Pairing: Fem!Reader x Michael Myers
Warnings: Blood, choking, NSFW of course.
Shoes clicking quietly on the grey and white tile, you fingered through a couple files in your arms, a manila folder overflowing with different papers, all with wild charts and boxes filled with an unknown number of notes about Michael Myers. He was the institutes biggest patient it had ever housed, and certainly the most mysterious. He hadn’t spoke a word for 15 years, something that most people just brushed off, but not you. You had an immeasurable amount of curiosity built up about him, and while you got sessions with him every Thursday, it wasn’t enough. Though, at first, it was.
You were just like everybody else; just wanting to spend enough time with the beast of a man to get what little information you could and leave. But as time went on, you began to become more and more focused on getting a reaction out of him, going as far as trying to offer him sweets and gifts like candy, magazines, books and the like. But no matter what you did, he wouldn’t even so much as touch them. Some days, you went home frustrated beyond belief and stayed up for hours on end trying to tie together his notes and figure out what you could do to possibly get a reaction out of him. What started off as a simple interest has now turned into an unquenchable obsession. It wasn’t a lie to say that your constant thoughts about him also introduced some other… not so professional thoughts about your biggest patient.
Your eyes flitted to the double doors ahead of you. Stopping patiently in front of them and waiting for the familiar sound of the doors unlocking and your access being granted. But, the sound never came. “Hello?” You called out, first curiously. Your eyes tried to see past the crisscrossed frosted windows, but the design was purposely keeping you from seeing anything beyond the glass itself. You took a couple steps closer and pressed your hand against the glass, your forehead coming to rest on the side of your palm and your eyes squinted to try and see past, to no avail. Damned guards, always lacking in their duties. You slightly pound on the door with an open hand now, “It’s Doctor (y/ln)!” Your voice held a string of annoyance now, stepping back from the doors just in case they swung open. Another several seconds pass by, and nothing again.
“Fucking guards.” You mumble under your breath, turning in place with an exasperated sigh and looking around you. You were tired; you got a whole twenty minutes of sleep last night between focusing on Michael’s case and your new puppy being extremely rambunctious, and all you wanted to do was fall into your bed and sleep for the night. And this was one of the two ways out of the hospital; the other way was on the direct opposite direction of which you had already walked. You stayed put for another minute or so, giving the guards more time, but when they didn’t grant your exit you spun on your heel again with an angry huff and began your trek towards the only other exit. You only got a couple feet, however, until you heard the click of the double doors behind you.
“Finally, thank y-…” Your sentence trails off as you turned back towards the doors, but notice that the slow creak of the doors opening revealed nothing but an empty white hallway. Normally a guard or two stood in the doorway to make sure it was the intended party leaving, but not one was in sight. Not even the usual bustling nurses, orderlies or the like. A sense of nervousness washed over you as you took a couple slow steps forward. “Hello?”
The air was cold and silent, and somewhere down the hallway you could hear a beeping voicemail box. That was strange; usually the receptionist never misses a call. “Hello?” You call out again, louder this time.
“He-…” A quiet response triggers your interest, and you follow the sound of the voice. You assume they were just busy and couldn’t finish their single word. You turn the corner and a grizzly scene greets your eyes, causing you to drop your folders and scream in horror. The sound had come from a man sitting against a wall that you couldn’t even believe was still alive. He had a large, gaping wound in his throat, apparent from a sharp object being slashed against his trachea. Blood was bubbling at his throat with every strained breath he took, and the scarlet substance was already soaking down his clothes and onto the ground below. But the worst part was, he wasn’t the only one. Several other bodies lay strewn on the ground, motionless and killed in some horrific fashion.
You approach carefully, your hands shaking uncontrollably as you take in the damage. Common sense finally kicks in your mind to call the police, so you turn to go run towards the receptionist’s desk. But, just as you’re about to take your first step, you’re suddenly frozen in your spot, your eyes slowly trailing up the large man you hadn’t even heard approaching you from behind. He was massive, almost 7-foot-tall and his body was nearly nothing but lean muscle. You immediately felt insanely inferior standing in the shadow of this beast of a man, and even more adrenaline kicks in when you realize exactly who it is.
“Michael.” You whisper out, your lips slightly trembling with fear as you said his name. You stared up at his face, which was covered by his long, sandy brown hair as he clearly gazed down at you, his head very slightly tilting at the sound of his name. “Michael, it’s me. Doctor (y/ln). You remember me, right?” You try to play the friend card, hoping that with the kindness you had treated Michael with over the years, he would spare you a horrific death. You could only hope it worked. “You wouldn’t hurt me, right Michael?”
The last statement seemed to catch his attention, the statue-like posture of his changing almost rapidly as he took a long stride or two towards you. You, naturally, scurried back in surprise and fear, but an almost animalistic growl rumbled from his chest as he grabbed you by the waist and almost effortlessly picked you up and threw you over his shoulder, a shout of surprise leaving your mouth. His arm lay like an iron bar over your ass and no matter what you did to try and get off his shoulder, he just carried you like you were a ragdoll. You whimpered as you tried to turn your head and see where he was taking you, and all you could see was the passing of locked cell doors until you appeared next to the only open one. His room.
You couldn’t deny that being handled like this by the man that had garnered so much of your attention aroused you, and even more so when he demonstrated just how strong he was. He walked into the cell room and suddenly you were being pulled off his shoulder and dropped onto his bed. For it being an asylum bed, it surely didn’t feel too uncomfortable. You sat up on your hands, your breath uneven and your heart thumping in your chest as you stared at the man contemplating you on his bed. “Michael…”
You couldn’t get another word out before he was on top of you, his right hand pressing onto your chest and forcing you back down onto your back. You could feel your stomach tightening, but it wasn’t in fear. Or anger. It was in lust. You felt his left hand roaming your covered stomach, then your side, sliding down to your left hip then over your pelvis. His long fingers slid down towards your clothed mound, pressing his fingers up to where your clit would be beneath your clothes.
“M-Michael!” You manage to stutter out, your thighs instinctively pressing together at the foreign, but delicious touch. Another deep growl erupted from his throat and he grabbed the inside of your thigh, forcing them back apart. His hand returned to your mound, this time pressing harder and slightly rubbing your aching cunt. This sent your head pressing back into the mattress, whimpers and heavy breaths spilling out of your mouth. You were so needy for him, and him doing this to you made you realize it ten-fold. Your hands absentmindedly gripped the thin bedsheets above your head, your chest lifting and falling rapidly. You hadn’t even noticed that he had gripped your pants by the waist in your ecstasy, the fabric tensing at his pulls. In one yank, he tore the fabric in half with a loud ‘shrik!’ The pants were expensive, but of thin fabric, so they wouldn’t be too hard for someone of his stature to get off.
He ripped them all the way down to the crotch, pulling them easily off your legs and disregarding them off to the side of the room. The cold air settled on your skin, but your body was so hot from his touch that you felt like you were about to begin sweating. His hand trailed back to your panties, hooking them in the waistband. You reached down to grab his wrists, the rough skin slightly scratchy from being locked up so long. He suddenly removed his fingers from your panties, grabbed both your hands and raised them above your head and roughly pinned them back against the mattress, his face mere inches away from yours. There was a stretch of silent staring, him contemplating you and you trying to catch your breath, staring back into his hair-covered face.
“I want you.” You finally whisper, your chest brushing against his as you breathe. He stared at you a couple seconds longer, before removing one hand and moving it back down to your panties. He grabbed the top of them and yanked down, causing a slight sting from the fabric sliding harshly against your skin but you didn’t mind as your arousal started to overtake you once more. His fingers moved back up to your mound, his index and middle finger parting your slit and reaching the sensitive folds inside. He slid the two fingers down your slick flesh and to your wet entrance. Without any sign he was going to, he pushed two fingers inside your hole, stretching it out and a strangled moan rattling your throat.
“Ah!” You cry out, the feeling of his thick fingers rubbing and pumping your tender cunt more pleasing than you could have ever imagined. You writhed on the bed, his much larger hand tightening on both your wrists and keeping them pinned down. Your legs lifted and bent, one heel resting on the edge of the bed and your other leg straightened out beside his legs. He moved his fingers faster, adding a third finger and causing you to cry out once more. Your back arched and your hips pressed more into his fingers, almost begging for him to continue. You almost whined out in disappointment when he removed his fingers, sliding his wet digits up to your throbbing clit. He rubbed it between his two fingers, making your writhing body shake as you felt your stomach tightening once more.
“O-oh God, Michael, please-!” You stammered out, your legs and body violently shaking as you finally came. You could feel your juices and other fluids soaking your cunt and some of the bedsheets below you, Michael’s fingers still rubbing your incredibly sensitive clit. “Michael, oh my God. God, please, fuck.” You couldn’t make coherent sentences as your body still shook from the climax, her face and body flushed red and your breath ragged. You could have sworn he let out a rough groan, almost as if pleased with your body’s reaction to his touch. He removed his fingers from your swollen flesh and released your wrists, allowing you a moment of breathing time.
He didn’t allow much time, however, as the moment he stood straight up, he reached down and grabbed your hips, turning you over onto your stomach. You gasped out, trying to get into a better position but he grabbed the back of your hair and pushed you forward on the bed, one of your knees propped on the edge of the bed and your other leg dangling off the bed. You could hear his pants rustling, dropping to the ground with a soft thud. Your breathing was rapid as you waited for him to enter you, your hole dripping and aching for his flesh. You managed to turn your head just enough to see him grab his cock, a thick, 7” piece of flesh as he positioned it at your entrance. In one push he fully entered you, his cock stretching you more than any toy or person has, and a moan strangled your throat as the rough push caused your gaze to return to the wall in front of you. He wasted no time in pounding into you, each slap of his skin against yours mixing with the sounds of your cries and moans. His cock filled you completely and a half, each thrust making your mouth salivate and your toes curl. His large hands gripped each side of your ass tightly, the skin likely to bruise and his nails digging in from his effort. You could hear his heavy breaths behind you, your tight hole likely making him feel pleasure like he’d never felt before. The sheets bundled up underneath you, rubbing against your swollen clit and bringing even more pleasure to the whole thing.
“Oh God, harder, Michael.” You beg out, and almost instantly, he obliges. Whether or not he was waiting for you to ask was a different question, but the feeling of him slamming into your ass made your eyes nearly cross and your moans only grew. He reached forward and suddenly seized your throat, pulling you up to him and tightening his fingers around your soft skin, your airway being momentarily cut off. Your back ached from the position you were in, the back of your head nearly touching his chest and your hands up on his around your throat. He was relentless in his thrusts; each time his cock pounded into your cunt you could swear that you could see stars. His fingers gripped tighter around your throat, truly cutting off your breathing so all you could make now were strangled choking noises as he fucked you with all his body weight behind each thrust. You started to see black spots in your vision, his face turned down to watch yours as your eyes fluttered, your mouth laxed open and your tongue nearly lolling out.
Just as you were about to go unconscious, Michael relaxed his grip on your throat and you felt the bed below you again, your arms weak but able to sustain you as you propped yourself back up. He grabbed your hair next, pulling it back as you could feel your body beginning to shiver again as a sign of your next climax building up. The noises came spilling out of your mouth, you unable to even comprehend what you were saying but knowing that your body was completely submitting. Between his rough, slamming cock hitting that perfect spot and the sheets tickling and brushing your clit, you fell into overdrive. Your body suddenly jerked and violently shuttered, a loud and long cry leaving your body. The sudden tightening around him must have given him just what he needed to cum, giving two more long strokes before letting out a deep, guttural groan and completely pushing himself into you, his cum filling you completely. The warm, white substance leaked out as he pulled himself almost deliberately slow from you, his hands releasing your throbbing hips from how hard he had been grabbing them. You collapsed flat onto the bed, your sweaty, still shaky body trying to recover from the ecstasy it had just endured.
You couldn’t help but feel thankful you took that job offer oh so long ago.
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