I WRITE FANFICS
Tmnt (bayverse)
Hazbin hotel
Yanderes (ybg, mdhm, swsdj)
Fnaf
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dirt enthusiast
noise dept.
d e v o n
hello vonnie
RMH
Sweet Seals For You, Always
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
taylor price
One Nice Bug Per Day

Andulka
styofa doing anything

if i look back, i am lost
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Xuebing Du
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I WRITE FANFICS
Tmnt (bayverse)
Hazbin hotel
Yanderes (ybg, mdhm, swsdj)
Fnaf
(NSFW AND SFW)
Resquest open
Hey everyone, how are you all doing? Just wanted to let you know that I'm working on the fanfics you sent me and I need your help finding a Bay Donnie x Reader fanfic where Donnie wants to end his relationship with the reader but doesn't know how, so instead of breaking up with her directly, he pretends he's on a very dangerous/complex mission that requires his attention.
So he leaves the reader in the dark, like, he doesn't text and doesn't see their messages (they don't text anymore either), but then they decided to call April, and heard Mikey ordering pizza in the background. It seemed more like a party than a mission, so they went down to the lair and discovered there was no mission at all, that Donnie lied to them because he thought they wouldn't accept it....
Please, if you know, tell me the name or the username of the creator.
hi! Can you pls make a fiction about the movie! Michael Afton and the reader is his daughter, and she's been living with Vanessa for a few years (I literally get some aunt vibe from Vanessa), and she's 1-2 years older than Abby. In the second movie, when Michael corners Vanessa, Mike, and Abby (the scene where Mike first meets Michael), the reader bursts in because she also knows everything about Freddy’s, while Michael is just shocked because he's seeing his daughter again after all these years (another reason for the shock is that Reader has a lot of scars on her body, because she literally jumped over the fence at summer camp and rode a bike with a broken leg just to be able to come to Freddy's, to save her aunt.) have a nice day!
Hi, how are you? I tried to make it as similar as possible to what you asked for, I hope you like it.
Warning! Paternal abandonment, Daddy issues.
Apparently, the father's bad temper runs in the Afton family. You were a child who was 'abandoned' with your aunt when you were almost two years old. You have no idea who your mother was; she died when you were very young. But unfortunately, you knew your father, Michael Afton, a man who, in your eyes, was a scoundrel, a rogue. The last time you saw him was at your 5th birthday party. He gave you a doll, held you in his arms, and sang "Happy Birthday" with you. That was the last day you saw your father. You knew he was alive because of your aunt Vanessa, but you already considered yourself an orphan.
Life was good now, your grandfather, by the glory of God, was dead, you had just turned 15, and you had a wonderful relationship with your Aunt Vanessa. But you could see that something was bothering your aunt; she seemed distant. She's there, at the breakfast table, her mind elsewhere.
"Auntie? Is everything alright?"
you asked, worried about her. She, in turn, gets such a fright that she almost spills her coffee.
"Y/N, you scared me, sweetie. Yes, Auntie's fine. Come have breakfast with me, I made eggs just the way you like them."
"Aunt, I know you don't like me talking about this, but I had another dream about my father"
you say, looking at the eggs.
"Was it different this time? Or was it just another dream like the others?"
she asked, worried.
"The same, he kissed me on the forehead and left. I called him and called him, he heard me, but ignored me, probably just like he's been doing for the last ten years."
You stop and look at her.
"Aunt, why doesn't my father love me?"
Vanessa froze. She knows what her father's male presence has done to her life. She's even grateful that Michael is absent from his niece's life, but imagine how much you suffer.
"I love you, you're my niece, my companion, you're my little girl. Your father, unfortunately, is a copy of your grandfather. It's better this way. You don't have his love, but you are loved."
This, in a way, comforted you, comforted the emptiness inside you, an emptiness you overflowed with hatred for your father.
The day went by normally, you finished breakfast, got dressed, and went to the bus stop to wait for the bus (obviously). When you got on, you ran into Abby, your aunt's 'boyfriend's' sister, talking about the animatronics, and that sent a chill down your spine. You know everything: about your grandfather's murders, the souls in the animatronics, and all the crap your Aunt Vanessa tries to keep you clean about, but unfortunately, it still affects you. You sit on the bench in front of her and listen to her talk about the science fair. In a way, even though you're not in the same class or the same age, you interact all the way to school, but a terrible anguish wouldn't leave your chest for anything. You just couldn't quite put your finger on what it was.
The day passes and you're left agonizing over that feeling. What could it be? A divine warning or a heart problem that would result in your death? God willing, it's the second option, because you wouldn't be able to handle it if it were a warning that something was going to happen to you or your aunt. With so many jumbled thoughts, you end up missing the bus back home, and you live a hell of a long way from school. So, (y/n), put those sticks you call legs to work! It's a long way. You pass a playground and see a father playing with his daughter, who apparently looks about 8 years old. This broke your heart because, despite all the hatred and resentment you had for your father, a part of you still longed for his love and attention, even after 10 long years.
When you finally get home (it's already night) and take off your coat, your aunt isn't there. She must be at her boyfriend Mike Schmidt's house, but your heart still hasn't rested. You grab the walkie-talkie you had with your aunt for emergencies and dial the intercom, but you hear nothing but some children's screams, a terrified voice in the distance, and a... familiar voice... you need to save your aunt, NOW. You grab your bicycle and ride off to Mike's house (the walkie-talkie has a tracker, police stuff your Aunt Vanessa, who's a police officer, gave you). You pedal in the cold night, but at one point a car invaded your space, causing you to lose control of your bicycle. You went up onto the sidewalk and crashed into a barbed wire fence. You were badly hurt, you'd have permanent scars later, but you'd deal with that later. You needed to save your beloved aunt, so you kept riding, heading towards the Schmidt's house.
You arrived and entered, only to be confronted with the two worst scenes of your life: your aunt cornered by animatronics trying to kill her, and...your father, Michael Afton.
"STOP THIS SHIT!"
you yelled. Everyone looked at you, including him, your father. The expressions of a spoiled child vanished from his face, replaced by shock, pure shock. You were him in a female version, a teenager, same eyes, nose, chin...his little daughter.
"Daughter?"
he managed to say.
"No, not daughter, I don't have a father, but if you prefer to put it that way, stop it now, DAD, leave them alone. My aunt didn't do anything wrong."
He looked at you, your body too bruised, your gaze too cold.
"(y/n) I don't know what to say, you've grown so much, my daughter."
He approached and looked closely at you, tears in his eyes that simply refused to fall. At that same moment, the old animatronics entered and finished off the toys, thus ending his plan to continue your grandfather's insane legacy. He looked at you after ten years. You expected a hug, an apology, but all he did was run away, just like in your dream.
Everyone left the house, your aunt argued with her boyfriend, and you stayed at the door, watching him leave as quickly as possible. Your aunt appeared sadly behind you,
"He left again, Aunt, he ran away again."
you said while your heart was broken once more by the man who should have loved you most in the world.
Hey guys, my request box is malfunctioning. If you want any TMNT Bayverse or FNAF fanfiction (I also do Vanessa, it doesn't have to be just men), feel free to send it, and send your most absurd, perverse and repressed ideas.
Hi everyone, you can send me new questions, the ones I had before were deleted. Please send new questions, I'm feeling generous today.
Hey guys, my request box is malfunctioning. If you want any TMNT Bayverse or FNAF fanfiction (I also do Vanessa, it doesn't have to be just men), feel free to send it, and send your most absurd, perverse and repressed ideas.
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More vanessa shelly p links pls!! Preferably w/ female viewer, I really wanna see some strap or oral :P
heres the best I've got
Vanessa Shelly P links (Female Viewer version)
Vanessa fucking you with a strap for being a good girl
Eating you out before work
Some bathtub fun with her
yk that one trend on tiktok...
Hello, hello, hello? This is the first fanfic I'm writing in 2026. I've been feeling very maternal lately. I've always dreamed of being a mother to a boy, so I thought, why not a very affectionate and maternal fanfic with our boy? I hope you like it.
Movie! Michael Afton x Fem reader
There's no romance!
The reader is about 20 years old and Michael is around 6.
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You are very hardworking, you work at Freddy's as a waitress in the morning, and in your afternoon/evening shift you babysit the owners' children, Charlotte, daughter of Henry and Vanessa, and Michael, children of the infamous William Afton. You received good money for working 3 shifts and taking care of those wonderful children.
And they really, really liked you, Aunt (Y/N), but there was one in particular, Michael to tell the truth, who was your favorite, and apparently you were his favorite employee too. Of course, you liked the other girls too; you were affectionate with all three, you talked, played, fed them, tidied up, but Michael had a more spacious place in your heart.
Vanessa and Charlie were a little older, around 8 or 9 years old, and they wanted to play amongst themselves and with other children their age, which meant leaving Michael a little alone. And since he's a very reserved boy, he just sits there swinging his legs,on the sofa in the staff room, waiting for something he can do.
The routine was always the same: you were a waitress until noon, the children arrived home from school at the pizzeria during your lunch break, and you ate and stayed with them. Today wasn't entirely an exception; they usually arrive having already eaten because they stop by home first to change, eat, and grab a bag with clothes in case they need to change at the pizzeria. But today, Michael arrived with a pirate-themed lunchbox and approached you.
"Oh Aunt (Y/N), can I have lunch with you?" he asks, looking at you with those greyish-blue eyes. What kind of monster would you be if you refused a request from the child you love taking care of the most?
"Of course, my prince, you can, come with me, let's eat." You take his little hand and lead him to the staff kitchen. "What did you bring today, my little prince?" you ask while setting the table for you to eat. "I brought pasta with white sauce and shrimp."
"Wow, that's nice, isn't it, Michael?" you say.
"It's prince."
"Excuse me?"
"You call me prince, remember, aunt?"
You're surprised by his correction, but you smile, apologize to him, and give him a little kiss on the head. He takes out his little lunchbox, a cup like those that look like baby bottles, you know? With orange juice and... a drawing and a little purple flower?
"It's for you, Aunt (Y/N)," he says, his cheeks flushed. The drawing was of you, him holding hands, a rainbow in the sky, and a heart with his name and yours. You thought it was so cute. You could easily pick Michael up, take him home, and call him your son.
"How beautiful, my prince! I loved the gift!" You pick him up and cover his neck and cheeks with affectionate kisses. "You are the most beautiful and handsome boy in the whole world!" He giggles like a child he is.
When you sit down to eat, he savors his shrimp pasta, and you're content with your rice and chicken mementos. He seems quite tired and sweaty, very different from his sister who arrived clean and refreshed. You knew that the rascal William discriminated against his children, and it was blatant. "My little angel, did you bring clothes in your backpack?" you ask, and he nods. Great, there was a shower at Freddy's in case any employee needed it, and you have your body creams because of your dry skin. You had a fraternal, if not maternal, affection for this boy, and it was only right that you took care of him; you wanted to take care of him.
After lunch and putting away his things, you take his backpack, put it on your back, and take him to the staff bathroom, just assisting him. After his bath, you put clean clothes on him, fix his hair with your hand, and put lotion on his little arms. "You look so handsome, Michael, a real little prince."
He stays quiet for a moment, then he looks at you and says, "Auntie, can you ask my dad to give me to you?" You're confused, of course, it's a very unusual request. "Why do you want this, Michael? Can't your dad give it to me? He's the one who has to take care of you," you reply, worried about the question he asked, running your hand over his little face.
"My dad prefers Vanessa, he says she's his favorite, and you play with me, take care of me, I want to live with you, Aunt (Y/N)." This hurt you and probably hurts your favorite boy a lot. You pick him up, take him to the staff room, lay him on the sofa, and wanting to reassure him and even fool yourself, you say:
"She may be his favorite, but you, Michael, shall be mine."
Pls hear me out because I’m starved for Henry fics but…
Gn!reader falling asleep on Henry’s chest would be so cute to me honestly lmao. Like, they’re watching a movie or a show and reader just knocks out on him
I GOT YOU!! god how I love this old man. I just love old men in general I cannot lie
Feeling a bit down which is the perfect time to write some fluff!!
HENRY EMILY X GN!READER (SHORT FLUFF)
★★★
Just a part of an unfinished conversation
You comfort Michael from a nightmare and turn to spicy. 🔞
(WEAR HEADPHONES!)
Hello, hello, hello? This is the first fanfic I'm writing in 2026. I've been feeling very maternal lately. I've always dreamed of being a mother to a boy, so I thought, why not a very affectionate and maternal fanfic with our boy? I hope you like it.
Movie! Michael Afton x Fem reader
There's no romance!
The reader is about 20 years old and Michael is around 6.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You are very hardworking, you work at Freddy's as a waitress in the morning, and in your afternoon/evening shift you babysit the owners' children, Charlotte, daughter of Henry and Vanessa, and Michael, children of the infamous William Afton. You received good money for working 3 shifts and taking care of those wonderful children.
And they really, really liked you, Aunt (Y/N), but there was one in particular, Michael to tell the truth, who was your favorite, and apparently you were his favorite employee too. Of course, you liked the other girls too; you were affectionate with all three, you talked, played, fed them, tidied up, but Michael had a more spacious place in your heart.
Vanessa and Charlie were a little older, around 8 or 9 years old, and they wanted to play amongst themselves and with other children their age, which meant leaving Michael a little alone. And since he's a very reserved boy, he just sits there swinging his legs,on the sofa in the staff room, waiting for something he can do.
The routine was always the same: you were a waitress until noon, the children arrived home from school at the pizzeria during your lunch break, and you ate and stayed with them. Today wasn't entirely an exception; they usually arrive having already eaten because they stop by home first to change, eat, and grab a bag with clothes in case they need to change at the pizzeria. But today, Michael arrived with a pirate-themed lunchbox and approached you.
"Oh Aunt (Y/N), can I have lunch with you?" he asks, looking at you with those greyish-blue eyes. What kind of monster would you be if you refused a request from the child you love taking care of the most?
"Of course, my prince, you can, come with me, let's eat." You take his little hand and lead him to the staff kitchen. "What did you bring today, my little prince?" you ask while setting the table for you to eat. "I brought pasta with white sauce and shrimp."
"Wow, that's nice, isn't it, Michael?" you say.
"It's prince."
"Excuse me?"
"You call me prince, remember, aunt?"
You're surprised by his correction, but you smile, apologize to him, and give him a little kiss on the head. He takes out his little lunchbox, a cup like those that look like baby bottles, you know? With orange juice and... a drawing and a little purple flower?
"It's for you, Aunt (Y/N)," he says, his cheeks flushed. The drawing was of you, him holding hands, a rainbow in the sky, and a heart with his name and yours. You thought it was so cute. You could easily pick Michael up, take him home, and call him your son.
"How beautiful, my prince! I loved the gift!" You pick him up and cover his neck and cheeks with affectionate kisses. "You are the most beautiful and handsome boy in the whole world!" He giggles like a child he is.
When you sit down to eat, he savors his shrimp pasta, and you're content with your rice and chicken mementos. He seems quite tired and sweaty, very different from his sister who arrived clean and refreshed. You knew that the rascal William discriminated against his children, and it was blatant. "My little angel, did you bring clothes in your backpack?" you ask, and he nods. Great, there was a shower at Freddy's in case any employee needed it, and you have your body creams because of your dry skin. You had a fraternal, if not maternal, affection for this boy, and it was only right that you took care of him; you wanted to take care of him.
After lunch and putting away his things, you take his backpack, put it on your back, and take him to the staff bathroom, just assisting him. After his bath, you put clean clothes on him, fix his hair with your hand, and put lotion on his little arms. "You look so handsome, Michael, a real little prince."
He stays quiet for a moment, then he looks at you and says, "Auntie, can you ask my dad to give me to you?" You're confused, of course, it's a very unusual request. "Why do you want this, Michael? He can't guve you to me, He's the one who has to take care of you," you reply, worried about the question he asked, running your hand over his little face.
"My dad prefers Vanessa, he says she's his favorite, and you play with me, take care of me, I want to live with you, Aunt (Y/N)." This hurt you and probably hurts your favorite boy a lot. You pick him up, take him to the staff room, lay him on the sofa, and wanting to reassure him and even fool yourself, you say:
"She may be his favorite, but you, Michael, shall be mine."
“this writing shit is easy. you just have a story and you tell it to other people”
me doing this writing shit
OKAY SO WHY DID I NOT SEE ANYONE TALKING ABOUT THESE PICTURES OF MICHAEL FROM THE AFTON HOUSEHOLD IN VANESSA'S NIGHTMARE??? I'm only now seeing these because I watched this video where a lot of the other pictures started circulating from but why did no one show me Michael feeding the ducks?!