Mike Schmidt Is A Total Munch

mike schmidt is a total munch

he would eat you out on his desk at freddy's until your legs are shaking. when abby isn't at home and the two of you are going to have sex, he basically always has to have his dinner beforehand. and by dinner I mean your pussy. you would practically have to pull/push him off of your pussy to get him to stop. like that one video of the dude picking the kitten up from drinking milk. i can't find it but you guys know the one I'm taking about? yeah. that's literally him. he loves being between your thighs. and he loves it when you sit on his face. like you'll ask him if he's okay and he'll just respond with a thumbs-up because he is so invested in eating you out. he'd be okay with dying underneath you/between your thighs. he'd be honored

When the Lone Wanderer vanished, they didn’t die or anything like that. THEY JUST WANTED SOME FUCKING PEACE. GODDAMN HOMEBITCH HAS BEEN THROUGH ENOUGH LET THEM RELAX AND CUDDLE WITH THEIR GREASER BOYFRIEND ALRIGHT? LET THEM DRINK TEA IN PEACE WITH THEIR BRAINWASHED SLAVE FRIENDS. LET THEM PLAY FETCH WITH THEIR DOG. HAVE TIME TO RELAX, GRIEVE, GET OVER THE SHOCK OF EVERYTHING. I’M LOOKING AT YOU THREE DOG.

werewolf steve harrington core

….mating press w a werewolf while he mumbles “get pregnant” over and over🥲🥲🥲🥲

anon you can't say these things to meeeeeeeeee



fucking- alright. Imagine being a cute little human with no fucking clue about the volatile breeding kink your werewolf boyfriend has. anything domestic you do has him hard as a rock. you're just trying to do dishes and all he can think about is making you his cute little house spouse, full of his puppies.

He's obsessed with wolf-courting rituals. his home is always cozy but maybe just a bit too big for two people, hint hint. he spoils you with expensive gifts and tons and tons of food. As much as he loves seeing you do domestic things he also loves showing off how good he can be around the house. He would be such a good husband! He would be such a good father! So hurry up and ditch the birth control already-

God help you if you mention anything about wanting to get married or have kids he will take that as an open invitation to knock you up. he can smell when you're ovulating and he basically doesn't let you leave the bed, he's so busy pounding you full of his cum. he calls you his "bitch in heat" while he does it too.

Really though I like to imagine his breeding kink really only comes out in the middle of sex. you think you're just having a romantic night but then he's got your ankles over his shoulders and he's moaning about how he's going to knock you up.

" 'm gonna cum in this sweet pussy and make you a mommy. you'll take it, right? Be a good bitch and take it all for me-"

and of course, as he fucks himself deeper into you he can't help but moan "get pregnant" over and over again. you can't really tell if he's talking to himself or commanding you to get pregnant already, and with the way he's bullying his thick cock into you, you don't have the mental energy to do anything but moan- let alone ask for clarification.

He knots you. Of course. As if it's even a question. He loves watching your stomach bloat with his cum and there's just so much of it, some of it can't help but slip out around the base of his knot. all the more reason to fuck it back into you.

If for whatever reason he couldn't knot you, he'd make you wear a plug, to keep his seed inside of you when you go to work or are out of the house. he likes that it makes you smell like him. he likes knowing that you're full of him even when you two are apart.

farmer boys are the best boys because they’re usually big and beefy and strong and their hearts are fat just like their cocks are

mask kink goes crazy

honestly who doesn't love boobs. not to be gay or anything but i'm not better than a man if I see a pretty girl (or a girl in general) and there's a little bit of boob showing. not to be gay or anything though

no eddie really is a boob guy. like he loves ur tits so much. he says they’re his best friends and he talks to them all the time and you’ve learned to just ignore him as he has “girl talk with his girls” (as he refers).

the first time he saw your tits, you were straddling him on your couch and he went blank for a moment as his fingers dug into your hips before smoothing up your sides to grasp at your chest, squeezing the warm flesh and brushing his thumbs over your nipples. “oh…oh yeah…we’re gonna be really good friends.” at the time, you didn’t know he was actually talking to your tits and not you.

when he’s had a long day he drapes himself over you and mumbles into your shirt covered chest, “can i talk to the girls? i miss them.” and when u nod and he wiggles his way under your shirt, you nearly roll your eyes at his dramatic sigh. “hi babies, did you miss me? i missed you. you look great today, i’m loving this color on you.”

you smile to yourself as you listen to him go back and forth with himself. “what’s that? god, i know, you must hate being in this restricting cage, one moment i’ll talk to her.”

his head pops up from under your shirt and your eyebrows raise in indication that you’re listening. “they want out the bra babe. said they’re feeling claustrophobic in there.” “did they?” “mhm.” “mm, well tell them i apologize, they can come out.”

he winks and then he’s gone again. “good news girls, you’re free!”