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good girl. ♡ 🩰🤍

𝜗𝜚. very unrealistic! michael myers x fem! reader. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

You really cherish these moments with him-- the moments where he's considerate and gentle. They don't come often and nine-times-out-of-ten, he just shoves his dick inside you and then fucks you like a bitch in heat until you pass out. But these moments are something else. It's like he actually has feelings for you and that's what you truly want to be believe, but come on. It's Michael we're talking about.

"Good girl, honey, doin' so good." He grunts, moving his hand down to rub your clit as he continues to move in-and-out. He makes sure he doesn't purposefully hit your cervix, his shaft stretching you out completely even after how many times he's bent you over and made you take it. He's bigger then any toy you've ever had inside you and it took months to get used to that fact. You were a virgin when you met him, so that sudden leap from a five-inch silicone dildo to a near nine-inch fat cock shook you to your core.

You slowly get used to his dick being inside you, your slick pussy making it easier for him to move and when he sees your face contorted in pleasure, he picks up the pace. His hands start to grip your thighs, spreading your legs open further as he moves faster, your cum-stuffed hole sucking him back in every time.

"Just a little more, sweet girl. Just-- just a little more, okay?" He reassures, kissing your lips gently as he feels his orgasm reaching him. He gives you one last powerful thrust before emptying his balls inside of you, eager to pull out and see his cum pour from your wrecked pussy. So, that's what he does, retracting his cock from your hole and instinctively running his fingertips across your folds, stuffing his fingers inside you to stop the semen from leaking out onto the bed sheets.

He smiles gently, tucking his cock back inside his boxers and placing one last kiss on your pussy before looking back at you, whispering sweet words as he strokes your hair. "You did so good, honey. So good for me, you know that?" He chuckles, patting your cheek before retreating to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

The end!

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backshots. ♡ 🌷🦴

𝜗𝜚. masked! michael myers x fem! reader. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

( warning ;; another straight-forward, word porn fic! im still very new to writing and i promise to switch my works up later on/add more plot when i get new ideas or requests from you guys! enjoy it, lovelies! )

There's no feeling in the world that can compare to being pounded from behind by a six-foot-seven meathead of a man, his hand wrapped firmly in your hair as he rams his cock in and out of your pussy. Luckily for you, that's what's happening right now-- One of Michael's hands pulling your soft locks and another gripping your plump asscheek. You jolt forward with each thrust, face inches away from being shoved in a pillow, but his grip on your hair doesn't allow you to, your neck craned to the point where all you can see is the bedframe in front of you and the occasional glimpse of Michael's mask.

He hammers his dick into you over and over again, a rough calloused hand occasionally slapping your ass and you wince every time. It feels damn near close to a paddle with how much force he puts into every hit, a big red handprint forming on your bruised behind. It's evident Michael isn't exactly considerate about your pleasure when you two fuck. That's just who he is. You kind of predicted that when you willingly decided to get into a close relationship with a psychopathic serial-murderer, but the dick is good and you're a braindead slut when it comes to him, so no objections have come from you yet.

You can quite literally feel his mushroom tip continuously punch your cervix and your eyes water each time. It feels amazing, but it hurts like hell. He's completely aware his cock is absolutely gigantic and he still jams it as far as he can. Bottoming out is a must for him and it's one of the only times he'll actually audibly moan out loud. He doesn't make a peep when he gets injured by a victim, whether it be a gunshot or a stab wound, and no offense, but good pussy won't change the fact that he's a crazy, silent bastard. And trust me, you have very good pussy, so it has to be a Michael thing.

Michael's thrusts seem to quicken out of no where and wails seem to pour out of your mouth quicker than that, you being completely unaware of how well your cunt lips are gripping his cock, your folds holding onto the sides of his shaft with all it's might, as if it would shrivel up and die if a dick wasn't inside it. White cream builds up around your messy hole, streaks of nut juice coloring Michael's pale cock even paler and you can feel it spray on your skin and the linen bedsheets beneath you when he slams his hips against your cute little bum.

Feeling his orgasm approach, he tenses up and his hold on your hair tightens, a squeak escaping your lips when he suddenly plunges deep inside your womb, pumping your belly full of sperm. He pants heavily, unsheathing his dick from inside you and tapping the tip against your ass, wiping off the leftover cum onto your skin and climbing off the bed, leaving you there. The lack of aftercare bothered you at first, but at this point, you can't even gather the energy to overthink it. You already know he'll come back hard and ready to go after a few minutes, so why care?

The end!

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creampie. ♡ 🎀 🐩

𝜗𝜚. michael myers x fem! reader. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

( warning ;; edited! this is literally just straight to the point, full blown word porn. hope you like it! )

His hands grip the back of your thighs as he pounds his cock deep inside your pussy, knees practically above your shoulders and legs flailing in the air. You can feel globs of leftover cum spurting from your sloppy hole with each thrust, unable to stop the loud wails and sobs coming from your pretty little mouth. Drool drips down your cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. You look an inch away from death at this point, but hey, who are you to care when you have a cock the size of a horse's shoved deep inside your guts?

Plap plap plap! His ballsack slaps against your asscheeks whenever he drives his fat dick into your worn out cunt, his grunts and groans barely audible but when you do hear them, you feel your pussy get even slicker than before. It's as if he's a machine-- his hips not stuttering for a second, even after he came inside you again and again. If you could even think, you'd be pretty certain you're pregnant at this point from the amount of jizz he's hammering into your womb.

The air gets knocked out of you when he adjusts his positions and pushes your legs back even further, knees now fully touching the bed sheets beneath you. You have a full view of Michael's face and you can't help but feel a surge of pride flow through you. It took years to get him comfortable enough to take his mask off around you. Before that, he'd fuck you with the mask on. Either way, it ends with you braindead and passed out on the semen-soaked mattress, sticky and sweaty.

You can't talk, you can barely breathe from how hard he keeps thrusting into you. The bed thumps against the wall and you swear you can hear the bed-frame about to split in two. You just lay there and take his dick without a complaint, hair all messy and drenched in sweat. For such a weak little thing, you can really take cock like a pro and even if you couldn't, Michael would still find a way to make you take it.

It doesn't take long before jets of hot sperm paint your insides white and before you know it, you're out like a light. Completely knocked out as soon as you felt his tip hit your spongy cervix. He pulls out of you slowly, a wet pop! reaching Michael's ears, his dick twitching when he sees the gaping hole his cock made. But even him needs a break. When you bust inside your girlfriend five times in a row, anyone's dick would be completely spent. Including his. He's still human!

The end!