𝔦𝔫𝔥𝔲𝔪𝔞𝔫 | michael myers

Daddy Myers

a/n : saw this picture pop up on my tumblr feed and i just had to write for it sksjsksjjs plus i didn't know what else to name it so dont @ me
warning : slightly suggestive

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Besides the radio on your kitchen countertop softly playing George Michael's "Careless Whisper" in the background , Michael's deep growling was currently ringing in your ears as his eyes watched you, circling him as if he was the prey this time. The tables have turned on him when he least expected it, he was shocked to say the least , but absolutely livid. He didn't understand how he ended up tied to a chair, the ropes that restrained him from standing up burned against his wrists as he sat there, as of right now he was feeling helpless. He hated the feeling of not being able to move, having no choice but to watch you stalking around the chair and looking down at him, wearing nothing but black and orange laced lingerie with what seemed to be his favorite pair of fishnet stockings. Soon you both locked eyes, neither one of you daring to break eye contact.

You finally stopped and slowly straddled his lap, the killer below you already wiggling around in his seat impatiently. Reaching your fingers under the him of the latex, you raised the mask from over his head and dropped it on the ground next to his feet. You saw the hunger and anger in both of his eyes, you already knew what fate befell you if he ever broke free from his restraints.

" Hm.. what to do first...... " placing a finger on your chin and pondered, not exactly sure how to take control of the situation, considering how this was your first time dominating over Michael. Speaking of which, the male's blood was boiling in his body, he sure as hell knew what he was going to do once you were done. He should be the one who should be in control, you needed to learn your place, he is still the one who remained dominant— his thoughts were cut off by your soft lips brushing against his chapped and scarred ones, meanwhile one of your hands gently twirling and tugging on his chocolate brown curls while the other slid down his chest. That same hand pulled his shirt up to his collarbone, to reveal his toned but slightly chubby torso. It was littered in scars and bullet holes alike and , with shrugging your straps off your shoulders to showcase a bit more cleavage , your lips left his and traveled down to his chest, peppering it in loving and cute little kisses. You gave every scar your attention, slowly traveling down to his crotch area.

Michael's face , neck , and ears were turning to a darker shade of red within seconds , the tension and the hunger was eating at him, building up in his lower regions which you were sitting on. He needed release, and by taking your sweet time, you were lowkey denying him of that sweet release. The sweat was building up as well, his palms very sweaty, his breathing hitched when you reached for the zipper.

And stopped. You stopped everything, you took your hands off of him and got off of his lap, still not taking  your big doe-like eyes off of his temporarily vulnerable form. His heavy breathing was barely heard as "Careless Whisper" was still playing somehow, his eyes widened as to why you stopped all of a sudden. You walked behind him and cut the ropes off , tickled under his scruffy chin and walked past him towards the stairs and up to your shared bedroom.

That was it, Michael was going to get you back for teasing him and make sure that you knew your place about who was in charge here.