Pure bliss. You will see a new side of Will graham. So mellifluous and relaxed. It’s like he became another man
The moment you put your hands in his hair he’s gone. Simply gone. He could have been ranting about something,but the moment his hair move he’s already blissed out
Becomes a daily routine. There won’t be a single night where you aren’t playing with his hair, scratching and massaging his scalp
Oh dear. What’s this pleasurable experience? Is this how Heaven feels?
Legit you thought he didn’t know what a scalp massage was until you played with that luscious hair, that he felt himself become boneless
He knew you enjoyed it that much, but now he understood why you looked so cute when he did it
Hopefully you have nowhere to go, cause you will have a 6’ ft cannibal on his knees, head in your lap, letting you play with hair
It was your reward for being so obedient in the last few months, where he had been so stressed he was about to snap
He trusted you to take care of him, letting go just this time. Just for you my dear. He’s playing by your rules tonight
And, oh how you enjoyed moving your hand through his hair, scratching gently and massaging his poor brain
You could feel him purring, the sound making your chest vibrate. It was an incredible sight to see one of the most dangerous man so pliant and relaxed
It quickly becomes routine,cause he felt pure peace and joy, and truth be told, he never felt so relaxed in his life
Oh boy. What’s this new sensation? It’s fucking addicting, darlin. Won’t play with him some more, would you?
The trust he out into you, you have no idea. He was showing you his vulnerable side, and you didn’t disappoint him.
He literally became jelly after the first few minutes, and by the time you were done, he was already asleep, snoring happily away
Everytime he’s stressed about something, this will be his go to way to chill. And he gets to spend time with you
It was an accidental discovery. He was looking for something to eat and he heard you sing. And well..he could always eat later
He followed the sound and he saw you folding the clothes, while singing and wearing just shorts. Pure Heaven. Just pure Heaven
Doesn’t matter if you were singing something metal, country,pop or rap, he stood there listening to you for an indefinite amount of time
You noticed him leaning on the doorframe,but went on with your task. It wasn’t the first time he heard you sing, or so you thought
Will have his camera on for the moment. He needs to have this recording, cause he will put them to good use later.
Will make renovations in the house to hear your singing more clearly. That’s money well spent in his books
Does he have an entire file about you? He absolutely does. And it’s a lot of videos. Seriously, how much he paid for that 1T?
Is his ringtone one your singing moments? Absolutely. And what were you singing? Defence of Moscow by Sabaton
Probably the first time he heard you sing. He honestly spent a lot of time out for work, so he wasn’t exactly aware of this habit of yours
Pleasantly surprised. Your voice is like a calming balm. It doesn’t matter what happened before he set foot in the house, your voice has already washed away every problem
Will he set your voice as a ringtone? Yes, he has. And he has file audio of you singing to hear. So whenever he’s at work, you are always there with him
Did you just call him at lunch time to sing a new song you heard on the radio that , casually, reminded you of him? Of course you did.
Did he mind to? No, he did not. That small but true smile was only for you. You make his days brighter and lighter than they usually are
Did he make suggestions? Probably has,but you don’t mind. Leaving with him has given you a clear idea of what songs he may listen to
And yes, you had an impromptu song over Bach or Chopin. And he lived every second of it.
He heard someone singing Hayloft in his garage. And it was you. He heard also your rendition of Skillet, and he stopped dead in his tracks
Your voice…it was just mesmerizing. Like a siren for a lost sailor. And oh, he was drawn to you like a moth to flame
No matter what was on, you would gladly sing it, and he would stare like a lovestruck puppy. And yes, you teased him about this
He denies having ever gone soft whenever you sang in his presence. He will not give you this satisfaction,no matter how hard you try
As Asa, he will demand you to sing more for him. But you already do, so win-win situation
I didn’t tell you this…but you managed to sing together ‘Can you feel the love tonight?’ and record the event.
You are already his muse,but this…this goes beyond his expectations. You could sing? And you didn’t tell him?
He usually would listen to more classical music,but he didn’t mind putting on something different, just to hear your voice
His artistic side shine brighter the days you were down in the basement with him, singing while he worked the new statue
Will probably melt if you sing something romantic directly to him. You can see his face go bright red ,even from beyond the wax mask.
Please for your sake don’t fluster him too much. He can’t sign when his thoughts have just been replaced by mush, y/n
If you find some drawings as a thanking gift, you know that Vincent had just been there.
A/n: these will be heavy. I won’t go into the rape details,but if you feel uncomfortable reading this, leave this fic alone.For Asa, it will be Arkin. If you want another slasher let me know
For those who don’t….enjoy your stay
Tw: toxic relationship, mention of violence (off-screen),mention of rape ( off-screen),yandere themes
The squelching sound of flesh pounding against flesh was defeaning. You could only feel that punishing pace he had set for you. You felt tears falling down your cheeks. You prayed that Asa was on his way to find you, or God help you with a quick death.
His hands were groping your body, making you feel incredibly dirty. Why? Why you? Why did he have to do that, when you were just a normal human being? Why…?
-Fuck…you are a tight slut, aren’t you? Look at you, taking me so well. What would your “beloved” think? Uh, seeing you bend for me like the whore you are,yeah that’s what you are, mine to use as I please-
You cried and cried and cried. It had been hours,maybe days,but who knew. It felt like an eternity. Everyday the same burning pain, the shame that accompanied this vile act. Would Asa accept you back, even after this? With that last grunts, he finished his business, re dressed and went away.
You were thirsty,hungry and hurt. You were desperate to find a way to escape. Anything to get away from that man.
You heard what seemed like a door being unlocked. No,not again, please,not again. Footsteps coming your way, light like the wind. And then….a hand. Asa, he was here, he came for you. You weeped even more, finally glad that he had come for you, that he hadn’t forgotten you. His hands were moving fast, and one after one,he freed your limbs from the chain. You fell into his arms with a low whine of pain. You didn’t remember much, apart from a voice shushing you, and the feeling of being moved. You were so tired.
He was furious. First he had let you get kidnapped by Arkin, and then….he….he raped you, right in front of his eyes. Cause that bastard knew he was there. That’s why he had been so rough with you.He would pay, dearly for his mistake. And he was quick to knock him out with a strong sedative, shove him in a trunk, and drive away. First to leave him at the hotel,secured. Then at home.
You were unconscious,the strain put on your body and mind to much to bear. He was looking at you, at your broken body, feeling an incredible sense of shame. He should have known that your disappearance was Arkin’s fault. He let himself be sidetracked and look what it brought upon him.
His hands, slowly and with care washed your limp body. From head to toe, trying to delete what had happened. His mind was a mess. He was feeling guilty. It had been his fault if this happened to you.
After washing and changing you into some clean pijamas, he brought you to your bed. It was then that you woke up. Slowly coming back, you felt…clean. As clean as you could feel. You noticed that you were in your bedroom. Then, maybe it hadn’t been a dream. He really did came for you.
-A..Asa….- his hands slowly came to cup your face, moving his thumb right under your eyes, brushing your tears away. His low voice shushing you gently.
With care,he hugged your form, letting you cry it out. Not once he let go of you. He was in need of this as much as you. He almost lost you, the only one who willingly stayed with him, the only one who loved him unconditionally.
After you calmed down a bit, he made sure to make you eat and drink something. You were on the brink of starvation and dehydration.
He left you only to go cook something. And let him be damned if he didn’t let his dogs on the bed with you. After thirty minutes, he was back with a tray of food for you. He didn’t let go of you while you ate, and he left the dishes in the sink. They could wait.
You could tell he was tense,and with a bit of flinching and whining for the pain, you managed to turn in his arm, laying with you head on his chest. His heartbeat was soothing,and soon you let yourself fall asleep.
-Asa…thank you-
It wasn’t going to lessen the punishment he was going to deal to Arkin,but it helped to quell his guilt. You were still with him, you still trusted him. And that was enough for him to sleep that night.
You know for a fact that he doesn’t like surprises. But this one was excusable. Or so you dearly hoped. At least you thought that it was one worth the begging you made
You programmed a three month expedition around the world to see and study rare species of butterfly and spider. You had worked hard for that and he wasn’t going to stop you from achieving it
You asked him about his summer programmes, and when you saw he had none, you jumped at the idea. Now you only had to take him with you
You set out a list of things you both needed, and you swore his eyes widened at the familiar items. Oh yeah, you caught him in your trap
You told him what was going to happen only when you landed in Brazil. And his sincere smile was worth it. Once at the hotel, you explained better what the plan was and you got engulfed in one of Asa’s rarest hug.
You were about better than the master, were you little spider?
When you told him you had planned the vacation of the year, he did look at you with a hint of amusement. But he entertained your idea for the moment
You told him to pack lightly, and to tell the truth he was curious as to why, but you simply said that he will enjoy your surprise
You covered his eyes and brought him to your private jet. Only inside you told him where you were going. “ I know you love arts and all things related to beauty. That’s why I managed to find a tour of all the major European museums. Just the two of us”
Oh boy was he smitten with you and your surprise. He hugged you tight, you were simply marvelous. Enjoying a glass of champagne, he couldn’t wait to land.
You are full of surprises, you aren’t you my dear?
Wouldn’t it be nice to surprise your hard working husband with a nice vacation to Transilvania and all those places where you can brutal story unfolded?
Yeah that would be nice, if you weren’t arguing like two idiots on who was going to spoil who this time around. It was your turn, but he had planned the exact same thing
Anyway… You managed to get away with it this time. But only on the condition of letting him spoil you rot the next time. Ah, such was the problem between you two
But you had to admit that a month long vacation around the darkest parts of Europe did you good. And you even found your husband a new skull, great.
Although he was funny to see him try to ride an untamed horse without cursing the poor thing out. Yep, a good time indeed
A/n: Old acquaintances. The past buried beneath a grave. A innocent man endangered by this dangerous game of cat and mouse…
It was a beautiful summer evening, people out enjoying the sun and the good weather. Parks full of laughter and children.
It was the perfect day, for a picnic date. You had already prepared everything and you were going out, when your phone rang. At first you thought it was either Hannibal or Will, but a strange number appeared.
You were curious to see who it was and what it wanted, but you didn’t answer. There had been plenty of similar situations where people were robbed of their datas because of a call.
You ignored it, and went out.
The park you chose was on the outskirts of Baltimore, so it was quite calm and privacy was ensured. You hated crowded places, they gave you the creeps. Or maybe it was just your social anxiety speaking.
Anyway, Hannibal was already there. As usual, the beauty of the river down below captured his interest, so much that while he was drawing, you managed to surprise him.
“Good evening, my love. You indeed chose a marvelous place to have our date at. Compliments”, of course you blushed at the statement. His praises were always the most sincere, and they never failed to make you feel appreciated.
“It was by chance, really, but anyway, let’s spend some time together. By the way, I’ve found a new fascination in art.. ” And you went on, losing yourself in your new attraction.
He was listening intently, a smitten smile plastered on his face. How much he loved you, he didn’t know, but you had a special place in his heart.
The day went on wonderfully. So much in fact that he failed to notice someone.
Someone… Looking at him.
Someone he believed dead and buried six feet down.
A/n: what would happen if instead of him, Arkin found you home? What if instead of the collector, he captured someone far more important?
He called you before you could have opened the front door. He was going to be late, due to some idiots who left a new stack of paper that had to been sent in that same day.
Fortunately, you had nowhere to be and so dinner could wait until he was coming home.
Putting down the groceries you bought earlier, you set out to prepare something light. Maybe you could make his favorite.
While you were taking and preparing everything for tonight, you failed to notice someone moving behind you. And only much too late you understood the danger you were in.
Going to the couch to relax a little, you noticed that red box sitting there. Facing you. Behind your head a trigger clicked. You heard a voice telling you to turn around. And here he was. You didn’t recognize him immediately, but after he asked what you were doing there, you understood.
“What do you want? ” You asked shakily. Fear gripped your every being. The same moment he asked again, you unwillingly tried to struck him, having anticipated his moves. But he overpowered you.
And you ended up in the same red box most of Asa’s victim did.
Asa returned later than he expected. Exhaustion weighing on his body. He saw how the house was quiet, too quiet. He saw your things on the counter, but there was no trace of you.
But there was something small that probably Arkin didn’t notice. The parquet a bit scraped. Something moved abruptly. Specks of blood on the floor. Minuscule particles.
Someone had been here. Someone took you away.
He was suddenly very awake. And it didn’t take long for him to put two and two together.
There laid a box, one not to dissimilar from his own. Only someone who had survived could have taken one from the destroyed Hotel Argento.
Arkin… Had just signed his death sentence.
You felt the box moving, until the car stopped. Terror started to take control of you. Your breath slowly picked up. You were on the verge of a panic attack. You felt the bod moving, until it was dropped unceremoniously on the ground. The latches were loosened, and the door opened.
Him and another woman looked at you. One without feeling an ounce of pity, the other looked guilty. You were going to suffer, just to protect your husband.
But, in your mind, it was all worthy.
Asa didn’t waste time. He sped up until he reached that desolate building. The message was clear. Him for that man’s sake.
The outside was simple. The place far off in the wild. He could hear your screams from inside the building. His rage was going to boil over.
He moved stealthily around, using a small door on the back of the building. He could see you from where he stood perched on the ledge.
Bleeding, tired and most importantly almost on the verge of passing out. He could see bruises forming on your legs and around your torso.
The woman you saw earlier, dead. And him. He was standing proudly, facing you. He laughed at your torment. He was waiting. For him.
He knew, he was waiting for him. For any movement.
What he didn’t know though, was that he was already behind him. Having made his moves. Much like a feline. His steps, silent.
It was a blow that put him down, and a snap of the neck later, Arkin O'Brien was dead.
No one could take you away from him. And Arkin had been naive enough to think it a good idea to take you away.
You were HIS MOTH, HIS PARTNER.
No one could separate you two, not even GOD. And certainly not HIM.
Oh little butterfly, couldn’t you get any more interesting than that?
He lives for you timid nature. You make his inner predator purr in glee everytime you blush or you hide behind him. He could not help but feel protective of you.
Look at you, so pliant and trusting of him. And you know what he does. Indeed you are a rare specimen,my little spider. One that he will protect,come what may, at any costs
He is the only one allowed to witness this soft side of you, no one else’s
Baby, you are the best thing he could ask for. Your timid nature can’t help but boost his ego.
He lives to fluster you. Period. He’s going to say the worst and lewdest things in your ears, while caging you from behind
Your red face makes his day, but he will tone it down if you say so.
In no way or shape possible you will leave the house when there are visitors. Uh-uh, darlin you stayin home
If someone even dares to come near you, their head will be blown off
Darling, don’t worry. He will make sure you are comfortable with everything you may need.
Always politely asking before touching you, understanding that you may not be ready to push certain boundaries
He will probably kill whoever makes you upset. You are so precious to him that he doesn’t want ever to see you hurt
You blushing highlights his day everytime, you are just a little treat, aren’t you
A/n: your family has a butterfly conservatory behind the house. And it so happen that Asa discovers this little factm
You were running late to your appointment with your dear elder sibling. The last thing you needed was to get yeeted back into the house by a rather enthusiastic Asa. You knew in that moment that you were going to have a loooong conversation. And you were right. You didn’t know how he discovered that,but now that the cat was out of the bag, you may just as well get interrogated.
It was going to be a very detailed questioning. “Y/n” and by the tone, he started with, you were going to make a trip soon to the butterfly conservatory. Sighing, you quickly texted your sibling to tell them not to wait for you, and sat down. “Shoot, I know you already know, so get straight to your request, love” and you could have sworn in his eyes something lit up.
And you were right, for you spent three hours and a half on numerous important little details, like opening schedules, restrictions, specimens and such. You already knew where he was going, and you anticipated his next move.“Love, if you want so much to see the conservatory, why don’t you come with me?”.
He froze. He was baffled by your sudden boldness. He had heard of this place, but it was almost impossible to get a full on tour of the facility, and yet here you were, willing to take him inside. He could have cried, but he made sure to thank you properly. By giving you one of his rarest hugs.
“Happy?” he simply nodded in your neck, and you giggled. He could be so cute when he wanted to. “Anyway better go take your notebooks, cause I need to be there before noon. Now come on, I’m driving”. He jumped so fast over the couch and upstairs that you were left wheezing.
And true to your words, not even five minutes later he was ready to go.
The drive was full of excitement, and when you approached the gate of your family’s estate, his pupils dilated. Behind the house was the most important centre of live specimens in the entire state, if not one of the world, and here he was.
“So, probably you already know my family, but this is my brother. He will take you to the conservatory. If you have any questions, he will be more than pleased to indulge you. Remember the rules and we’ll be more than elated to have you here anytime”. You left him with a kiss, and you could see it in his posture, the excitement he couldn’t contain.
You spent the rest of the morning and most of the afternoon discussing logistics and habitat maintenance, cause soon new specimens were going to arrive. Not once you heard nor from Asa nor your brother. Well, at least one of them was happy.
Dinner came by, and it was in that moment that you saw the two come up to the room. And they were glowing. “I take it you had a wonderful day, love” and he agreed. If course you knew most of the new fact he told you, but you were relieved to see him so relaxed and so at peace for once.
Outside, on the porch you could see sadness in his eyes. He didn’t want to go just yet. He had discovered the Atlantis of entomology and he had to leave. Honest to god, he was pouting. Him, a serial killer pouting. “Oh come on now, if you had told me I could have arranged the week here. But if you really don’t want to leave, I guess we could stay the weekend here.”
The way his face shot up to look at you made you wince in simpathy. Those grey steely eyes turned subtly into something irresistible, and you couldn’t deny him this small favour. And you said yes.
It was going to be an extremely interesting weekend.
You had a light blue notebook, the plan was to write everything you could remember down- dates, time, how he had looked when he came home; anything that would be useful.
It lasted roughly two days before Michael got a hold of it, curious as to what the hell you’d been writing about for hours in that damned thing- of course, he wasn’t shocked when he read through the pages of his murder, you had been more jumpy and secretive lately.
He doesn’t bring it up, instead he places the notebook a tad different each time he reads through it. His way of letting you know he knows.
“Michael,” you yelled from your standing position, looking for your keys in your beige purse. “I’ll be back in a bit, gotta drop something off to a friend!” the notebook was held tightly between your arm and side, today was the day you showed it to the police. “Lov-“
Within seconds, you become his newest victim, red pouring from the wound in your back as you hit the wooden floor.
Hannibal
You were working with the police- tasked to get as close with Hannibal as possible. He was a suspect, you agreed.
It started off easy enough, you became one of his patients and you went from there. It wasn’t until he invited you to one of his dinner parties that things picked up.
Soon enough, you were dating. You had been friendly for around 10 months before the first date. Hannibal was a careful man, you noted.
He was hosting a dinner party and you had agreed to help him prepare, until you saw him pull out the human thigh, a knowing smile darkening his features. “I know you know, I’m surprised you’ve let it get this far.”
You tried to run, to call your supervisor and tell him not to come- that Hannibal was in fact the criminal and you we-
Hannibal wasted no time in killing you, a tad disappointed his little lamb was so unloyal- but, you’d make for a fine main course, he decided, getting to work on cutting your flesh.
Billy Loomis
He takes the longest to catch on, Billy doesn’t have the slightest clue until that little black notebook slips out of your purse one day, contents inside confusing him- it couldn’t have been you to write all this,
Billy takes the most humane approach, still hopeful it wasn’t you, and mentions the notebook to you at night.
“I found a notebook with all my murders logged, it was pretty detailed,” he muttered, head turning to face you. “I think someones after us, must’ve planted it in your bag, huh?”
The look on your face, the pure dread at the mention of the notebook confirmed the worst. “(y/n)..” Billy trailed off, eyes widening as he watched you scoot away from him. “You wouldn’t do that to us- to me, would ya?”
You did, but you violently shook your head, denying the claims. “No- no, I have no clue how that got there, Billy I-” you were silenced by a knife to the stomach, looking up to see Billy’s tear filled ones.
“You were the last person I ever wanted to do this to, Doll. Forgive me.”
happy 1.4k :) i probably wont post for a bit so hope this suffices—also ao3 link since there’s more build up than smut
pairing(s): virgin!thomas hewitt X virgin!ftm!reader
warning(s): nsfw, loads of build up, mutual virginity taking, pussy & clit used for reader genitalia, no chest mentions, lots and lots of kissing, teaching as we go along, stopping once for each party, tommy getting pussy drunk, pretty quick (implied) creampie, nap as aftercare :3
THOMASwas scared to ask about your sex life prior to meeting him; What if he wasn’t as good as the others; What if he got upset about the thought of someone else touching you like that and you noticed? But, his worries were swept away when you told him you’d only gotten as far as making out and touching over clothes with someone else.
You told him you were saving yourself for someone that you were able to trust would take care of you and genuinely loved you for who you were—and that someone was him. “Whenever you’re ready, Tommy,” you’d said, “I will be too.”
Thomas decided that the day needed to be something special, not just any Wednesday or Thursday or Sunday, it had to be significant to the both of you. An anniversary, maybe? Thomas was terrible when it came to dates but he always remembered the day he met you and the day the two of you got together. Fuck it, he’d just pick whichever was closer since he couldn’t wait much longer.
You two always shared dinner away from the family on anniversaries, so Thomas saw it as the perfect time to bring it up. He sat next to you, his knee touching yours, his hand holding yours, you only a lean away from him. All he had to do was ask.
“Tommy, honey,” you spoke, “you okay? You haven’t really seemed here today. Is something wrong?” Thomas was quick to shake his head. “You thinking about something, then?”
He slowly looked down at the table, nodding his head. “I was, um,” he began. Thomas leaned towards you as he glanced towards the entrance to the kitchen cautiously. You leaned closer to him so he could whisper in your ear. “I want you.”
His breath was warm against your face, making his words hotter. You felt your pussy twitch. “Oh, you want that?” You and Thomas had leaned back and looked at one another. He nodded. “You want that now? Or tonight after everyone’s in bed?”
“When do you want it?”
You smiled and kissed his cheek, whispering, “now.”
the title says it all >:3 this turned out wayy shorter than i wanted but alas we pursue
pairing(s): halloween kills!michael myers X (implied long haired!) sub!reader
warning(s): nsfw, mix between rough & soft because hot, no genitals specified for the reader, daddy kink, power and size kink for Michael, hair pulling, choking, slapping, going from missionary(?) to doggy to mating press, breeding mentions, creampie, rushed ending
MICHAELfucked you relentlessly with a hand on your throat, his other holding one of your legs in the air. He looked at you intensely behind his mask as he fucked you nearly dumb. His balls slapping against your ass the obscene squelching and skin-on-skin noises coming from his actions only aided to the heat of the moment turning the both of you on even more; not to mention the loud, obvious pants from Michael and moans, groans, and whines from you.
Your hands gripped Michael’s shoulders tightly, not sure where else to put them in the situation, as a sudden shock flooded your body from him slapping you. You moaned, a gurgle following it as he returned his burnt, three-digit hand to your neck. Michael grunted and dug his nails into the skin of your lower thigh.
“Daddy,” you choked out. You saw Michael’s face get closer to yours and lean to the side. You were quick to kiss the latex lips of his mask, it being surprisingly cold compared to the hot breath coming from between the lips and nostrils. “Turn me over, please? Please.”
In several swift movements, you had your face smashed into the pillows, your ass in the air, and Michael continuing his pace with the same force. With each thrust, you let out choppy, barely audible cries. Michael let out a strand of grunts before tangling a hand in your hair to jerk you backwards on his dick.
You were lifted off the pillows your hands instinctively went to to hold you up, your mouth falling agape in reaction to Michael shoving his cock deep inside your hole. You clenched around him. You could tell Michael was attempting to catch his breath; you felt the latex nose of his mask brush your shoulder blade before feeling the burnt material against the cheek that Michael had earlier slapped.
“I’m gonna breed you,” Michael growled. “Whether,” he thrusted between each of his words, “you want it, or not.”
You let out a defeated whimper at his words. You felt his injured hand slide down your sides, only to leave your body to hang at his side.
Michael readjusted himself on his knees before he plowed into you and groaned your name quietly. “Daddy, oh God,” you responded. The sound of your name falling from his lips was a rare but loved experience.
Whining, you looked over your shoulder, looking up prettily through your lashes at Michael; from the corner of your eye, you could see your ass and Michael’s hips moving quickly. You felt his grip tighten on your hair and felt his burned fingers touching your neck.
He turned your head to face forward, only to pull your head back with your hair and wrap his other hand around your neck again. You moaned quietly and looked at him, smiling since he was upside down from your view. Michael tilted his head slightly to the side then thrusted harder. Your eyes crossed and fluttered shut, making Michael smirk under his mask. “Pretty.”
Michael took his hands away from your hair and neck and put them on either side of your head once you’d compressed your arms under you, all the while pausing his hips. You’d buried your face in the pillows once again. Michael plunged his dick in and out of you, not bothering to start slow.
You whimpered into the fabric, your hand going to wrap around Michael’s finger. He watched your movements as he fucked you, his cock pulsing as he saw your hand compared to his; Michael was stronger than you, more powerful, he could do anything he wanted to you.
The feeling of his cock stretching and pulsing inside you was enough to make you climax. You panted and whined from sensitivity due to Michael not stopping. He wasn’t gonna stop until he came, something he always did when the two of you had sex.
Michael quickly pulled out of you and turned you onto your back before folding you practically in half in mating press, ensuring you the only reason you moved was because of his hips. He shoved his cock into with no hesitation.
“Michael,” you keened, “can you lift your mask, please? Please, daddy, I’ve been good for you. Don’t you wanna give me a kiss for being good?”
With a grunt, Michael lifted his mask enough for you to see from the tip of his nose down. He leaned down and pressed a forceful, heated kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back hungrily.
You swallowed Michael’s pants and groans as he continued the rough pace of his hips, he in return swallowing your whines and sobs. “Daddy, can I cum again? Please, please!”
“Mhm.”
You thanked Michael through your moans until you both came, not simultaneously but close in time. You panted under the older man and watched through heavy eyes as he pulled his mask back over his mouth.
The two of you watched as Michael removed his cock from your abused, opened hole. You bit your lip to hold a moan as your boyfriend’s seed started to drip onto the bed.
Michael took his non-injured hand and, without looking, wiped it onto his fingers, and plunged them into you. You cried out from surprise, overstimulation, and pleasure.
“Keep it.” He whispered violently before placing a makeshift kiss against your lips with his mask.
Alright so I’ve gotten random motivation to write for this version of michael. Why? How? Idk. Maybe I’m just a whore for fluffy slashers who just need a hug.
Oh and I often write him softer than canon & focus on his mental health/trauma so if that’s not your cup of tea then don’t read this or future fics.
