Fnf Stories and Oneshots

by Auroragoddess4

Summary:

Just some stories of the fnf characters. Feel free to request anything.

What I won't do: Piss play, rape, cannibalism, child x adult, or none of that other nasty twisted stuff.

Chapter 1: Info about the story

Summary:

Okay, so before I move on, I would like to clarify some things about this story.

Notes:

Okay, I'm sad to say this. But I checked the fnf BB mod page on Twitter...I found out they canceled Week 3 and abandoned the project, leaving the community to the mod itself. I'm really upset, because I saw the art and heard the voices they could've used, so now it's completely abandoned and I'm kind of scared of what the community will do now that the mod is free to be used now.

In this story, I'd like to say that this story won't be completely canon to the fnf mods or the community in general, meaning that I've changed or added some things to the characters in general.

Don't come at me for this.

Okay, let's go

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Michael has a vagina in this(He's not trans, but it was a birth defect)

Nova will be speaking but only to those he trusts, meaning Jasmine, Bf, Cassette Girl, and Gf

Michael is dating Armaros in secret, and only Bf knows, but he's not fond of it

B3 is dating both Shaya and B3 Pico

Bf is dating Gf and Pico

Benjamin(Soft Bf) is trans(female to male) and he has breasts

Soft Pico has both a penis and a vagina(I don't see enough stories about this at all)

Michael has a gaming channel and he mainly posts horror games

Armaros sneaks into Michael's apartment through the window

Michael sleeps with a bat next to him at all times

Bf sees Garcello as a father figure to him

Nova is a switch

Bf, Carol, Sunday and Gf are gaming buddies and they play live at night sometimes

Michael is a big Lego Monkie Kid fan, Armaros is as well, but he prefers anime

Whitty, Bf and Gf are good friends

Sunday and Pico get along well for their love of guns and music

Ruv and Sarvente live in an apartment together after the church collapsed

Whitty and Hex sometimes play basketball together, along with Tabi and Agoti

Tankman and Steve are Pico's fathers

Nova is slightly autistic and can't handle too much loud noise

Both Michael and Bf have arachnophobia and whenever they see a spider, they scream and jump on whoever is near, which is usually their lovers

Michael can cook a mean meal

Michael gives food to a homeless girl he saw and continues to do so, he wants to take her in, but doesn't want to put her in danger

Ruv and Whitty have sleepovers sometimes

Cassette Girl, Jasmine and some of the other girls get in on a girl's night and just hang out

Michael owns a few dirty manga's he hides in his room

Bf can be a brat at times and does it on purpose

Armaros can't handle spicy food...AT ALL.

Keep Bf, Michael, B3, Benjamin and Cassette Girl away from caffeine, because they will be like Twitchy from Hoodwinked and be bouncing off the walls

They all once participated in "Try Not to Eat" or "Try to Keep Eating" challenges and only some of them won(I'll write about these soon)

Bf likes to draw while listening to Lo-fi music

Everyone has their own aesthetic they like:

Bf, Pico and Nova are into Kawaii and Emo aesthetics

Jasmine and Gf are into Baddie and Bubblegum Bitch aesthetics

Sunday is into Goth and Rock aesthetics

Carol, Hex and Whitty are into Pastel Goth and Academia aesthetics

Benjamin and Soft Pico are into Foodie, Softie, Peach, Milk and Femboy aesthetics

Ruv and Sarvente are into Lovecore, Punk and Lolita aesthetics

Garcello is into Foodie and Anime aesthetics

Cassette Girl is into Babycore, Softie, Babygirl and Milk aesthetics

Armaros and Michael are into skater, Softie, Anime and royalcore aesthetics

Whenever comic-con flows around, they all go out dressed in their favorites aesthetics

Notes:

Okay that's it for now. Let me know if you guys want anything else in this book, just make sure its nothing disgusting or too twisted.

Alright, see you guys soon, bye!

Chapter 2: Wounded

Summary:

We all know from the BB mod, that Bf isn't too fond of Michael's bounty hunting job, considering he got hurt and has breakdowns at certain times. One day, Bf's worries go bad, when his older brother sneaks in, wounded, also finding out that he lied about seeing a doctor for his anxiety. Now, Bf may be the younger brother, but goddammit, he's not gonna sit around and let his brother just forget that he has family who care about him.

(I have never played the BB mod, so go easy on me if this is cringe or I got some parts wrong on him)

Also, I know in the game and mod Bf is short as heck, but for the heck of it and in these stories, Keith will be taller, maybe around 5'6 or 5'4. That's all.

Let's get one thing clear.

We all know that Michael is Bf or Keith's older brother, that got shot in the heart and was brought back to life.


We all know that Michael is a bounty hunter, hunting killers and getting cash for it.

We all know that he can talk to the dead and use said ghosts to help him find said killers.

We all know about his mental issues from getting shot.

But...we all can't forget that he is still a child at heart, especially to certain things.

Ever since that night when that fallen angel-Armaros-returned and tried to kill him again, tormenting him for months as well, his anxiety got worse.

Now, he promised Keith that he would call the doctor and schedule for an appointment...but he never did.

Truth was, he couldn't handle a phone call, not even once!

So when Keith called and asked him, he just made up a quick lie.

"Oh yeah, I did. I'm actually about to head there right now." He said, as he grabbed his hunting knife and slid it in his pocket.

"Beep bo beep skedo bop!" (Translation: "Okay, be careful, I'll come over later!)

Michael smiled a bit.

"Okay bro, see ya." Michael hung up and sighed.


"Okay, let's make this quick...find the killer, get back here before Keith arrives." He grabbed his keys and left the apartment.

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Now in his eyes, everything went according to plan, except for the fact that the killer wielded a freaking gun and shot him dead in the arm.


Michael hissed, as he cradled his arm and went back to his apartment.

Michael fumbled with his keys and unlocked the door. 

He stepped inside, only to get freaked out, when Keith was sitting on his couch, looking dead at him, with a stern expression.


"Holy shit dude! You can't just scare me like that! How long were you even here for?" Michael asked, hiding his bloody arm.

"Long enough, brother." Keith said.


Michael froze. He knew Keith spoke in beeps or bops, but whenever he looked serious and spoke english...he was pissed.


"...Mikey, where did you go and be honest with me." Keith asked...strike 1.

Michael knew he was in deep trouble now. Whenever his family used his nickname, he was in deep shit usually. He looked down, not wanting to make eye contact.


"I...look man, I just went out, okay?" He said, hoping to drop the subject, but Keith had other plans. He marched over and grabbed Michael's arm, seeing the wound.

"...You went out bounty hunting again, didn't you? Why'd you lie, when you could've just told me where you were going?!" Keith yelled.


"Hey, can we not talk about this right now?! I...I just couldn't do it, okay? I thought I could make the call, but I couldn't. Plus the killer was right down the block, so I figured it would take my mind off things." Michael said, snatching his arm back, but winced.

Keith narrowed his eyes at him. Now, let's not forget, by all means, Keith loves his family with a burning passion and would go to the ends of the earth for them, if something happened.


But he hated when some of them got hurt, especially Michael. He wasn't one to badger or bug someone to death, but he will check in on times to make sure his family is well or okay.

Keith sighed, taking Michael by the arm and leading him to the bathroom to clean his arm.

And Michael...just let him. He already knew he was in trouble, he's just lucky his mom or dad weren't around to notice this, because he knew the family traditional punishments were either groundings, no dinner for the night, no tv, games or anything of the sort for a week or two(depending on what happened). But the worst one for him...was spankings.

He hated getting spanked as a kid, even as an adult, he hated them. Now the last time he got spanked was by his mom, who used a shoe because he lied about his mental problems and claimed they weren't that bad, and he was 20 when that happened.

Now here he is at 25, gonna get another one, from his little brother...could this day be any more worse for him?

He sighed, as Keith finished cleaning and wrapped up his arm, then Keith held him by the arm and dragged him to his bedroom.


Michael sighed, as Keith placed him over his lap...he didn't miss this at all.

Keith sighed. "I'll try and make this as quick as possible. Now...do you remember what we say during this?" 

Michael nodded, gripping his bedsheets.

"Yeah...I remember."

Keith nodded. "Okay...remember to count." He gave him a hard slap on the butt, making him yelp in surprise.

"Ow! 1, thank you, can I please have another?" Michael panted.

*Slap!*


"Ah! 2, thank you, can I please have another?"

*Smack!*

"Augh! 3, thank you, can I please have another?"

As the spanking went on, Keith really hated hearing his brothers cries and yelps. He hated hearing his siblings cry during their punishments, so either he did this or their parents came and punished Michael.

And honestly, it was better he did it and not their mom or dad, as they wouldn't have been so easy on him at all, using a belt, paddle or hell, even a switch or cane which not only hurt like hell, but also left marks and hurt to sit down for at least a day or two.

*Slap!*

"Fuck! 12, thank you, can I please have another?"

Keith sighed, before stopping. "Okay, these pants are giving you too much protection." He put a firm hand on Michael's back, keeping him down. He pulled his pants and boxers down to his knees.

 Michael blushed deeply. "K-Keith, come on man! Is this really necessary?!" 

"Would you rather have me do it, or mom and dad? Because you know as much as they are sweet, you know damn well how harsh they are." Keith said.

Michael sighed, defeated. "..Fine." He whimpered.

Keith rubbed his back, before continuing the spanking, hitting each cheek.

Michael yelped and whined, gripping the bedsheets, tears spilling from his eyes.

"Keith, fuck! That hurts! I'm sorry I lied, ow shit! Please stop!" His whines and cries were a pain to Keith's heart, but he had to continue.

After a few more long agonizing minutes, Michael's butt was red and aching, his face covered in tears.

Keith exhaled. "Alright, we're almost done, I'm gonna get the belt, after that, we're done, okay?"

Oh hell. Michael hated the belt with a burning passion...HATED it.

"Do you really have to?" Michael whimpered.

Keith gave him a look. "It's either that, or I get a switch. And I don't know about you, but I don't wanna go outside in the cold, search the city for a tree branch, and use it on you, and I know you don't want it either."

Michael cursed, he knew Keith was right about that, so he just sighed, as Keith helped him up and placed him over the bed.

Michael watched as Keith closed the door a bit and grabbed one of Michael's belts, bad news was...it had spikes on it.

Keith raised an eyebrow. "Spiked belts?"

Michael blushed, looking away. "It was just a phase, don't judge me." He said, before freezing, feeling the belt against his rear.

"Okay...let's make this quick. I'm gonna give you 15, only because 1, its late and 2, because I'm the most easier one in the family." Keith raised the belt and swung it, hitting his rear.

Michael screeched. 'Holy shit that fuckin' stings!!' 

Keith hit him again. "Make sure you're counting."

"Fuck, 1, thank you, can I please have another?!"

*Slap!*

"Shit, 2, thank you, can I please have another?!"

*Swat!*

"Ow! 3, th-thank you, can I please have another?!"

*Smack, Smack!*

"Ahh! 5, thank you, can I please have another?!"

Keith bit back to urge to just hug his brother right then and there. Michael's face was covered in tears and snot, as he continued to count and cry out.

SMACK! Another hit to the lower curve of the butt, making Michael scream.

"Shit!! 13, thank you, can I please have another?!"

Keith took a deep breath, before giving the last 2 hits on his thighs, making him scream and burst in tears, falling a bit.

Keith immediately dropped the belt and hugged his older brother tightly, rubbing his back and shushing him.

He prayed that he never had to do that again...EVER.

Michael cried and sobbed into Keith's arms, taking deep breaths and coughing.

"I...I'm sorry I lied...I'm so sorry. I just...I didn't want to bother or burden you with my issues." Michael sobbed.

Keith hugged him tight.


"Mike, you will never burden me. I love you and I would literally go to the ends of the earth for you. Don't be afraid to tell me anything, okay?" He said. Michael sniffled and nodded, wiping his face. Keith helped him up and fixed his clothes. "Alright, now come on. You deserve some after care." He said, leading Michael out his room and to the front room.

Chapter 3: Aftercare(Michael x Armaros)

Summary:

(Armaros x Michael in this chapter, SMUT WARNING!)

Michael receives aftercare after his punishment, and afterwards is met with a familiar fallen angel boyfriend who wants to give him some tender love and care

Peace...

That's all that Michael felt in this moment.

He soaked in the tub with a soft sigh.

The warm water, plus with Epsom Salts calmed his nerves and especially on his sore rear.

He winced, as he moved his wounded arm to clean himself.

He had been soaking for about 30 minutes, after Bf ran it for him.

He loved his little brother, but damn, can he be strict during times like this.

He rinsed his hair and his body off, before draining the tub.

Grabbing the towel on the counter, he dried himself off and his hair.

Putting some lotion on his body, now unlike others who used regular lotion, Michael liked to use baby lotion.

Nobody really knew why, but they didn't ask, as Michael had always loved the scent of baby lotion as a kid, soap, shampoo, basically anything that was for babies, he loved the scent of said product, and still does in his 20's.

He brushed through his hair and added some coconut oil in it, rubbing it through his cyan hair.

He turned to look in the mirror and winced, seeing his bruised ass.

"Damn...that's gonna leave a mark." He said, as he put some lotion on his body.

Going between his legs and putting lotion down there to.

Now, unlike other men, Michael was different. 

He wasn't trans, but rather a birth defect, causing him to have a vagina, instead of a penis.

Yeah, at first, it's weird, but he got used to it and doesn't mind having it still, despite people saying he should get it removed.

He put on some underwear(he wears boy shorts to feel comfortable), loose shorts, one of his binders, and one of his Lego Monkie Kid tank tops.

He put his dirty clothes in the hamper and left the bathroom, turning off the light.

Bf was on his phone, playing a game, when he saw Michael come out the bathroom.

"Beep B bop po?" (You feeling better?)

Michael smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, man. I'm cool, just still kinda hurts to walk though. Jeez, you weren't holding back were you?" Michael joked.

Bf chuckled a bit at his brother's humor, that's one of the many things he loved about his brother.

"Beep bo beop bop beep." (Sorry, I didn't mean to go that hard).

"Nah, it's cool. I'm sorry for lying to you...I know you were just worried about me." Michael said.

Bf got up and hugged his brother, which Michael hugged back.

"...Michael, please don't lie about things like this. I love you, but I'm also worried for you. You need to see someone about this." Bf said.

"I know, Keith...but...I just don't trust them." Michael said, looking down.

Bf put his finger under Michael's chin and made him look in his eyes.

"BB, I know its scary, but I'm scared for you. If you don't want to make the call, I can make it for you. Is that okay?" Bf asked.

Michael's eyes went wide a bit.

"...Yeah, that's cool." He said.

Bf hugged Michael again and kissed his cheek.

"I love you, Mikey." Bf said, rubbing his back.

"Heh, I love you to, Keith." Michael said.

 

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After a while, Bf left and headed back home.

Michael turned off the lamp and went to his room.

He got in bed and laid on his back, before wincing.

"Right...right, shit. Sore ass...gotta sleep on my side.." He mumbled, as he turned on his side and closed his eyes.

At around 3:30 in the morning, the window opened in his room.

A familiar figure was seen tip-toeing to his bed.

Michael already knew who it was, as he felt arms wrap around his waist.

...The fallen angel, his former killer, his loving boyfriend, Armaros.

Armaros smirked, as he kissed Michael's neck.

"Hey love." He purred.

Michael chuckled, hugging him.

"Hey, angel." He said, kissing him softly.

Armaros kissed back, as he held his rear, making Michael wince.

"Babe, you okay?" Armaros asked, concerned.

"Yeah...I just...I got spanked by my bro." Michael said, blushing in embarrassment.

Armaros raised a brow...spanked?

"...Why?" He asked.

"I lied about where I was going...and I got hurt in the process." Michael said, showing his bandaged arm.

Armaros hissed a bit.

"Geez, sorry about that babe. How're you feeling though?" Armaros asked, rubbing his cheeks(his facial cheeks BTW)

Michael sighed.

"I'm fine, but my ass hurts and it's gonna bruise definitely." Michael said, before he was flipped onto his back, wincing in pain.

Before he could say anything, his shorts and boy shorts were taken off, revealing his clit and red ass.

"Damn, how hard did he hit you?" Armaros said, cracking a giggle.

Michael gave him a small glare.

"Hard enough and he used one of my belts." He said.

Armaros covered his mouth to hide his giggles.

"Laugh it up, why don't ya." Michael said, slightly annoyed.

"Heh, sorry babe. But I wanna help you feel better." Armaros said, holding his hand.

Michael gave him a smile, as they kissed deeply, tongues clashing against each other and moans filling the room.

Sliding a hand down, Armaros rubbed Michael's clit, earning a moan from the Uke beneath him.

They broke away panting, cheeks flushed.

Michael moaned, as he felt Armaros rub him faster, making him wet.

"Shit...horny angel, you." He said.

"Heh, you know you love it." Armaros purred, as he kissed Michael's neck and gently bit it, making Michael moan louder and grip the bed sheets.

Hopefully the neighbors wouldn't hear them...but knowing how loud he can get, they'll definitely hear him.

Armaros kissed from his neck, to chest, to stomach, to hips, before kissing between his thighs and kissing his clit, licking it gently.

Michael's eyes went wide, as he choked out a moan and gripped his hair.

Armaros moaned a bit from the tug and proceeded to eat him out, spreading his lips and going in.

Michael almost screamed, covering his mouth, as he arched his back.

Armaros slid his tongue in and sucked hard, leaving some saliva in the process.

It was taking everything in Michael to not scream or cum right there, god, why was his boyfriend such a charmer?

Then it all went out the window, as he moaned really loud, feeling Armaros's fingers inside him, as he proceeded to continue eating him out.

Michael gripped Armaros's brown hair tightly in his hand, moaning his name, forgetting about his sore ass.

Armaros smirked, as he lowered his pants and boxer's, revealing his aching dick for Michael to see.

Now Armaros wasn't big or thick, he was around 8 inches, but that was fine in Michael's case.

Michael took him in his hands, stroking gently, before taking him completely in his mouth, moaning gently.

Armaros let out ghostly moans and panted, gently tugging on Michael's curls.

Michael bobbed his head, as he sucked him off, gently tugging on his sack, making Armaros yelp a bit and hit his face, teasingly.

Michael smirked, as he continued his pursuit on Armaros's dick.

After a while, Armaros pulled him off and laid him down, positioning himself right at Michael's entrance.

Locking hands, he gently pushed inside, earning moans and whimpers from Michael.

Once he was inside, he began moving slowly.

Michael moaned loud, wrapping his arms and legs around him, holding him tightly.

Armaros held him as well, still thrusting slowly, his wing fluttering a bit from pleasure.

Catching his lips, Armaros went faster, nearly pounding him, as the bed creaked under their motion.

Michael was full on screaming in pleasure, as Armaros muffled his screams with a kiss.

He held him tightly, before breaking away.

"B-Babe~!!! I'm close, fuck, please cum inside me~!!!!" Michael yelled.

"Hehe~, always." Armaros purred, as he slammed deeper, earning a scream from Michael, as his eyes became wide and tear filled.

The room was filled with the sounds of wet slaps, moaning, yelling and creaking of the bed.

"A-A-ARMAROS~!!!" Michael yelled, before cumming hard.

Armaros grunted and moaned as he came deep inside Michael.

The two lovers panted, and fell back on the bed with a soft thud, panting and basking in each other's love.

Armaros kissed Michael tenderly, as Michael kissed back, hugging him.

He pulled out of him with a soft moan, Michael whined a bit, as sticky white fluids leaked out of his clit.

Now, the good thing was that Michael couldn't get pregnant, so Armaros could knock him up all he wanted and he would never get pregnant.

Michael chuckled, as Armaros kissed his neck and nibbled on it.

"I love you, darling." Armaros purred.

"I love you to, angel twink." Michael teased, earning a nipple pinch from the Seme Armaros, making him chuckle a bit.

They kissed one more time, before Armaros turned off the lights and they cuddled each other.

Michael turned on some calming music on his phone and the two fell asleep in each other's arms, under the moonlight.

 

 

Chapter 4: Stormy Comforts(Nova x Jasmine)

Summary:

A thunderstorm is already bad, but when a hurricane hits, it's terrible, especially for Nova. Nova has slight autism and can't handle loud noises, so a hurricane is bad news for him. Jasmine tries to him during this bad night with cuddles

BOOM!!!

That noise alone...shook Nova out his sleep, making him shiver badly.

His eyes looked around with fear and slight stimulation, as he tried to process what the hell just happened.

He heard the sound of heavy rain and sat up.

'Dammit. Of course it's raining...it would be a thunderstorm.' He thought, holding the blanket tightly.

He looked over and saw Jasmine sleeping, the blanket covering her, as she lightly snored.

Nova exhaled, before a loud thunder struck echoed in the background.

He yelped and literally dove out the bed, crawling into a corner and putting his knees to his chest.

He covered his ears, as tears brimmed his eyes.

He sucked his thumb and gripped his thick curly black hair, shaking.

The thing with his autism, was that he hated loud noises and got overstimulated quite easily due to that.

He felt his senses go haywire, resulting in him crying slightly.

He whimpered, sucking his thumb and gripping his hair.

Then...the sound of a lamp flicking on, startled him a bit.

"..Nova?" Jasmine said, as she sat up, her pink romper highlighting her curves.

"J....Jasmine?" He asked, his eyes wide and tear filled.

Her eyes went wide when she saw Nova, on the ground, having a small sensory overload.

Not caring that she was caught in the sheets, she got out of bed and ran over, holding him.

"Oh, Mi pobre bebé. It's okay, Nova. Shhh, shhh. It's okay." She said, as she held him in her arms and rocked back and forth gently.

Nova whimpered and whined in her hold, holding her tightly, as he sniffled and played his curls.

"...I'm sorry...it's too loud." He whimpered.

Jasmine held him, shushing him and humming gently.

Now, Nova could talk when he wanted to or around people he trusted.

Anyone else, he's a mute.

She internally cursed the thunder for waking her baby like this.

After a while, Nova managed to calm down, but he was still shaking.

Jasmine smiled warmly and kissed him tenderly on the head.

"Nova, it's okay, calm down. It's okay." She said, gently.

She took his thumb out his mouth, making him hug her tightly.

She needed to find something else for him to suck on when he stimmed.

Maybe she should ask Gf or Carol, hell, maybe even Michael.

She helped Nova up and helped him get back to bed, rubbing his back.

They both got in bed, but didn't lay down, but rather, Nova crawled in Jasmine's lap and listened to her heartbeat.

He smiled lightly, making Jasmine chuckle and kiss his head tenderly.

"Thirsty, honey?" She asked.

Nova nodded eagerly.

She smiled and reached over her nightstand.

She had recently bought a internal thermos.

Basically, it was a heating bottle. You pour something cold in it and it heats up automatically.

Jasmine always had Nova's favorite drink, preferably Hot Honey Milk at the ready, as it was one of the many things to calm him down or something he enjoyed.

She shook it a bit, making sure to mix the contents inside, since she knows it separated.

After shaking it, she took the cap off and handed the bottle to him.

Nova kissed her cheek as a thanks and blew on the drink gently, before slowly drinking.

Jasmine held him close, as he continued drinking slowly. 

The rain was beginning to subside and it wasn't thundering as much.

'Thank god, seems like the storms ending.' She thought, before Nova handed the cup to her.

"Huh? oh, no thanks baby. I'm okay. You know I got my Takis." She said, before reaching in her cleavage and pulled a Taki out, munching on it.

She handed one to Nova, who happily took it and ate it.

After a while, Nova finished his drink and yawned.

Jasmine cooed, kissing his cheek and turned the lamp off.

They both laid down, covered in the fluffy pink blanket.

Nova fell asleep, nuzzling himself on her chest and sucking his thumb again.

Jasmine cringed a bit.

'I really gotta find something for him to suckle on.' She thought, as she held him and fell asleep.

Chapter 6: Gushing over a Magical Boy(Michael x Armaros)

Summary:

Armaros wasn't sure if he needed holy water or Jesus at the second he watched Gushing Over Magical Girls. He watched the full season one...and he had concerns of how this show got the green light to go on TV.

Anyway, after watching it, he had an...interesting dream of, if he was in the show...with Michael being in Kiwi's spot...and he was in Utena's...

Let's see how this works out

Notes:

I had to use an AI to help write the intro to this chapter, because I had no idea how to start this.

It was night in the city, around 11:00 p.m., Armaros sat on the couch, eyes glued to the television screen as the latest episode of "Gushing Over Magical Girls" played out.

Michael was asleep in his room, so he had to keep the volume down.

He was engrossed, as always, by the colorful world of magical girls and the dramatic twists that each episode brought.

Today’s episode featured Utena Hiiragi, the introverted girl turned evil general, and her devoted follower, Kiwi.

As Utena made a grand entrance on the screen, Armaros couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

Utena's transformation into an evil general was thrilling, but it was Kiwi's reactions that made his heart race.

Kiwi, with her undeniable crush on Utena, mirrored feelings that Armaros found uncomfortably familiar.

He watched Kiwi's eyes light up as she received a rare compliment from Utena, and a blush crept up his own cheeks.

"Why am I getting flustered over this?" Armaros muttered to himself, shifting uncomfortably.

The scene changed to Kiwi daydreaming about taking Utena to a love hotel, and Armaros' thoughts began to wander.

Instead of Kiwi and Utena, he imagined Michael and himself.

Now he and Michael were already dating...but he never imagined things like this, no matter how intimate they got.

Michael, with his strong presence and demeanor, was much like Kiwi in Armaros' eyes.

And Armaros, though he would never admit it out loud, saw a bit of himself in Utena's obsessive adoration.

He pictured Michael acknowledging him, just like Utena did with Kiwi.

The thought of Michael's approving smile, the way his eyes might soften, made Armaros' heart pound even harder.

He imagined them in more of those intimate moments, where every glance and touch was charged with unspoken emotions.

Armaros shook his head, trying to dispel the images.

"Get a grip dude," he told himself sternly, but the fluttering in his chest persisted.

The episode continued, but Armaros found it hard to focus, his mind replaying his fantasies over and over.

By the time the credits rolled, Armaros was a flustered mess.

He turned off the TV and leaned back on the couch, staring at the ceiling.

"This is ridiculous," he said softly, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

The idea of being Michael's Utena, even just in his imagination, was a guilty pleasure he couldn't quite shake.

He got up and went to bed, getting next to Michael and hugging him.

Michael exhaled and turned into Armaros' side.

 

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Armaros woke up to a loud blaring and he reached over and hit the alarm...before freezing.

He shot up...in a blank room. 

It wasn't Michael's room...nor was it a room he was familiar with it...then he froze.

'I'm in the show?!' He thought, before he realized....right, he was in Utena's place, and he needed to get to school, fast!

He got dressed in the uniform...before realizing...that black lying creature staring at him.

"...Venalita...what is it?" He asked.

"Armaros, it's our turn to head out." Venalita said, before a black portal opened.

'So I'm in episode 3, okay...wait then that means...who's in Kiwi's place, if I'm in Utena's?' He thought, as he entered the black hole...to the Nacht Base.

They headed inside as Armaros looked around, while Venalita was talking about meeting the others...a familiar voice spoke out, making Armaros freeze.

"Whoa, hold on! Hang out a bit, won't ya?"

'...Is that?' He thought, before turning around....to spot Michael.

 

 

"Armaros~!" Michael cooed, with a smug smile, that made Armaros's heart race.

'I was fucking right!!' He thought, turning red.

"You know...I watched your last fight with that sulfur chick. You looked like a total loser getting beat by her." He sneered.

Armaros froze. 'Wait...why are we jumping into the fight, now?' He thought.

"I would've been pissed losing like that." Michael said, before he made the star appear in his hand, making Armaros gasp a bit.

And just like in the show, Michael's transformation was just like Kiwi's...just more lewd and the outfit wasn't different either.

 

 

 

Armaros turned cherry red, before he shook his head and also transformed...thing was his outfit was tailored, probably for the best.

 

 

Before Armaros knew it, like the episode, they fought and of course, he got pinned down, Michael planting himself on him, smiling smugly.

But Armaros couldn't focus on that...he was starting to grow hard...Michael's crotch in front of him, wearing nothing but a tight thong, the jacket barely covering anything...

He couldn't focus...his panting was speeding up a bit and Michael noticed.

"Ah~, you get off on this huh? You freak." He sneered, grinding against Armaros' hard boner, making the angel gasp a moan.

Michael chuckled, before putting his gun to Armaros' head.

"I wanna know why you fight...I fight to get those bitches out my way. I'm the hottest one in the world...so why. Why do you fight?" Michael asked.

Armaros panted...before chuckling, he used his wand to send a lightbulb up, before it came alive and grabbed Michael, trapping him in a larger bulb.

"W-What the hell?!" Michael said in shock, as Armaros was blushing...and getting very turned on.

'I know this is a dream...but for some reason...I'm enjoying him like this...maybe this is how Utena felt...' He thought, before walking up to the bulb.

"You're right...you are adorable to me. Do you wanna know why I was smiling? I wasn't getting off on them...I was just imagining you in their place...how submissive you would look in their place. That's all I wanted!" He said, making Michael blush and look at him with disbelief.

"Bro, holy shit, you're insane." He said, before hearing zapping.

Before he could turn, he was zapped with a ton of electricity, making him yell out and Armaros even more turned on, as he raised the power of the volts.

Michael's eyes went wide as he gasped and whimpered, before falling on his knees.

He looked at Armaros, who was tapping the wand against his hand.

Michael internally gulped...yeah, he was screwed for sure.

 

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Hard spanks and yelps were heard from a dark room.

Michael hung from a chain, as Armaros spanked him with the wand, the zaps shocking him as well.

Michael felt his pussy leak and that made him pant in arousal, his thong falling off on one side.

"Do you like this, Mikey~? Your pussy's leaking...so wet for me." Armaros cooed, grabbing the thong and pulling it a bit, making Michael moan out loud.

"N-No! Not there!!" He said, tears in the corner of his eyes.

Armaros chuckled, before gently smacking Michael's clit, making the male gasp and moan loud.

"Fuck~!! Fuck~!!!!" He cried, making Armaros smirk.

He took his pants off, his hard cock twitching and leaking pre.

He gently smacked his cock against Michael's cheek, making the male swallow at how big he was.

Michael panted...before taking him in his mouth, moaning.

Armaros sighed in bliss, gently rubbing his head.

"Michael....right now, you're the cutest boy in the whole world right now...my cute boy." Armaros said, making Michael moan in delight.

Michael continued to suck him off, taking him further, wiggling his hips a bit.

Armaros panted, feeling close. "Gonna...gonna cum soon." He said, making Michael speed up a bit.

With a moan, Armaros came in his mouth, Michael gagged a bit, before swallowing and licking his lips.

"So...much~!!" He said, a sultry smile on his face.

Armaros smirked, before taking him loose from the chains. "My turn, baby~." Armaros cooed, before positioning Michael on his knees and began to gently lick his clit.

Michael moaned loudly, panting and squirming.

Armaros couldn't help but to smirk, this Michael was so much like his back in the real world. Armaros licked and suckled his clit, driving his tongue in and swirling around inside of him.

Michael moaned louder, eyes rolling back in pleasure, his tongue falling out his mouth.

Armaros sped up, shoving a few fingers in, making the male scream out and squirt hard on the floor.

Armaros was a bit shocked, before he licked his clit gently, swallowing some of the juices, Michael panted and shook a bit.

Armaros gently tapped his dick against Michael's clit, before going inside him, making the male cry out in pleasure.

"OH FUCK YEEEEES~!!!!" Michael moaned out, as Armaros reached around and fiddled with his clit as he thrusted hard.

"Like that~?" Armaros cooed, as he felt Michael tighten around him.

"YES~!! YES~!! MORE~!!!" Michael moaned, making Armaros smirk, as he sped up.

The sounds of wet skin slapping, slutty moans and hard spanks echoed around the room.

Armaros bit his neck hard, making Michael scream out in pleasure as he came hard again.

"Gonna...cum soon." Armaros warned.

"Cum...cum inside~!! Stuff me full~!!!" Michael cried out, gripping his arms.

Armaros smirked and went faster, pinching his nipple, making the boy cry louder.

"Fuck, fuck, cumming~!" Armaros said, before slamming his hips against him and came deep inside him, making Michael cry out in pleasure and squirt again, his legs shaking.

Both the boys panted and fell on the ground.

Armaros pulled out, cum leaking out Michael's clit, making the boy whine.

"Michael...like I said...you're the cutest boy in the world." Armaros said, making Michael look at him shiny eyes.

"...Armaros...I...love...you..."

 

----------Dream End----------

 

Armaros shot up, panting a bit, cheeks red.

'...The hell kind of dream was that?' He thought, before looking down...

"...Fuck." He said, spotting the wet bulge in his shorts.

He looked over...and blushed even more...

On Michael's ass...yeah, he came in his sleep, all over Michael's ass.

Armaros immediately got up and ran to the bathroom to clean up.

His heartbeat was fast and rapid.

"...Sweet Jesus God almighty, forgive me for what I just did." he said, as he cleaned himself up.

He put on one of Michael's pajama pants and washed his face with cold water to calm himself down.

After cleaning himself, he went back in Michael's room and got back in bed, trying to not think about about the lewd dream he just had.

'....Okay, I need to not watch that show again...and I need a priest.' He thought, before kissing Michael's head and falling back asleep.

 

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Michael woke up confused about why the back of his panties were wet, knowing he didn't wet the bed...and Armaros just brushed it off with a very red face.

Yeah, he was never EVER watching Gushing Over Magical Girls again.......

Chapter 7: Disobedience and Redemption(Armaros x Michael)

Summary:

So, Armaros...gets in trouble this time. Basically Michael was out bounty hunting and since he knew it was gonna be bad, he told Armaros to stay at the apartment. Armaros did listen before he got a feeling that something wasn't right. So, he left, looking for Michael. And just as he crossed the corner, he gets pinned against the wall by a drunken jerk. Armaros fights him off, but loses, and Michael comes to save him. He's happy to see that Armaros is okay, but angry that he disobeyed orders, so Michael drags Armaros back to the apartment, where he punishes Armaros severely

Michael had told him to stay home.

"Stay put." He’d said before leaving—voice low, lips brushing against Armaros’s temple with a fleeting kiss. "This one's dangerous. I need you safe."

And Armaros had meant to obey. He really had.

But hours had passed. The air had grown thick, restless. A gnawing feeling clawed at Armaros’s gut like something primal—something wrong. Michael wasn’t answering his messages. His aura—always flickering somewhere just on the edge of Armaros’s senses—had dimmed, clouded.

He’d panicked.

And now he was regretting it.

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Armaros hadn’t gotten more than a block from the apartment before he rounded a corner into the worst kind of trouble. A tall man, drunk and staggering, reeking of booze and malice, grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against a graffitied brick wall with a sickening thud.

"Well, well, what do we have here?" the man slurred, grinning. His grip was bruising. "Pretty thing like you shouldn't be out alone."

Armaros hissed, trying to twist free. "Let go of me."

But his strength was nothing like Michael’s. Not without his gun. Not without his full power. He fought back as best he could—kicking, punching, even biting—but it wasn’t enough. A hard fist to the ribs knocked the wind from him. He crumpled.

Then, through the haze of pain, came a shout. A voice so familiar and sharp it cut through everything else like a blade.

"Get your hands OFF him!"

A blur of movement. Michael was there, a storm of fury, slamming into the attacker with all the rage of someone who’d nearly lost everything. The man barely had time to react before he was knocked flat, groaning on the ground.

Michael didn’t even glance down at him. He was already dropping to his knees beside Armaros, voice trembling between fear and fury. "Are you okay? Did he—Did he hurt you?!"

Armaros blinked up at him, dazed, lip split and eye already darkening. "I-I’m fine… I just—"

Michael wrapped him in a crushing hug, burying his face in his shoulder. His breath hitched. He stayed like that for a long second before pulling back—his eyes now colder, sharper.

"You disobeyed me, Armaros."

Armaros paled.

Michael stood up slowly, jaw clenched. "Let’s go. Now."

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Yeah, Armaros was screwed.

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The walk home was silent. Armaros could feel Michael's anger radiating like heat. No yelling, no snapping. Just cold, furious silence. That was worse.

As soon as the apartment door slammed shut, Michael turned to him.

"I told you to stay home."

Armaros flinched, guilt twisting his stomach. “I—I thought something was wrong. You weren’t answering. I just wanted to help.”

Michael’s eyes darkened. "And instead, you nearly got hurt. Again." He stepped forward, voice low. “Do you have any idea what would’ve happened if I was just a minute later?”

Armaros looked down, eyes stinging. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it.”

Michael moved like a shadow, fast and fluid. He grabbed Armaros and yanked him over his knee, making the angel yelp.

"M-Michael-!"

The first slap hit his ass, making the angel freeze. He had never been punished like this before...and it was so new to him.

"I'm not gonna make you count, since this is your first time, but don't block me or try to stop me, got it?" Michael asked.

Armaros blushed, nodding.

Michael nodded, took a deep breath and began spanking Armaros hard on just his pants, but the angel felt every bit of it. 

Michael had spanked his siblings before, but he never thought he would have to spank his own boyfriend.

Armaros gripped the couch cushions, tearing up and sniffling, feeling Michael's hand hit his ass hard. Then, he felt his pants being pulled down, making him yell.

"M-Michael, stop! That's enough!" Armaros yelled, trying to stop Michael, but was met with a sharp WHAP! to his thighs, making him screech.

"I said, don't stop me, Armaros." Michael said, as he pulled down Armaros' pants and held his legs under his own, and continued the spanking.

Armaros groaned and panted, whimpering. Fuck, why did it hurt, but also feel a little good to him?

"Michael, I'm sorry, please, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to put myself in danger!" Armaros cried out, squirming.

Michael just kept going, he hated seeing Armaros like this, but he needed to learn.

Armaros' ass was looking a bit pink and going to red, now at this time, Michael's mom would've asked Michael to get the hairbrush or cane, but Michael wasn't gonna be that harsh.

He noticed Armaros was holding his legs together...Armaros had to pee, which was normal during punishments and he and his siblings were usually told to hold it in or to go, but come right back to finish the punishment.

"M-Michael, I have to.. I have to go, please." Armaros begged, legs shaking.

Michael rubbed his bottom gently. "Think you can hold it?" He asked.

Armaros thought. "I...Maybe?"

Michael pulled his boxers down, seeing the damage done so far.

His bottom was pink, going into red on both cheeks, as much as Michael loved seeing his boyfriends ass, right now, he needed to focus.

Taking a deep breath, he got Armaros up. "Bend over the couch."

Armaros was a bit confused, but did as Michael asked, his boxers and pants sliding down to his ankles.

He unbuckled his belt with a soft, terrifying click, and Armaros’s breath caught.

"M-Michael—"

"I need you to understand why I was so strict about it." He said, voice heavy with emotion. "So next time… you think twice before putting yourself in danger."

Armaros braced himself, trembling.

Then—CRACK.

The belt came down hard against his backside, the sting biting deep. Armaros gasped, eyes wide, gripping the blanket tightly.

CRACK. Again. And again.

Michael didn’t yell. He didn’t curse. Every strike was deliberate—controlled. But that somehow made it worse. Each lash burned with disappointment, fear, and love twisted into something brutal and protective.

Armaros yelled and sniffling, biting his lip, his legs shaking as he felt his bladder fill and it was starting to hurt and bits of urine were leaking out.

By the tenth strike, Armaros was crying. His voice cracked with every gasp and sob, his wing trembling and curled protectively around him.

Michael saw Armaros shaking and felt his heart clench, but he had to remain strong...jeez, now he knew how Keith felt when HE spanked Michael the other day.

"I-I’m s-sorry, I just—I didn’t want you to get hurt—" Armaros cried out, flinching as another lash struck.

Michael’s voice was ragged. "And I didn’t want you hurt either, Armaros. That’s the point."

The final CRACK echoed like thunder, Armaros screamed out in pain, sobbing and finally wetting himself, falling to his knees.

Armaros sobbed, the urine staining the carpet, his wing fluttering softly. Michael dropped the belt with a shaky breath and held his boyfriend close.

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A while later...

The silence that followed was suffocating. Armaros was still on the floor, weeping softly, his body shaking from both pain, embarrassment and emotion. Michael held him, rocking him gently.

"Hey…hey, it’s okay." His voice was soft now, nearly a whisper. He carefully helped Armaros up and into his arms, holding him tightly. "It’s over."

Armaros buried his face in Michael’s chest, sobbing uncontrollably. "I-I didn’t mean to worry you—I just—I panicked—"

"I know." Michael murmured, cradling him close. "I know, baby. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone so hard on you."

He helped Armaros up and lead him to the bathroom and ran Armaros a bath.

The bathroom filled with gentle smoke as Michael began to wash Armaros and kissed his cheeks and head. 

After the bath, Michael helped him out, dried him off and got him dressed in a loose shirt and shorts.

Then he eased Armaros onto the bed, laying him carefully on his stomach. He retrieved a soft cloth, some lotion from the drawer, and started tending to the welts he’d left behind.

Armaros whimpered as the lotion touched his skin—cool and soothing. Michael worked in slow, tender motions, whispering apologies with each touch.

“You scared me." Michael admitted. "But I should’ve remembered how much you care. You weren’t trying to disobey me. You just didn’t want to lose me."

Armaros nodded, still sniffling. "I just love you too much…"

Michael smiled faintly through misty eyes. "And I love you more than life itself. That’s why I punished you. Not out of anger… but because I need you safe."

He climbed into bed beside him, wrapping his arms around Armaros from behind, careful not to press too hard.

"Rest now, my fallen angel. I’m not going anywhere."

And for the first time that night… Armaros let himself relax, his tears slowly fading as he drifted off in the arms of the man who loved him enough to break—and then heal—him.

Notes:

Sorry for not updating so long, so many things have happened over these last few months. Don't forget to give me requests in the comments

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Friday Night Funkin' Stories and Oneshots