockwarming you.

he’s rubbing the inside of your pussy perfectly. your eyes flutter closed at the feeling as you begin to moan.

“oh, awh-!” your head tilts back, arching your back with it and squeezing around michael’s cock.

that’s when he falters, hips stuttering and slowing before he pulls out. you feel his presence leave from above you and you open your eyes back up in confusion of the loss.

“i can’t, i-i can’t-‘m sorry, baby,” he lowers himself back down between your legs again, “please be a good girl and let me eat you out, please,”

he starts lapping at your folds again before you even have a say. if this is truly what he wants then you give up, folding your arm over your eyes and sighing with pleasure. he feels so good.

“okay,”

[wh0rephobic]

Micheal fucking his girlfriend so loud his dar can hear after he finds out William had a “crush” on her >>>>>>> -🌸

YESSS and the whole “you cant have her” pisses him off SO MUCH my guy’s downstairs punching air n shit but he’s also getting irresistibly hard at the sound of her loud moans and begs that he can’t help but pump his cock to the sound of his son fucking the most beautiful girl in the world… he’s disgusted with himself for being the pervert that he is, but she’s just so…

Michael finds out when he goes downstairs to get his gf a glass of water (and taunt his dad) afterwards and sees William wiping his hands clean with a paper towel. Neither of them say anything, but Michael gets so pissed that he becomes red in the face and storms back upstairs for round two, and three, and however many it takes for it to burn into William’s brain that she’s his. she’s getting her brains fucked out and can’t be happier.

[wh0rephobic]

michael afton nsfw

michael afton is definitely a MASTER with his tongue like he could make you cum in MINUTES when he eats you out but when you ride his face?? omg it’s over for you you’re gripping the sheets pulling his hair squirting crying everything in no time at all and he loves it too bc he loves the way you taste <33 holding your shaking thighs in place around his head with his strong arms omggg

after a while you finally learn how to function while sitting on his face and you can lean down and suck his dick while he’s devouring your pussy which is good bc 69 is his favorite i feel, like he loves receiving just as much as he loves giving. he loves teasing you,, like if you grind your hips down on his face (just because it feels SO good and you need more) he’ll buck his hips into your mouth and make you choke… he loves it when you choke on his cock

but after you’re done and you’re collapsed on your back gasping for air with tears streaming down your face and he needs to praise you for taking his tongue so well <3 he almost feels bad for wrecking you every single time but he just gets so pussy drunk that he can’t hold himself back

but you love it all <33

[wh0rephobic]

MORE STEPBRO MICHAEL MORE STEPBRO MICHAEL! i want him to bully me really bad!! ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥ ♡ ♥

(reader and michael are 18+)

stepbro!michael only fucks you when your parents are going at it so that your moans are covered up by your parents.

stepbro!michael catching you off-guard, attaching his lips to you neck to suck the deepest hickey into your skin, mark you as his own and piss off your mother with your whorish behavior only after you throw your head back. you struggle to pull yourself together under his spell and push him away. for every hickey, you rake your nails down his back, painting it in red marks that make him hiss, and lets the whole school see them the next day at practice when his team splits into shirts-and-skins.

step!bro michael who storms upstairs after an argument with his dad and slams the door. not his door though, yours. where he demands you to take off your clothes, where he gets behind you on the bed and holds a palm over your mouth to muffle your moans and cries while you drool over his palm as he fucks you stupid, using you to take all of his rage out and after you both cum, he leaves you weak, sprawled out over the bed while he gets dressed and leaves to go to his room and smoke.

stepbro!michael who will catch you in the kitchen when he heads downstairs to get a midnight snack, you in your classic tanktop and shorts night outfit, leaning over the counter and subtly arching your back to show off your ass when he walks in the kitchen. he notices and scoffs, coming behind you and pressing his clothes dick into your ass as he reaches up to the cabinet to grab a bowl above you. he places a hand on your shorts when he pulls away for support, letting it linger and then beginning to rub up and down on the material. you let him play with you, thinking more innocently about yourself before he takes it upon himself to push his fingers into the hem and sprawling them over your cheeks before commenting.

“no panties?” he asks, you only gaze over your shoulder. “wow, you can’t even put clothes on for five minutes to come downstairs and eat, can you?”

you turn back around, staring at the cereal in front of you. “well, it’s not like you mind.”

“tch, slut.” his fingers reach lower until they make contact with your pussy. you lean into his touch as his index finger enters your hole. “ugh, already wet, too.”

stepbro!michael who pushes you into the counter, fingering you with all of his strength in the dark of night and making you cum over and over again just on his few digits until your legs are wobbly and your panties have been soiled, tiring both of you out for a good night’s sleep when you head upstairs to your separate rooms.

[wh0rephobic]

Omgg yess, and Micheal becoming incredibly possessive afterwards and just fucking her at work, in his dad’s room while he’s gone, EVERYWHERE and ANYWHERE William could potentially see or catch them-🌸

AHHHH STOPP because his gf is absolutely living rn, getting fucked senseless on every surface in the afton household, fully spread out on the grand king sized bed for hours at a time… life is luxury.

he even lets her walk around the house in just a bra and his boxers, sporting all of his hickies and bite marks from their endless sessions. it pisses william off when he comes home from a long day of work to see her leaning over the counter, helping herself to the last of one of their gallons of ice cream in her a pair of his son’s underwear (that he folds when he does the laundry) marked up like a slut, sparing him a quiet “hi Mr. Afton” in her cute little voice… william only grunts in response before walking away, red in the face.

there actually is a time where mike and his gf get caught. he’s got her propped up on his dad’s workbench in the garage, pounding into her like his life depends on it, dragging her hips to meet his with every thrust while he drinks in her mewls like medicine. william, unknowing of the situation, opens the door and makes immediate eye contact with michaels girlfriend, who quickly gasps and hugs michael tight to hide her body from william, burying her face in his shoulder and wrapping her legs around his hips as michael freezes.

michael and his father have some kind of possessive stare-down for a minute before william finally caves, uttering out a “sorry,” before shutting the door and going back inside, allowing the two of them to get back to… whatever they’re doing. he’s flaming with jealous rage, but that is exactly what michael wants, isn’t it?

🌸 i think we are going to be very good friends

[wh0rephobic]

🐏 anon hheheh

been thinking abt the father and son sex rivalry. would love to see more of the idea…theyre so….

THEYRE SO FUCKING ?!!!!?

they’re VERY jealous of each other, they want to be better than the other so badly. since they’re both into the fight, no one can ever win and once you walk into the picture… oh, it just gets worse.

the way that one minute, you’ll be in william’s office sucking his cock into your pussy so tight that he has no other option but to pump all of his cum out deep in your womb. he peppers kisses all over your face until you come down from your high and stop shaking. you put on your clothes while he tucks the strands of hair that were stuck to your face with sweat behind your ears. he treats you so delicately, with the softest kisses and touches so that when he fucks you, you feel like you’ll break. he treats you delicately because he wants you to feel wanted, so that you’ll choose him.

but i didn’t lie when i called it a fight.

so, when michael catches you stumbling down the hallway after william is done with you, he does not hesitate to grab you by the wrist and pull you in tight, peppering kisses in the exact same path william just had, leading down your neck as he leads you into the storage closet.

“n-no, no—michael, i’m too sore!” you whine as he dips his hand into the waistband of your pants.

“oh it’s okay baby,” he promises, kissing against your neck. “i’ll be gentle with you.”

taking in shaky breaths, you nod, letting him have your way with you.

michael eats you out for hours while you whimper and whine on his tongue. your entire body jerks whenever he licks up your swollen clit. he pulls at least three orgasms from you and ends holding you close so you don’t fall over, bare hole throbbing as it’s been abused past it’s limit by these two boys today.

you’re sent home with a paycheck for doing absolutely nothing in the workplace but fucking him and his son. you crawl into bed with an aching pussy just to wake up tomorrow and do it all over again. it’s completely immature of the two of them to put you in the middle of their rivalry like this, but as long as you’re cumming by their manipulation you really don’t mind.

[wh0rephobic]

All 💅🏻anon can think about is michael.

I feel like michael would be such a sweetie that he wouldn't ask you to fuck him or anything. Like he'd be sitting next to you and have the worlds worst hard on and wouldnt even talk about it. Then when you ask if he's alright because he's squirming around he caves in and begs you to suck him off, or anything.

That's all <3

michael once heard one of his girl friends complaining about how her boyfriend was always begging to have sex with her, and after a while it started to feel like he just wanted her for her body. obviously that’s fucked up, right? michael wouldn’t even think twice about it! …but the problem lies where michael doesn’t know where the line is drawn.

you’re his first s/o after he hears that, and he really likes you. like, a lot. he’s currently trying to figure out when the appropriate time to tell you that he loves you is!

anyways, i’m getting off-topic. so, michael really likes you, and he never wants to make you feel how his friend did so as a precaution he just decided to never ask. he assumed that if you wanted to have sex, you could initiate and that works! you initiate a fair amount of the time, and for the rest of the time you usually aren’t over so he just jerks off.

but, your relationship is getting more serious and now you’re starting to spend a lot more time at michael’s house. he likes it, he praises himself for getting this far with you and gives credit to the not-asking method… but you’ve been over for three days and you’ve only had sex once, he’s horny!

michael has suppressed so many boners the past few days that he believes his poor cock is bruised, the way it aches between his legs… he’s a mess, he’s truly falling apart.

and now that he’s just laying next to you in bed, the two of you silently enjoying each other’s company as you read and he watches tv… his eyes linger, craning his neck to gaze at you lovingly. oh, he just loves you. the way your eyelashes flutter against your rosy cheeks when you blink, the way you chew on your lip whenever you’re concentrated, or the way your tiny fingers so delicately caress the page, thumb rubbing the paper up and down, the same way it does when you flick it over his tip… it’s happening again.

he can feel the way his dick twitches in his pants. he rolls over on his side, away from you to hide it as he begins to ward it off with bad thoughts. though, the thoughts of you are stronger! your seductive voice, the tears that slide down your cheeks when he fucks you too good… shit. he’s throbbing where he lets out quiet huffs under his breath, physically fighting off his own body as his shorts restrain him, kicking his legs back and forth and rolling around trying to find a comfortable position, or at least some kind of stimulation.

you can feel the bed rocking around but ignore it for the sake of your story just getting good. michael accidentally rolls too far, tip nudging against the mattress and providing him just enough touch to take the edge off. his bites his lip with a sharp inhale, glancing over his shoulder to make sure he hasn’t interrupted you when all shame escapes him and he begins subtly pushing his hips into the comforter, tapping his hard cock against in in hopes for some relief, even if it’s more teasing than relieving. so, he pushes further, cockhead twitching against the material of his boxers and making him whimper. he can’t control it anymore.

but, that’s exactly when you snap, folding your hood down into your lap. “michael, what are you—“ you glance over his shoulder, catching his flustered face trying to bury itself as he stops his movements. “oh,”

he sighs, full of shame. you catching him like this is humiliating, putting aside how he’s doing it right next to you! …but, despite how weird it is, you find it rather endearing.

“aww,” you coo at his state, only making his face darken. “you need some help, sweet boy?”

michael blinks, trying to gather at least one thought but failing as he falls onto his back, grabbing your wrist as a lifeline as he begs.

“oh, please! please, God, you have no idea! p-please help me, please help, please…” there are tears welling I’m his pretty blue eyes! oh… who are you to resist him?

“oh, poor baby…” you pout, beginning to palm him and watching as his eyes cross with pleasure as he lets out whiny moans.

“oh… oh, ah—ohh…” he groans, each sound sending more and more blood to flush his face.

without another word, you slip your fingers underneath his waistband and wrap around the base of his cock. wow, it really is hard! poor michael must’ve been waiting for your attention for hours!! try days.

doesn’t matter. you pull his dick out, watching the precum dribble out of the slit as it twitches whenever you drag your hand up his shaft. by the looks of it, he’s already close. you can feel the way your eyes blow out at the sight.

in your haze, michael moves next to you, pulling his hands up to hide his face, letting out loud whines into his palms.

you reach your free hand up to his wrists, pulling them away. “no, no… let me see your face, pretty boy…”

he complies, letting them fall to his side as he gazes up you with glossy eyes, a whimper slipping through his lips as his face starts to contort.

“good boy,” you whisper, leaning in tj pepper michael’s face with kisses.

you trail them down to his neck, nipping lightly on the skin below his ear and trailing your tongue around before blowing cool air on it, making him twitch.

all of a sudden, michael bucks his hips up with a yelp. “mm, baby, ‘m close. ‘m close, close!”

you hum against his neck and speed up your hand, tugging him up and down, flicking your thumb under the frenulum whenever you twist over the head. moving faster, faster and faster as michael squirms below you, gripping onto your wrist as he succumbs to his orgasm.

michael snaps. his body jerks, hips lifting as he squirts all over your fist. you tighten, rocking your hand up and down to help ride him out as he holds onto you so tight you expect to see fingerprints engraved into your arm.

“good boy,” you mumble as you observe, “such a good boy, michael…”

“oh thank you, thank you, thank you…”