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[mikonez]

linoed michael!!!!!

i might just do something silly and print this on my shirt who knows

[ashwhowrites]

Christmas smutish blurb!

Merry Christmas to my own filthy animals. Here's a small bratty Eddie to get you wet and warm for the holidays 🫶🏻🩷

Collar, leash,....a pillow?

Eddie loved Christmas morning because of the way Y/N celebrated it. As he grew up, there wasn't ever a tree, no gifts, and no Santa blessing his family as they shivered in the snow. Once he and Y/N got their place, she brought Christmas to him.

He wore his Santa hat and sweatpants as he waited on the couch for Y/N to bring his gift over. His eyes locked on her as she walked into the room. She wore a sexy lingerie Santa-styled nightgown. Red stockings made him drool.

"For a very good boy on Christmas." She said, her lips pecked his as she set the box in his lap.

"Thank you, Mommy." He smiled, tearing into the box. He felt his cock twitch as he took out a black collar, a tiny heart dangled. Then a leash and underneath that was a pillow.

Eddie looked at her confused, he knew what the collar and leash were, but a pillow? But she didn't say a word. She simply grabbed the collar from his hands and placed it on his neck.

Eddie whimpered as she tightened it around his neck, his cock already rock hard as he watched for her next move. She attached the leash and carefully gave it a tug, Eddie's body jerked forward. She yanked him right into her and her warm lips captured over his. Eddie gladly kissed back, his hands sliding up her smooth thighs.

She pulled away and stood up. She pointed to the floor and Eddie followed her direction. His knees were on the soft carpet as he looked up at her.

"Good boy. Follow Mommy." She directed, she grabbed the pillow and began to walk. Eddie crawled behind her as she led them to the bedroom. Eddie tried to hold in his whimpers as he could easily see up her dress. Her bare cunt had him drooling and wishing he could shove his nose right between her thighs to inhale her scent.

"On the bed, handsome." Eddie shivered at her direct but soft tone. He happily listened, she nodded towards his sweatpants, and he kicked them off immediately. Left in his boxers, Santa hat, and collar. She threw the pillow in front of him, a smirk on her face.

She sat next to him on the bed, gently taking his cock out of his boxers. Her warm hands gently wrapped around his cock, and he shivered as she gently jerked him off.

"Gonna be a good boy for Mommy?" She teased, her lips dangerously close to his mouth, he so badly wanted to press his lips against hers.

"Always, Mommy." He whimpered.

"Fuck the pillow." Her hand was gone as the words made their way into Eddie's head. Eddie felt a blush on his cheeks as he tucked the pillow right under his pulsing red cock.

He locked his eyes with hers as he slowly rubbed his cock against the pillow. She twirled the leash in her hands as she stared right into his eyes.

He loved the way her eyes drank him in. The slight opening in her mouth as she breathed. He felt pride as she clenched her thighs, making him rub against the pillow faster. If she wanted a show, he'd be the best boy for her and give her the best show.

He whined and whimpered. He threw his head back, yanking himself backward to feel the slight tightness of the collar cutting off his air. She got the hint and yanked him forward again. His head and hips jolted forward, the tip of his cock rubbing against the pillow perfectly.

He kept his eyes on her, taking in every detail. The way she stood confidently, full of control and demand.

"Feels so good, Mommy." He moaned, his hands moving up his bare chest. His fingers played with his nipples as he rubbed faster against the pillow. Y/N was in awe as she watched his stomach tighten, the trail of his hair down to his curly pubic hair, and the way his cock leaked with precum. Little spots on the pillow, steins she'll forever keep.

"Good, be a good boy and cum all over the pillow. Do it for Mommy." She encouraged. A dark look over her eyes. "Then mommy's next."

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[random-imagines-blog]

Imagine watching old movies with Michael Fassbender.

“You know what, when you said old movies, I was thinking like ... the eighties,” You said, seeing the collection that Michael had turned up with for the night. Modern Times, Singin’ in the Rain, A Streetcare Named Desire... and here, your own contribution was The Three Stooges.

You were definitely tucking that DVD under a pillow now, feeling a little embarrassed that you had missed the brief. But Michael didn’t seem to mind, he loved to show you new things, even if they were old new things.

“If you think this is funny,” He said, pulling out the Three Stooges like rabbit from a hat, “Then you’re going to love this.”

He put Modern Times into your DVD player, and got settled on the couch next to you, arm around your shoulders and a beer in one hand. These little movie nights of yours were your favorite - a way to spend time together without having to deal with the paparazzi or fans asking for photos all throughout your dates.

And to the surprise of no one at all, you loved the movie, laughing along with Charlie Chaplin, and most importantly Michael. That shark-like grin was your absolute favorite, and you were more focused on that than on the film. Once it was over, you pressed a kiss to that stubbled cheek. “Good choice, love,” You said. He looked over at you, that same grin. “But now I really want to see you recreate those dancing scenes. Have you drunk enough?”

“Not nearly,” Michael groaned, but knew he’d give into you anyway.

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[cherry-cola-on-ice]

Chance of storms on Tuesday night

When a storm rolls in, who else can you turn to?

*Places another Michaelfic at the feet of @brandnewhuman * My lord, I hope this pleases you. May you bless our gremlin bounty.

AN: totally had a tornado siren go off while in Kansas. Turns out that it was testing day. I nearly shat myself

After your fight with Michael Myers, you didn't know what to do with yourself.

Having been in a relationship with the Shape of Haddonfield this long, you understand that things with him didn't always go the normal relationships would. He had isolated, left alone in his cell with nothing but his boiling anger. He couldn't understand the intricacies of romance.

He began distancing himself.

Of course, Michael, being the human reincarnation of a cat, had always been a little bit more on the reclusive side. Even with you. You understood that when you got into this. Very early on, you had learned to comfort yourself, more or less.

But he'd never been this distant.

Even in the beginning of this relationship, there was always Michael's version of intimacy. Small gestures to show you he cared. Head pats, random stolen kisses, little rocks and stones he'd find that reminded him of your eyes.

CRACK

You jumped in your seat, hands darting up to your ears. A whimper escaped your throat, you body shaking as you cowered in the corner of the bathroom. Ever since you were little, storms scared you. While you loved the rain, everything else else that came with it-

BOOM

You hated that.

Curling up on the floor, you let out a broken sob. No matter how hard you pressed your hands against your ears, you could not block out the sound. It ran through your body and rattled your bones.

Where's Michael when you needed him?

Who knows? Probably off committing crimes of some sort. He loved a good rainy crime, made it much more dramatic.

CRACK

The bathroom door flew open, slamming against the wall. You shrieked, sitting up and pushing yourself into the corner. It took a second for your bleary eyes and your fear-stricken mind to understand what you were seeing.

There stood Michael, soaking wet in coveralls. His chest heaving with each breath. He lifted his hand, tearing his mask off, throwing it down to the floor. His eyes met yours, a light shimmer of tears in his.

BOOM

You flung yourself forward, Michael catching you in his arms. He sunk down, knees hitting the linoleum below. You sobbed into his chest, your hands gripping the fabric "I was so scared!"

Michael's hands ran up and down your back. He gathered you in his arms, picking you up from the floor. Walking down the hall, he brought you to your bedroom, setting you down on the bed. As he turned to walk away, you gasped "P-Please don't leave me alone. "

Michael stopped, turning to look at you. You reached out your hands towards him "I know we fought, and I'm sorry for what I said."

Michael walked over to the bed, standing in front of you. His hands reached up, cradling your face, thumbs wiping away stray tears. You leaned into his touch "I love you, Michael. So much. And I'm sorry for not understanding."

You placed your head against his chest, arms wrapping around his neck "You've seen so much terrible things, so much unhealthy ideas of love. What it means to love. And to be loved. "

Michael moved your tired body, lying you down on the bed. He moved the covers over you, snuggling up against you. His voice was soft when he told you he loved you too.

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[fictionalabyss]

Shunned.

Pairing : Michael, Lucifer, Chuck.

Word count : 126

Warning : Mention of an instance in the bible (Death of first born sons)

As he returned to heaven, he sighed. Moving up the hall, everyone moved away from him, and his blood stained clothes and wings.

He walked into a room to give his report, and everyone looked at him with disgust. “It was a direct order.” He defended, not that he had been thrilled with the order. “Would you dare disobey it?”

Averting their eyes, anyone who could, moved past him, giving him as much space as they could.

“Did you have fun, big brother?” Lucifer grinned from where he leaned against a wall.

Clenching his jaw, Michael waited, and glared at the man behind the desk, with his small scribe beside him.

“Did you really need to send me to kill all the first born sons?”

“Yes.”

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