Hi! I really like your writing, I really do. If I may request, I would like to see a Michael Konner fanfic with the main format of Angst and maybe slight NSFW?? I was inspired by the nsfw alphabet of michael that you previously made, he is a bad person, really. Imagine the reader is just an inexperienced girl who is taken advantage of by michael but maybe one day michael feels sorry for the reader's innocence and starts to treat her a little.... better???, that's all thank you, have a nice day!! ><.
Srry my english is so bad, English is not my first language, Hope u can understand what i says ^^.
TENDER & SWEET|MICHAEL KONNER (EVANGELINE) X READER
(A/N: No worries at all lovely! To keep with blog rules, slightly NSFW is how we'll go it, leaning on more suggestive. Full blown smutshots I save for commissions or just when I feel like it. Thank you for the request lovely and I hope you enjoy it! Also for the user who said they wanted to put Michael in a blender after the NSFW alphabet? After this one I'll help you put him into blender sized pieces.) WARNINGS: corruption, possessive and toxic behaviours, mentions of violence, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of smut, mentions of murder, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy behvarious, y'all love a freak ong, etc. What's Playing: "Run Rabbit" ~Mollie Elizabeth
Michael had spotted you at one of his infamous parties, there were tons of people there trying to get his attention, wanting to get in with the rich boy who they thought could get them anything. But another face in the sea wasn't what drew him in, it was the way you sputtered with your first shot, acting like you'd never had anything stronger than apple juice in your life. His eyes locked on you, and he had to know if the innocence was an act or if you were really as naïve as he thought.
"Not having a good time?" Michael put on his best charming persona as he slid up to you.
"Oh, I'm having a great time, actually. Just didn't plan on drinking gasoline tonight is all."
"Not much a drinker then?"
You shake your head. "Isn't my scene, all of this, it's not like me."
"Then why are you here?"
A shrug on your end. "I was asked to go. Make sure my friends don't get into too much trouble."
"Just some right?" His grin widens in an attempt to coax one from you.
It works and you find yourself relaxing slightly, despite the uncomfortable nature of being in a place that wasn't really your style, you at least felt a bit better about being here.
"I'm Michael by the way."
"I know who you are."
"My reputation proceeds me then?"
"Something like that."
Michael circles you, the gears turning in his head about what he could do with you. It would depend on how much of a fighter you were. He didn't like to chase unless it was one of his victims through the forest. When it came to people he was interested in beyond his bloodlust, he wanted them to come to him willingly, easily. He was far too busy and important to beg. "You got a boyfriend or something? A guy you're seeing?"
You shake your head. "Not yet."
"Yet? That means you're looking then, doesn't it?"
You flush slightly, realizing how that sounds and how true it is.
"That tells me everything I want to know, I'm right aren't I?"
"I guess you could say that."
"And what about someone like me? Do you think I could be worth a second look?" He knew he was moving fast, but it was how he always worked, overwhelming and love bombing, he wanted to fill your senses with him and the love he could offer if you would just give in.
And they always gave in.
"Depends if you play your cards right." You were trying to be coy, to not give yourself away too quickly. Michael knew the truth, you were into him, it was clear with your body language, with the way your eyes raked over him. If he snapped his fingers you'd probably jump into bed with him right, eager to please as always.
"I'll have you know I'm an excellent poker player, and that means I know when someone's bluffing. And I can tell that you are right now."
"How am I bluffing?"
"You're putting up this front that you want to play hard to get, when I know that you're just wondering how long you have to hold out until you throw yourself at me."
The heat in your cheeks spreads to all over your body. "And if I told you you were right?"
"Then I would say we should stop beating around the bush and get out of here." He turns from you before stopping and looking back. "Are you coming?" His hand is held out, waiting.
You take it. "Of course I am."
"What do you love about me Michael?"
"What don't I love about you?"
"You know what I mean, be specific."
"I love your spirit, you're so full of life, so vibrant. Like you have this thirst for living, it's intoxicating. But all of you is perfect to me."
"I'm sure you can show yourself out." He comments over his shoulder, tugging on his pants.
You sit up in his bed, fingers tenderly brushing the marks on your neck from where he'd choked you. Michael always said that it was just a thing he was into, a kink and nothing more, but lately he'd been doing it more and more, too long, making the edges of your vision go black before he finally let go. Your wrists too held bruises, memories of his aggression in the moment. Tender love making had turned rather sinister and sadistic.
You and Michael had officially been dating little more than a month. The night of the party he'd taken your virginity, the whole time whispering sweet nothings in your ear, telling you how much you meant to him, how special you were. Right then and there you'd started to fall for him, he was just so sweet.
"What's so funny Michael, why are you laughing?" You'd asked when he was done.
"I'm just so happy to have met someone like you, it's like everything is right in the world finally."
Now you wondered if his laughter was due to the fact you were naïve enough to trust him. He'd asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you'd readily agreed, flattered and head over heels.
This past week everything had changed. The tender lover had vanished, more of what you did seemed to irritate him, and his sweet nothings turned into degrading comments phrased as jokes and just "harmless fun".
"Stop being so sensitive, we're just having fun." Even when his jokes made you feel like shit. But that was just how Michael was, that's what you told yourself.
"Michael? What do you love about me?"
"What?" He turned from where he was shrugging on his jacket.
"Just answer the question."
"What does it matter?'
"Can you just answer, please?"
He looks you over, contemplating. "How loyal you are. It's the only good thing about you. Even you're smart enough to know that I'm the best you're going to get."
You swallow. "Is that it?"
Michael acts like he's thinking a long moment before finally answering. "That's it."
You sniffle, the hurt getting to you.
"Are you really going to cry? Grow up. If you're going to be such a pussy about this then I might have to find someone else that can handle me."
You shake your head. "It's alright, I won't cry."
"Now if you can get out, I have some shit to do."
You do as you're asked, as always, silently wondering how you got yourself into this mess, and how you could even get yourself out of it.
But you knew that wasn't possible.
"Is everything alright with your girlfriend, man?" One of his buddies asked him.
"Of course she is, why wouldn't she be?"
"She just seems really out of it and sad. Did you do something?"
"She's just being dramatic."
"All I'm saying, if you don't treat her better, she might dump your ass."
Michael's first thought was to laugh it off about how he could find someone else, but then he really considered it. Out of all the girls he'd been with, anyone he would've considered elevating to the position you were in, you were the only one who'd made it this far. Most were dead in a ditch somewhere. None were this blindly loyal. There was something special in the way you followed him, maybe he should hang onto that more closely, even if it meant reigning in his tendencies.
Maybe you were worth that sacrifice.
Michael had brought you out on a date, and it was the first time in a bit that he'd really noticed you. How much of a shell you'd become. His moral compass was fucked beyond belief, but even he felt a twinge of guilt at the person you'd become under his care. You were his loyal little lapdog, maybe some tender loving care is what you needed to stay on your leash.
"You look pretty tonight."
You bloomed at his compliment. "Really?"
"Mm, I mean it. You're so gorgeous, I'm the luckiest guy."
Just as anticipated, you eat it up, pressing closer to him. "You're so sweet."
"I just love the way it compliments your shape, and it brings out your eyes, I don't even want to go to dinner, just take you back home and kiss you senseless." He laughs it off like a joke, but waits for you to say you'd be perfectly fine with that arrangement, it would save him some money and get him laid.
You don't take the bait. "Maybe after."
He'd have to work you a bit harder for that trick to work again. "I'll be on my best behaviour then. But." He stops, making you look at him. "I do need one kiss."
You dutifully hold up your face, and his kiss is soft this time, not aggressive with bit lips and teeth crashing together, tongue invading your mouth. It was a kiss that you'd missed, like one of the ones Michael gave you in the beginning.
He gives you a look that's supposed to be full of love, but there's a glint of something else beneath the charming façade, something darker. "I'm so happy to have you."
"I'm happy to have you too..."
That night, Michael reminds you why you'd fallen for him originally, making love to you with the worship he told you was deserved. It was contradictory to how he'd been the last while, but you weren't about to question it. You accepted this night of life in paradise, your love falling deeper as you began to question why you'd even considered he was a bad person in the first place. Surely it was all in your head.
Or so you thought until his hands wrapped around your neck, squeezing until you passed into the subconscious. But that didn't stop him from continuing to fuck you, knowing that if he just loosened the leash a little now and again, you'd be eating out of his hand always. Part of him was close to choking you all the way, but restraint had kept him at bay.
You were too valuable to slip through his fingers.