#michael audrey myers could hit it for free

[crypticbunnygirl]

Teasing the shape 

Michael Myers x female!brat!reader

Prompts: “You’re gonna regret that” “I’m screwed” “I’m not done with you, you brought this upon yourself” 

This is my first time writing smut, I am open to constructive criticism! just please be nice! :) 

Warnings: rough sex, light bondage, light dom and sub, bites, bruising, darcyphilla (michael loves to see you cry from overstim), slight breeding kink if you squint real hard, overstimulation, size kink, degradation, dumbifaction (like a few words), micheal gets soft with aftercare, Michael does talk a little but only a few lines 

Words: 1.3k 

Somehow, some way, you had convinced Micheal to let you ride him. He never liked being underneath you, unless he initiated it.  But now, you were straddling him, his mask on the floor. His rough hands on your hips.   “C’mon mikey, lemme tie your hands...it’ll be great.” You state. He gives you a sharp glare.  “Come on! Please!! I’ll make you and buy you lots of sweet things!” You say, trying to get him to cave in on letting you tie his hands to the bedpost.  “Fine, don’t make me regret it.” He mutters, his voice raw and deep. Your heart flutters at his voice. You grab the red rope, and make a knot. A few moments later you sit back, biting your lip at how Micheal looks. You feel his eyes practically burning your skin. “I’m going!” You voice, you knew what that look meant, he’s getting impatient. Micheal had helped you with getting ready to take him. You let out a sigh; no matter how many times you and Michael have had sex, it still takes you a while to get used to him, with you riding him, you can take your time. It helped that he was already erect, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank onto his cock. You look into his eyes, you know you need to hurry up. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand. You let out another deep breath as you continued to slowly go down on his cock, you could see he was growing impatient when he slammed his hips up, his cock filling you up. You gasped at the sudden fullness. You start to move slowly, bringing your hips back up and down, your hands supporting you. You moved slowly to be a tease. How could you not pass this opportunity to tease him?? You weren’t going to pass this up. So, you start moving, slowly knowing damn well Micheal will make you regret this, but you don’t care. Your right hand goes down to your clit and starts slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Michael~” You utter.  You know he’s about to snap, the way he’s tugging at the rope. Did you purposefully tie them poorly? Maybe. You continue this slow agonizing pace, for him anyway, you were enjoying this. You continue your motions, feeling pressure build in your abdomen. Micheal was glaring at you. He hated this. He wants you to have your hands tied, with him pounding into you like an animal, and you knew this. This was torture for him, watching you please yourself, with your small hands? Please he could do so much better. He knew what you liked, hell loved in bed. How to get you to cry for him. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, the slow sensual pleasure. Suddenly you hear a snap, you open your eyes, the bed post is broken, Micheal has gotten out of the rope. Fuck. You're screwed. You feel his hands on your hips and he slams you down onto his dick. He switches so he’s on top, you're beneath him, where you should be. He grabs your wrists, takes the rope that he broke out of and ties your hands together.  “You're going to regret teasing me.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted, and Micheal knew this. He starts thrusting into you, his hands holding your hips in place to make sure you can’t move away as he slams into you. One of his hands goes to your clit, going in rough circular motions.  “Michael! Don’t stop!” You mutter, like he planned to. He continues his rough pace until you're squeezing him. “I’m c-cumming!” You stutter, coating his cock in your juices. He continues to fuck you, not slowing. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, he starts biting and sucking, making you whimper. God how he loved those sounds. He leaves hickies and bite marks galore, he moves to your chest, sucking on your nipples, knowing it was a more sensitive part of your body. You whine, feeling that pressure build up.  “Mikey, I-I’m g-gonna cum a-again.” You whimper. He nods, you know this is what you get for teasing.  He doesn't slow down, only continues the onslaught on your body. You feel the pressure build, build and then, he gets deep enough, hitting the right spot, sending you over the edge. 

“M-Michael!” You whimper, clenching around him, making him groan. Soon his thrusts get sloppy and he dips into your ear, your name falling from his lips, as he cums. You're panting and you see a sly smirk on his face. Before you get a word out he resumes his harsh thrusts. Michael leans down and whispers, “This is what you get, you're going to cum until I’m satisfied.” This is the most vocal he's ever been, you whine as he continues to slam into you. He smirks as you whimper and whine. 

“Whine for me, slut.” He mutters in your ear, his voice making you clench. He starts a rough pace on your clit making you gasp. You can't find the words to let him know your cumming again.

“Mi-Micha-” You can’t even form a sentence, he chuckles.

“Look at you, my baby is all dumb hm? Did I fuck you dumb?” He asks. All you can do is nod and whimper, his voice making you wetter. 

“Of course I did.” He whispers, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smirk dumbly as he lifts you up by your waists and thrusts into you, hitting that bundle of nerves making you squeal. He continues to hit it. Positioning himself to always hit that bundle of nerves, over and over. You can feel that same feeling building in your gut. Before you could get any words out your coating his cock and he adores watching you come undone underneath him. The way you whimper and your squirming. God, he loved it. He kept thrusting and soon became sloppy, you knew he was getting close. With three thrusts he comes in you, his grip on your hips tightening and holding you in place. Once he finished he pulled out and looked down at you. To him you look like a piece of art, covered in hickies, bite marks, bruises, and his cum leaking out of you. You watch him walk away. You're too exhausted to ask, your brain fuzzy. A few minutes later he comes back with a rag and starts carefully cleaning you. It felt nice, the warm water on your sensitive skin, it was relaxing. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he holds you, a little awkwardly. He wasn’t used to giving affection. But you were very content with his aftercare. He’s a work in progress. Soon you feel sleep take you, falling asleep in Michaels arms. 

[anaccountnolongerused]

my boyfriend who hates horror movies: please myth this is the 5th time we've watched halloween kills today can we watch something else im scared

me, a slasher fucker: i could fix him

[slasherholic]

Hey there love! I sent a request b4 but since requests are closed you couldn’t write it so here it goes again. “I want a scenario where reader doms michael and denies him from release. Which leads him to begging. I want him all tied up with chains so he can’t get away. But I mean reader really doms him like she is totally in control. And I have something for this guy’s muscles. He is really big and strong so it would be so hot that you got him begging under you, isn’t it?” Im nasty 🤤😅 thx btw

Impulse

Michael Myers x Female!Reader

Some things are simply set in stone— birds fly, water is wet, and Michael Audrey Myers would have never willingly agreed to being tied down and left entirely at your mercy— but that little fact had not stopped you from trying.

That night, when he had approached you like a ravenous predator with a glint in his eyes that betrayed his desire, when he had swept you off your feet and shoved you face-first into the chilly bedsheets, when you heard the drag of a zipper and felt his strong hands tugging eagerly at the hem of your pants, you did something that you had never even dreamed of attempting for simple fear of the outcome:

You told Michael no.

You told him that, unless he let you try something new, he would have to provide his own release, because he wasn’t going to touch you.

Michael’s calloused fingers stilled suddenly against your waist. His body went rigid. His breaths fell hot and heavy and from his lips in a thinly-veiled frustration. The coldness in his eyes was unmistakable— in denying him his release, you were playing a very dangerous game.

A tense moment passed; and, when Michael did not ignore your wishes, when he did not bend you over and fuck you regardless of your warning, you proceeded with your plan. Your palms met the pulsing skin of his bare chest and you shoved him back against the bed. Michael did not resist. You straddled his hips, which he allowed as well, although by this point his muscles were wrought with tension beneath you, and you could tell that his patience was wearing thin.

You leaned suddenly forward to lay across his chest and intertwined your fingers teasingly through his hair. Your lips worked hungrily over his, a distraction, which he fell for— he did not see your free hand slipping slowly up to clip a cuff over his wrist. Only when he felt the sting of cold metal, when he heard the lock click sharply into place, did Michael lunge and make a grab for your arm; but, it was too late. His left hand was cuffed firmly above his head to the bedframe.

Never had you seen such a bitterly-cold look in Michael’s eyes. He jerked and pulled at the restraint, and the wooden frame creaked and whined under the immense pressure, but it seemed to be holding. You stated your proposal before Michael’s thrashing took the bed down.

“Michael, hold on— just listen to me.” You began, and Michael gave one final tug, and then he stilled. The coldness in his eyes alone was enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“Okay. I’ll uncuff you if that’s what you want, but Michael, I’m serious— you aren’t going to touch me tonight.” You stated. Then, you dangled the second cuff teasingly in the air. “Or… you let me finish, and we do this my way for once. It’s your call.“

Michael glared at the gleaming metal in your hand. His fingers balled so tightly into fists that his knuckles shone white.

Then, just as you had anticipated, his lust and desperation won out. Michael hissed a furious exhale through clenched teeth and slowly sunk back down onto the sheets, until his back was flat against the mattress. He grew as still as a corpse. His decision had been made.

Michael stared murderously ahead at the ceiling as you gently slipped the second cuff over his wrist. The sharp click of the lock sealed his fate— you wondered just how long it would take him to forgive you for this.

You stripped slowly. Now that Michael was cuffed, you were in no rush, so you allowed yourself a moment to enjoy his utterly vulnerable and flustered state. Still he refused to look at you. You straddled him, sank down on his hips teasingly close to his throbbing length, and let your busy fingers trace along the dip of his collar bones, then down to his toned abdominal muscles, where you marveled the rise and fall of his broad chest with his every heated breath.

Each time that your hands fell across his radiating skin Michael’s jaw grew tenser. Slowly, your gentle touches travelled down his body— to his hips, to his inner thigh— and finally, you ghosted your nails teasingly down the shaft of his cock. Michael gave a violent shudder. His thick member was painfully erect and dripping. You began to pump your hand along his burning shaft, and Michael arched impatiently into your touch, seeking relief from the torturous heat. The bedframe creaked and moaned as he tugged at his restraints.

“You’re not allowed to come, Michael.” You stated firmly, with as much authority as you could muster. Your hand quickened its pace. “If you come, we start over— is that clear?”

Michael’s only response was a hitched breath and a low, guttural growl, which you felt reverberate up his chest. Your own sex was throbbing now and demanded your attention; you gave in to your body’s desires.

You hovered over Michael’s hips and teased the thick head of his cock back and forth along your slick folds. Slowly, you sunk down onto his member. Your lips parted in a soft groan as the head popped past your entrance and began to stretch your walls. You worked him deeper inside of you until his warmth kissed your cervix, and you arched back, your mouth falling agape as his girth sheathed within you. You were stuffed.

You rocked against Michael’s hips, working yourself at a torturous pace along his shaft. Michael’s stubbornly blank expression was slipping; his brows had drawn together and a string of stifled groans fled his parted lips. He clawed at his restraints until the biting metal had chaffed a furious red band across his wrists.

You quickened your pace, taking Michael’s length deeper inside of you with greedy thrusts, until every roll of your hips was hitting the most sensitive spots within you and had you crying out in raw pleasure.

Michael was becoming entirely undone beneath you. Sweat glistened across his straining biceps as he yanked harder still at his cuffs.

Your muscles twitched torturously around Michael’s cock as you came. His eyes squeezed shut. You leaned forwards and pressed yourself against his burning chest, which rose and fell frantically with every labored, needy inhale. Michael had taken your warning to heart; you had not yet told him that he could come. Your lips pulled into a lazy smile. Truthfully, you hadn’t thought him capable of showing such restraint.

Your fingers travelled up to his brown curls and you gently kneaded his hair, planted light, teasing kisses across his collar bones, and up his neck. Michael’s eyes glistened with a sudden wetness. Goosebumps seized his quivering body. Your cupped his chin, tracing a finger lazily down his tensed jaw.

“Look at me, Michael.” You purred. Michael met your eyes. His bitter stare was unblinking and dripping with venom— his nostrils flared furiously with every inhale. Never had you seen such raw emotion on his face.

“I want you to beg for it.”

Your words lit a raging fire in Michael’s chest. His eyes grew darker still. You ghosted your finger along his lips with a knowing smile. When the cuffs came off, you were so screwed; but, what came next would make it all worth it.

“Just say the word Michael, and you can come.”

Michael gave a low, dangerous growl, a warning, as if he had adopted the mentality of a cornered animal. You held your ground, were about to reach down to once again tease his throbbing, swollen cock, when finally it happened—

“—Please.” Michael spat hoarsely. The word came out as a low hiss from between clenched teeth. The murderous glare that accompanied it sent a shiver down your spine. You shot him a languid smile, then nipped playfully at the soft flesh of his inner lip, and captured his mouth in one final kiss. Michael did not return your affection.

“Good boy— “ You whispered in his ear. “You earned it.”

Michael’s muscles twitched and strained against the cuffs as his torturously-denied orgasm swept his entire body. He shuddered and shivered, and then slumped back against the sheets. His muscles slackened. He went perfectly still. In an instant, any trace of anger, any hint of emotion, had vanished from Michael’s face. He stared blankly at the ceiling as if basking in the glow of his orgasm.

A knowing smile pulled at your lips. You weren’t foolish enough to believe his ruse. Michael was preparing to pounce; as soon as the cuffs came off, he would have his revenge.

Your night had only just begun.

[shitimashamedtolike]

A Bad Idea Gone Wrong

Michael Myers x Reader

(reader is ftm, but doesn't effect story or pov)

This was a bad idea.

Correction, this was a terrible idea.

That wasn't stopping me.

My hands shook as I wrote the last of my notes for the day. Shuffled the papers. Straightened them. Fidgeted with my pens. I was stalling. But I couldn't make myself say "fuck it" and leave. I'd made a decision and I was gonna stick to it because I was a stubborn bastard. I stood after almost an hour of indecision with a heavy sigh, groaning as I stretched out my legs from sitting so long.

It was now or never. Today was the perfect day, no doubt. The guards tonight were idiots, eager to sleep or play cards in the security room instead of actually paying attention, and...and he had had an...episode...of sorts today. So enough sedatives to knock out a horse had been pumped into his system not four hours ago. They'd be in effect until at least midday tomorrow. This was still fucking insane.

Of all the people on planet motherFUCKING earth, I had to be insanely hot for one Michael Audrey Myers. Jesus Christ. I'd been on his "care team" for about a year now and it just kept getting worse. He was about five years older than me and literally a foot taller. He could crush me like a soda can. God, I wanted him to. The muscles, the way his hair framed his face, what little was visible, and those eyes… Jesus, those eyes. That idiot Loomis thought they were dead, nothing in them. But they weren't. Just deep. There was always something going on, he was always watching, thinking. Silent.

The silence got to me too, but not as it should. It just got me hotter, imagining what I could do to make him make any noise, a groan, a word, even a single pant would be enough. I shifted uncomfortably now as I walked through the dead halls of Smith's Grove, feeling how my briefs clung to the growing wetness in my pants. Now that I was actually moving, actually doing what I'd been fantasizing about for so long, I could feel myself soaking through them, throbbing in time with my pulse, breath quickening. By the time I crept up to the guard station in front of Michael's ward it was all I could do not to pant myself. Peeking around the corner I was met with my worst fear and deepest hope.

Nothing.

The guards were up in their little break room, ignoring their duties, and probably half asleep.

Jackpot.

My hands only shook a little bit as I unlocked the gate, wincing as it creaked swinging open. The hall seemed to stretch on forever, my footsteps echoing painfully against the linoleum. Last door on the left. The only one with a padlock over the original deadbolt. The cold metal brushing my fingertips made me jump, somehow grounding me to the fact that I really was here, out of drifting thoughts about previous fantasies. The padlock, well used, didn't make any noise aside from the click of it opening, nor did the door itself, silent on greased hinges.

Fitting.

I slid through the tiniest possible opening, making sure to wait for the door to click shut before settling against it to look around. The moonlight illuminated to tiny room, casting bizarre shadows across the masks papering the walls, and...him. Michael. He was strapped down to the twin bed in the corner, directly to the left of the door, face still mostly covered by his hair despite not having one of  his usually ever present masks. His breathing was deep and even.

Undisturbed.

My first step towards him scraped across the floor, making me cringe at the noise, but I stayed quiet the rest of the way to the bed, not stopping until I was standing over him. He was even more beautiful up close like this. A strong jaw, the barest hint of scruff, high cheekbones, the slightest uptilt to his nose. And his eyes... unfortunately closed. I reached towards him, slowly, almost in slow motion, and gently brushed his hair away from the left side of his face, taking the opportunity to hold his cheek for a moment. A shuddering sigh hissed from between my barely parted lips as I stroked down the side of his face and hair. Fuck. This was everything I'd wanted. I was sure I'd soaked through my scrubs at this point. Continuing to watch Michael's face, I dared to allow my left hand to creep beneath the waistband of my pants. That first touch made me moan, sharp and surprised, before my hand jerked back from him and covered my mouth. I almost collapsed when I began circling my clit, deliciously slowly, legs trembling with need. I couldn't hold back anymore, taking even myself aback as I climbed into the bed, throwing my leg over Michael's waist so I straddled him. My soaking pussy grinding into his cock as I did so. My hand muffled the low groan of satisfaction I let out, jaw straining to hold in any other sounds as I started to rock back and forth, rubbing my clit through my, by now surely ruined, scrubs. So caught up in my giddiness, I didn't notice that Michael's eyes had slid open, ever so slightly, when I got on top of him. That he was watching with growing interest. That the place where they'd tranqued him hadn't actually gone all the way in, allowing the dose to pool under the skin. That he, therefore, hadn't actually been sedated. Clever as always, he'd faked it. What I did notice, though, was when he started getting hard beneath me. My grip tightened on the sheets, eyes wide and ecstatic as I gazed down to see the results of my efforts. Then, I couldn't help but notice the slightest shift of Michael's head. I froze.

Glanced up.

Met his gaze.

Oh shit.

Baby blues, black in their depths, pinned me in place with paralyzing fear. Minutes, each feeling like hours passed as we stared at each other. His cock twitched. My legs gripped his hips tighter automatically. Something in his gaze snapped.

With barely a moment's resistance he broke through the restraints holding his arms down, right hand slamming around my throat, left crushing into my hip. Panicking, I wiggled, my own hands shooting up to try and pry his away so I could breathe. It was like trying to move a statue, quickly making me give up and simply hold his wrist as he suffocated me. Perhaps that's what he was waiting for. A few more seconds passed, my breathes barely wheezing through his grip, eyes wide and teary, similarly held by his. Clit throbbing in damn near painful arousal. At this rate I was gonna cum before he killed me, just from his hands on me. I rocked down once more, unable to hold myself back any longer. If I was going to die (which was incredibly likely) I might as well enjoy it. Instantly, his hand on my hip forced me to be still, ignoring the breathy whines whispering out of me, taking up all the precious little air I had. Black spots quickly grew in my vision, eyes unfocused as I lost consciousness.

When I woke up my shirt was gone, binder still in place. Pants being slipped off. A hiss of pain from nearly being strangled alerted my undresser to my return to wakefulness, making them pause slightly before looming into my field of vision. Michael had put on one of his masks, a particularly blank one at that, his eyes just barely visible in the poor lighting. He was completely hard now, a more than sizable tent clear in the hospital issued sweatpants he wore. I stared for a moment, swallowing thickly in both desire and anxiety. As I did Michael stepped closer, grabbing my shoulder and forcing me off the bed and onto my knees. Eye level with his erection thanks to our height difference. I reached out, almost in a daze, but he snatched my wrist in a crushing grip. My eyes shot up to his, taking in the barely perceptible shake of his head as he gave my wrist one more good squeeze. No hands. Noted. He seemed satisfied with my submission, hand drifting to his waistband and dragging his pants down just enough to free his cock.  He was big, even taking his physique into account, cut, and thick. My mouth was actually watering, I wanted him so bad. I licked my lips, eyes locked on as I tried again to swallow the lump in my throat. His hand fisted in my hair before I could do anything else and shoved me towards his cock, rubbing it along my cheek. My mouth flew open, tongue in the air as I silently begged him to let me suck his dick, but he ignored me in favor of dragging it along my lips and cheek. Marking me in a way, I realized distantly. Impatient at last, it seemed, when he did shove his cock in my mouth it was hard and fast. I gagged instantly as he hit the back of my throat, but he didn't stop, the hand on the back of my head holding me in place. He set up a harsh pace, giving me no respite as he fucked my throat, the little breaths I stole through my nose barely keeping me going. I was moaning the minute I could, whoreish groans making me choke even harder as my pussy throbbed in time with his thrusts. I'd never been happier the patients rooms’ were soundproof. Eventually he started twitching, cock throbbing, and I knew he was getting close. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and licking as best I could. But...

My groan of frustration when he ripped himself from my mouth and stepped back rang embarrassingly loudly in the suddenly still room, but he didn't give me time to process that before I was being yanked into my feet. He ripped off my underwear, the band raising stinging lines where it had dug in before breaking. Michael spun me around to face the door, throwing me forward so that I slammed against it, hands locking onto my hips as soon as I did. His body forced mine punishingly hard against the metal, heat radiating off of him in sharp contrast. I almost squealed when I felt his hand dart between my legs,  exploring briefly before a finger was rammed inside. He added a second one and jackhammered them into me without pause, slick squelches accompanying each thrust. I really did yell at that, back arching under his chest as my legs gave out. He let me slide down slightly, hand pulling away for a moment as I whimpered. I dimly registered the mask hitting the ground before I was lifted off the ground abruptly by his hands under my knees, still facing the door as he lined up. The second he found my entrance again, he dropped me, thrusting all the way inside in one fluid motion. My eyes almost popped out of my head, no sound escaping for once, as I processed the massive cock suddenly rearranging my pussy. The pain only added to the mind numbing pleasure of finally being so. fucking. full.

Michael motherfucking Myers had his dick in me and that was way hotter than I even imagined, bringing me to the brink of orgasm just by putting it in. I was brought back to reality by the first thrust, making me shake in pleasure as he quickly found his rhythm. He fucked like a machine, deep, fast, consistent, and hard. Each time his hips connected with my ass the sound snapped through the room and I could feel the bruises forming just from his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast and loud after he started, but other than smashing me even further against the door, he showed no signs of slowing or changing in any form. Oversensitivity made me squeak with every movement, panted moans filling the space in between. Later, I'm sure I'd be horrified. I never made much noise, let alone such slutty sounds for one of my patients, a murderer currently balls deep inside me. The tip of his cock was ramming directly into my cervix now, electric pleasure-pain racing up my spine. I came again just as I felt him bury his face in my hair, breathing slightly deeper than usual as he inhaled my scent. I sobbed while he brushed his lips across my neck and shoulder, almost gentle for a split second. His teeth came out directly after, bites, nips, and harsh sucks littering my neck as he fucked me into the door. I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he just picked up his already insane pace and sunk his teeth into the back of my neck, almost scruffing me. Just as I was beginning to go numb the barest hint of a groan left him, directly behind me ear, as he finally shuddered, thick, hot, cum pumping into me as he came. My eyes rolled back as I came again as well, I would have squirted if I hadn't  been so full of him. My body was doing it's best to suck up as much of his cum as possible, milking him for everything I could.

He stepped back and I oozed to the floor, legs utterly useless, panting like I'd run a marathon. But he wasn't done. I was arranged onto the bed once more, ragdoll limbs forced into a head down ass up position I happily maintained. I could feel him cum starting to leak out of me, ever so slowly, and his heavy gaze on my pussy watching it. He ran a finger over my entrance, collecting the excess before drifting up to my ass. I didn't even jump as his finger forced its way into my asshole, a low groan my only response. It was gone as soon as it came, having deposited this makeshift lube, quickly replaced by his cock.

This time the pain was unignorable, a strangled cry cracking on it's way past my lips before the hand not holding my hips in place slammed over my mouth, forcing it shut. He didn't wait for me to adjust, immediately starting up the same brutal pace as before, balls slapping against my clit, making me twitch. I'd never cum just from my ass before and desperately tried to wiggle my hand down to rub my pulsing clit, but his hand left my mouth to grab my wrists, pinning them above me as he straight up fucked me into the mattress. I was screaming at this point, the sheer force and mix of pain and pleasure driving me insane. The knot in my gut crept closer and closer, barely growing, but eating at me nonetheless. I squirmed harder than ever before, to get away or for more I'm not sure.

After what seemed like hours I felt Michael hunch over, fingers digging into my hip even more, and his thrusts jerking ever so slightly. His mouth crashed onto my neck again, savagely biting at the marks he'd left before, deepening them and making others. A definite groan of pleasure left him as he came this time, even more cum pumping into my ass, warmth filling me as he spasmed. I could feel my throat tear at the guttural scream that left my throat as my own orgasm slammed into me like a sledgehammer, almost blacking out as I convulsed beneath him.

We fell asleep like that, or, I did, at least. His cock still in my ass, plugging in all of his cum, him on top of me, smothering me into the mattress that smelled like him and sex.

He shook me awake as he finally pulled out with a wet sound that had me turning bright red. Sunlight was just beginning to peek through the window and I knew immediately that I had to get back to my desk before anyone realized I was missing, if they hadn't already. I threw on my pants, unable to find my underwear or one of my socks in my rush, limping over to the door. Michael stood behind me the whole time, his silent presence making me tremble with need all over again. After peeking out the door to make sure the coast was clear (thank God I hadn't lost the key...) I turned back into the room, only to be met with the wall of muscle Michael calls a chest. He peered down at me through another mask, gaze as dead as ever. Maybe...a hint of something else, definitely not affection, but something... I shook my head slightly, forcing myself to focus once more. I waved goodbye, whispering through my ragged throat as I closed the door

"I'll see you again soon...Michael."

[crypticbunnygirl]

suddenly im a baby sitter in Haddonfleids Illinois Halloween night, 1963