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⚠️ Dead By Daylight - The Shape: Rated R: Not Safe For Work
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The fog is thick tonight.
It has been a normal run so far. The screaming doesn’t even bother you anymore. The well of fear that runs deep within your stomach isn’t even bothering you tonight.
You just minded your business honestly. You did what you could for your fellow survivors but only if you happened to be with a minimum of one other person. If it was just you saving the day, no way! You could never do that.
You looked over your shoulder as a chill shot up the back of your spine. “Hello?” You called out instinctively, still bad at remembering the rules of this different world. You put a hand over your mouth and cursed yourself before turning away from the generator you were working on. You scanned the area before focusing on a shape within the darkness.
You squint your eyes to try to see clearer but the fog just rolled through heavier. You stood up now, completely on edge before walking off. You felt like that area was just bad luck now. You probably saw a shadow or another survivor sneaking through. It wasn’t the killer, it wasn’t whoever that sick fuck was today.
You rubbed the back of your neck as it felt like somebody was just breathing on you. You shuddered at the thought and picked up your step before stupidly bursting into a run. There was absolutely no reason you should be moving so fast but something just felt wrong.
You screamed, the air in your throat burning as you were lifted off the ground and carried off. “No! No! Not me!” You banged on the back of his jumpsuit, slamming down as hard as you could. There was nothing you could do. He had the tightest hold on you. You yanked on the back of his head and pulled a mask off, a gasp forcing itself right out of your body as you see what’s in your hand.
“The shape!” You yell as loudly as possible, hopefully spreading the news for any others that you were close.
Michael Myers drops you on your ass. You fall to the ground with your back to the dirt, all the air leaving your lungs immediately. You squeeze your eyes shut and wrap your arms around yourself to protect your body. The pain is making every nerve ending light up like the Fourth of July. When you come back to your senses, Michael stands before you with his mask on his head again. You stared up at him as he took a huge step over you before grabbing the back of your shirt, dragging you backwards. You scream and cry out for help, for anyone to find you as he drags you through the dirt and into a snack. The ground changes beneath you and soon you are being moved down stairs, body being abused every step of the way.
You are thrown in the middle of the basement. You go scrambling backwards, going past the hooks in the middle of the room to the back, clawing at the wall as if there's a way out. You bounce from locker to locker, throwing them open as Michael watches you. He tilts his head as he witnesses the hope leaving you. You press your back against the wall and stare back at him. You have heard rumors of survivors being able to make it out alive through some unconventional methods. You’re shaking like a leaf but you try to gain some sort of confidence. Your hands press together in front of you as you begin to beg. “Please let me go. I’ll do whatever you want, Mr. Myers.”
He continues to stand there, a looming presence as always. You shakily move forward to stand in front of him. “Please! Just let me go back to the campfire. I will not touch any generators. I won’t get in your way.”
Michael just continues to stare down at you, silently watching you embarrass yourself. Your hands go to his jumpsuit and pick at it, not even knowing what to do. “Show me the ropes, please. I’ve never done this before. Isn’t there anything you want?” You grip into the blue fabric and tug on it, delirium setting in. You were desperate for a way home. You dug deep, searching for anything to work. “I love you, Michael.” You reached up and cupped his mask face, humming softly as you stared up to meet his gaze. “It’s okay, it really is. I’m here. It’s just me and you. No one else. I promise.”
Michael moved quickly, grabbing you by the throat and forcing you into the air. You grabbed his hand and struggled in his grasp until he forced you against the wall to the left of the room. He let you hang in his grip and you felt heavier and heavier as time went ticking forward. He suddenly dropped you and you collapsed like a sheet of paper, folding underneath yourself. You looked back up to find Michael removing his jumpsuit, skin slowly exposed as he moved. The man was more built than you ever realized. He pulled it down his waist before grabbing you and hauled you back up on your feet. He cupped your face and turned it side to side as you were once again shaking like a leaf. He pressed his face towards yours to press your foreheads together. He kept you still, close to him before he went for your clothes, ripping the front of your shirt. Michael pulled you close, allowing him to feel skin on skin contact. You almost felt like he was cherishing this moment.
Michael flipped you around after making the initial first contact before you were tugged on some more, fabric getting torn from your legs. He forced everything off of your body, leaving you in the nude until he pressed back against you. You could tell there was nothing separating the two of you when he moved against you, something hard pressing into your back as his hands roamed over your body. There was an explorative feeling to his hands as they traced your curves, just getting used to being around another soul without causing death in his wake.
His hands stroked the sides of your breasts, heart ramming against your rib cage as he felt them in his palms. You could feel the calluses against your skin as his fingers moved. The shame was heating your face up which shot sparks out to other parts of your body. Your eyes flickered to the sides, looking towards the lockers before glancing towards the stairs. You see nothing before Michael’s fingers find your nipples, hard from the attention and the air. Noises escape your lips as Michael is anything but gentle. He pulls on them, forcing your hips against his erection as you press your hands against the wall in front of you. You moan out as he pulls again, the sound echoing off the walls. Michael is greatly interested in these sounds as he pulls over and over again. He is unused to hearing these noises as well as the feeling of something hot and wet grinding against him.
Michael is feeling too good to release you from his attention. His hands leave your breasts and you're left lonely only for a little while until he flips you back around to face you. His hands go between your legs as his forehead pressed against yours again. He spreads your legs and moves between them again, feeling everywhere and getting coated in your natural lubricants. His fingers investigate until you gasp, pupils completely blown as you make eye contact with him. He’s stimulating your clit, watching as you squirm under his touch and react to the way that he makes you feel.
Your body says what your mouth refuses to. He stops playing with you only to lean down, grabbing your legs as he pulls you up to press you against your wall. He lines you up with his erection while your legs dangle over his strong arms. He slowly drops you down until his cock is between your legs, pressing into your entrance. Michael gives you a last long look before completely sheathing himself inside your warm, inviting cunt. Your mouth forms an o but no sound comes out. It’s just the breath in your lungs is gone. He watches your reaction as you start to wrap your mind around what is exactly happening here. He moves so the two of you are closer to the wall before just hammering into your body. Your mouth goes slack as it fills your guts, ramming in over and over. He’s large, ruthless, and makes you see stars. He’s touching your deepest parts of yourself, deeper than anyone has been before. You are being shaped just for his own pleasure.
Your arms are clutching his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh beneath them as he does not slow or falter. He starts to move his arms as he wants to get a better angle at things. You move your legs instantly, wrapping around his waist and bringing yourself closer to him to hide your face in his neck. His hands grips your ass and continues to work himself into a faster frenzy. You are just along for the ride, making happy noises against your better judgement as his girth is rubbing some amazing spots inside of you. You sneak a hand off his shoulder and push it between your bodies to run your clit. It feels good, he’s so forceful and no one else has been able to rearrange your insides quite like this. You’re getting louder and right in his ear as you're twitching around his member. You could easily see the end of the finish line for yourself here. You had never imagined being taken by Michael Meyers but it was something that you definitely wouldn’t regret.
“I’m coming, Michael.” You cried loudly and wrapped the other arm tighter around his neck, shoving his head into your shoulder and clawing your fingers into the back of his mask. “Oh my fucking god.”
Your eyes were rolling back into your head as you tensed up through your orgasm. Michael just doubled down in his efforts, prolonging your finish until you were begging him for something, not that you knew exactly what for but you just couldn’t stop talking. The man has endurance like no one could even imagine. He was destroying you slowly, starting with your no longer sane mind before moving to your pussy that will now be demanding him. He used the wall for leverage as heat filled your stomach. You thought it was over as the two of you were panting for air, neither moving for what felt like forever. Within the hazy mist of your mind, you realized that he was not softening. You stiffened within his arms, putting him on edge as he clutched you further. His hips began to move again as you are aware that he was not done with you.
Michael Myers was not done with you at all.