#bottom!michael

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

bottom!michael x top!luke Masterlist

Backstage (ao3) - SecondsOfMuke M, 1k

Summary: When possessive Luke wants to show Michael how much better he is than the backstage crew member who winked at him.

Or

Muke Smut before a concert

Better Than FIFA? (ao3) - emiliathegreat (puckdummy) E, 2k

Summary: Hotel nights on tour are usually a blessing, but with all the shit Luke’s been facing lately, it’s exactly the opposite. Michael isn’t one to help, either.

black is the colour (of my true love’s hair) (ao3) - hemmingscliffords E, 2k

Summary: His eyes graze over Luke’s ash blonde hair, the multitude of colours from various batches of highlights that their stylists have given him over the past year, the butterscotch coloured roots that are growing in from not upkeeping it, and out of nowhere Michael thinks that holy shit, Luke would look awesome with black hair. Maybe an ebony colour that had a midnight blue washed through it.

English Love Affair (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo E, 21k

Summary: Where Luke can’t write an essay and maybe falls in love with his sort of tutor

kitten (ao3) - orphan_account N/R, 1k

Summary: michael has been flirting with his new friend calum, and luke has to show him whose kitten he really is

Morning Sexxxxx (ao3) - orphan_account E, 436

Summary: just basically short Muke smut (morning sex)

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

Out of Shape (ao3) - orphan_account E, 823

Summary: Michael climbs a tree to get in to Luke's bedroom. He discovers that he not only is out of shape, but also, Luke's the top from now on. Oh, and he didn't even have to fucking climb that dumbass tree because Luke is home alone.

The best kind of trouble (ao3) - CliffordAffliction E, 71k

Summary: “You know” Luke instantly looked back at him and for a second Michael lost his train of thought “When I got here Monticello warned me to stay away from a few kids and I have a feeling he was talking about you” Michael said with a smile and Luke returned it before going back to stare up at the sky “Well you’d be right my friend” Luke began walking backwards again “But the question is: Are you going to listen?” Michael already knew the answer. From the second he seen Luke on his first day he knew he would always have the want to be around him. Luke’s eyes were almost twinkling under the moon and Michael began to get goosebumps. He put on the biggest smile he could and looked straight back at Luke “Not a chance”

Or After Michael is sent to a strict Preparatory school he meets the school troublemaker, Luke Hemmings, and his world begins to change

Tree House (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) T, 21k

Summary: Michael and Luke have been best friends for many years and their secret meeting place is the tree house in the middle of the woods, because it was where they first met each other.

wrapped around your finger (ao3) - kittenclemmings E, 2k

Summary: Michael wants to please Luke.

you drive me wild (ao3) - ObsessedWithBands M, 2k

Summary: During a concert, Luke notices how sweaty and tired Michael is as they play their guitars.

Backstage, Luke proves to Michael how much dominance he has.

[galaghiel]

two monsters

[marksbear2]

Daddyyy!! I have an idea, and Jason Voorhees & Michael Myers spilt roasting an bottom reader! Ik u dislike writing bottom reader so you could just write an small scenario.

JASON VOORHEES & MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

⚠️Warnings!! Could be G/N READER. Rough and hard sex, spilt roasting, mean Michael, blowjob, deep throat, pulling, 3some, same time. Pure smut!!⚠️

You lost track of time and how this all started, one moment you were running away from literally the two most slashers alive.

It started off with Michael seeing you fall and hurt your ankle. He stood up watching you scream in pain but also fear. Alongside with Michael, Jason approached looking down at you as well.

Then almost in sync they slowly look up form your body and they exchange an look before cornering you.

At first you resisted but as their large and rough gloved hands grabbed and touched your body you felt yourself getting more and more horny. Your body couldn’t hide the arousal you felt.

Now currently Heavy breathing could be heard above you. You were on all fours gagging around Michael’s cock while Jason was behind you thrusting his cock deep inside of you. Jason put one of his legs next to your thigh thrusting in and out of you in a deep and fast pace.

Which each thrust Jason thrusted your body up forcing your mouth to go down Michael’s cock.

As for Michael he thrusted his cock right back forcing his cock deep inside your throat.

They were toying with your body, treating you as if you were some fuck toy for them to share. You gagged and chocked around Michael’s cock while your moans and screams from pleasure were muffled.

Jason hands massaged your ass spreading them and gripping them. He was much more gentle then Michael that was gripping your hair down on his cock.

Jason thrust got faster and faster before abruptly pulling out and pulling your waist down to him pulling you off of Michael’s cock.

Jason flipped your body so you laid on your back. The two slashers switch spots now Michael is in between your legs. He held your legs apart and high putting your legs agaisnt his shoulders and once your legs were settled he put his hands on your hips before immediately thrusting his full cock inside of you showing no mercy or compassion.

The other slasher was watching slightly in Awww but mostly in arousal.

He noticed you were having a hard time keeping your legs on Michael’s shoulders so he reached over taking both of your ankles and holding your legs apart and high for Michael.

Jason looked down at you before swaying his large much thicker cock above your face. Eventually you wrap your lips around his cock. Jason was much more patient then Michael letting you suck his cock at your own pace. Jason’s hands ran through your hair just petting you.

While Michael on the other hand was thrusting fast and deep inside your whole. He was fucking your walls as of you were nothing to him.

His large cock abusing your hole. Michael looked up from your face, since he was just staring watching you sick Jason’s cock. As Michael looked up him and Jason made eye contact. Michael slowly lowered himself on you pressing his body against yours with his full body weight. Eventually Jason let go of your legs, as you immediately wrap them around Michael’s waist.

Michael put his hand on the base of Jason’s cock guiding him out of your mouth, Michael used his free hand to lift up his mask a bit so his mouth and nose was only visible. Michael pumped Jason’s cock before wrapping his lips around his cock bobbing his head down on the full thick shaft. You look and watch in awe as your shock gets cut off short by Michael hips pulling away and slamming himself back inside your hole.

Maybe if you keep up with them for the rest of the night they’ll let you live, or not…

THE END

[ploppymeep]

dooble..

[specialgrades]

— thinking about . . .

men who swear up and down they’re not into you— or men for that matter. men who flirt with women as often as they can. men who drink a little too much during a night out and start grinding against you in the dimly lit club you’re in. men who’s legs feel like jelly and skin feels hot as you guide their hips against yours. men who turn to putty as you drag them outside. men who forget every bit of elegance when they’re pinned against the wall. men who weakly beg for you to fuck them right there in the decrepit alleyway. men who wake up the next morning barely being able to walk and can’t look you in the eye now. men who sport dark hickeys and bite marks from you as they attempt to flirt with another girl to distract from how good you made them feel the night prior.

VINSMOKE SANJI, spirit albarn, ryusei shido, satoru gojo, michael kaiser, josuke higashikata, warren worthington iii

[redcoralpot]

U Malatu - Mike Schmidt x M! Reader

Summary: Mike gets a call back on the ad he had sent out for a new babysitter for Abby. While they were interested in the job, Mike was more than interested in them.

Warnings: NSFW content (masturbation), and mentions of murder.

Word Count: 1.55K

Notes: Consider this a gift for the gay Mike simps!!

-

Mike had expected nothing of it, really. He had paid a newspaper company a few dollars to display ads for a babysitter in their daily papers; a last ditch attempt before starting his new job at a local pizzeria. He was working the night shifts, and with his office being in the middle of a highly dangerous, abandoned building, he hesitated in bringing his little sister along. Abby was only ten years old– who knows what she would get into?

So, when his phone rang with a call from an unknown number, Mike immediately answered, “Hello?”

Radio silence from the other end. His mother always had warned him about spam. 

His finger hovered over a red button, ready to end the call, when a noise froze any movement, “Um… are you Mike Schmidt?”

“Yeah, this is him.”

The caller cleared their throat, “Okay, so, I’m calling about a babysitting ad I saw at a local diner; I’m interested. Is it possible for us to meet there to discuss details?”

“Woah, hold on. What’s your name?” Mike questioned, folding his jacket over a chair.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll meet you outside of Sparky’s at four o’clock. I’m looking forward to it!”

“Wait–” That was the only thing he could respond with before the line cut out, and his home screen went back to normal.

Suspicious. Maybe he should have gone a different route than dropping the opportunity of watching over a vulnerable child into just anyone’s hands, but it was too late to turn back now. Sparky’s was a public place, at least, so this person would not be able to hurt Mike without getting caught. If he got any weird feelings from them, he’d immediately call it off and go home. 

Mike glanced at the oven clock, ticking away at time like it was nothing. Currently, it was only three, and the drive to the popular diner was only fifteen minutes away. Well, shit. He was too desperate to pass this up, not with the court constantly watching his back. Mike groaned, rubbing the bridge of his nose, dreading his first shift already.

He ended up needing that extra time to get Abby comfortable enough for him to leave, and oh, how stubborn she was. Mike had to carry her over his shoulder just to get her into her bedroom, where she had plenty of sensory toys and items to occupy herself with. Additionally, Mike had put extra care into making sure she had the opposite too, such as noise canceling headphones in case the neighbor decided to mow his lawn again. The last time he saw her, she was huddled up on her desk again, using crayons to draw scribbly pictures of her imaginary friends. Yeah, imaginary. They weren’t real, as much as Abby claimed they were.

By the time he had gotten in the car, started it, and driven to Sparky’s, he was five minutes late. Yet, from his windshield, he could see a man in a quirky uniform sitting outside the main doors. Mike couldn’t see the details of the stranger– he needed to get his eyes checked– but he witnessed them flinch at the sound of his car door slamming. As he approached, the man jumped up with a sparkle in their eye, and held out a hand.

“Mike Schmidt?”

He didn’t shake it, causing the hand to fall awkwardly to your side, “Yeah.”

“Uh, anyways, I saw your ad. The diner hands out a paper full of ads with their menus, you see, and yours caught my eye.”

“You mentioned that.”

The man had a lopsided grin on his face, and you chuckled; the sound sent a spark up Mike’s spine, “Yes, yes I did. I make decent money, but I’m also looking for a bit of a side job too. Babysitting was on the top of my list, ‘cause I love kids.”

“Do you have any actual experience with it?”

“I was a babysitter for my first job in highschool,” he rambled, “my favorite kid was a little boy from a local daycare. His mom said he got diagnosed with autism and she needed extra help taking care of him during the evenings. He was a delight!”

“Why did you stop?”

“Ah, it’s a shame. Fritz, the little guy, was one of the kids that went missing at a pizzeria a while back. His mom was never the same after that, and I felt guilty that I wasn’t there.” You shuffled closer to the doors, shoulders tense.

“A pizzeria?”

You shrugged, “It got shut down soon after that. I guess when a couple of kids disappear into thin air in a restaurant, parents aren’t keen on bringing their children there anymore.”

Mike opened his mouth, ready to ask another question, but you stopped him, “Listen, I gotta go, this was my break. You have my number, right?”

He nodded, and you replied with your pinky and thumb sticking out of a fist, held to your ear. Mike watched as you disappeared into the diner, curiosity and another, more unknown feeling creeping up his chest. He remembered it so well, looking back on it.

-

Nowadays, Abby loves you. Mike could lean on the doorway, and a smile would tug on the corners of his lips as he watched you make shapes with your hands. A light was set in her room specifically for this purpose, as the shadows cast would mimic whole storylines. His little sister would view it in glee; the tales always accompanied by voice acting, your doing. Mike even started, in the back of his mind, to prefer the idea of spending the night like that instead of in front of a collection of security cameras. He observed your hands, how your body moved, your face, and more embarrassingly, your lips.

Mike studied how gentle and sickeningly sweet your voice was when you praised Abby, but also the stern expression that played in your eyes when she misbehaved. You would glance up at him sometimes, the manner still stained, and a heady feeling would slam into his brain. The experience always only lasted a few seconds, when his little sister would grumble again, and you were pulled back towards her. Frankly, there were times when Mike wished you would continue, though he’d never admit it. He pushed it down with everything else.

Alas, that can only work for so long– a man has needs. Those needs surface at the worst possible time, and for Mike, that was on his endless night shift at the pizzeria. He cursed under his breath, feeling his dick straining against his jeans. The feeling of your hand manhandling him out of his own front door was imprinted on his shoulder, even if his uniform vest covered it. Just thinking about it sent a shiver down his spine, and he closed his eyes as his eyebrows scrunched together.

“F-fuck.” He whispered. 

His seat shook as Mike shifted in it, fidgeting, unable to focus on the bright screens on his desk. The more he tried ignoring it, the more depraved thoughts infected his head. A finger trailed up the seam of his pants, his breath hitching, where it finally landed on the button holding it all together. Mike bit his lip and unbuttoned it, a whine escaping him as he palmed himself. 

He imagined it was you that was doing it, your strong palm cupping his crotch as easily as you did a mug at home. He snaked fingers into his boxers, sliding himself out of the top, and rested his forehead against the wood under the cameras. His dick twitched at the movement, and he brushed against the tip. Mike huffed as he slid his hand down, and then up, repeating; spreading precum as it came out. What else could you do with that strength?

Could you manhandle him on his hands and knees? You could, he knew, and you would trail your hands down his body. So very gentle, so very kind, for what you were about to do. You could hold his hips still to prevent him from thrusting up into your hand, as he whimpered in complaint. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he felt the stickiness grow in his hand; you could call him the most pathetic things and he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. A pet, a slut, a little whore.

Mike let out a quiet moan, “Please…”

He’d face away from you as you thrust your own against his cock, not even earning the privilege to look at you. You would treat him as only a toy to use, whenever, and however you wanted. His ass would be red from how hard your skin slapped against his; the sting only sending down zaps of pleasure. You wouldn’t even bother taking off your own clothes, only his. 

“That’s it, that’s a good boy,” you’d grunt.

That same heady feeling slammed into Mike again, but this time was different– this time it was accompanied by a white flash in front of his eyes. His body seized upwards, drool smearing against the desktop. The guard felt warmth drip down his palm, onto his pants and the floor. For the first time in what felt like forever, he let out a deep, shaky breath. 

The stain was going to be hard to explain.

-

[itsillyakuryakin]

Favorite genre of F1 pics fr

[celestialblueboy]

Brat Crowley

Simp Crowley is obviously very real. But we forget to talk about what a brat Crowley is about it all.

When Aziraphale asks for a volunteer who is ‘familiar with firearms’, Crowley is the only one who doesn’t raise his hand. We learn a few moments later that Crowley has never shot a gun. But in this moment before Crowley is on stage, he KNOWS that Aziraphale does not know about his lack of experience. Crowley just loves to see Aziraphale sweat.

And if Aziraphale asks him later why he didn’t raise his hand earlier, Crowley will just shrug and say ‘I wasn’t familiar with firearms’. <- Brat behavior

Bonus:

They both know Crowley will do whatever Aziraphale wants, but he’s gotta put on a lil bitch fit about it.

It’s their foreplay. I hate them.

[breaking-justin]

What’s the band called? // credits: @indie_alternative_emo_boy on instagram

[5sosfanfictioncatalogue]

Bottom!Michael Masterlist

part two

Backstage (ao3) - SecondsOfMuke michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: When possessive Luke wants to show Michael how much better he is than the backstage crew member who winked at him.

Or

Muke Smut before a concert.

Better Than FIFA? (ao3) - emiliathegreat (puckdummy) michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: Hotel nights on tour are usually a blessing, but with all the shit Luke's been facing lately, it's exactly the opposite. Michael isn't one to help, either.

black is the colour (of my true love's hair) (ao3) - hemmingscliffords michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: His eyes graze over Luke's ash blonde hair, the multitude of colours from various batches of highlights that their stylists have given him over the past year, the butterscotch coloured roots that are growing in from not upkeeping it, and out of nowhere Michael thinks that holy shit, Luke would look awesome with black hair. Maybe an ebony colour that had a midnight blue washed through it.

Blue Satin and Black Lace (ao3) - sammyswagstar michael/ashton E, 6k

Summary: Michael Clifford never ever backs down from a dare, even if he's dared to wear women's underwear for a whole day. Besides, he kind of enjoys it. He find out he isn't the only one sexually frustrated by the dare.

OR

The one with panty kink, masturbating Michael Clifford, and rough Mashton bro-sex.

do it better (ao3) - lourrygum ot4 N/R, 8k

Summary: takes place during the time michael lost his passport and was stuck in the US while his band performed in the UK. He feels upset about it and stops answering their calls and may or may not unfollow them on twitter, leading to questions and anxiety.

or, 3/4 of 5sos go to the US to see michael and end up fucking him senseless.

English Love Affair (ao3) - takeitoffhemmo michael/luke E, 21k

Summary: Where Luke can't write an essay and maybe falls in love with his sort of tutor

i do things wrong, you thought i might (ao3) - emiliathegreat (puckdummy) michael/ashton E, 2k

Summary: Ashton is the only openly gay member of 5 Seconds of Summer. Michael is a little bit bi-curious and wants to know what it's like to get fucked.

'I'm not gay.' (ao3) - antisocialhood michael/ashton M, 5k

Summary: Michael just isn't gay.

I Only Wanna Talk (ao3) - dafeedil michael/calum E, 16k

Summary: He thinks it should feel wrong, kissing Calum here in the dark, when the thousand dollars he paid to have this is sitting neatly in its envelope just feet away. But it doesn’t feel wrong, not at all. In fact, it feels unnatural not to be kissing Calum.

Or, more simply, Michael falls in love with a prostitute.

kitten (ao3) - orphan_account michael/luke N/R, 1k

Summary: michael has been flirting with his new friend calum, and luke has to show him whose kitten he really is

No Chance (ao3) - iCheeseYou (EHkook) michael/luke, calum/ashton T, 72k

Summary: So Ashton's going on a road trip with his friend, Calum, and he invited me to tag along. Being the adventurous shit I am, I said yes, but I wouldn't have if I knew that Luke Hemmings was going as well. God, I hate that guy, and the feeling's mutual. Why does that annoying brat have to come along? And Ashton and Calum expect us to be friends? Yeah, right. There's no chance that Luke Hemmings and I, Michael Clifford, are ever going to get along.

The best kind of trouble (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 71k

Summary: “You know” Luke instantly looked back at him and for a second Michael lost his train of thought “When I got here Monticello warned me to stay away from a few kids and I have a feeling he was talking about you” Michael said with a smile and Luke returned it before going back to stare up at the sky “Well you’d be right my friend” Luke began walking backwards again “But the question is: Are you going to listen?” Michael already knew the answer. From the second he seen Luke on his first day he knew he would always have the want to be around him. Luke’s eyes were almost twinkling under the moon and Michael began to get goosebumps. He put on the biggest smile he could and looked straight back at Luke “Not a chance”

Or After Michael is sent to a strict Preparatory school he meets the school troublemaker, Luke Hemmings, and his world begins to change

To Love or To Be Loved (ao3) - antisocialhood michael/luke N/R, 30k

Summary: Luke was crying again because that's all he was, another fuck. He'd been trying since Michael said it was nice to come home to him, to figure out what that meant and why Michael kept him around instead of finding someone else.

It bothered him a lot, that was all Michael saw him as. He threw his heart out on his sleeve and Michael didn't even glance at it.

"One last time, Lukey."

And Luke was so weak.

wrapped around your finger (ao3) - kittenclemmings michael/luke E, 2k

Summary: Michael wants to please Luke.

you drive me wild (ao3) - ObsessedWithBands michael/luke M, 2k

Summary: During a concert, Luke notices how sweaty and tired Michael is as they play their guitars.

Backstage, Luke proves to Michael how much dominance he has.

You Need Some Get Right, Mama (ao3) - orphan_account michael/calum E, 2k

Summary: Calum Hood didn’t mean to walk in on Michael Clifford, his best friend, his band mate, his crush, while he was sleeping. He didn’t know he was going to sleeping on his stomach, wearing something that was definitely not boxers. But, he’s glad he did, because it is the hottest sight he has ever had the privilege to have.

OR the fic where Calum walks in on Michael sleeping in panties. Sex ensues.

[squibo]

[ingravinoveritas]

David is absolutely sticking his arse out more than necessary in that first pic, and I am at peace with that...

[marksbear2]

Hiii Mark!! I love your fics on this account and the old one and I was wonder could you make a Michael Myers x male reader. It doesn’t have to have plot it could just a smut!! I love you so much and have nice day!! ❤️

MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

I’m trying to learn how to write bottom reader better, since I have a few requesting asking for bottom reader though I suck at it and I s mostly write for top.

⚠️Warnings!!- Detailed Smutt!! Big dick Michael, bottom reader, no pronouns used for reader but amab reader, rough, no affection, multiple creampie, knife mentioned, multiple rounds, no mercy, and etc.⚠️

Your vision was getting blurry from the pleasure, you forgot about all sense of your surroundings, and the only thing your mind was focused on was the big dick moving back and forth inside you.

Michael had a hard grip onto your hair pushing your head down into the bed while his other hand gripping onto your hip. 

Though vision blurry you could make out the blood soaked kitchen knife right in Michael’s arm reach. 

The sound of your moans and whines and also your bare skin slapping against Michael’s Coveralls. The zipper was down to the mechanic outfit so his chest and stomach was exposed. His movements were fast and uncaring. He didn’t care that he already came in your hole many times during the night. 

Your hole was leaking out his cum, your breathing was very as he thrusted relentlessly. He had no sign of being tired or looked like he was stopping soon.

Your cock also had cum drizzling out of it, cum leaking out of the tip as it hanged in between your legs untouched. Every time you try to catch a glimpse of Michael he’d shove your head down back into the bed. But whenever you did manage a quick glance to behind he has his mask up over his mouth breathing heavy, but quietly as he thrusted deeper. 

With legs trembling and also with your back arching you were overwhelmed. His large dick would thrust and graze your prostate like it was nothing as be thrusted faster and deeper.

Large hands on your hips would tug and pull your body down on his cock not caring if you wanted to or not. Your hip started to get a hand print, from how harsh and strong he was holding you.

Your lower body began to give out, you couldn’t even hold up your ass up anymore as your legs were shaking. Soon enough your hips fell down on the bed as you held the sheets for dear life. 

You quietly moaned and whimpered begging for him to stop, but you just felt his cold look through the mask, the pleas and begs to stop falling deaf to his ears.

As you gave out he stared down you menacing as he pulled out of your cum full hole. He let go of your hip and pulled his back dish before using the now free hand to jerk off your cock he slowly mounted on top of you and began to rub his wet creamy cock against your ass. 

He moved his cock up and down against your cheeks before eventually finding your hole again and thrusting fully inside.

You let out a raspy loud moan as he went back to fucking you relentlessly. Your head was spinning as the hand he was using to hold your hand went to your throat wrapping his large hand around your throat.

He pressed his chest against your naked bare back as he drilled his cock inside of you. You could feel his balls slap against your ass harshly as he pounded inside of you not holding anything back.  

He haven’t squeezed or tightened his grip yet, he just kept it there fucking you deeply and roughly.

His full weight against you as he was mounting on top of you. 

Your legs were tangled with his own, his clothed legs forcing your legs down so you couldn’t escape from him. You felt his boots against your feet as squirmed around.

As you moaned louder and louder the hand around your throat tightened its grip. Not even to hurt you or make you pass out just enough for you to know who’s in charge. 

You could feel the cold mask against your neck and ear as he was on top of you. You could swear that you feel his cock bulging inside of your stomach. You moaned louder and louder as you came again, white steaks of cum spurting out of your cock while you struggled to your eyes open. 

Your mouth hanged open as you panted and tried to keep your breathing steady. Your hips squirmed and trembled as you came untouched, you were embarrassed from how many times you already orgasmed from just getting fucked in the ass. 

Your was squeezed around his cock as you tried to ride out your orgasm. 

Your face was flushed as your eyes began to roll back from pleasure. 

With sudden movement Michael went up and began to actually choke you as he thrust became animalistic as his boots dig against the bed. Your breaths got chocked as you gasped and such as his hand tightened.

With his groans and deep grunts becoming more audible. He drilled his cock deeper then ever shooting his load into you once more. 

You began to feel light headed as you couldn’t breathe properly and fully. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth as you felt his cum from the previous rounds leak out of you. Your hole overfilling with his seed, as Michael thrust got slow but still hard he finally rode out of his orgasm as he let go of your throat.

But still, after all this time. You still felt his hard cock pulsing his cum inside you. And with the look you could feel from behind you. Michael showed no signs to being close to done.

Letting go of your throat Michael used both his hands to hold both of your arms pulling them back raising you up from the bed as he went back to drilling his cock inside you.

The headboard banged and hit against the wall as the bed squeaked.

With your arms behind you getting pulled in a strong and rough grip you looked in front of you in daze looking at Michael’s blood soaked knife.

You could feel the cum leak down onto your thighs and landing on the sheets below. 

Your mind was fuzzing and almost turning blank as he began to destroy you physically and mentally with his cock.

THE END

[letsmcfreackingloseit]

And for the holidays I give you memes! Memes everywhere!

I hope that all of you are having a wonderful time, but if not, I at least hope these silly doodles brought you a little joy!

I'm going to keep this short and sweet today, so to round this of: These doodles are based off of the fanfic Apex Polarity, which is written by the lovely @naffeclipse and Eclipse' design is based off of @themeeplord 's fantastic design!

And as a bonus, you will find an alteration and a bunch of Yeti slogans/puns under the cut:

and if you're wondering why I made so many gd yeti puns, it was for michael's mug. You gotta have some fitting and funny slogan for all mugs. Btw If any of you know some good yeti slogans and/or puns, please call me, I've been struggling.

Michael; local cryptid believer, but not cryptid enjoyer

Vanessa; POLAR BEARS

Eclipse; I'm having the best time of my life! :D

Y/n; I'm having A TIME :')

[gothluke]

absolutely stunning

[greeneyed-thestral]