#myersoneshots

[annaphoenix1994]

Welcome to my Blog!

My name is Anna and I mainly write for #RedDeadRedemption2, #MichaelMyers, and #Ghost - Arthur Morgan, Michael Myers, and Simon "Ghost" Riley are my current obsession and I'm not sorry about it! :)

Requests: OPEN!

Masterlists Below!

Arthur Morgan x OG Female Character Series:

The Course of True Love: Book l

Never an Absolution: Book ll

Redemption: Book lll

Michael Myers x OG Female Character Series:

The Devil Walks Among Us - Book l

Sound of Madness - Book ll

Michael Myers One-Shots:

31 Days of Halloween

Kinktober

One-Shots

Simon "Ghost" Riley x OG Female Character One-Shots & Short Story Masterlist:

One-Shots It Goes On (Ongoing Series - Not One-Shots)

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

Conflict

Angry Sex

It wasn’t often that you and Michael had sex while angry with each other - that was more on his side.

However, you particularly liked when he was angry and would have sex with you. Just as long as he wasn’t angry with you.

This night, Michael had come home angry - angry that one of his victims managed to get away from him and hurting him in a way that he had to take a few minutes to recuperate. This in turn causing his victim to get away.

Which he hated - because it was a man who Michael had heard talking down to his mother, which ran right through Michael, being a “momma’s boy” himself.

He has a heart after all. A small one, but a good one. ❤️

Honestly, you loved when he came home angry as you both shared a heightened sex drive, enhanced with teasing, anger, and brief jealousy.

Bonus: when Michael was mad before having sex, he keeps his mask on.

He entered your home, slinging his knife into the kitchen sink, pissed that it wasn’t covered in blood, still shiny and metallic.

It was almost midnight - another unusual for him as he would be out hunting until at least two a.m.

Leaning his palms against the counter, he breathed in heavily behind his mask, looking at his intimidating reflection through the small window above your sink, seeing your silhouette come up behind him, a robe hugging your shoulders and your hair being in the same curls from your shift at work.

Fuck, you looked enticing to him.

“You alright, baby?” You whispered, approaching him from behind, seeing a glimpse of his eyes through his mask looking at you from his reflection on the glass.

You heard him breathe heavily, knowing exactly what his body language was telling you.

And you loved it.

Approaching him, he turned to face you, tilting his head down at you before grasping your hair at the nape of your neck, twisting slightly, definitely grabbing your attention.

You grasped his wrist, knowing he liked for you to resist a bit.

I guess you can call it CNC… in some cases.

Michael didn’t like the thought, but he sure liked it when you gave him a reason to be rougher with you.

He would never be as rough with you if you didn’t give him permission.

Biting your lip, you gasped as he forced you to be bent over the counter. The perfect height.

Feeling him part your legs with his foot, you felt him grind into you as his coveralls was his new enemy.

Before you could even speak to tease at him, he had sheathed himself completely inside of you, smirking behind his mask at the satisfying moan you let out.

He pounded into you hard, thankful that the counter was built into the floor as he was sure it was going to start scooting along the floor.

Gripping your hair again, he forced you to where you were standing against his chest, seeing erotic tears streaming your cheeks. You heard his heavy breathing behind his mask, knowing he was still sexually frustrated.

He almost always knew when you would try to antagonize him playfully, effortlessly lifting you up to where you were now laying on the counter.

He opened your robe, revealing your breasts to his amazement, grasping them firmly before inserting himself again, using his other hand to curve the small of your back, taking the hint to keep yourself that way before feeling his palm rest firmly on your lower belly.

You couldn’t help but arch your back more at the sharp sensation, doing your best to keep your climax at bay for as long as you could to enjoy Michael inside of you.

His free hand now gripped your thigh as his other hand kept place on your lower belly, rutting into you hard, taking out his anger on you sexually, thinking he couldn’t get more aroused than what he was seeing below him.

Until he watched you take his hand and bring it up to your mouth, taking each of his fingers into your mouth.

After you were done admiring his hand, he then put it where you wanted it most - on your throat.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist

Possession

Marking Territory

Michael was nowhere near submissive nature, however, he had his moments as well as his boundaries.

He never told you of his childhood and what it was like for him growing up. The only thing you knew about him was that his father was abusive and an alcoholic and that his short time in Smith's Grove was close to Hell on Earth.

In result of his past, Michael didn't like certain parts of his body touched. His immediate reaction to this was to jerk away and be completely mute of the subject, leaving you to wonder just how severe his trauma was.

So much so, that Michael did not like having his wrists touched or his head as the touch triggered his fight instinct as he remembered this was out he was grabbed when he was forced to partake in shock therapy.

As a result of this, your sex life became very hesitant over time due to him not wanting to be touched as much as he wanted to touch you as you had no boundaries compared to him.

On this October evening, Michael had failed to quit his habit of hunting once again, returning to your shared home caked with blood and grime, breathing heavily behind his mask.

Waking up from the accidental nap on the couch, you stood up to face him, adjusting your robe around your shoulders. You hadn't seen Michael in a couple of days due to his intense need to kill.

Looking at him, you hesitated to approach him as his nature when that mask was on was nothing but pure chaos. He reminded you of a great white shark - you knew he was a force of nature and didn't want to get in his way. You had no way to tell what he was feeling or thinking when he wore the mask.

"Michael?" You spoke, watching him drop his knife to the floor. "You need to get cleaned up." You said, touching his arm, thankful that he didn't pull away.

He just looked at you, particularly your neck, but for his own sexual desire.

He wanted to mark it as his own - something for you to wear to show that you were his.

But he couldn't do it just yet as he didn't want to unleash his brutal force on you in a sexual way - you were way too delicate for that.

You thought you could handle it, but Michael could bring you to the verge of losing consciousness if he wanted to - having full control over you and forcing you into a submissive position.

Of course, he'd love to be dominant over you, but he had his thoughts under control.

No matter what, he always put you and your feelings first.

Hesitant, you reached up to remove his mask as you desperately wanted to see his face, gasping as he gripped at your wrists, keeping you from touching the emotionless mask on his face.

"I-I'm sorry, Michael-"

He shook his head slowly before reaching up to remove his mask, his beard being the first thing you saw.

Looking down at the mask now on the couch, Michael gripped your arms, almost pinning them to your sides before leaning in to place a warm kiss to your lips.

He breathed in heavily as he inhaled your scent, gently pushing you back towards your bedroom, his boots heavy with every step.

He towered over you easily, which was erotic enough to your liking.

And his hands. Oh, how you loved to see the thick veins line the top of his hands, just knowing how much power they held behind them.

Once you were on the bed, he then buried his face into the crook of your shoulder, peppering your hot skin with his kiss, flinching occasionally at the feeling of his teeth marking you.

As you two were making love, his thrusts felt more possessive, as if he felt like you would disappear from his grasp. He wanted to mark every bit of you with what he could.

He managed to leave a hickey on your shoulder, followed by many red marks on your buttocks as spanking you was one of his favorite things to do with foreplay.

How he wished you were into knifeplay...

You dug your nails into his back, marking him as your own as well, using your legs to pull him deeper into you as your climax was on the horizon. It was safe to say he knew exactly how to make you feel good considering he wasn't as experienced in that department.

After lovemaking, you were able to see just how much Michael marked you as his. Not one, but two hickies were on your shoulder, one very faint one on your neck just below your jaw, distinct handprints on your rear, and kiss-stung lips. You smelled him on you - every bit of crimson staining your skin and the faint smell of just...him.

You were his and only his.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

Satiation

Multiple Orgasms

It didn't take long to reach your first orgasm, your legs shaking and your heart pounding as Michael was very pleased with how he had you.

Usually, you could handle two orgasms in one night as Michael liked to draw them out for as long as he wanted.

He had you wrapped around his finger.

Although, Michael could hold his orgasms back for as long as he wanted.

Now with your second orgasm peaking, Michael began to praise you, telling you that you were doing so good for him, however, you would be doing more.

With that, he then took full advantage of your vulnerability, using his finger to massage your clit as he began thrusting slower, smirking against your lips as he felt your legs tighten and shake around his hips, holding him there as you wanted to push him away as the pleasure was so intense, but you also knew the sensation felt too good...

Shrieking, you arched your back as an uncountable orgasm washed over you.

Honestly, you lost count.

But Michael didn't.

You were on number four now and Michael had only had one.

And he could go all night if he wanted to, but he enjoyed seeing you curl underneath him, knowing that he had you all to himself. All of you.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist!

October 8th - Your Birthday

With Michael, nothing goes unnoticed. Especially your birthday.

You had begged Michael not to make your birthday a big deal, but he didn't care. He was aiming to make your day special whether you liked it or not.

He had already planned out what he was going to do for you.

First, he was going to surprise you with a breakfast-in-bed. He wasn't the best cook, but he could sure make some scrambled eggs and pancakes.

Second, he was going to cater to your every whim - whether it be fetching you a drink, beating you to a simple chore, washing your used plate after breakfast - anything, really.

Third, after taking you to do your favorite activity of your choosing, he would spend a lot of time in the evening showing you how much he loved you.

The morning of, he didn't bother to wake you up when he got out of bed like he normally did. He wanted you to sleep in as he figured you deserved it, especially with the long hours you had been assigned this month.

Once you woke up to the smell of maple syrup, you immediately rose up out of bed, thinking that you had started breakfast and went back to sleep.

"Not so fast." Michael chuckled from the foot of the bed. He then assured you that he had been cooking your breakfast and to relax.

Throughout the day, Michael had been catering to your every whim and need. Whether it being you needed a blanket or saying you were thirsty, Michael was on it in the blink of an eye.

You had begged him that he didn't have to do all of these things for you, but he insisted that he would.

But what was funny - was that on Michael's birthday, he didn't want anything in return.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

Possession

Using a Toy in Public

Michael's curiosity somehow did him more harm than good - and it's stated because Michael, over time, became to have behavior as a sadist.

Also, sadism can go as deeply as gaining pleasure over causing someone else pain or humiliation, Michael would only get off when giving you sexual pleasure, not him.

Curious as to how much you could handle, he decided to heighten your senses a bit.

He wanted to see how much he could sexually control you in a public setting.

First, it was Ben Wa Balls to enhance your orgasm. You had never used them, but Michael knew exactly what they were as he had "a lot of time to read while being locked up."

So, you asked no further questions.

And if you need a refresher of what Ben Wa Balls are, they are a set of silver balls - one weighted - and are actually designed to strengthen the muscles of the vagina, but also stimulate and can also tease you, causing your orgasms to be more intense.

Second, it was vibrating panties, which didn't bring the most pleasure to you as you told him "they weren't strong enough," so Michael then turned to a better idea that he used to his full advantage:

A BlueTooth vibrator.

How erotic and nice it sounded to you, but knowing Michael had full control and knowing that he loved to watch you bite your lip in arousal was Heaven on Earth for him and he was going to do it whenever he felt like it.

You two had arranged a night out with your friends from out of state and Michael wanted to test your limits and just how much self-control you had over yourself when distracted with intense pleasure.

Sitting next to you at the dinner table, Michael asked for your phone. Thinking nothing of it, you got incredibly used to the feeling of the toy inside of you and foreign to the intense sensation of the vibrations as it was turned on once already - when you tried it at home for yourself, not under Michael's control.

Opening the app, he then started tracing his thumb along the screen to begin the waves of vibrations, keeping a sharp eye on you as you desperately bit your lip behind the napkin in hopes of your friends not catching on.

"You alright?" One of your friends asked from across the table, taking note of your furrowed brows.

"Y-Yeah, just that bite was really spicy." You giggled before reaching under the table to grab Michael's pant leg, grasping it tightly as his movements along the screen became more drawn out and steady.

He was teasing you.

He got so hard watching you press your thighs together under the table, watching your ankles cross and your face desperate to not give any notion.

He motioned for you to lean towards him so he could say something in your ear.

"Don't cum."

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist!

October 7th - Michael Makes You a Festive and Spooky Dinner

Michael of your Choosing!

How you hated working a retail job, especially towards the end of the year when most of the festivities and holidays are closer together.

Some days, you got home right on time. And other days, you had to stay over for a half hour to provide coverage on a register while waiting on the next cashier to come in.

Due to this, you were unable to check your phone every time you felt it buzzing.

Whether it being Michael or one of your friends, you just couldn't do it.

When the store was slow, you took the opportunity to check your phone and open the text message Michael had sent you, which wasn't often as he truly hated a phone, but he liked to communicate with you and you figured giving him one of your older phones would help him as it took him forever to come out of his shell and actually speak to you.

He simply asked you when you were coming home and you could only reply with "I'm waiting on the next cashier to get here so I can leave. Probably another hour."

He hated when your job seemed to take advantage of you, but he desperately tried to understand.

Roughly an hour later, you were relieved to see the cashier come in to relieve you from the register. Clocking out in a rush, you were desperate to get home and start on dinner.

Once home, you immediately took note of a warm and nostalgic smell coming from inside as you opened the door. Michael was cooking?

"Michael? I'm home!" You announced, removing your shoes off of your feet at the door and setting down your purse.

He didn't reply to you, but you continued into the kitchen to see him stirring whatever it was he had put into the crock pot.

You smiled, leaning up against the doorframe to watch him. Whatever he was making looked and smelled very good, especially what was in the oven.

"Whatcha making?" You asked, surprised that you startled him.

He set the wooden spoon on the nearby napkin before coming over to greet you, kissing your temple before replying, "I went hunting."

You gasped, praying he was joking, pushing him away from you before he started laughing. "Relax, I'm just kidding. Vegetable soup."

"I don't know if I trust you now." You giggled before watching him go to the trash can to show you that he used cans of vegetables and a can of corned beef.

"I'd never do that," He shook his head. "Who do you think I am? Dahmer?"

"I'd sure hope not."

"I mean, I've done my fair share of bad things, but the things he did...wow. I remember reading about him when I was, you know, locked up."

"Whatcha got in the oven?"

"Cinamon streusel cake."

"Wow, you made that all yourself?" You asked, knowing you didn't have any cake mix of that stature in your pantry.

"Yeah... after I figured out how to use Google." He chuckled.

"I'm sure it'll be delicious."

"You got home just in time. It's almost done. Go get settled in and I'll have a bowl waiting on you. Figured we could watch a movie tonight if you wanted to."

"Of course, Michael."

Seriously, how was this man so perfect for you?

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

Desire

Sending Suggestive Imagery

Secretly, Michael hated having a cell phone on him, but he didn't deny that it was nice to be able to stay in touch with you while you were at work or out with your friends.

Although you wanted him to carry the phone with him when he would go out alone, he always wanted to find a way to ditch it as he didn't like having the extra weight on him.

You were at work and Michael was at home. He was a little under the weather that morning, so you didn't text him that morning to let him know you made it to work OK.

Side note: when Michael wasn't feeling good, loud noises were not in his favor.

Now with your afternoon lunch break, you had texted Michael to wonder how he was feeling.

"Feeling better?"

"Kind of. Just frustrated."

"Sexually or in general? lol"

He didn't respond quickly, but replied a half hour later, "The first one."

"Is that so? I think I know how to help with that..."

Oh, if you could’ve seen the smirk on Michael’s face once he saw that text from you… and the sudden arousal that tented his pants.

“Is that so?”

Later, he got a text with a suggestive photo attached to it - a beautiful selfie of you in your work uniform, however the v-neck was just a little bit lower, exposing your breasts more.

That view better be just for him.

“All mine.” He simply replied back.

Smirking to yourself, you had scrolled through your camera roll to find sexy photos of yourself you had taken to boost your confidence.

Photos that you have never shown Michael either..

His breath hitched as he opened the images, suddenly more aroused than what he had thought.

He also became suddenly angry that you weren’t expected to come home until after seven o’clock.

He reopened the second photo you sent him: your curves being well shaped by your thong on your hips in the orange glow of your decorative bathroom lights.

He was going to tear you up once you got home.

Scrolling through the rest of the photos again, he loved the one of the black and purple laced bra clinging to your breasts.

Looking at the clock, he grew irritated with the several hours he would have to wait until seeing you again.

And he hated to be teased, but damn he sure was lucky to have a woman like you.

It was then he texted you: “I’m going to have you all to myself tonight.”

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist

Desire

Lingerie

The closest thing to lingerie you owned was laced underwear, so this new one-piece set you had purchased was enough to turn your stomach into knots.

You didn't know how Michael would react once he saw you in this, but you hoped he liked it.

He had never seen you in lingerie before and you were afraid of his reaction. Not that he was mean to you, he was just unpredictable.

Nor was he too rough with you - you were just afraid that he wouldn't like it on you.

Oh, how you overthought everything...

With dusk approaching, you and Michael had planned to decorate the outside of your house with Halloween decorations.

Truly, the lace piece under your clothes was rather comfortable, making it easy to forget that it was on you.

Later, you had bent over in front of him to pick up one of the three tote boxes that contained the Halloween decorations, unaware that Michael had seen the lace peeking from under your shirt.

Immediate arousal engulfed him, his pupils dilating to the gorgeous being before him.

You.

He gently gripped your arm, pulling you back towards him as he looked at you with pure primal instinct.

You blushed, wondering how a man like him could find a woman like you attractive.

God, quit thinking negatively of yourself, girl!

You looked down at his hands, watching as they gently touched your body as he was desperate to explore the lace that caged your body.

"Do you like it?" You asked nervously.

He didn't respond - no nod, no groan, anything. You then began to frown as you were afraid he didn't like it - didn't like you.

Once again, you were wrong.

You felt his warm and large hands rest on your hips, pulling the hem of your shirt up slightly to reveal the lace caging your body.

Hearing his breath hitch, you blushed before feeling him pick you up to sit you on the nearby counter.

He was going to demolish you.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

October 9th - Michael Makes a Scary Yard Decoration and Finds Joy in Scaring the Neighbors

For once, you left Michael in charge of decorating for the month of October, considering you and Michael had just moved to a more remote location on the other side of Haddonfield.

You warned Michael to not go overboard with decorating as he had mentioned going "into detail" with his idea of decorations.

"Please don't make the chopped-up bodies under the mower display. Please! Our new neighbors have two four-year-old twins and I don't want to traumatize them. Let's just put up some cute pumpkins and scarecrows."

"Okay, I'll tone it down. You'll see when you get home."

"I'm not so sure I trust you..."

That's right, you didn't trust him with decorating your lawn with Halloween decorations as Michael had a very morbid sense of humor.

Last year, he decorated the front lawn with scattered body parts under your lawnmower - blood and artificial guts everywhere.

Let's just say you weren't the only one complaining.

You worked a short shift today, eager to get home in hopes of stopping Michael from completely ignoring your pleas for the simple month of October with no complaints from any neighbors.

Oh, you were wrong.

Once you pulled into your driveway, Michael had looked over his shoulder at you as if he were caught with his hand in the cookie jar - he had hung two skeletons from their necks from the biggest tree in your yard, dressed as pirates as Michael had been pounding a post into the ground with a sign on it that said: "Ye Be Warned".

As much as you wanted to be mad at him, you couldn't help but giggle at Michael's reaction to being caught.

"Michael..." You said, getting out of your vehicle, smirking at the mischevious look in his eye.

"What?"

"Have the neighbors seen this yet?"

Michael shrugged, "Haven't noticed."

You shuddered at the sudden shriek of young children's screams later from inside the house, Michael immediately standing up to look outside for a possible threat.

Instead, he smirked as he looked out the window, seeing the neighbor's two twins screaming and crying back to their mother at the sight of the decoration.

"Guess they saw it now." He chuckled.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

October 10th - Favorite Sitcom Marathon

When it came to television, Michael liked watching old horror movies.

He didn't really care for modern films and/or TV shows, but he did enjoy watching them with you.

Mainly because he liked hearing you laugh and hearing your commentary.

Your favorite TV show was That 70's Show...and was also Michael's growing favorite.

His favorite character was Hyde - mainly because he was a low-energy character with the wit and sarcasm of a man who had seen it all.

Your favorite character was Fes - mainly because of his accent and funny pickup lines as well as his comebacks.

You were finally scheduled off for a weekend and your and Michael's plans consisted of nothing but staying in and spending time together.

As much as you hated being cooped up all day due to your energetic nature, you thoroughly enjoyed it because you got to spend time with Michael.

He was also fantastic at making snack boards.

If he could, he could sit and watch an entire season in a day.

You, however, could not. You always would fall asleep after a certain amount of time, which Michael took advantage of as he'd steal your favorite candy and eat the rest of your popcorn.

He'd at least take off your glasses for you so that you wouldn't break them.

Let's just say it didn't take you two long to complete all seasons provided.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

Conflict

Using a Weapon (Knifeplay)

This was a big step and a big conversation regarding you and Michael's time in the bedroom.

You knew he liked to use a weapon, both physically (obviously) and sexually, but you were scared to let him use a knife during sex.

Not that he was going to use it to hurt you - it was just something different for you to experience.

The first round of sex was somewhat normal, however, Michael kept his mask and coveralls on, the knife in his back pocket of his coveralls.

With your left leg now resting on his shoulder as he thrust, he stopped briefly to remove the knife from his back pocket, his eye contact firm with you as he slowly traced the tip of the knife along the inside of your thigh, slower and slower until it rested at the back of your calf.

You couldn’t help but wince at the sudden feeling of the object on you, but you recognized that Michael’s touch was soft as he handled the knife delicately against your skin.

He smirked to himself, beginning to thrust again as he found satisfaction with watching your body twitch in reaction to the cold metal on your skin.

He used the blade to cut the rest of your underwear free from your body, causing you to gasp in surprise.

He then cut away the rest of your shirt, leaving your bra last.

He cut it effortlessly away from you to reveal your breasts and pert nipples.

He then traced the tip of the knife - blunt side down - along your sternum and down to your stomach.

He thrived on how you reacted to the cold steel against your skin, his arousal intensifying at the sight below him.

[annaphoenix1994]

Masterlist:

Conflict

Restraints

You and Michael were trying something new in the bedroom.

After discussing the matter over dinner, you became nervous as this was your first time doing any type of sexual activity whilst being restrained.

Michael assured you that doing so would bring you more pleasure than him and that it was no different than when he would pin your hands above your head against the wall or when he’d grasp your hands behind your back. It was all the same concept to him, except now he can use both of his hands.

After intense foreplay, you gave Michael permission for the restraints, shuddering as he sat a set of shackles on the bed next to you.

“Where’d you get these?” You giggled out of nervousness.

“I figured I could use them to my advantage some day.”

You knew he had escaped Smith’s Grove, but didn’t think he took the shackles with him.

You hoped he had a key as it would be rather embarrassing to discuss with a locksmith.

You bit your lip as you felt Michael restrain you - using a shackle to attach your wrist and ankle, using the other to do the same - making it look as if your arms were stuck at your sides.

He then moved to stand at the side of the bed, looking down at you as he had more ideas brewing in his mind. He had already used your shirt to blindfold you - leaving your mind wondering what he was going to do next.

Looking down at you with a primal gaze, he took an ice cube out of the glass on the nightstand, putting it between his lips before hovering over you, running the cold tip of the cube along your sternum, smirking as you jerked back, wincing as the cuffs pinched the sensitive skin of your wrists.

He continued to slide the ice cube down your torso, the heat coming from his mouth and the cold sensation from the ice was something insatiable, unable to control yourself from squirming under his touch as his hands slid down the sides of your body in one fluid motion as he continued to go further and further down, stopping at your panty line.

Leaving the ice cube just below your naval, he then began to place sensual and hot kisses on your exposed skin, eventually working his way up to your neck before going back down to your hot core, biting your inner thighs playfully, causing you to jerk back against the restraints.

“Don’t pull too hard. They bite.” He smirked, placing another kiss onto your lips before effortlessly flipping you onto your stomach, grasping your hips to move you into a bent over position.

Just perfect and just how he liked you - hot and ready for him.

[annaphoenix1994]

Kinktober with Michael Myers

Welcome! It's the most wonderful time of the year and I'm beyond excited to get my thoughts onto my blog! I hope you slasher fanatics enjoy and have a beyond spooky season!

Minors DNI! This is content that you shouldn't be seeing!

Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback is always welcome! Requests are also welcome!

October 1st - 4th: Lust

Desire

Striptease / Lingerie / Sending Suggestive Imagery / Dancing

October 5th - 8th: Envy

Possession

Marking Territory / Caught in the Act / Using a Toy in Public / Mirror Sex

October 9th - 12th: Wrath

Conflict

Restraints / Angry Sex / Using a Weapon / Orgasm Denial

October 13th - 17th: Greed

Satiation

Multiple Orgasms / Overstimulation / Multiple Rounds / Pampering / Servicing

October 18th - 22nd: Sloth

Comfort

Morning Sex / Clothes On / Lovemaking / Keeping Quiet / Baths or Showers

October 23rd - 27th: Gluttony

Intoxication

Oral Sex / Drunk Sex / Food Play / Blood Play / Smell

October 28th - 31st: Pride

Vanity

Public Sex / Getting Loud / Costumes or Masks / Exhibitionism

[annaphoenix1994]

One-Shot Masterlist Here:

Hold Still

NSFW Under the Cut!

Based from either 2018 Myers or RZ Myers x Fem. Reader

Sweet summer rain pelted the windows of the quiet home, the smell of marinara lingering in the kitchen, twining with the smell of the garlic knots she had made. Adjusting her fleece Halloween-themed socks on her feet, she made her way into the kitchen to wash her hands before making a plate for Michael, always ensuring that he ate first, although he always insisted otherwise. "Michael! Dinner's ready!" She announced, unaware of the sound of running water from the shower down the hallway.

After waiting a few moments, she began to wonder where he was, taking note of the naps he would take throughout the day. Seeing steam rolling from under her bathroom door, she had concluded that he had been taking a shower.

Now back into the kitchen putting away the rest of the pasta into tupperware, she felt Michael's presence behind her, smelling of Axe Chocolate body wash, in which she loved smelling on him. His beard tickled her neck delicately as he placed tender kisses on her shoulder. She giggled, leaning into his kisses as his hands began to explore her body as if it were the first time. "I'm guessing you're not ready to eat yet?" She giggled.

"Depends on what you're referring to."

She hesitated a breath, flustered, before turning around to face him, his massive stature making her look as if she were an illustration. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, his hands gripped just under her buttocks, lifting her up effortlessly to where she sat on the counter, seeing his eyes at a level standpoint. "I like what you're referring to better." She giggled.

His face was held idle in her hands as she kissed him, her right hand breaking off to explore his body as she continued to feel flustered by his touch. Now gripping his shoulders, her fingers clasping the thin fabric of his shirt, he carried her towards their bedroom, easing her onto her back as he rested between her legs, his left hand trailing up her bare thigh, his fingers resting at the hem of her shorts. Her legs curled around his hips, squeezing slightly as his lips lingered on her neck for a few moments before he began to slide her shorts down her legs.

Smirking at her moan, his beard began to tickle the inside of her thigh, feeling her fingers grasp at his arms as they began to ascend up her torso, cupping her breasts in his massive hands.

She enjoyed every touch and kiss he was giving her, biting her lip as she felt his size poke at her thigh, desperate to feel him. Surprised at his submission, she was now able to straddle him, pressing her palms against his chest as she began to kiss his body, his skin hot to the touch.

Once getting to the waistband of his pants, she sprang him free - his velvet length dripping for entry. She looked up at him before teasing the head with her tongue, savoring him. Feeling his breath hitch, she began to use the flat of her tongue to drive down his shaft, feeling him groan at the sensation. He was never one to put himself into a vulnerable position, but for this once, it felt nice.

In the dim light of their bedroom, he watched her head bob up and down on his length, amazed at how she could take his entire shaft in her mouth, feeling the tightness of her throat itself...

...in which it gave him an idea.

Grasping her hair in his hands to portray a ponytail, he forced her mouth off of him, watching the delicate ropes of pre-cum tying her lips and the tip of his penis together. He groaned as he watched her bite her lip as he guided her to where her head was hanging over the side of the bed. She giggled, eager to have his length stuffing her mouth, although she would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous.

His fingertips rested easily on her cheeks, waiting for her mouth to open wide for him. "Michael, I-I've never done it like this before."

"Take your time," He cooed. "Just be still."

She nodded, opening her mouth and feeling the tip of his penis enter her mouth. She kept breathing through her nose as she made herself relax, gripping his hand with hers to indicate any discomfort or if he needed to withdraw. Surprised that she hadn't squeezed his hand yet, he continued slowly, feeling her hot tongue embrace his shaft as he felt the back of her throat, easing himself further.

Her body recoiled slightly at the new feeling, his fingertips tracing the bulge of himself from her throat, smirking at the image below him. I wish I would've thought of this sooner he thought. Easing from her throat slightly, he let her readjust herself after feeling a tighter squeeze from her hand. "You alright?"

She wiped tears from her eyes at the pressure she had just experienced before nodding, "Yeah."

He wiped her hair from her face, watching her open her mouth to beg for him again, this time much easier. Feeling her throat resist slightly, he continued to push himself as he kept an eye on her body language, desperately not trying to hurt her. Grasping at her nipple, he cupped her breast as he slowly pumped his hips into her mouth. Her hands were now running up and down his legs, moaning occasionally as she was used to the intense pressure and new sensation he was giving her.

He reached over her, his fingers circling the small bundle of nerves between her folds, making her legs curl instinctively. "Hold still."

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OG Mikey x Fem. Reader

“Well, technically, it’s mine because it’s a part of my body…” She scoffed playfully as Michael had been playfully teasing her as she tried to do chores around the house, becoming flustered with every gesture he made.

“What?” He questioned, his brow rising.

She rolled her eyes and turned to face him, “I said: technically, it’s mine because it’s a part of my body…”

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?”

Her brow arched, “Yeah. What’re you going to do about it?” She smirked.

Then she saw his reaction. His eyes dilated to something primal and his jaw clenched as he approached her slowly, smirking slightly before bending down to pick her up, effortlessly throwing her over his shoulder, his muscle tissue vibrating with the giggles from his partner as he stomped towards the bedroom, smacking her rear with his right hand before tossing her down onto the bed, giving her no time to react as he nestled himself between her legs, taking her mouth in his.

She moaned as she tangled her fingers through his thick hair, her fingernails clasping at his scalp briefly, amused at how he loved the feeling as he groaned into her mouth, pausing briefly to enjoy the sensation before his right hand pushed down on her hip, pinning her to the mattress. His kisses were rough but also soft, knowing not to go too far and damage her. All of his weight was in his core, eager to claim her yet again with the many hours of overstimulation he was going to put her through. All driven by a single statement...

Technically, it's mine because it's on my body...

Oh, how wrong she would be.

“Hang your head over the edge of the bed.” He said, his voice low.

Biting her lip, she did as she was asked.

The tips of his fingers traced delicately along her throat, inhaling heavily at the thought of how swollen her throat would look as it complimented his member with every thrust. She moaned as she helped remove his pants, his size springing free from his underwear as she gripped the base of his shaft with her hand, seeming to be more eager than him on sucking him off.

The vibration from her moan once the tip of his length entered her mouth was more than extraordinary. Very much so that he fought the urge to lose it then and there, but he knew he had to prove her wrong. Her tongue enveloped his velvety length perfectly.

He looked down at her through the dim lighting of their bedroom, pleased at how her throat took his length with minimal gagging. Smirking, he traced his fingers over the new bulge in her throat, courtesy of him. Reaching for her breast, he toyed with her nipple as she continued to envelop him with her tongue and hand.

He was pleased after seeing her face contort to the sudden gag in her throat, thrusting into her mouth slightly harder, his hand clamping down on the base of her throat.

Holding his posture during his first orgasm, he made sure she swallowed his spend before pulling himself from her mouth, aroused as he watched ropes of his semen follow him as he pulled out. She smiled and licked her lips before tucking her bottom lip between her teeth. "It's still mine." She taunted, arching her brow.

Oh, big mistake.

He growled, tangling his right hand in her hair and yanking her to where she was on her stomach, pinning her head down against the mattress and his other hand grasping her hip, pulling her towards the edge of the bed. She giggled, pushing her legs together to continue taunting him, wincing as he smacked her rear, sure to leave a red mark. He grasped a handful of her hair again, pulling her up to where her back was pressed against his chest. "It won't be by the time I'm done." He whispered in her ear, biting at her earlobe before pressing a kiss to the back of her neck.

Biting her lip, she gasped, "We'll see about that."

Satisfied at hearing his grunt of disagreement, he wasted no time in teasing her. In fact, he sheathed himself completely inside of her, sure that her lip would bleed at how hard she bit it. With his left hand grasping her buttock, his right hand stayed tangled in her tresses and kept her in place.

By the time her rear was completely red from his grip, it wasn't long before he had released a second load of his spend inside of her, keeping himself inside of her as he continued to pulsate. She panted as he eased his grip on her hair, removing himself from her, still erect. She smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, biting his bottom lip teasingly, "Still mine."

He grinned into the kiss, gripping her thigh to turn her onto her back, pressing himself back into her, smirking at the wince she let out as she was beginning to get sore. Gripping her throat, he pressed his thumb into her, hearing her gasp for air as he continued to pump into her. "Sure about that?" He grumbled, hearing her wince and moan with every sensitive thrust, clearly giving no impression that he was done yet. Rolling his hips, he thrust upward, causing her to arch her back and attempt to struggle from his grasp, but it was no use.

He stared at her face with every thrust, tilting his head as he studied her. He could applaud her for how much she could endeavor with no complaints, only taunts. "I'm sure." She panted, a weak smile spreading on her lips before a sharp gasp could be heard after feeling his thumb on her clit, tracing circles over the sensitive organ with every thrust. Soon, her legs clamped around his hips and he could feel her calves tensing and shaking followed by her hand coming up to claw at his back. Riding out her orgasm, she kept her nails dug into his skin, feeling his lips on hers as she moaned into his mouth, begging for the overstimulation to stop as he was nowhere finished.

"It's yours!" She gasped. "It's yours!"

He grinned against her lips, his thrusts stopping briefly. "What was that?"

"Yours," She panted. "All yours."

He rewarded her with a kiss, "I know."