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frenchfrywrites · 2 years

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Under the coveralls

MINORS DNI

Warnings: dom top amab gn reader, sub bottom Michael Myers, feminization, breeding kink, lil size kink maybe?

“Where did you get this?” you ask upon unbuttoning Michael Myers’ coveralls.

He’s laying under you, and after a lot of heavy petting and grinding, you both felt the need to see more skin. To your surprise, underneath he’s wearing the nicest black, lacy, lingerie set you’ve ever seen.

No doubt he snatched it out of someone's house, or at least you hope he did that and this didn’t come off a corpse. As an answer, Michael just does that stupid head tilt that tells you absolutely nothing (but, you must admit, he does look adorable when he does it).

You pull the coveralls further apart revealing more of the set. In the back of your mind you take a second to wonder how he must have looked putting them on. You wonder what made him choose this color and set. You’re glad he chose the lingerie that he did, as the bralette cups his scarred chest so perfectly, making it look like he’s got a nice pair of tits. You squeeze his pecs, hearing a soft exhale from behind the mask.

“God, you are so pretty,” you murmur honestly, your excitement to see (and touch) more of him generating a hot, tingly sensation within your loins.

Unbuttoning the coveralls more your cock twitches when you see he’s got a matching pair of panties that are beautifully bulged with his hard cock. You groan softly, running your finger along the length of the dick, finding his tip has made the panties slightly damp already.

“Oh Michael,” you coo, “look at you.” He takes your words literally and does as he’s told, looking down to where you’re rubbing his tip. “Gonna let me fuck you with these on?” you ask, and he nods in a way that could only be described as excited for him.

“Okay, let me go get the lube, can you get your coveralls off for me?” it pains you to pull yourself from him but you swiftly get off the bed, grabbing the lube and hastily removing your clothes.

When you return you make yourself comfortable between his now nude spread legs, setting the lube next to him. Michael reaches out, touching your arm. He’s developed a little code- it took you a little bit to figure it out- but you know what that means.

“Good girl,” you praise, delighting in the way that he very quietly moans and leans back against the pillows. “Yeah, good girl, you just lay back and let me take care of you tonight, how’s that sound?” Michael signs good which is one of the few, but very helpful, signed words he’s learned.

Taking your time you run your hands along his chest again, paying special attention to his nipples. You squeeze and tug on them through the fabric of the lingerie, then cup his chest. “You’ve got the prettiest tits I’ve ever seen, y’know that, right baby?” Michael shudders under you, arching into your touch. You lean down to kiss the skin of his that’s exposed, still groping him over the fabric of the bralette.

“I gotta see if you’ve got a pretty pussy to match,” you grin up at him, biting into the meat of his chest. Michael makes a muffled noise under his mask, his hands coming from where they’d been fisting the sheets to grab at your arms. Clearly, he likes the sound of that.

You kiss your way down his muscled body, nipping every so often. Once you reach his panties you pull the hem down just enough to give his sticky tip a kiss, then cover his cock back up and back off. Michael jerks his hips up, desperate for more attention on his dick.

Ignoring him, you pull the panties to the side, only enough to reveal his hole to you. Letting out an appreciative moan, you trace his rim and feel him twitch under you.

“Such a pretty cunt,” you praise, fumbling around for the lube while still mesmerized by his hole. You coat your fingers and press them against his entrance, relishing in the way he jolts at how cold they are with the lube. “Sorry,” you say, not feeling sorry at all. And Michael knows it.

Before he can do anything to get back at you, you press your fingers into him. Michael gasps softly behind his mask, squeezing involuntarily around you. Slowly, you inch your fingers into him, stretching them open and closed to get him ready to take you.

“You’re so tight,” you hum, leaning in to kiss and nuzzle his exposed chest. He’s so quiet you feel it more than you hear the soft groan that comes from him when you curl your fingers up towards his bladder. “Not sure if you’ll be able to take all of me,” you tease, “might only be able to stick my tip in.”

Michael grunts angrily, reaching out to grab your arm in a nearly bone crushingly tight grip. You laugh off his outburst,

“I’m only kidding Mikey,” you coo, and his grip loosens by a fraction. “I don’t think I could manage just fucking you with my tip,” you confess, sliding your fingers out slowly, because he’s more than ready. “Your pussy feels so good I can’t help but wanna feel you all around my cock,” you kiss his chest. Michael’s cock twitches in his panties, but if you weren’t looking you’d miss it.

“Condom, or-” Michael cuts you off, shaking his head swiftly. At this point the condom only serves as a method of easy clean up, because you’ve been tested and Michael has only ever had sex with you.

With how needy you both are you don’t waste time lubing yourself up.

You readjust just a bit, moving Michael by his hips- causing him to squirm and pant at being manhandled around. Holding him steady by his hip with one hand, you pull his panties further to the side so you can rub your tip against his hole.

Michael wraps his arms around your neck, a subtle signal that he’s ready. You lean down to kiss the cheek of his mask before you press yourself into him.

There’s a little resistance, because Michael has a tendency to get excited and clench up, but he soon relaxes. In little to no time you’re able to thrust yourself fully into him. He lets out a muffled, choked moan, tightening his hold on you.

Knowing exactly what he needs and wants you jump right into fucking him at a quick pace. “Ungh, you look so pretty baby girl,” you ramble to yourself, letting one of your hands come down to squeeze his dick that's confined within the panties, “the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Michael’s chest rises and falls dramatically as he takes deep wheezing breaths, his hips grinding back against yours every so often.

His legs come around your waist, trying to pull you deeper. He easily becomes frustrated when he doesn’t have you as deep as he’d like, and lets out a loud- the loudest he’s been all night- grunt to express it.

“You want to feel me in your womb huh baby?” he can’t nod fast enough to answer your question. You slow down, “unhook your legs for a second,” you tell him softly. Michael does as he’s told quickly, staring at you curiously from behind his mask. “I want to try a new position,” you tell him, pulling out much to his dismay, and gently pushing his legs forward towards his chest. “Hold onto your legs for me,” again he does as he’s told, wrapping his arms around his legs.

You get him into the position for a mating press, and once again align yourself with his hole. This time when you thrust yourself in Michael lets out a pleased sound. Your thighs rest against his strong ones, and in this position you tower over him.

Within the first few hard, quick thrusts Michael’s cock begins leaking pre, a wet spot forming on his panties.

“Hah, feels better having me like this, yeah?” you ask breathlessly, pounding him into the mattress. Michael lets out a series of soft moans and groans as an answer to your question.

He brings his hands up, shakily signing “good” over and over again. You groan loudly, uncontrollably increasing the pace of your thrusts as your orgasm steadily approaches. The force at which you fuck Michael generates a lewd slapping sound as your balls hit his ass with each thrust.

“My pretty- ungh- fucking girl,” you’re feeling so very close to cumming now, feeling him squeeze and clench around you, “I’m gonna pump you fuh-full’ve my cum,” you tell him, “and- ah- you’re gonna make a mess of your panties,” Michael nods enthusiastically to that.

All it takes for Michael to cum is you leaning down to kiss the exposed skin between both of his pecs. His breath hitching dramatically is the only warning you get before he clenches like a vice around you. You follow soon after, fucking him rabidly through his orgasm and your own.

Your promise is kept as you fuck his hole full of your cum, and Michael completely ruins his panties.

As soon as you’re able to you gently pull out of him, releasing him from the mating press. Indulging yourself, you take a moment to watch your cum seep from his pretty, pink, puffy, ruined hole. It takes a lot of resistance to not lean down and clean him up with your mouth, because Michael is needing your attention elsewhere.

He weakly takes your hands in his, and pulls them to his panties. “Ah,” you exclaim sleepily, “bet these feel gross now, huh?” Michael doesn’t even give you the courtesy of a nod, just tugs on your hands, meaning he wants them off now. Quickly you comply and help him out of them.

You let out a low whistle when his groin is revealed to you. The excess amount that he came makes his soft dick shine in the low light of the room, and again it takes a lot of resistance not to take him right into your mouth to clean him up. Instead you then help him out of his bralette.

“Bath time?” you offer softly. Michael seems to consider this, and then without warning he’s trying to get out of your bed.

You can’t help but laugh when his legs shake and wobble as he attempts to stand. Despite it happening before your very eyes, no one would ever believe you if you said you saw the Haddonfield Boogeyman stumble.

Rushing to his side, you offer yourself as support to him. Michael pushes you away, and you can feel him glaring at you from behind the mask,

“You’re not going to make it on your own princess,” you tell him confidently, “might as well get over yourself and accept my help,” Michael lets out an annoyed huff, but leans into you all the same.

You make it to the bathtub, where Michael sits awkwardly as the water rises. “I’m gonna go get the bed ready,” you tell him quietly, “and maybe clean up along the way, because I’m almost certain my cum leaked out of you on our way here,” you joke. Michael splashes water at you, but you can see his eyes crinkling from behind the mask, telling you he’s grinning.

Getting up to do that, you stop at the doorway and turn back to him. “Hey,” you tell him softly, “you really are the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Michael stares at you for a minute before moving to haul himself out of the tub (seemingly a threat, that he’ll come and get you). Unperturbed you laugh, closing the door behind you and smiling when you hear the water splash as he sits back down a moment later.

As you go about cleaning and readying the bed for sleep, you think about how you hope he was blushing under his mask. You also think quite a lot about how you could fluster him more when he gets back.

#happy halloween here is a lil treat #thank u to gabe for the idea for this fic #it took me ages and ages to write but ofc I had to post it on halloween #spice #sub michael myers #sub slashers #cw feminization

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