You stole my heart - Slasher Oneshots

Michael Myers Clingy

Ever since Michael and I had sex a few weeks back, he has been rather clingy; A lot of the time holding me close when I'm busy with something, no matter how big or small it is. Or cuddling me into the night.

Since it's about time that we eat something, I begin preparing dinner. But as usual, I have an unmasked Michael shaped shadow sitting at the table.

As I'm doing some of the last touches to the food before putting it in the oven, I feel a hand being placed under my skirt and on my upper thigh. I turn round to look at Michael, slightly confused.

"Michael? What is it, baby?" He only rubs his fingers in a circle. The old needy feeling pools between my legs. I remove his hand. "Later, sweatpea. I'm busy, right now."

Michael crosses his arms, looking down into his lap where a tent is restrained within his coveralls. I place my hand on the bump in his clothing and rub at it slightly. "You will be able to touch me in a minute or two, Daddy."

Michael looks up at me, but continues to pout. I turn and finish off with sorting out the food as fast as possible. Before putting the food within the oven to cook, I roll up my skirt to make it shorter so that Michael can peak up it.

After closing up the oven, I feel a hand bury itself within my hair and pulling me backwards. My head is pulled back to look up at Michael. He places his hand on my hip and begins gripping at it.

"Please Michael... I need you.."

"What's my name?"

I continue looking up at him, confused. "M... Michael?"

He growls slightly and slaps me on the ass. I inhale and whine quietly. "What. Is. My. Name?"

"Daddy." He gently rubs where he hit me. I bite my lip softly. His hand shifts back around infront of me and I feel it going under my skirt to where my entrance is behind my underwear.

"Say it again." He rubs and presses his fingers against me through the thin material. "D-Daddy..."

His thumb strokes where my clit is behind the little layer, barely enough stimulation for me to fully feel but enough to drive me crazy. "Keep saying it."

Michael pulls me to the table and sits me on the edge of it. "Yes Daddy." I lay back, knowing I have his full attention. He grabs my skirt and pulls it up, allowing him to see everything. Grabbing at my damp underwear, he pulls them down my legs, off of me completely and stuffs them into his pocket.

Untangling himself from his own clothing, Michael finally pushes himself into me and covers up our connection back up with my skirt. I whine slightly as he only rolls his hips around and give little thrusts, knowing that I can't get anymore friction in this position.

My thighs close and connect between our torsos as I sigh quietly, every sensitive spot inside of me being rubbed up against. But hands grip under my knees and separate them again. My legs snake around his hips as his hands climb back up them and under my skirt. One holds onto my rolling hips and the other gently caresses where we're joined.

I moan out when Michael's thumb dances several circles on my clit. "Mmh... Daddy..." He begins thrusting into me, still rubbing his thumb over my clit.