#michael x tyler

[that-damn-fouth-chaosemerald]

Happy Pride Month guys! ^^

I hope you will have a wonderful June!

(Btw, the Tell Me Why videogame is free to play now (I think) so here's my chance to get it >:3)

Just leaving some gifts here of Tyler and Michael bc I love them! ✨😭💕

[nimmie-nugget]

CONFESSION!!

“…you like me? Tough shit..” He muttered under his breath as his cheeks turned pink.

“I guess we could give it a try…” He said to you, a hand on your shoulder.

-Wanderer, Katsuki Bakugo, Dabi, Michael Afton(Teen), Sanemi Shinazugawa, Iguro Obanai, Tyler Hernandez, Muichiro Tokito(Before S3). /+Your Favourites

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[im-his-druidess]

Can you do something about rz michael taking care of the reader when she's on her perioid?

Absolutely! I've talked a bit of this sort of thing here as well 😘

Michael would have absolutely no idea on how to take care of you. All the knowledge he has are fuzzy memories from Sex Ed he was forced to take in school. So he just follows your lead on most occasions unless something strikes his curiosity and he wants to explore.

You will often grab his hands and place them on your lower abdomen or lower back. The large warm heavy weight like your own personal heating pad. Sometimes, with careful goading of your hands, you'll get him to massage you. This will often lead to you being slumped on his chest as he prods away at your sore muscles. Him watching your face curiously as you wince in pain but whine when he tries to move his hand away. The mix of relief and pain making no sense to him, but it makes you happy and he likes the thought of being needed so he continues.

Most of the time he will just stand aside and watch you. Taking note of the medicine you take and the food you eat. Will have him randomly pressing food/medicine against your chest whenever you are in a bad mood. He knows that they make you feel better so anytime you are sick or grumpy he hunts through the house for the items he's seen you grab even if you aren't on your period.

Being intimate with him during this time is either a hit or miss. You either get satisfied and relaxed or end up crying and exhausted and bent like a pretzel as he ravages you.

Michael, like always, is curious about your reactions like you jumping his bones and clawing at him like a cat in heat. Only to turn around a few days later and swat him away. It confuses him every single time. He doesn't like when you push him away, having already grown obsessed with how sensitive and needy you get, and the sight of you covered in blood leaves him fueled with bloodlust. Which leaves him bending you over and fucking you mercilessly and smearing your blood over your thighs and hips. Michael doesn't care for the mess and would happily lay there in your cuddle puddle to sleep but you get grouchy and restless so he reluctantly follows you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Despite him being an absolute pussydrunk menace during this time he does try to take care of you in his own way. Allowing you to sleep almost directly on top of him to steal his warmth, massaging you wherever you need him, letting you yell and cry your frustrations out as he sits quietly, and even awkwardly petting your hair as you cuddle into him on the couch while you watch TV.

Cockwarming him is something that he demands even when you aren't menstruating, but on your period the sensations have him pawing at you with greed. You are so much more sensitive and warm and wet. Your gummy walls aching and swollen in a way that feels like heaven around his cock. And the way you whimper and cry out when he throbs inside you leaves him breathless. It's something he grows to crave and becomes the easiest way for you to calm him down. During your period it does help to have him inside you, soothing that deep ache that nearly makes you want to weep, and you will surprise him by tugging his pants down at random times.

Also he absolutely loves fondling your sore breasts. Squishing the swollen flesh, kneading with those criminally strong calloused hands, and tugging or sucking on your nipples until you cry from that same pleasure/pain that leaves him oh-so curious.

He's still mystified by the whole process, but he's willing to learn and be as accommodating as he's able.

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RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Part 1 - 2

Words: 1476

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: Michael has escaped Smith Grove's Sanitarium...

Reader: short female reader, female genitals in smut scenes

The voice echoing in his mind persisted, urging him to go to Haddonfield but the back door he was sliding open was miles away from it, for today he listened to another power rising from deep within. Stepping inside, he found himself standing in the kitchen, his eyes drawn to the assortment of sweets and candies neatly arranged on the countertop. A faint smile curled at the edges of his mouth, knowing that you had purchased each one of them according to the list. Right next to it, neatly folded, was a black witch costume with a small hat resting atop of it.

You were sitting on the couch, engrossed in the movie "Bates Motel" when a continued cold draft caught finally caught your attention. With a grunt, you switched off the TV and lifted your body from the comfort of the couch, making your way towards the kitchen. Your fingers fumbled in search of the light switch, and as it clicked on, your gaze shot up, landing on the tall masked man standing at the counter, his fingers gliding over the tiny hat from your costume. You immediately recognised deep blue striped pants and the torn dirty gray bathrobe that seemed tiny hanging on his imposing figure.

"Michael!", you shouted in shock and total disbelief.

Your body froze for a moment. It was something else seeing this mountain of man standing in your kitchen, close to midnight, all alone and far away from the security that Smith's Grove provided. How could he even be here? Did he escape? Just as you wondered why nobody had informed you about the escape of the patient you mainly took care of, the sharp ringing of the wall-mounted phone next to you startled both you and Michael. Without diverting your gaze from him, you reached out and grabbed the phone, placing it against your ear and waiting a moment before speaking.

"Hello?"

"Oh nurse, heavens! I'm glad I was able to reach you. Michael has escaped, he killed several on his way out."

There was a pause on the other side as Loomis waited for your reply. Any sane person would have freaked out while being trapped alone in their home with the sanitarium's most infamous patient. The doctor on the other end of the line was you're only chance to call for help and as the thoughts of what any sane person would have done in that moment flashed before your inner vision, your body had its own surprise in store for you. Your hand gestured for Michael to close the door behind him while you shot a warm smile at him before focusing back on the phone call.

"Oh my god, that's terrible! Did someone alarm the police? Do you know where he's headed?"

Michael blinked in disbelief as you faked a shocked tone while the traces of your smile still lingered on your lips. His eyes never left your figure, his hand fumbling behind him to close the door. The enigma that was you continued to surprise him, eluding the expectations formed by the cruel world around him, only to grace him with the kindness he not only thought lost after his mother stopped visiting him. No, you continued to surpass it and as he stood within your kitchen, he almost felt a sense of home, carrying his thoughts to the one he had back then as he briefly wondered where his little sister could be now.

"No I haven't seen him. Why would he come here? Have you checked in Haddonfield where his sister lives now?"

You winked at him, feeling freed from your confidential oath as he was technically, officially, not near you to overhear such information. Michael felt stunned at your response. Back in the sanitarium he had wondered more than once if you'd be able to peak into his mind as you always seemed to understand him so well and now you had answered the very question that had been lingering in his mind. A strange sensation burned underneath his skin as if he wanted to...wanted to kiss you. His breaths grew heavier and his hands pressed tightly against his sides, trying to hide the trembles.

"I'll keep a look out but I'm sure he won't waste any time coming here. You too. Goodnight Dr Loomis."

You hung up the phone and turned back to Michael, taking a few hesitant steps into his direction.

"So...uhm...what brought you here? You could also have tried to find your sister."

A small shivering breath came from behind the mask before Michael slowly pulled it off his face and pointed at you. Your brows furrowed for a moment and you contemplated on the possibilities before answering cautiously.

"Me? You came here because of me? To see me?"

He nodded, placing his mask on the counter beside your costume and sank to his knees, arms outstretched, waiting for you to approach him. He was aware that you probably knew the circumstances that led to his escape, Loomis would have surely informed you how much blood stained his hands tonight. And yet, you chose to send the doctor straight to Haddonfield all the while wearing a smile on your face. You had a choice tonight and you chose him. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes when you wrapped your arms around him, exhaling relieved at the shared closeness. It had been a long time since anyone had chosen him, and now here you were, gently cradling his face, your gaze filled with nothing but affection. His heart ached beautifully as the feeling of home nestled within. He leaned in closer, his lips pressing on yours in a, first, tender kiss that quickly morphed into burning passion he couldn't control any longer. Strong hands slid beneath your butt and you gasped when you were lifted onto the counter. Long fingers wrapped around your shorts and panties, tearing them off with such force that they were flying off to the corner of the kitchen.

"Michael!", you shrieked in surprise but your legs parting on their own betrayed your desire.

Michael groaned at the sight of your wet folds before him. Not only had you chosen him, but you were also willing to surrender yourself to him, to be his. He silently vowed to worship you as the angelic being that you were, grant you the pleasures of the heavens you descended from. Gently, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, his face coming tantalisingly close to your cunt and you could feel his breath fanning over your wetness. A deep, sinful moan escaped your lips as his tongue pressed flat against your swollen clit. His fingers dug deeper into your flesh as your sweet taste began to fill his mouth, igniting a feral hunger within him. His sloppy licks grew faster, sucking at your clit in between before shoving three fingers into your dripping entrance. You cried out in pleasure as he kept thrusting into you, pushing you fast towards the edge of your release. The man between your legs had nothing in common with the shy calm patient from the observation room, the one standing between your legs ate you out like a starved man, worshipping you for the loyalty you showed him. Your fingers entwined in his hair, urging him closer as you bucked your hips and cried out his name, panting and finally coming undone while pure bliss washed over you. Michael mumbled something against your folds before rising and using his sleeve to wipe away your juices from his face. You still breathed heavily, chuckling as you hopped off the countertop, searching for your pants in the kitchen corner.

"That was....wow....I-I should return the favour", you spoke softly, pulling up your pants.

As you glanced up, a short gasp escaped your lips as you discovered Michael already standing beside you, his arms sneaking around your waist as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Later", he murmured, his voice coarse and deep, "let's sleep."

Those little words, so simple and yet the desire that gave birth to them ran so deep. Michael never truly had someone, his dark thoughts being the only company he ever knew until, one day, you stepped through those doors in the Sanitarium. He had always wondered it how would to be to lie down in bed with someone, not a single worry in his world as only happiness seeped through his body and the warmth of your touch lulling him into slumber. You led him upstairs and cuddled up to him on your bed, slowly sinking into a blissful sleep in the arms of Haddonfield's most feared man. Michael caressed your arm, eyelids growing heavy as he drifted off, one final thought lingering before surrendering to the irresistible lure of slumber. Home...

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[cull3nblaze]

Bucks reaction to the kiss is just everything to me. LOOK at him. He is so overwhelmed and just.....

You know what that reminded me of?

This one ♥

[saphirreesuccudus]

Could you do something spicy with all the slashers and a male reader? Nothing serious just how they would react with reader being handzy for the first time? -⭐

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

I just to do just Mikey and Vincent, since they’re the only ones I could portray accurately!

Michael - Any

You hadn’t gotten the chance to be handsy with Michael so far, besides holding hands, which only lasted for a few minutes, but it was progress at least. And although you were never one to force something onto someone, maybe just going ahead and trying to cuddle him or touch him would help him open up?

You found him laying on the couch, he had just gotten back, and was exhausted. He unfortunately had to chase down a victim. A young teenager, who was probably more athletic than Michael. You loved him nonetheless, and laid down next to him, making sure to face him.

“Long day Mikey?”

You asked him, earning a grunt in response. You slipped your fingers under his mask, slipping it off and revealing the face you missed looking at. You still fantasized about his beautiful fluffy hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and strong features, no matter how many times you saw it. You allowed him to cuddle into you, even if he seemed to forget your size difference, you let it happen.

Michael loved the way his favorite boy stared at him, and cuddled into him, especially when he was able to be the little spoon. He understood you needed to be taken care of, but theirs nothing wrong with him wanting some prince treatment.

You rubbed your arms across his toned arms, feeling his scars on your soft hands, in contrast to his rough arms. He shivered under your touch, his body heating up. He was clearly nervous, but he trusted you to touch him without hurting him.

He chose to do the same, placing his rough hand on your cheek, and rubbing it, as your cheeks puffed up, smiling with pure joy and excitement.

Vincent Sinclair -

Ever since you and Vincent meant, you frequently hung out him with In his hobbit hole, or Art studio. You never showed interest in the wax sculptures, so you rested on his cot, watching him work. You rarely ever touched him, unfortunately. You understood why, especially with how his brothers treat him, and his work. But you didn’t wanna be stuck only watching him work and nothing else, so you decided to take matters into your own hands

You waited till it was late at night, getting ready for bed, slipped on a pair of boxers and a loose tank top. You soon saw Vincent get up from his seat, cracking his back, and laying down. He had a habit of laying in bed with you till you fell asleep, and getting up later to finish what he needed to finish. Hopefully you can keep him in bed.

You took both arms, wrapping them around his neck, digging your head into his strong chest. You felt his long hair against your skin, which didn’t bother you at all. You soon felt Vincent get comfortable at your embrace, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist, placing one above your ass, softly patting it.

[supercap2319]

Tyler Lockwood gives you a naked chance under the fool moon and when he catches you…

Y/N ran through the forest, the leaves and twigs crunching underneath his shoes as he tried to get away from the thing that was chasing him. It was mean. It was close. And it was hungry. The other side of the woods was a good few yards away from where he was. There was no way he'd make it in time to escape the big bad wolf's teeth.

The wind echoed through the trees, almost as if we were mocking and laughing at Y/N's demise at the hands of a feral werewolf. He decided to take a chance, since he had no other choice and ran as fast as he could towards the safety of civilization. Slamming through bushes and branches as he heard growls behind him and the werewolf was so close now, that Y/N could feel its mouth on his neck now.

He was almost there. Just a little bit more. He was...

The sudden weight pushed Y/N to the floor as he was knocked down and on his back as teeth snapped at his face and he tried not to scream or whimper as the wolf's cold yellow eyes looked down at him. It licked its chops as Y/N closed his eyes and waited for the sweet release of death.

A deep throat chuckle rang in his ears as he opened his eyes to see his boyfriend, Tyler Lockwood smiling down at him. "Gotcha!" He was naked and his groin was pressing against Y/N's jean covered one. This was like a roleplay game for them. Tyler would get so turned on by chasing Y/N like a helpless victim through the forest as a werewolf. It was weird, but God was it hot. Tyler could feel himself getting hard just thinking about it, and he knew Y/N was thinking about it too.

"Alright, Ty, you got me. Now claim your prize and fuck me."

Tyler smirked and started to remove Y/N's pants. "Oh, I will, but you know the rules. You suck, you fuck. And I'm going to suck you off and then I'm going to fuck you till you can't see straight."

Y/N chuckles. "I never think straight around you."

Tyler laughed.

[ghost-bison]

was that supposed to be heterosexual

[vampirelon]

[drjohndisco]

'And I can't find my way back without you.' (Star Trek: Discovery 1x14 - The War Without, The War Within)

[caramel-cream50]

Me just chilling by myself in my room:

My brain: hey remember that time a David Tennant character got his heart torn to shreds?

[chloesreality]

tyler was such an underrated character in tvd

yes he was! and people hate him for leaving Caroline? he was being selfless towards her, he knew he couldn’t let go of his hatred for klaus (rightfully so) and thought he’d only bring her down so he ended things. Klaus ruined them, and they didn’t deserve it.

he was so misunderstood aswell. people underestimated the Lockwood family curse and how it effected Tyler throughout the show.

his anger issues, his families…curse, secrets, daddy and mommy issues, abuse etc

and he even says he doesn’t wanna be the guy he was in season 1, a jerk, the “school bully” if you will. He wants to evolve for himself. He wants to better himself. and he did exactly that by going to the mountains and turning until it didn’t hurt anymore and to break the sire bond! what a king? am I right!

and on the plus side

he is smoking….🤪🤪

He spitting facts

and if you don’t focus on his flaws, underneath his wall, you see he’s a good person who just got the short end of the stick.

good man. good heart.

And he definitely didn’t deserve this. #Tylersupremacy

[im-his-druidess]

Hi! I just read your fic with the reader being an omega and michael is an alpha, and i just wanted to say I LOVED THAT CONCEPT!!! Is there anyway you could make more of omega!reader x alpha!rz!michael 🙏😭 or like some head cannons? Anything really. I just need more of him being an alpha🙏🥹

Omg thank you so much! And absolutely! The A/B/O AU is one of my favorites so I'm always happy to talk about it 🥰

You also can't really go on normal dates or show him off to your few friends. Although you do sometimes spot him amidst the trees when you are at work, watching him disappear into the shadows in a way that you knew you only saw him because he wanted you to, and can feel eyes on you the entire way home.

Being the Omega to The Shape is both a blessing and a curse. For one he is a notorious killer and he also views the world completely different than what's considered "normal".

Most of the time, especially the beginning of your relationship, you had to explain what his instincts are making him do and how to deal with his Alpha impulses.

Michael Myers always keeps an eye out for his Omega. No matter if it's at the grocery store, work, a restaurant, or even something as mundane as washing your car. He is always watching. It's his own way of protecting you.

Also he's just naturally curious about you and he's making up for lost time from when he was locked away. Using his new freedom to stalk his lovely little Omega and find out all he can.

He'll constantly scent you. Dragging you to his body and forcing you to stand still as he sniffs at you, growling lightly at all the lingering "other" smells before placing his scent all over you again.

Will often lead to him dragging you to the nearest flat surface to fuck you, his possessiveness rearing it's head, and you have to make sure to stay submissive just so you won't agitate him further.

He makes nests when, on the rare occasion, you are away and he doesn't follow you. Will tear apart your house to make one to his liking and you end up buying an ungodly amount of spare blankets and pillows for those times.

Leaves plenty of marks on you, that you desperately try to cover up in case someone starts asking questions, and he will be immediately turned on if you try to mark him up as well.

Of course, he'll also assume that this is you trying to dominate him. Leads to him pinning you down and forcing you to submit.

Will let out a raspy quiet purr of approval when you lay with him in his nest.

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RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Part 1

Words: 1248

Warnings: very mild and short descriptions about violence

Summary: you seem to be the only person who's able to communicate with Michael and so you continued to take care of him on Dr Loomis' orders

Reader: short female reader in mind, but no specific descriptions are used

The following days and weeks passed with the same routine. You were overseeing Michael in the observation room until Doctor Loomis would arrive for the therapy session. Occasionally, the doctor would even request that you stay, hoping that Michael would open up in your presence. He did, although the doctor was too engrossed in his own theories to notice it each time, but you saw all of it. The little amused huffs behind the mask whenever you challenged him with a question, the silent chuckles and crinkling eyes whenever you told one of your jokes and the way his breath hitched as soon as your hand found his in an innocent touch. All the while a frustrated Loomis sat across the table, huffing as he scribbled down in his notebook, so much to write and yet no wisdom to share, only speculations.

The conflict within Michael kept raging on, torn between his urge to kill and the growing fondness for you. You were a thorn in his flesh of bloody sin and yet, you soothed his mind and your touch left a sense of longing burning beneath his skin. Your fingertips brushing the side of his hand as he tried to help you make your own mask felt electrifying, a spark straight to his rotten heart, nourishing its dying flesh. His heart raced, threatening to burst out of his chest while his breaths grew heavier. As his eyes finally locked on yours, the entire world around him froze, time trickling away while you observed him, your perfect lips slightly parted, realising what was happening to him, what you did to him.

"Well mine doesn't look as good as yours but I still have time to learn from the master", you giggled, holding your mask up for him to see, "shall we try them on?"

A faint smile spread across his lips, well hidden beneath the painted paper on his face. The way you giggled so carelessly in his presence, the graceful movements of your hands, making the piece of paper-mâché seemingly dance in the air, Michael could feel a knot forming in his stomach. He had never felt like this, not even prior to that one fateful Halloween. Although his heart suddenly jumped as he observed your cheerful expression falter, replaced by a hint of fear. Would this be the inevitable moment of truth where you'd finally realise how ugly he truly was on the outside and deep within?

"I...I should turn around", you murmured, "sorry I forgot for a moment that you don't like showing your face."

His fingers moved up to grasp your chin, preventing you from turning your head away. Observing your initial confusion, he handed you his new mask and slowly removed his old one. A hushed gasp slipped passed your lips, eyes wide in shock as you gazed upon Michael's real face for the very first time. He let out a rasped groan as your fingertips graced his forehead, brushing the long blonde strands of hair away to tuck them behind his ears. His handsome face bore a rough charm, tiny dark stubble adorned his broad jaw and chin, his lips trembling ever so slightly while his icy blue eyes locked onto yours. He noticed your flustered expression and the heat rising to your cheeks as you leaned closer and put the mask over his head, but you didn't pull it down immediately.

"That...uhm...is a very beautiful face", you whispered, "thanks for allowing me to see it...for the trust."

You pulled the mask down and right before it covered his face entirely, you saw his lips curl into a wide smile. As you were about to put your own mask on, the metal door swung open and Loomis entered with Cruz following closely behind.

"Thank you nurse", the doctor called out while Cruz simply waved at you with a smile, "you can take your leave now. Mister Cruz will take care of Michael in the coming days and I will commence the daily therapy session now. Happy Halloween!"

You sensed Michael tense beside you, the breaths under the mask becoming more erratic with each second of silence passing. Your hand found his, squeezing it gently while his gaze met yours at the subtle reassuring touch.

"I'll take a week off from this evening on, but", you spoke calmly, sensing his rising panic, "I know tomorrow is Halloween, soooo....after discussing it with Dr Loomis, I got the approval to drop by and visit you, in my Halloween costume. And of course I gonna bring you some candy."

You offered a gentle smile while your hand remained on his but it wasn't nearly enough to quell the anger burning within Michael in this moment. He had trusted you, opened himself up to you, and now, like everyone else in his life, you were about to leave him again. Leaving him all to himself and his darkness again? The thought of being abandoned consumed him, causing his teeth to grind and his once warm eyes turned cold and lifeless. His hand instinctively moved towards your neck while his mind exploded with images of how he could simply smash you head first into the table. The cracking sound of your skull, the crimson trickling from every wound, pooling around your face in perfect contrast against the dark grey metal underneath, all mingling with the sweet melody of your panicked last breaths, realising your life was drained away by his hand, the very one you're still holding onto right now.

"If you write me down your favourite candy, I gonna try and get that one for us. Promised!"

Your soft voice snapped him out of his murderous trail of thoughts back into reality and he felt his hold on your neck loosen, gently caressing your skin before retreating. Steel blue eyes blinked at you a few times, the love and gentleness slowly returning to them and with a loud sigh Michael leaned forward, hastily scribbling a few words on a piece of paper before sliding it towards you. The chuckle escaping your lips went straight through his chest, it being the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, forgetting all the pain and doubt it had caused within him just a few seconds ago.

"Oh those two are my favourites too", your finger tapped on the paper, "you have an excellent taste in sweets, Mr Myers."

He rolled his eyes in response but you could almost see the smirk peeking out from behind the paper-mâché.

"I'll see you tomorrow then. Make sure to wear your scariest mask", you winked at him before heading towards the doors.

Before the door fell shut, Loomis slipped through it, calling out for you. It amazed you how this man knew so much and so little at the same time about his most famous patient. He listened, analysed and yet, he never seemed to truly see or hear Michael. Maintaining a friendly and professional expression on your face, you continued to listen as he provided additional instructions for your visit the following day.

As you laid in bed that night, a stash of candy and sweets stowed away and ready, excitement bubbled in your stomach while your restless mind got lost in the anticipation of your first private meeting with Michael, outside your nurse outfit and the obligation to watch over him. It would simply be you and him having as much Halloween fun as a place like Smith's Grove would allow.

Part 3 - Home (18+)

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

My brain has been holding my art abilities hostage all and this is the only decent thing I've managed to draw

HE

[saphirreesuccudus]

I wanna give Michael a smooch :(

ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʀᴢ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴍʏᴇʀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴄʜ

ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

You and Michael were cuddling late at night, you were about ready to head to bed, and just wanted to cuddle him before you went to sleep. You grabbed his hand, looping it around your waist, scooting yourself closer to him.

You felt his nose and scratchy beard rest itself on the back of your head. It didn’t feel great but you’ve gotten used to it, he’s not a fan of shaving anyways.

You felt a small peck on the back of your neck, feeling warm, large, rough hands squeeze your waist. It was a rare occurrence for Michael to be physically affectionate, so you took advantage of it when you got the opportunity.

You turned your whole body around, grabbing his shoulder and placing a kiss on his lips, scratching his head. He seemed to become less tense as you scratched his head, the grip on your waist becoming looser. He clearly was tired