I was wondering if you could write for creepy neighbor! Michael x fem! reader, where he finds her on social media and downloads her pics to jerk off to then gradually 2 months later he storms into her house at night and fucks her into the mattress, love your blog <3
a/n: i absolutely can write that! thank you so much for the request and i hope you like it <3
pairing: creepy neighbour!michael x fem!reader
warnings: stalking, home intrusion, unprotected sex, rough sex
You were beautiful, that much Michael knew. Even as you were staggering up the front steps to your door, your coordination severely lacking, he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd seen in a while.
Something about you always made his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation he had long since forgotten, it had been so long.
He'd first noticed you a few months ago, stumbling up the front steps to your new house, with a heavy box in your arms. No one ever came near his house, so he was surprised to find that you had been the one to finally move in next door.
He thought he had finally gone mad, that the long stretches of silence he usually endured had finally corrupted his mind, destroyed his sanity.
But with each month that passed, it became apparent to him that you were in fact real, and you were living right next door.
As he watched you jam your keys into the door, he quickly unbuttoned his coveralls, wrapping his hand around his aching cock.
But unfortunately, your brief presence outside your door wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he found himself reaching for the phone he'd stolen, quickly bringing up the images he'd taken from your social media.
He found that he rather enjoyed the idea of being able to watch somebody by simply tapping a few buttons on a screen. It certainly saved him the energy of having to sneak around outside all the time. Now, he could just watch you from inside the walls of his own home.
He pulled up an image of you in a bikini, the sun warming your skin and your chest glistening. He imagined his hands on you, rough fingers slipping beneath the straps, pulling the material over your head.
He imagined your breasts. He imagined his hands, wandering over your body, dipping inside your panties, driving his cock into you...
He wanted to hear you scream. He wanted to feel your skin beneath his hands, his cock buried deep inside your pussy.
Once he came to the realisation that a simple image wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, he put the phone down, tucking his cock back into his pants and walking towards the door.
You were home alone tonight, he knew that, which meant he was free to pay you a visit, satiate his need for you.
He silently left his house, walking straight up the steps to your house, and he opened the door with ease, noting that you rarely remembered to lock your doors at night.
Luckily for you, Michael had no intention to actually harm you tonight. He only intended to finally live out his fantasy, to feel your skin against his as he fucked you.
You were halfway up the stairs when you suddenly heard something behind you, strong hands roughly gripping your hair, forcing you forwards.
"What the fuck?!" You screamed, struggling in his hold as he continued to shove you forwards, barely even flinching as you thrashed around. "Let me go!"
It only took mere minutes to reach your bedroom, and he released his hold on your hair, forcefully throwing you into your mattress. And that was when you saw his face, the signature white halloween mask that belonged to none other than Michael Myers.
You thought he was dead. Everyone did. Yet here he was, standing over you as you laid there helpless.
"Michael?" You breathed out, staring up at him in shock. "Is that really you?"
He offered you no response, simply standing there motionless, his muffled breathing filling the silence.
Before you were able to say anything else, he was closing in on you, his hands quickly finding the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly tugging the material from your body.
You probably should've struggled, attempted to fight him off in some way, but you could only lay there as he pushed your shirt up your body, revealing your tits to him.
You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. You also hadn't expected to be so turned on by it.
You gasped when you felt his hands on your tits, the heat growing between your legs becoming uncomfortable.
"Michael," you whined. "Please, fuck me."
That was all the encouragement he needed to finally take his cock out, wasting no time in pushing into you, a muffled groan falling from his lips when he heard you cry out.
His hands were still roughly gripping your tits as he thrusted into you at a bruising pace, revelling in the sounds that he was pulling from your throat, and the near violent slapping of skin that filled the small bedroom.
You let out something short of a scream as he fucked you into the bed, the pressure building in your stomach becoming almost too much to bear.
"Oh, fuck! Shit!" You hissed, desperately clawing at the bed sheets.
Michael didn't let up, curling his hands around your waist as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.
He loved the way you were squirming beneath him, trying to get away, to relieve yourself of the pressure.
And it wasn't long until you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, your body aching as he continued to pound into you.
"Michael," you breathed. "Oh God!"
The fire that had been building inside you finally exploded, a shock of pleasure coursing through you as you continued to cry out, your vision becoming blurred.
Michael continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your body becoming limp as he slapped up against you. And it only took one last pathetic moan from you for his hips to stutter, pleasure crashing over his own body now as he spilled into you, a muffled groan pushing past his lips.
Once he was finished, he pulled out of you, leaving you to watch as he tucked himself away, quickly doing up his coveralls before turning and walking out of your door.
Michael would definitely be doing this again.
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