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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

It was October 31st, Halloween night. The same night where those brutal killings happened all of those years ago at the old Myers house. Every year Haddonfield put up the same memorials for the victims of Michael Myers, who knew a 10 year old could kill an adult man and two teenagers bigger than him? To this day his killings left a cruel chill on the town. Every year the post and news released the same segments remembering his victims, his older sister Judith Myers, her boyfriend, and their apparent stepfather Ronnie. And of course, Deborah Myers herself who took her life after Michael had murdered his nurse proving he couldn’t be released or cured for his condition. 

The streets were bustling with many alike, people of all ages. Young, kids, teenagers, tired parents, horny young adults.. Every street was lit up with extravagant Halloween decorations, custom carved pumpkins sitting on properties as little kids wearing costumes ran around the busy streets knocking at each house for candy. Some houses were off limits since they were full of adults or young teachers living it up and partying. 

However there was one house that sat alone, abandoned, reclaimed by mother nature.. Fenced off for public safety with an aged ‘’NO TRESSPASSING’’ sign standing like an angry knight willing to protect its kingdom, that house was the Myers house. Completely abandoned and left untouched since that horrific night, even the police tape was still there. Now aged and falling apart due to the weather.

‘’C’mon baby! Don’t be a pussy..’’ Your boyfriend teased, jumping over the old wire fence as his boots made contact with the cracked concrete, large weeds and grass reclaiming what man built. You rolled your eyes as your fingers slipped into the wire mesh, hooking the tips of your shoes into the mess as you climbed over. ‘’M’ not being a pussy! This place is freaky.’’ You said back, slight irritation and annoyance biting your tone. 

THUNK!

Your shoes made contact with the ground as you left out a soft huff of exertion, straightening your knees as you dusted yourself of course your boyfriend wanted to spend the night at the Myers house to see if the rumors were true, he brought all of his ghost shit he bought off of ebay. ‘’Awwwh, my baby is scared?’’ He cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair. Inhaling the way your hair smelt like coconut & Hawaiian ginger. You always smelt really good, you gave him a ‘’really ho?’’ glance as you two walked towards the rotted porch. ‘’Not scared, just nervous. This place has been abandoned for over 15 years Bob.’’ You commented as your eyes swept over the entire estate, taking notice of how decrypt it really was. Plants completely overgrown, wood rotted, paneling falling off the house, shingles from the roof on the ground.. This place was completely rotted, untouched by life for 15 whole years. The aura this house held was far from welcoming and friendly, it was almost like the house was alive.

‘’Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll protect you from the spooky ghosts looking for revenge.’’ Bob cooed as he walked you two inside, taking out the key Laurie had given you earlier today since she needed you to drop something off here. You never returned it after Bob found out you had the key, he had been pestering Laurie to cough it up for months now. He struggled to get the rusted key into the old lock, you struggled with it earlier as well.. The front door was a pain in the ass apparently, Laurie said the entire lock mechanism was clogged and rusted. But finally, after a few embarrassing seconds of arguing with a door made in the 90s a little ‘’click!’’ came from the lock. You started coughing immediately when the smell of dust and old air assaulted your nostrils, the house had the faintest smell of rot. You couldn’t tell if it was the house itself or from how much blood and guts had been strung everywhere. The interior looked worse than the exterior, old wallpaper ripped away to reveal the inner workings of this house that had completely rusted over. Floorboards missing or broken, trash and debris everywhere, old furniture with mysterious stains left to rot.. Some being covered by a dusty white sheet. ‘’Holy shit this place is so fucking creepy!’’ Bob exclaimed as he reached into his backpack, taking out his handheld camera and recording. Getting shots of literally everything as you stood there with your arms crossed. 

The hairs on your arms and neck were standing up, that feeling of death and misfortune felt worse here than it did outside. And it didn’t help that there was no working power, running water, or working plumbing in this damn house. And the fact you two came here at night. You followed your boyfriend like a lost puppy as he recorded and ‘’documented’’ every square inch of this entire estate. Goosebumps began to form on your skin randomly, at first you brushed it off but you slowly began to feel like you were being watched. Failing to realize you were being watched from a hulking figure standing in the dark stairwell of the basement. 

You and Bob set up camp upstairs in Judith’s bedroom so he could get the ‘’full effect’’ of paranormal activity, thank god you convinced him to bring fresh sheets because there was no way you were willing to sleep on the rotten blood stained mattress on the floor. Bob did his little paranormal shit as you laid on the bed and watched him, bored out of your mind till you coaxed him for his attention. Which he fulfilled gladly, laying on top of you as he made out with you. His camera was still recording and perched on an old vanity chair that was facing the mattress. ‘’Mmph–’’ You moaned as you felt his hips grind into you, your clothes were tossed carelessly on the floor leaving you more bare than Eve as his clothed cock bumped into your slick hole. ‘’F–Fuck–Wait..’’ He pulled back even though your lips hungrily chased him, upset he pulled away. ‘’What?’’ You whined in frustration, rolling your hips into his to try and coax him into forgetting. ‘’I forgot the beer..’’ He panted as he sat up, pulling himself away from you even though you were absolutely crying about it. ‘’We don’t need it–Please..’’ You cried out but he was already walking out the door.

He always did this shit, right when things were about to get good. You watched in pure frustration and irritation as he just left, leaving you completely sprawled out and naked on the bed. Bob grabbed his van keys as he walked down the old creaky steps to the house, not noticing a figure standing in the dark hallway watching his every move. He went outside and to the van and grabbed the cooler of beer he brought, locking the van before heading back inside.. But before he could even get all the way up to the stairs–’’UGYCK!’’ Came from his throat as a massive and rough hand wrapped around it, his eyes widening as he dropped the cooler to the ground with a loud thunk. His hands shooting up around the hand and violently thrashing as he was lifted up off the ground, his mouth gaped like a goldfish as he was met with an old white mask. Fear and pain overtaking his senses as he realized exactly who this maniac was.. 

Michael Myers, the boogeyman of Haddonfield had returned. Michael had been watching you two ever since the van pulled up on the side of the road, you two were just too stupid to realize the whole time someone was stalking you. He was just waiting to get you both separated and alone, his large hand strangled Bob. Feeling the bones in his neck pop as Bob violently struggled for his life, thrashing his legs trying to kick the brute. But his kicks felt like little taps to Michael, Michael’s cold icy eyes were trained on the way Bob’s face turned purple. All of the pink and color in his face drained like spilled milk as he went as pale as a ghost. Gags escaped his pulsing pharynx, losing oxygen the more he struggled and panicked.. That’s when his eyes snapped to the obscenely large kitchen knife gleaming from the moonlight pouring in from the boarded up windows. ‘’HRRRK!’’ He gagged out as the figure slammed the rusted blade straight into his aorta. Tearing through the large artery like butter as blood gagged out from his throat and ran down his chin, his eyes bulging out on a snail as he choked on his own blood. His arms and legs gave out immediately from the loss of blood flow, going limp as Michael rammed his lifeless corpse into the wall. Sinking his knife deeper and deeper till it cut through muscles and was poking through his back. Blood splattered everywhere, getting all over the old water stained wallpaper and the floor as Michael stepped back. Admiring his work, tilting his head like it was a piece of art to be framed..

‘’oooah–fuuuckkk..’’ You whimpered out as you rubbed your sloppy hole onto the pillow, humping the soft cushion as your thighs tightened. Your slick leaking out and coating the sheet as you bounced on it, hand pawing at the edge to keep it pressed tight against you. Where was Bob? What the fuck was taking him so long? You thought, before you felt eyes on you and heard the door creak open.. Fucking finally! You hazily turned your head around and saw–Well, something. You thought it was Bob playing a prank on you, he was wearing a sheet and Bob’s glasses–So it was Bob. Not seeing the blood soaked hand as he raised a cold beer to you, trying to lure you over to grab it. ‘’Nooo–don’t want it..’’ You mewled out as you lifted up your ass, showing him your needy pulsing hole. ‘’ppllleeaseeee.. I want your dick so baaaddd!’’ You begged like your life depended on it, and honestly? If you knew you were trying to coax the Michael Myers into fucking you it would be. Michael’s eyebrows raised when he saw you deny the beer and instead flash him, a part of him wanted to be disgusted and just crush every rib in your body slowly till you were begging for forgiveness.. The other part was trained on the way a glob of fat slick sputtered out of your hole and onto the wet pillow.

Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of glass shattering on the floor and heavy footsteps making a run for the bed, letting out a pathetic gasp when you felt two hands clamp down onto your bare hips. They felt rough–Like a big cat's tongue, but they effectively dragged you all the way to the middle as ‘’Bob’s’’ knees thumped against the shitty old mattress. Michael was panting underneath that sheet and his mask, both hands leaving your hips to spread open your cheeks. Staring directly at that sputtering hole that was practically pulsing every syllable of his name, Michael never had a sexual urge. He never got the point of sex besides reproduction.. But shit just seeing the way your beautiful spine was arched and you were begging him to fuck you had him reconsidering his plans for tonight. ‘’AH!’’ You yelped out loudly when you felt that hand come down with a thunderous crack on your ass, if you weren’t so horny you’d recognize those were not your boyfriends hands. 

Michael watched in awe as your body jiggled on impact, that perfect ass moving like water sloshing in a cup as your whole body jolted. Your thighs clenching around your hole trying to get friction as he kept spanking you. ‘’FUCK! AH! AH! M’ SORRY–’’ You sobbed out in agony and pleasure, thinking you pissed off your boyfriend when in reality you were saving several lives right now including your own. Michael practically chuffed at seeing his bloody handprints mark your ass, the last touch your now ex-boyfriend would ever receive from you. You didn’t notice the warm liquid lathering all over your stinging bare skin, if you did you’d probably just organize it in your brain as beer from when he broke the bottle. Your arms wrapped around the pillow you just had between your legs to cuddle with it as your boyfriend literally beat your ass raw, every slap had you bouncing and screaming.. Tears prickling in the corner of your eyes as welts and bruises formed from his hands, he only stopped temporarily to see his work. And how there was a small puddle of slick underneath you, Michael’s cock violently swelled in his coveralls.. He couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand moved to your hip as the other went underneath the sheet and yanked down the zipper to his coveralls, pulling his cock out of his boxers as he lifted up the sheet slightly. Still concealing his identity but letting his heavy & thick dick rub between you. You twitched violently at the stimulation you’ve been looking for, thighs threatening to close as you grinded down on his shaft. ‘’p,please bobby,’’ you panted out, ‘’no more teasing..’’ You whimpering your ex-boyfriend's name had Michael boiling, he uncoordinatedly lined up and ruthlessly bullied every inch of his shaft into your tight hole. And immediately you realized–This was not your boyfriend. Bob was taller than you and average size, this dick you were being bullied into taking? It felt like 13 inches–Maybe more. And the stretch was absolutely painful yet heavenly from how thick he was, he was filing you up more than any dildo could. One part of you wanted to scream and kick him off–but fuck! 

‘’HHAAA!’’ You wailed out feeling him hit your hilt, bulbous tip right against the second layer of tightness. Every inch of him was harassing your g-spot and spots you didn’t even know existed, and Michael was behind you shaking from trying not to cum right now. Both of his hands are violently trembling on your hips. Fingers hooking deep into your flesh as his blunt nails dug into your skin, you could hear this man struggling to breathe behind you. Every pant and loud intake of oxygen, ‘’s’soo biiiggg..’’ You babbled by accident. His dick was already making you dizzy and stupid, his heavy balls against your ass. Michael let out a tiny chuckle that you barely heard, the only emotion or verbalization he’s done in 15 years.. Only because he had some prime hole clenching around him, first compliment he’s gotten in a long while too. ‘’UH!’’ Jumped from your throat as he brutally rammed his hips into your raw ass, causing you to squirm which only made his pace more violent. Somehow this stranger achieved deep yet incredibly fast and brutal strokes as he knocked both the wind and brain cells from you. Nails cutting into the wet pillowsheet for stability as he drilled into your slutty hole like his life depended on it.

Poor Mikey was huffing and puffing underneath that sheet, fogging up Bob’s cracked glasses as his eyes were glued onto your ass and lower back. Watching every twitch, jiggle, squirm–His head rolled back from you strangling his cock like he owed you money. His hand snaked up to your throat and squeezed hard, fingers clamping down on your larynx and trachea as he cut off all oxygen intake for you. Suffocating you as he fucked your guts out, you choked on your own spit and lack of oxygen. Gagging as your hands went around his, panic filling your body as you tried to pull off his hand. But if anything that caused him to tighten on your throat as he heard you gag and choke, still pulverizing his hips into that red ass. His eyes rolling back into his skull as he felt you tightening up harder and harder on him with every choke. 

Your vision got all spotty and dark, as your brain felt heavy, your whole body felt heavy–’’UGHH!’’ You choked out when his life threatening grip disappeared. Allowing oxygen to fill your lungs again as you coughed and sucked in air like you had spent years without it, you wanted to scream at him but all that came out were stupid little mewls and moans as your hips did all the communication. Slamming back against his thick hips like you needed his babies, your fingers slipped between his as you led him away from your throat and down to your belly. Making him feel your belly bulge that was ramming back n’ forth, and Michael damn near had a heart attack.. He was too big for you, and holy shit he loved it. His hand kept yours intertwined as he massaged and pressed the bulge back in making you buck like a goat. ‘’AH! AH! UH–UHHH!’’ You sobbed out as your head laid down on the filthy pillow, his pace getting ferocious and uncontrollable. His thick shaft sliding perfectly against your pulsing walls, massaging them as every vein on his heavy cock ran against the sensitive spots in you. Hypnotizing your hole to milk him like a pump on a cows udder, ‘’m’ gonnaaa commmeee!’’ You squealed out like a caught mouse as you came so hard on his cock you blacked out, only feeling a thick and hot wave filling you up like icing. 

HALLOWEEN, 2009.

You surprisingly landed a job during Halloween, you’ve been bugging–Hell border lining harassing your boss to let you work Halloween night for one reason: The money. Halloween night was the one night this place was packed to the brim with drunken horny clients who threw their whole life savings at the dancers. And you needed that extra cash desperately, especially since your landlord is up charging your rent because you had to pay out of pocket for a new roof he didn’t like. And also because you couldn’t afford to get a lawyer because of your college fees eating your money.

Your boss was a major sleaze bag who sexually harassed all of the girls, minus you at times because in his words and I quote.. You're a major bitch and he only keeps you working here because men drool all over your ankles. He saved Halloween night for the night he only allowed his ‘’best’’ to work. Which you weren’t a part of till Crystal called out because she was taking her son trick-or-treating. So, reluctantly, he called you. Putting you on the shift and you were excited. You desperately needed this extra cash–hell maybe you could finally have some left over to buy yourself something new.

You arrived an hour early for the sole purpose of claiming one of the main stages and eating something fresh, thankfully it was just you and the two nice chefs who made you something to eat before you got busy. You didn’t realize just how many people showed up till the floodgates began to flow open–And it was a real busy night. Extremely overcrowded–But hell, you were in a hurricane of cash that wouldn’t stop flowing till it hit 4 AM. And the club closed, you and a few other dancers helped clean up just to be nice. The other dancers left and tipped everyone out and you stayed behind to talk schedules with your boss.

‘’Hey–So I was just wondering–’’ You said, opening the old red door that led to your boss's over-decorated office. He made it look like a porn director's office. And right on his fat ass was his old self, and one of the dancers you knew as Candy. She was a major bitch who always wore lotion and never cleaned her pole properly after sets. And she was in his lap making out and grinding on him trying to land herself a promotion probably, ‘’Can’t you fuckin’ see I’m busy here?’’ He snapped, his greasy hands on the naked back of Candy who was sneering at you. ‘’Never mind, wasn’t important anyways.’’ You snapped, hearing him mumble and moan about you having a stick up your ass as you heard Candy moan about wanting his in hers–Gross. You did not want to hear your boss give one of your coworkers anal, fucking nasty.. You shut the door and shivered at the unfortunate conversation you walked in on as you went back to the main area of the strip club to tip out the staff.

That’s when you noticed a big homeless man staring at one of the poles, the main one–He scared you. A jolt going through your body at the sight, you didn’t think anyone would get in because the front doors were locked already. But you failed to notice the blood caked on his hands. You had looked around the fluorescent lit club, wondering how he got in. Maybe from the back door, maybe the janitor left it open by accident.. You always felt bad for homeless people, no matter how psycho or how bad they smelt. They were once someone's baby, a human in society till they lost touch. Nobody to help them back up.. 

‘’Hey… I’m sorry but we are closed sir.’’ You spoke softly, not wanting to frighten him, you saw his hooded head turn slightly. But not all the way, a turn of acknowledgment. ‘’Can I get you any food? Or some water maybe? I can call the shelter and see if they can take you in.’’ You offered with a sweet voice, almost like you were speaking to a frightened animal. Making your voice as friendly, warm, loving and accepting as possible. You didn’t know the last time he was treated like a person, and you wanted him to trust you. 

You didn’t know the man you were baby-talking was the infamous Michael Myers, the law enforcement assured he had died 4 years back. And you all believed it, no attacks since that horrific night. You all didn’t know he just collected his vices and hid for those 4 years, only killing other homeless and hikers.. And people who lived on isolated land. Ransacking their homes for food the times he didn’t eat squirrels or raccoons.. Or dogs. 

He turned around fully, his face obscured by a large shadow from his hood. He was wearing all different clothes.. Clothes that covered his dirty, gory mechanic jumpsuit. Making him look like a harmless hobo, not a vicious killer. You could feel his gaze on you, your brain too pure to realize the stare of absolute murder and hate he was giving you till you offered your hand out. One person tried this before, the janitor that taught him to be reserved and to stop speaking. The same janitor he brutalized in his escape all those years ago. He went to break or tear your hand off your body, but you began to drag him over to the bar. 

You took him back behind the counter as you got him a glass of fresh cold water, handing it to him. Michael stared at the water for a few seconds. Registering you weren’t being mean or scared. Hell he couldn’t sense a drop of fear in you. His dirty large hand reached out and grabbed the cup, some dirt rubbing off and mixing with the water droplets on the clean cup as he gulped it down and you let out a small giggle. ‘’Thirsty huh? Lemme get you one of the jugs in the back.. Stay put, okay?’’ You asked, patting his arm in the process. Your kindness and affection was foreign to him.. But not unwelcome. 

You went into the kitchen and to the industrial fridge, opening the metal doors as you pulled out one of the cold water jugs. The kitchen was clean and the chefs were long gone, they left an hour ago. Now Michael could have used this time to walk off, murder your boss and Candy.. And you, and leave. But his feet, they wouldn’t pick up and follow through with his requests. They didn’t aid him like they’d always do. His ears perked as his dead icy blue eyes shot to the kitchen doors as you stepped out, handing him the jug. And that’s when you said something that caught him off guard.

‘’Good boy–Oh, sorry.’’ You praised, missing the small whimper that escaped his lips when he heard the praise. Not noticing how his hand flexed around the handle of the jug or the way his thighs twitched. He uncapped the bottle and chugged the fresh cold water. Not wasting a drop as he silently groaned at how good it felt to be rehydrated.. How his dry throat quickly became moist again. You watched in both concern and amusement as he chugged it down till the whole bottle was completely empty. Watching him bring an arm to his lips to wipe off any excess.. You leaned over, bending over slightly over the counter to grab the phone hooked up to the wall. ‘’Now let’s call someone for you, okay..?’’ You said, not seeing how he got behind you.. Well, not until he caged you.

–

This was insane, you shouldn’t be doing this. This was wrong on so many levels–But fuck, you couldn’t stop moaning from how his fat tip messily tried to get into your gaping hungry entrance as he coated his pulsing cock in your essence, his hips shaking as he tried to not enter you. His arms were wrapped tightly around your midsection, keeping you half on the counter half in the air. Your chest squished against the cold metal and bottom half lifted and bent as he finally tried to sink in. Your body rejected at first–He was huge! Well, until he began to force his cock into you as you whimpered and gasped. ‘’S–Shit! waitwaitwait go sloww–’’ You cried out when the man behind you did no such thing, pummeling his hips down brutally against your ass, shoving his thick cock down into you. All the way to the hilt, you could feel him throbbing against your g-spot as he shivered. Faint pants and grunts being heard from behind you.

Your head swung against the counter, resting your warm cheek against the cold sanitized metal. Whimpering and gasping out to him pathetically, ‘’s,soo biggg.. mhmp..’’ You cried, your gummy slick walls squeezing his length greedily. Already trying to milk him. Michael never understood sex or mindless pleasure, he’s had a vendetta against it since that’s what broke his mental state as a child. But now he completely understood it, it felt so good to be buried so deep in you. He could do this allll day, and he will. Shit, he wasn’t going to kill you after this! How could he? You’ve been so sweet and now he was stuffing you like a thanksgiving turkey. 

His hips gently rocked, a bit uncoordinated since he had no clue what he was doing. But him having a stupidly big dick made up for it immediately. A high pitched gasp escaped you as he rocked his hips back and forth, not pulling out yet. You swore if he did that might kill you. Soft sighs and hums of content and bliss escaped you as he gently fucked you, scared if he went any quicker or harder he’d spilt you in two. But there was no way you could come from this as he kept this slow pace you got uncomfortably familiar with. It felt good–But wasn’t enough. Your pleaser heels gripped the tile floor as you pushed back, signaling you wanted it harder. But he took that as a stop, a small sob coming from your lips. ‘’N–No! Nono, wait–I didn’t mean stop.. Go harder please!’’ That’s all you had to say, because in an instant his pace went too cautious and nervous to a punishing pummel. Forcing you to wring out any pre from his leaking dick. The pleasure that quickly ate up your brain could only be described as violent, burning your brain cells like a warzone. Turning your head all fuzzy as you moaned and arched your back like a cat in heat. Trying to make him carve you deeper.

If only you knew who was giving you the nastiest backshots ever was the shape of haddonfield himself, ‘’true evil’’ you’ve heard. You have seen the billboards and ads about the Michael Myers psychiatrist, his book that was nothing more than a case gone public. Practically violating HIPPA in every way, you saw the books and ted talks as nothing more than an easy cash grab. Showing the unfortunate failures of the system, showing how most doctors only care about the money and fame rather than the health and wellbeing of others. Others said he was trying to raise awareness, you begged to differ. 

Michael’s brain was all fuzzy and hazy, just letting his hips brutalize your insides. Loud and wet squelches and squishes coming from every punishing thrust, he didn’t know what he was punishing you for.. Maybe for having good pussy who knows, for once he didn’t have an answer. He just let growls and grunts escape him as he pulled out halfway and slammed back in, knees shuddering upon feeling you clench down harder and your small sobs. ‘’so good–your soo good..’’ he heard you pathetically whimper out, which made his whole cock violently throb catching your very disoriented attention. ‘’Y,You're so bigg.. N’ thick. Fillin’ me up soo good..’’ You mewled out, trying to grind your hips up into his. Shivering when you felt his rough pubic hair assault your clit, the man above you snarled. A full on snarl at your praises, he got so mad that you were praising him. He was already horny enough and now it was taking up his whole brain. </3

His hips got meaner, slamming you down into the countertop. You could hear your ass slapping down against the warm granite, getting wet from your slick and his pre-smeared all over. A small gasp escaped you upon feeling a knot in your tummy getting tighter, but you couldn’t rub yourself since your hands were stuck on his clothed back.. Not to mention he was so compressed down onto you couldn’t reach, so you did the next best and rubbed yourself all over his pelvis. Whimpering from how rough his skin was, he was so worth the STD.. 

Michael didn’t notice anything, too busy with his head buried in your neck pounding away, thick drool escaping his rough lips. Rehydrating any dead skin on them as it leaked down his chin, he held you in a vice. Not letting you move period, stripping the ability from you just so he could fuck you good. Soft and loud gasps ripped from you as you got closer and closer until–

You felt him shudder when you came, and pull back slightly. Looking at the mess that just squirted all over his messy pelvis and stomach. Reaching down to touch it, you were beyond embarrassed. ‘’S,shit–I’m sorry! I forgot too–AH!’’ You squealed like a pig when he flipped you over so you were facing him now. Legs over his hips as he sunk somehow deeper into you. ‘’Oooh–Fuck..’’ You cried out, shaky hand coming up to your sensitive clit and rubbing. Chest sputtering with every breath as his hips started to stupidly pound you. He didn’t know what you just did, but he liked it. And wanted you to do it again, and again.. And again.. It was safe to say you weren’t leaving this counter.

The man’s pace got meaner and more violent as he brutally hunted his release, not chased, hunted. He kept bucking his hips so hard you could feel your hip bones fracturing. Right when he was about to come, he fucked the smart into you. ‘’W–WAIT! Wait! You can’t come insid–nngghh..’’ Your worry was shot all the way down to hell when you felt that delicious warmth flood you, feeling the man on top of you collapse as he messily hummed his load into you. Plugging you up and making sure nothing dripped out, like he wanted you pregnant. Maybe he did.. Maybe he didn’t, maybe it was his way of marking his claim on you. Maybe not. You panted as you tried to rub yourself again, wanting to come one more time before this was all over. And he immediately noticed and rose from the dead to look at you. 

Icy blue eyes peering down at your pitiful show, seeing how you used all fingers to try and get yourself off–But failing miserably. When you noticed he noticed, you started begging. ‘’P,please.. You just have to rub–That’s all..Please! M’ so closee..’’ You whined, how could he turn you away? After all he wasn’t done, his rough filthy hand came up to your sensitive clit. Knocking your hand away as he started to rub, seeing how your thighs locked onto his hips and your hips began to buck. You wanted more? That’s okay, he’d give you more and then some.  He rubbed mean, uncoordinated rough circles that somehow was equivalent to heaven.

You squirmed slightly when you heard and felt the creamy mess sticking to your pelvis, a mix of yours and his cum just pooling there. Getting all over his fingers that were desperately trying to get you off again, trying to ram his dick so hard into you your belly had an obvious bulge. When he heard those sweet little gasps and cries again that he learned built up to your orgasm his pace got sloppy and rough. Your head was lolled all the way back as you came for the second time tonight, splashing him again with your cum as whimpers escaped you at him rubbing you through. That also made it get everywhere, you could hear the liquid splattering down onto the floor. Michael at this point lost it and threw your legs up on his shoulders, having a bruising grip on your hips as he focused on chasing his finish. It was too much–Every loud squelch, your pelvis’s smacking together.. Everything, you were getting too fuzzy brained to focus. 

‘’W, wait.. S’ too much–’’ You whimpered out hoping he’d take the hint, but he didn’t. This man was 100% pussy drunk off of you, you’ve never seen a man so feral over it ever.. Not even on your porn and twitter links you’d find yourself on at 2 AM, you cried out at the ridiculous angle he threw you in. Your back arching off of the messy countertop as you heard his grunts and groans clearly. They sounded primal–You’ve never heard anyone sound like that before. His chest violently heaved as you screamed out in bliss, feeling him fill you up to the brim again. Pumping his hips to ensure his load stayed in before collapsing on top of you.