#michael g. strain

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Michael G. Strain (R-LA) Agriculturer 

Damn... Mike is the type of guy that gets my blood pumping.

Too my penis.

[mydaddywiki]

Michael G. Strain

Physique: Chubby/Husky Build

Michael Gene Strain (born December 2, 1959) is an American politician from Louisiana. He is the Louisiana Agriculture and Forestry Commissioner (2008-present), becoming the first Republican to hold the position. He a former member of the Louisiana House of Representatives, District 74 (1999-2007).

Short, chubby and he wears boots. This Covington, LA native is the kind of guy I could spend hours doing in every position and tossing him off until he cums. Personally I think he is fantastically cute and if he wants a daddy devotee to give him all the ass and blow-job he could want. I am more than willing to help make that dream a reality for him.

Strain married his Veterinary School sweetheart and together they have two children. Together they opened Claiborne Hill Veterinary Hospital in Covington, which is fitting as I’ve got a hog that Strain could examine. And by hog, I mean penis. Other than the fact that he was a hot chub, a veterinarian and rancher, I have no other research to offer you. I'm afraid I spent all those hours when I was looking him up online masturbating. And I think that is actually a far more productive way to spend my time.

[idvoteforthatdaddy]

Michael G. Strain (R-LA) Agriculturer 

I love broccoli. But I love short, silver-haired chubs more.

And short, silver-haired chubs... who can cook. Next level.

[scarofthewind]

Slashers x Reader || Stuck (NSFW)

A/N: HOwdy bitch! This is a cheesy, scenario prompt where the reader (or slasher) gets stuck and then fuck.

Warnings: Dub!con, teasing, fingering, oral, non!protection, female pronouns, blah blah blah

Michael Myers: Under the bed

"Damnitt," you hissed as one of the beams from under the bed came down on your lower back, keeping you pinned in your spot. All you were trying to do was grab a bag of winter clothes that was squished towards the back under your bed and now you were stuck, left to fight off dust bunnies alone. "Michael?" You called, heaving a sigh as you tried moving again but to no avail. You couldn't reach the bar with your arms due to the tight space; you were stuck.

"Michael!" You shouted, finally hearing his loud footsteps ascending the stairs.

"What do you w-" Michael snapped his mouth shut, eyes growing wide as he watched your lower half squirm as you tried to get out form under the bed.

"The bar is stuck and I can't get out. Lift the bed." You said, watching his feet cross the floor until he was behind you out of sight. For a moment, nothing happened and you grew irritated but silently reminded yourself who you were dealing with and took a deep breath. "Don't rip them please." With those simple words, you felt large hands cup your ass, reaching to the hem of your pants and pulling them down with your panties as well.

You felt his fingers trace over your skin, creating goosbumps in their wake. His hands spread your thighs apart and you heard him groan, your face heating up at the noise. Michael was practically foaming at the mouth by the time he slipped a finger into your cunt. His eyes never left your lower lips and he added another finger just a few seconds later, feeling the way your walls tightened around his digits. "Did you plan this?" He asked, his thumb moving down to circle your clit.

"You think I want to be under here?" You snapped, biting back a moan as he rocked his fingers into you. Michael chuckled at your attitude and curled his fingers, grinding them against your g-spot and watching your thighs begin to tremble.

"Hurry up and cum so I can rescue you and claim my reward," Michael grunted, his cock straining against his jeans and the smell of your excitement making his mind go numb. Maybe he would just fuck you like this.

William Schenk/Emmerson: Under the car

"Will?" You called, setting your bag down and taking your shoes off. Your house was quiet other than the loud banging from in the garage, a sign you knew would lead you to your fiancé. "How long have you been out here?" You asked as you found him under the old car you said would be better used as scrap metal than trying to fix.

"Hey babe," he replied, his hand coming out to grab a wrench of some kind before he went back to clanking away. "About two hours or so. I'll be done in a minute." William was so focused on fixing a stubborn part of the vehicle that he didn't even realize how the car jack had fallen. Five minutes later when he finally decided to call it quits, he realized the situation. "Shit," he grunted, yelling out for you.

"Are you okay?" You called as you came back into the garage, watching as he was trying to get out from under the car.

"I'm fine, the fucking jack fell again," he sighed.

"I told you to get a new one last week!" You nagged at him before you made your way closer to him. You weren't sure if it was the way he was sweaty and covered in grease or the bubbling arousal in your system but you had an evil idea. With light fingers, you traced your fiancés cock through his jeans, watching him twitch at the feeling.

"What are you doing?" William asked, curious to see where your mind was at, although he had a feeling he already knew.

"I like you like this," you cooed, watching his cock harden in his jeans at your constant petting. You gently undid the button and zipper before reaching past his boxers and pulling his erection out. You heard him suck in a breath as the cold air hit his shaft.

"Dirty fucking girl," he groaned, wishing he could watch you in this moment. The moment your lips and tongue met the tip of his cock, he was a mess. William had to grip the wrench in his hands in order not to grab pieces of the car that were already falling apart. He closed his dark eyes and just felt your mouth around him; warm and wet like your perfect cunt that he loves so much.

When he felt you pull off his cock completely he was frozen in waiting. He could hear a zipper and a thud of clothes before he felt your hand circling his base. "Let me out baby," he warned, his patience growing thinner by the moment.

With a soft laugh, you pressed the tip of his cock to your cunt and slowly sank down with a 'no', on your lips.

[nocreativityfornames]

Hello! Um, I don't know how welcome you are to asks but I kinda wanted to bring up this little headcanon I have of Michael that you may or may not find interesting? Iv posted about it somewhere on my blog, but to summarize it, here

Consider the potential of a Teenage Michael!

Hear me out! I just think there is a lot of potential, not only angst wise but also narrative wise.

I just love the idea of the head angel of the celetial relm being this scrawny teenage boy with issues.

Not only is he a teenager with the responsibility of being the mature older brother to the other angels, therefore, having to step up more in the absence of lucifer, but also having a lowkey abusive father who burdens him with religious trauma.

And I just loove the trope where it's like:

The younger siblings stays behind with abusive parents left to take care of the rest of their family because their older sibling left to live a healthier life. And resentment builds because they think their older sibling abomdoned them.

Also considering how I don't think the devs will make him a villian, I think it would make Michael look way more sympathetic if he was on the younger side.

Is this accurate to what the game has established Michael to be? Not really but they've retconned things before. Not that I'd ever think they'd go along with a concept like this.

Anyways I'm writing this at like 11pm so exuse the spelling errors, I'm so tired 🥲.

Ps. I really like your content :D

I actually REALLY like that, and the angst oh boy :")

I mean, looking back to NB S1 (spoilers!!!) with this in mind makes everything so much sadder. Like how he disguised himself as Raphael just to visit the others in the Devildom because he missed them and didn't know how to interact with them as himself. And also him giving Lucifer that ultimatum to either come back or make the Devildom an enemy of the Celestial Realm as a last attempt to bring his older brother and brothers back (even though deep down he knew they'd refuse) because he was struggling to step up and handle things on his own after he left, especially since the trauma of the war was still fresh for everyone (including himself) and he had to look after the traumatized part of the family that stayed, like you said.

Which is... heartbreaking.

Funny thing though: I always thought Michael to be the oldest one (or them being twins) and your ask made me start thinking about how that would play out in this scenario with the og game stuff in mind.

So like, the older sibling carrying resentment while also being happy for the youngest because they got tired of the abuse and had the courage to stand up to their parent and leave to have a happier life when he couldn't because he still feels tied to that parent and that it's his responsibility and duty to stay with them no matter what (think of Dean and Sam from SPN, who have this exact dynamic and a very complicated relationship with their father).

And then there's the whole thing about Michael being the one to cast out Lucifer and his brothers from the Celestial Realm, which only adds to this. It's like: the younger brother stood up to his father and was met with rage, so the oldest stepped up and to avoid something even worse from happening kicked him out of the house himself.

(@luckykittysshowerthoughts has an amazing post about this that has never left my mind ever since I read it and I recommend everyone reading it)

So we fast-forward to years and years later where the oldest is still living with their parents looking after the siblings who didn't leave while missing his younger brother, worrying for him, and wanting to know how he's doing. So he tries his best to stay in contact and know what's happening but since their relationship has been strained ever since what happened (because from the youngest's POV his older brother betrayed him by not taking his side and kicking him out of the house, which I think was how Lucifer felt for a long time before he saw the bigger picture as he got older) the youngest rejects his attempts at trying to contact him and the oldest's only way to know how he's doing is by sending his other siblings to check up on him or contact the people close to him.

Does he do it to the point where it gets annoying? Yes. Is his constant need to know how his brother is doing making said brother feel even more frustrated with him and only driving him further away? Yes. Would it have been better if he had left the brother alone and waited for him to reach out on his own? Yes. But he can't find it in himself to do that because he'd worry too much and miss him even more.

Tbh, I can see both of these scenarios being true together. So younger Michael right after the fall is still bitter and doesn't want to admit that he misses Lucifer and his brothers (he didn't seem to like to hear that Luke thought he missed them when talking to him as Raphael) and later accepting that and leaving a lot of that resentment behind to just be happy for them and miss them, wanting to know how they're doing often, etc.

So I definitely don't see him as evil either, but more of a broken younger/older sibling who wants to reconnect with his family and whose intentions are good but don't translate very well in his method of doing things.

Sorry for going on my own rambling here, lol

And I'm more than fine with asks, I love discussing stuff about the game and the characters <3

[swiftlythebest]

somewhere else, just like magic

| chapter 1 of 4 | rating: g |

Charlie focused on the man Michael was talking to, immediately drawing in a sharp breath. Tori looked up in surprise, but Charlie couldn’t pull his eyes from Michael’s conversation partner.

He was tall, almost the same height as Michael, but much broader with strong shoulders and arms that strained at the fabric that encased them. His hair was somewhere between blonde and red, artfully flopping on his head. And he had a special smile, the kind of smile that made Charlie wonder if every other smile in the world has just been trying to recreate this softness and beauty. This man was lovely; no other word felt right.

Or, Charlie’s life falls apart so he escapes to a small town up north. And he may just find a better life up there than the one he had in the big city.

[ughkat]

"you're doing so good." | m.g.c

short fluff ❥

boyfriend michael helps you learn some chords on the guitar

michael x reader, kisses, petnames

not proofread

You're getting it babe, keep going." Michael smiled from behind me. I sat focused in his lap, guitar in hand. I bent my fingers to the correct frets and strings trying to strum a simple G chord. Michael wrapped his arms around me, placing his fingers over over mine. He carefully adjusted my placement, leaning his chin on my shoulder.

"Mike, I think my fingers are too small." I giggled. He shook his head before speaking.

"I don't think so, try again." He urged with a cheeky grin. I sighed and carefully strummed the ear straining chord. I dramatically dropped my head in defeat, Michael laughing behind me.

"I think we just have to accept that there's only one guitar player in this house." I joked. Michael wrapped his arms around me tighter, gently giving me a playful squeeze.

"But baby, I know you can do it." He groaned, stretching out his words. He buried his face into the back on my neck, my hair covering him.

"If I keep trying, can we take a nap when I get it right?" I whined, Michael slowly perked his head back up.

"Absolutely." He grinned, placing a kiss on my cheek, "Now keep going!" He jolted me by my shoulders. I rolled my head back with a sarcastic groan, tending back to the guitar on my lap. I strategically placed my fingers back on the fretboard, closely studying my placement. I looked back at Michael for affirmation, earning a simple nod in response. I let out a sigh and brushed my thumb along the strings, strumming down generously. The sound of what was almost a note rang through the guitar, a sound much more pleasant than before. I quickly turned my bead to Michael, who's face was lit up with a cheerful smile. He raised two fists of victory before speaking.

"Yes! That was almost something!" He giggled. I narrowed my eyes with a smile and gave him a playful slap on the leg.

"Hey, that was much better than my other attempts." I sneered. He brushed the hair off my shoulder, placing a kiss under my ear.

"You're doing so good, baby." He spoke softly. "You learned the first chord, now you just have the rest of the song to go." He muttered with a smirk. I pulled away from him with a scoff, turning around with a giggle.

"Whatever." I smiled, leaning back into Michael behind me.

[stargatelov3r]

Teylabeth Week 2023 Roundup

It's been a while since Teylabeth week but I still wanted to do a roundup so here is everything that was created for Teylabeth Week 2023 in one post!

Fanfics

lost and found by toboddly || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 1378 words

elizabeth weir is on a mission. it's not much of a mission. long story short, her girlfriend left her phone behind, and now elizabeth is running halfway across campus to find her.

Storm Warning by WonkyElk || Teen and up Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 7359 words (including fanart)

It wasn’t that Elizabeth hated playing host, exactly, it was just that four weeks of wearing her best clothes, her best smile and her absolute best behaviour, was a strain even on her naturally even-tempered and diplomatic nature.

Rest Day by stargatelover || Teen and up Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 3172 words

The whole base is off work, having fun. The whole base? No, one stubborn leader is not ready to give up her work yet - until someone marches into her office and asks her for lunch. Or: what if Teyla had asked Elizabeth on a lunch date instead of Tall Man McBeard

Crossover by Sammy || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 4015 words

When Teyla steps through the gate, she finds herself in unfamiliar surroundings, she has to figure out where she is and how to get back to her Elizabeth Weir.

sour apple baby but you taste so sweet by LogicGunn || Explicit || No Archive Warnings Apply || 2081 words

It’s not their first kiss, not by a long shot, but it’s charged with a feeling of want and need and finally.

Scars by stargatelover || Mature || No Archive Warnings Apply || 1138 words

She knows Teyla has scars all over her body, she finds new ones every time they are close and she wants to know them all, but there are scars on her back that she had been unaware of until now. Elizabeth can’t help herself reaching out and trace them, as if her touch could take away the pain long gone. She hopes she is careful enough not to wake Teyla, but the urge to tend to these wounds, although healed mostly long before they met, is uncontrollable.

Fix It by Sammy || Mature || Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con || 6058 words

Teyla finds herself at Ford's mercy and soon finds she has to differentiate between delusion and reality

Days That Never Were by Anagrrl || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 200 words

Elizabeth knows that there is only one real Teyla Emmagan.

i took my love and i took it down by LogicGunn || Teen And Up Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 4645 words

Elizabeth's ex-husband comes to town.

Who are you? by Robin_Outlaw99 || General Audiences || Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings || 1183 words

Elizabeth loses 3 years' worth of her memories after surgery to remove the nanites, Teyla is of course heartbroken.

Can You Take This Weight of Mine? by kira_nerys_rocks || Teen And Up Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 1325 words

The first night after the events in "The Real World" Elizabeth wakes up from a nightmare and Teyla is there to comfort her. “It’s me, Elizabeth. Teyla.” Teyla reached for the lightswitch, maybe hoping that some light in the room would help Elizabeth to find her orientation back. “You’re safe." The panic in Elizabeth’s eyes slowly started to fade away when her eyes wandered around the room, taking in her surroundings, her home.

Who Are You? by Sammy || Mature || Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death || 6750 words

Teyla finds herself falling into a trap and right into Michael's hands. She is forced to forget her old life on Atlantis. Can she remember enough in time to save the woman she loves?

Lost and Found by Sammy || Teen And Up Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 5213 words

Teyla and Elizabeth have been discovered by the NID, and Elizabeth has been removed from Atlantis, but will they find each other again when disaster strikes?

Belonging by stargatelover || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 200 words

Atlantis returned to Earth, Elizabeth and Teyla have mixed feelings about that.

the fruit is sweet, the tea is hot by nonbinaryezrabridger || General Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 1605 words

Teyla and Elizabeth follow their shared morning routine as they prepare for an important meeting with Atlantis's allies.

Emmagan and Weir at Calaprayal by Mas_Pebbles_Sharp || Teen and Up Audiences || No Archive Warnings Apply || 3735 words

After the fallout from casting undue suspicion on the Athosians, Elizabeth and Teyla take some time to work on their political relationship. Just add ruus wine, a roaring fire and starlight….

link to the ao3 collection

Overall 50.056 words were written for Teylabeth Week 2023! how cool is that!

Edits

About Love by @stargatelov3r

trust by @toboddly

all of the girls boys you loved before by @sassycordy

Other

I found love (collage) by @stargatelov3r

idk how to call this but it's like a meme i guess by @stargatelov3r (again)

teylabeth moodboard by (who would have guessed) @stargatelov3r

I feel like I missed something and if I did please let me know!

Thank you so so much for everyone who contributed! I'm looking forward to next year!

[jknerd]

DISNEY AU: George “Goofy” G. Goof

Full Name: George G. Goof

Other Names: Goofy (stage name, commonly known around the world), Mr. Goof, Goofball (by Mortimer and Pete), Georgie (by his wife and Sylvia)

Schools: Mouseton Elementary School (graduated), Acme Middle School (graduated), S. Symphony High School (dropped out), Walt Disney University of Performing Arts (3/4 years completed)

Occuaption(s): Comedian, Actor, Performer, Socialtainer, Performing Arts and Entertainment Instructor of Oswald College of Arts/Music/Sports (temporary)

Residence: Spoonerville, Ohio

Family: Glory B. Goof (wife; deceased), George G. Goof Jr (son), Maxine Goof (daughter), Gloria Goof (granddaughter), Debbie (niece; in-law), Walter P. Goof (grandfather; deceased), Benjamin Goof (father; deceased), Sylvia M. Goof (girlfriend->wife)

Relationships: Michael “Mickey” Mouse (best friend), Donald Fauntleroy Duck (best friend), Mina “Minnie” Mouse (friend), Daisy Amelia Duck (friend), Horace Horsecollar (friend), Peter Pete (neighbor), Peg Pete (old friend), Glory C Goof (first love->wife), Clarabelle Heifer (friend), Sylvia M. Goof (second love->wife)

Likes: Driving, sports, movies, his performances making people happy, spending time with his family, games, camping, parties, dancing, singing

Dislikes: His own clumsiness, heights, loneliness, Pete’s inconsiderate behaviors, rudeness, Donald and Mickey bickering, Bradley’s father’s lack of affection towards his own son

Abilities/Talents: His creativity of comedies, great singing and dancing skills, hidden intelligence, cooking, baking

George G.(Gustaf) Goof is is globally famous entertainer and celebrity alongside Mickey Mouse and Donald Fauntleroy Duck. He is also a widower of Glory B, and father of two children; George Jr. and Maxine Goof. Through his debut with Mickey and Donald, he was most popular entertainer as he occasionally stars in films, series, variety shows and sitcom, mostly well-known for his slapstick moments. However, despite being “goofy”, he has managed to hide his family from the public until Maxine’s college years. 

Despite his current demeanor, his teen years were troubled; seen riding his motorbike in rebellious phase and had strained relationship with his family. However, his stunt tricks were recognized by Disney Studio workers and they recruited him as new member alongside Mickey and Donald. Although attended college of performing arts, he only completed 3 years as through these days he met Glory B who later become a mother of his child. Leaving college, Goofy focused on his job in entertainment to provide a lot for his new family. However, he felt fear of his family exposed to the public and dangers. He had George Jr as firstborn, and years went by he had Maxine as next child. Maxine’s mother Glory passed away a day after her birthday from the car accident on the way home with a gift for her daughter, causing Maxine to stop asking for anything in every birthday. As Goofy was being busy throughout Maxine’s childhood, he was thankful of his son for being with her but at the same time felt he is failing as father. Especially, when Maxine said she didn’t want the world to know she and him are related. Due to his absence in every parent-teacher days, Principal Mazur suspected that Maxine might go through parental neglect and privately called Goofy with advice to get involved with her life more as real father. Realizing how he have missed the time spending with his children—especially Maxine—, Goofy decided to set out the 2 weeks family road trip, but struggled to understand what teenagers enjoy. With Mickey, Donald and his son’s help, Goofy planned out every location she would like with no people bothering her. However, he didn’t know she had a date with Rox and inadvertently had her canceled their date. Later, his son fixed this straining relationship by reserving a ticket to Maxine’s favorite singer’s concert where Goofy can use this opportunity to get on stage with his daughter to meet him. At the concert stage, he shook hands with Powerline as it was revealed the singer has been Goofy’s big fan. The trip has made Maxine understand the true purpose of why Goofy worked as entertainer.

Years later, Goofy and Pete were holding party for their kids as they were leaving for college. While being happy for his daughter’s future campus life, he couldn’t help feeling depressed of him being only person in a house as George Jr already graduated and went to university to study laws out of state and Maxine would be in Oswald College. Days later, the head of Disney Studio was launching next show with Goofy as a temporary instructor of the campus for the subject “Entertainment Business” and “Performing Arts”, located in Oswald College. He happily accepted as he thought he could get to see his daughter more. This naturally caused the entire campus to know Maxine is a daughter of globally famous celebrity. While Maxine wasn’t bothered with this anymore, she felt discomfort that Goofy was always trying to be part of her daily routine. So, she tried several attempts to get him off of her campus life, eventually ended up Goofy having a girlfriend; Sylvia Marpole the campus’ librarian.  Soon, he encountered Bradley Uppercrust III the rival of Maxine for X-game competition. While worried of his daughter, he was supported by Sylvia who has given him an advice to let Maxine handle things on her own as she is growing up. Meeting Bradley’s father, Goofy’s concern grew when he learned of the Uppercrust controlling or meddling with his son’s life. When Maxine discovered of Bradley’s father’s plan, she asked her father to join her in X-Game competition, which Goofy accepted. Later, at the X-Game triathlon, Bradley’s father’s scheme nearly cost lives of his son, his son’s teammate Tank, and Goofy’s daughter. With George Gr and Goofy’s help, they were saved and Maxine won the competition.  As Bradley conceded defeat and collapsed from the use of drug by his father, Maxine and Rox took him to infirmary as Goofy angrily called out on his father for not only getting Maxine and Tank into huge accident but also nearly killed his own son for his ambition. However, he respected his daughter’s choice in keeping this discovery for themselves as it could damage Bradley’s campus life, even his graduation. After the show’s finale, Goofy leave the college but starts new romance with Sylvia. Occasionally, he would call his daughter to make sure she’s doing well in rest of her college years.

Though in every vacation his daughter have, she would help Goofy in House of Mouse duties as he works at the kitchen and would be seen supporting her when Maxine has to go up onstage to perform. In one of recent variety shows called “Exit Man”, he is elated to have Maxine starring frequent guest stars. Although he makes sure she won’t get stressed over her life involving in world of entertainment, Goofy continuously helps her. Recently, Goofy and Sylvia got married.

[melis-writes]

Take me back to Michael x victoria!! A prompt for rough sex on the balcony on the villa in Sicily 😩

Vichael smut in full force in Sicily tonight!! 🥴🥴 This was EVERYTHING. 🥵🔥

“O-Oh my Goddddd!” Your moans shake as you clutch onto the balcony railing, only feeling the friction of your summer dress riding up and against your skin over and over again with each thrust of Michael’s cock going inside of you.

“You want to find out the hard way if anyone can hear you?” Michael grunts, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling back on it.

You whimper back in response, unable to see anyone around the villa from the perfect view of the villa’s balcony.

With Michael’s cock slicking in and out of your pussy while hitting every sweet spot you didn’t think you had, you find yourself barely able to control your own moans and the squelching sounds of wetness sloshing out of your pussy.

“O-ooh, yes!” To no avail, you can’t keep one filthy moan after another from spilling out of your mouth—being rocked back and forth over Michael’s cock.

“I love watching you take it so eagerly,” Michael breathes hotly against the nape of your neck as droplets of the massage oil he slathered over your ass and pussy that mixed in with your cum two orgasms ago begin to ooze down your inner thighs.

Never losing his rapid, sloppy pace inside of you, beads of sweat begin to form over Michael’s forehead; the heated fuck session from the past half hour causing his hair to tousle.

“I w-want it, I want it,” you beg through your moans, keeping your legs spread as wide as you can as you lean over the balcony railing.

“You beg just like a slut, you know that?” Michael continues mercilessly pummelling into you, having granted you your wish of wanting to be “fucked everywhere in the villa” from the moment both of you landed in Sicily.

“Michael! Ooh, MICHAEL!” You shriek, crying out Michael’s name over several times as you feel your orgasm that you’ve desperately tried to edge for the past five minutes about to hit its breaking point.

“It’s not fun when I don’t let you cum, hmm?” Michael takes a hand off of your hip, using it to grip your throat and cock back your head instead so he has a grasp over your throat. “But here you are edging yourself. Cum.”

“Make me!” You groan back defiantly, feeling Michael’s cock beckon for an orgasm against your G-spot repeatedly.

“Fuck,” you hear Michael hiss under his breath as he gives the sides of your throat a firm squeeze, glancing down and seeing your pussy dripping with wetness over his soaked shaft. “’Atta girl…”

A velvety moan escapes Michael’s mouth, ringing out in your ear which only intensifies your arousal and causes your knees to quiver from weakness.

With a lazy grin spread over your lips and the sounds of skin slapping against skin, you eagerly take every inch of Michael and let him completely dominate you on the balcony—ignoring any risk of being caught or heard.

“Yes, yes, yes, ah yes…” Michael moans against your skin, pressing his body against yours. “Come here, come here.”

Fucked into a blubbering mess, you glance back at him and whine out for more. “Harder, baby. Harder, harder! Fuck me! Make me yours!”

“You wanna be fucked like this, huh?” Michael gives your face a squeeze, pressing his forehead against yours. “Like that? Hmm?” He bucks his hips roughly against yours as you squeal out. “Like a little whore? You want me to use your pussy like this?”

Lost within the indulgence of your own pleasure, you roll your eyes back and clench your hands against the railing tightly enough so that your knuckles strain white—desperately wanting to be fucked over and over, rougher than the last.

“Yes, yes!” You nod back, attempting to catch your breath. “I love it, I want it! YES!”

[corey-cumminghams-malewife]

🌹post-michael corey cunningham 18+ alphabet🌹

corey cunningham x gn reader

minors dni

my first piece on tumblr. thought i'd start with one of my top 5 slashers i'm thirsty for.

🍆🍆🍆

a (aftercare)

♡ very attentive

♡ will clean both of you up with a washcloth that's been soaked in warm water

♡ will kiss your forehead and cheek in a soft possessive manner

♡ will bring both of you a small glass of choccy milk before cuddling

b (their favorite body part of theirs and yours)

♡ he loves his hands

♡ there's so much he can do with those large hands of his

♡ fix, create, build, kill, caress, bring pleasure, dominate

♡ the list is endless

♡ his favorite body part on you is your eyes

♡ they convey so much to him when words fail

♡ they show him adoration, love, care, sympathy, empathy, desire, pain, excitement, happiness, vulnerability, submissiveness

♡ he can stare into them forever

c (anything to do with cum)

♡ has to come inside you every time

♡ doesn't care whether its in your mouth or your hole/s

♡ refuses to see his cum lay against the bedding or drying on your skin

♡ must be down your throat or deep inside of you

♡ will push the cum back into your hole/s if it leaks out

♡ if he's feeling particularly depraved he'll eat his own cum out of you

♡ creampies. that is all

d (dirty secret)

♡ his bottom drawer of his dresser is full of underwear that he stole from you

♡ has pieces even from his pre-michael days

♡ lays on his bed with the garments covering his face and jacks himself off while inhaling your scent

♡ will also use your underwear as a cumsock

♡ if he's a switch (post-michael not a sub) will also furiously masturbate with your underwear shoved up his ass

e (how experienced are they)

♡ not very experienced

♡ only fooled around with maybe two people in highschool before sharing a night or two with allyson

♡ pre-michael he was very eager to learn all what allyson and then you could show him

♡ post-michael he knows what he wants and what he wants to experiment with

♡ will not hesitate to try something new with you or to take the lead in the bedroom

♡ the shyness has left him

f (favorite position)

♡ mating press and doggy

♡ wants to be as deep inside of you as possible

g (are they goofy or serious in the moment)

♡ serious for the most part

♡ corey is obsessed and extremely possessive over you

♡ sex is one of the most important and prominent ways he can take ownership of you and join with you in a near spiritual way

♡ so lightheartedness and being goofy in the bedroom is not high on the agenda

h (how well groomed are they)

♡ leaves himself natural aside from some minor trimming maintenance

i (intimacy, how are they during the moment)

♡ corey is overwhelmingly intense and passionate during sex

♡ he doesn't take sex with you lightly and it shows

♡ other times he is brutally rough and dominating. animalistic even.

♡ you are left with hickeys, bite marks, bruises, scratch marks and aches

j (jacking off, their views on masturbation)

♡ corey is always lusting after you

♡ so if you can't see each other for a while he has no qualms about jacking off to thoughts, photos and even videos of you. let's also not forget about your underwear.

k (one or more kinks)

♡ corey has quite a few kinks

♡ breeding, somnophilia, bdsm, ddlg/b, knife play, blood play, public sex, fisting, choking you, sounding, dacryphilia, c&b torture, praise and degradation and a few more he's yet to express to you

l (favorite locations to do it)

♡ the bed

♡ shower

♡ kitchen counter

♡ movie theatre

♡ you bent over his motorcycle whether in his garage at home or at the auto shop

m (motivation, what gets them going)

♡ just the mere initial sight of you os enough for corey to be straining in his jeans

♡ when your clothes pull taut across your ass, groin or chest

♡ when you bend for something at just the right angle

♡ corey loses his mind when you whisper in his ear or give him the mischievous eyes and devious smirk

♡ when you show him your undivided attention and lots of affection

n (no! something they wouldn't do)

♡ corey's pretty damn depraved but he won't do bathroom stuff

♡ will not share you with anyone... unless its michael (yes, peepaw's still alive!!! i refuse to aknowledge the ending of halloween ends)

♡ will not be a sub. pre-michael corey would of most likely been quite subby but post-michael corey is not. at most he'll be a switch on occasion

o (oral, preferences in giving or receiving)

♡ enjoys both equally

♡ really enjoys a nice bj

♡ but will go absolutely feral when given the chance to skullfuck you

♡ loves hearing your moans and tasting your essence when he sucks you off/eats you out

♡ enjoys rim jobs too

p (fast and rough or slow and sensual)

♡ it depends on his moods or simply his whims

♡ whether pounding into you at a brutal unforgiving pace or taking it slow and making soft love, corey enjoys both. there's no one or the other

q (their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc)

♡ enjoys a good quickie

♡ when time is short for you both to be in one another's company, a quickie is more than enough to tide corey over until he can get his hands on you for hours at an end

♡ loves the thrill of a quickie in his house with his mom slinking around, at the auto shop during a work day or even in the movie theatre

r (risks, are they game to experiment? take risks etc)

♡ big risk taker

�� loves to see how far he can push your body over the pleasure and pain threshold

♡ enjoys experimenting in bringing both you and himself pleasure through trying out various things he's seen on the net

♡ loves when you jack him off while riding his motorcyle

s (stamina, how many rounds can they go for? how long do they usually last?)

♡ has a shitload more stamina since he started to religiously work out everyday to keep him fighting (killing) fit

♡ he seems to be able to pound away into you over and over again until your sobbing from overstimulation and exhaustion

♡ he can last a good 3 to 5 rounds

t (toys, do they own toys? do they use them?)

♡ yes!

♡ corey has purchased many toys for you and him

♡ he likes vibrators, vibrating dildos, vibrating cock rings.

♡ loves using the hitachi magic wand on you and if he's in a dark mood he'll shove it up your hole too

♡ dildos and anal plugs of various and increasing sizes

u (unfair, how much do they like to tease)

♡ corey's not much of a teaser

♡ the only time he'll like to tease is when you've been particularly bratty or difficult on that day

v (volume, how loud are they? what noises do they make?)

♡ corey's a moaner and quite vocal

♡ he's not high pitched though

♡ his moans are low and throaty

♡ will praise, degrade, whisper words of possession and babble nonsense too

♡ will whimper, groan and grunt some too

♡ if you're being very vocal during a particlar time in the act, Corey will let his inhibitions free and join you. this will of course make the room sound like a porno is being shot inside

w (wildcard, randon headcanon)

♡ wants to have a threesome with michael

x (x-ray, what's going on in their pants?)

♡ corey's a good 7.5inches when fully erect

♡ like the rest of him, his cock is thick and beefy

♡ it curves upwards a little at the top

♡ he is uncut

♡ has a few veins here and there

♡ he has a bulbous mushroom head

♡ large heavy testicles

y (yearning, how high is their sex drive?)

♡ fairly high

♡ his sex drive was about average before meeting you

♡ but after meeting and getting involved with you and post-michael? he finds lust (not just bloodlust) dominates his body and thoughts more often than not

z (how fast do they fall asleep afterwards?)

♡ typically corey is a deep and overthinker so he will likely stay awake for some time after with many different thoughts running through his mind

♡ if its been a hot summer's day and the auto shop has been especially busy then he'll find himself drifting to sleep much quicker afterwards than he normally would

♡ the same could be said after he's had a successful kill/s on that night

♡ he'll fall asleep faster then. sated and content, having fed both his sexual lust and bloodlust

hope this was satisfactory as i enjoyed writing it ❤

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

Michael G. Strain (R-LA) Agriculturer  

[grimoire-catechumen]

The Secret of Secrets: A Ring of the Sun for an Oracle; Pt. 2

The day has come and gone and the creation of the ring was made. In this post, I will walk you through the process of its generation, discussing problems encountered, solutions, and thoughts for similar future endeavors.

Prior to the day a ginger tincture was made on Sunday during the first solar hour by blending 17 g of fresh ginger with 85 mLs of 80 proof vodka at a 1:5 ratio and left to sit for 5 weeks. The Sunday before this ritual, the tincture was strained and bottled.

An hour before, I performed a purification ritual similar to the ones described in various grimoires, confessed, and renewed my spirit with God through prayer. On the hour, I lit the white candle, performed the exorcism of fire, and lit the charcoal before adding the incense. I also wiped the space I would be working at in Holy Water.

Petitioning the Lord and St. Michael for their assistance in this work, I began. The yellow cardstock was cut and "engraved" with the sigil of the Angel (Michael) and sigil of the Sun. The Secret of Secrets includes the North Node, which I followed. The paper was incensed and placed into the ginger tincture and left to soak for a time.

To my relief, the alcohol did not affect the ink, which retained its integrity through the process. I allowed the excess alcohol to evaporate before wrapping both in gold leaf paper, which was also obtained on a Sunday during a solar hour. It was covered beautifully at first and I allowed it to dry the rest of the way.

However, as I tried to shape it into a ring shape, the gold leaf foil came off until the paper was bare. For future cases, I would recommend using a sheer glue on the dried paper for better adhesion. Alsas, I did not have glue with me so I began again. Following the same steps as before, I crinkled gold leaf into the ginger tincture and submerged the paper for a time.

Upon removal, I let it dry naturally, resulting in a paper with gold flakes on it. While it is not what I envisioned, the ring retains the correspondence the gold leaf was meant to bring.

Creating the ring, I glued the pieces together using hot glue and added dried ginger in the middle as the grimoire instructs to "conceal a solar plant beneath the stone."

As stated previously, I intend to test the ring at a later date. Until then, it will reside by St. Micahel the Archangel's candle where daily prayers are given. Before use, I will consecrate it and dedicate it to receiving information from the Most High and from his spirits through whom he speaks. After its consecration, the ring will no longer be shown as it is sacred.

Thank you for following along in the process - pt. 3 will come soon.

You can find pt. 1 of this process here.

[idvoteforthatdaddy]

Michael G. Strain (R-LA) Agriculturer  

[whumpinggrounds]

Nothing to Hide

CW: General BBU warning, invasion of privacy, secrets revealed for @febuwhump

Madigan broaches the subject over their morning bowl of cereal. Their stomach is so sick with nerves that they’ve hardly touched their Frosted Flakes, and they know the hunger is making everything worse. Across the table, Michael is eating, chatting obliviously about the day ahead, homework and classes and a potential trip to the library. So far, Madigan has smiled and nodded their way through the conversation, but now there’s a silence, a pause, and Madigan can’t wait any longer. Steeling themselves, gripping their own thighs too hard under the table, they force the words out of their mouth.

“M-Michael?”

Their owner looks up, smile wide and toothy. For a moment, Madigan smiles back, their nerves swept aside by the force of Michael’s easy fondness. “Yeah? What’s up?”

“Could…could you maybe…maybe buy more protein shakes for me?”

Exactly as Madigan had feared, Michael sits back in his chair, frowning. It’s not an angry frown, more of a thoughtful one, but Madigan still swallows hard, seeing it. The twisting in their stomach is only getting worse.

Seeing the strain on their face, Michael’s eyes soften. He reaches across the table for Madigan’s hand, and there’s safety in the reassuring squeeze. “Bud, we have a lot of food here, you know? You don’t have to drink those nasty things anymore.”

“I…I know.”

“I mean, I honestly can’t believe you went through them that quickly.”

That’s because Madigan is careful to only retrieve them from the fridge in the dead of night.

“They’re gross, Mads.”

It’s not like Madigan has ever had cause to notice the taste, but they keep quiet about that. Their hands are fretting nervously in their lap, and they flush because they can see Michael seeing it. “I, I’m sorry, sir, I just-”

“Hey.” Michael keeps his voice low and soothing. It doesn’t make Madigan feel soothed. “Hey, you don’t need to apologize, and you don’t need to call me sir. Do you not like the food around here? Because I can always buy you whatever else it is you want.”

“N-no!” The idea horrifies Madigan, that they’re rejecting Michael’s shared food, his far too generous sharing of food. “No, it’s not that, it’s, it’s not that, it’s…”

Slowly, unwillingly, Madigan’s hand drifts downward. He tugs his hand from Michael’s, until both rest on the hem of their soft blue t-shirt. They don’t want to explain themselves. They don’t want to tell. They really, really don’t want to share this with their owner, and they tell themselves it’s only because the conversation will be exhausting, and they’re afraid that Michael will feel inconvenienced. Those are the only things this reluctance could be about.

It’s not about privacy. It’s not about wanting to keep something from Michael. There’s nothing they can keep from Michael. He owns them.

Still, instead of pushing the words through their trembling lips, Madigan just lifts the edge of their shirt to answer Michael’s confusion. They tell themselves it’s faster that way. It’s not that they can’t bring themselves to say the words.

“Oh-oh my god, Madigan. What is that? Does it hurt?”

A tiny smile cracks Madigan’s face. The phantom urge to roll their eyes flits by, unbidden. “It’s a feeding tube, Michael. It doesn’t hurt at all.”

“What…why…how long have you had that thing in you?”

Michael’s face is a mask of horrified fascination, and now the smile drops off Madigan’s lips. They lower their shirt, keeping their hands on the hem, holding it down. Michael’s eyes remain fixed on the place under their shirt where the G-tube interrupts their smooth brown belly. They try not to resent him for that.

“I’ve had it…as long as I can remember.” That, at least, is true. Madigan shrugs. “It…it isn’t a big deal to me. But I need the protein shakes…I need the extra, the extra nutrition. I can’t, um, only eat by mouth, it doesn’t…it doesn’t, um, work.”

There was a time, Madigan thinks, where if they wanted, they could’ve explained it. They didn’t always want to, but they at least understood what was going on, the imperfect mechanism of their own body. Now, all they know is that they’re weaker than they should be, slower than they should be, and that their handler told them, with irritation and massive disdain, that they really shouldn’t expect their owner to deal with this kind of shit.

Face full of misguided compassion, Michael reaches across the table. He’s clearly looking for Madigan’s hand again, and after a moment’s hesitation, Madigan gives it to him. “I’m so sorry I didn’t know. I’m glad you told me. We’re going to figure this out together.” The words make Madigan wince, but they keep their face placid. “Don’t worry, Mads. I’ll help you through this.”

Figure this out? Get through this? And Madigan hadn’t asked for help – just the shakes that they can’t order, the supplements that they well know how to use. Lip trembling, they try one more time, pretending that maybe, maybe Michael can understand.

“I, I don’t need help, it’s really okay. I just need the shakes, I can…I can do everything else on my own.”

“Aw, buddy.” Michael squeezes Madigan’s hand, the perfect pitying picture of good intentions. “But you don’t have to. I’ll be right here, every step of the way.”

Letting their gaze drop to the way their t-shirt falls over their stomach, perfectly disguising what’s underneath, Madigan forces themselves to nod.

There, with them, involving himself, every step of the way.

That’s exactly what they were afraid of.

[glowing-disciple]

Reading List - 2023

Books Read:

Abbot & Barley: A Perfect Place by Silvia Vecchini

Abnormal Occurrences by Thomas Berger

Abstract Expressionism For Beginners by Richard Klin

Adulthood is a Myth by Sarah Andersen

The Adventures of Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain

The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton

Animal Farm by George Orwell

Art Styles for Kids by Various Authors

Avalanche! by Arthur Roth

Beginning x64 Assembly Programming by Jo Van Hoey

Bronze Age Swamp Thing Vol. 1

Bronze Age Swamp Thing Vol. 2

Bronze Age Swamp Thing Vol. 3

The Color of Magic by Terry Pratchett

Coraline by Neil Gaiman

Dada & Surrealism for Beginners by Elsa Bethanis

DCeased

DCeased: Dead Planet

DCeased: Hope at World's End

DCeased: Unkillables

DCeased: War of the Undead Gods

Dispatches from a Public Librarian by Scott Doulgas

Doom Patrol by John Byrne

The Five Solas of the Reformation by Andy McIlree

Fowl Language: The Struggle is Real by Brian Gordon

Fowl Language: Welcome to Parenting by Brian Gordon

Fowl Language: Winging It by Brian Gordon

The Great Divorce by C. S. Lewis

Hatchet by Gary Paulsen

The History of the Church by Eusebius Eusebius

The Horse and His Boy by C. S. Lewis

How do you go to the Bathroom in Space? by William R. Pogue

Introducing Op Art by John Lancaster

The Last Battle by C. S. Lewis

Letters from Father Christmas by J. R. R. Tolkien

The Light Fantastic by Terry Pratchett

The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis

Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder

Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder

The Magician's Nephew by C. S. Lewis

The Martian by Andy Weir

Op Art by Cyril Barrett

Plankton by John Wood

Pond Water Zoo by H. Peter Loewer

Prince Caspian by C. S. Lewis

Psychedelic: Optical and Visionary Art Since the 1960s by David S. Rubin

The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis

The Silver Chair by C. S. Lewis

Surrealism by Natalia Brodskaya

Swamp Thing: Tales from the Bayou

Tranny by Laura Jane Grace

Teilhardism and the New Religion by Wolfgang Smith

Venomous by Christie Wilcox

The Voyage of the Dawn Treader by C. S. Lewis

The Whipping Boy by Sid Fleischman

Why Can the Dead Do Such Great Things? by Robert Bartlett

The Wonderful Wizard of Oz by L. Frank Baum

Year's Best Fantasy by David G. Hartwell