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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! :)
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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
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Simon "Ghost" Riley x OG Female Character One-Shots & Short Story Masterlist:
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It Goes On (Ongoing Series - Not One-Shots)
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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."
