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🔪~"My Man"~🔪

Michael Myers x FTM Reader

Requested by Anonymous on AO3 

Got some Dysphoria comfort. Originally was supposed to have some comfort smut but I like it the way it is soo- my bad.

You were tired.

Tired of the people around you.

Tired of being misgendered and belittled.

And most importantly- too tired to fuck your needy and horny boyfriend that desperately wanted a quickie as you showered washing away the grime from the day.

Michael Myers was sitting outside the semi-see-through shower curtain watching his mask nowhere in sight. A clear sign that Michael wanted kisses. Which usually turned into rough unbridled sex. However, with dysphoria clinging to the surfaces of your body and mind you couldn't bring yourself to indulge Michael.

Every movement you made felt sluggish and lazy a creeping sadness slowly trying to worm its way into your mind. Michael was no fool and he noticed the way you moved. Your limbs were slow and your eyes were brimming with tears. Even the slightest brush to your inward dipping sides or breasts causing you to go stiff eyes snapping closed. God forbid you accidentally chance a glance downward catching eye of your full chest.

Michael understood.

You hardly noticed Michael's movements until the shower curtain slid on the metal rod keeping it up. "Michael. I'm sorry love. I'm not in the mo-" Michael ignored you grabbing to lufa from your hands. "Too slow," he said bringing the sud-covered puffball (Don't tell me they don't look like puffballs) across your back covering the skin there in the pleasantly scented soap that Michael may secretly use when you were away overnight.

He let his hands drag the thing lower only stopping at the base of your spine ignoring the way his dick throbbed at the sight of your full ass.

You needed him. Not his dick.

Moving his hands to your shoulders he lathered the area there, moving over your arms and sides paying extra attention to your hips but you paid it no mind and Michael quickly moved on.

Then it came time for your chest. Bringing your arms up you shielded yourself as you turned ashamed of your body. How could Michael or anyone see you as male like this? Michael's hands gripped your wrists gently his eyes filled with love and understanding "Please. I just want to take care of my man." his words were sincere no mock behind his tone or eyes.

Intaking a stuttering breath you let your arms fall to your side. No luck in that as Michael grabs your arms placing them on his shoulders as he held your waist with one hand. It was strangely intimate the way Michael cleaned your front taking extra care with your chest his eyes flicking to yours every other second to check for any signs of discomfort on your part. Once you were thoroughly coated in suds Michael let you step back the water whisking away the soap and your worries.

The pain was still there and you doubted it would ever go away, but with Michael there, it wasn't as bad anymore. He would be there for you holding your head high when you can't and making sure you never forget who you were no matter what people may say.

After all, who could forget that they were the shapes man?