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Headcanons for Vincent, Thomas, Brahms, Michael Myers with an s/o who is really good at riding them, like riding them to oblivion till they can’t think right

Vincent Sinclair

Loves when his darling is on top, he gets to watch his beautiful work of art use him like a toy.

His hands grip their hips, and he rolls his own in rhythm with their movements.

Dark hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, his mouth hangs open. His mask was discarded long ago, he looks immaculate in the low light of his workshop.

His breathing is heavy and his moans are strangled. He's trying to keep quiet so he can hear his lover, their groans and sighs.

Vincent loves the way they feel when they bounce on his cock, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven.

Brahms Heelshire

He's such a sub it's not even funny. He begged his lover to make him feel good before bed and they happily obliged.

He doesn't regret asking for this, but he knows he's gonna get fucked stupid.

They're bouncing on his cock, tight little hole squeezing around him deliciously.

Brahms moans loudly, and his hands wander their body. Groping and grabbing the soft skin. He begs for more, tears forming in his eyes.

His beloved smirks down at him, his mind melting the more they rock their hips. He doesn't want it to stop, yet at the same time he needs to cum.

Thomas Hewitt

He's very much a giver. Whatever his lover wants they will get.

He protested being laid on his back only because he wants to make sure his beloved is getting as much pleasure as he is.

Tommy is convinced that they're enjoying themselves as well when he sees the way they look down at him.

Their hips rolling, their tight hole squeezing his fat cock just right. His mask was discarded, and he was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Low grunts rumbled in his chest, his cock throbbed as his darling bounced. They looked like a work of art above him.

Michael Myers

Selfish. That's the best word to describe him in bed. When his beloved climbed over him he remained completely still.

If they wanted to fuck themselves on his cock, they can have at it. He's tired, he won't help, not unless they cum before he does.

His nonchalant attitude melts away within minutes, his lover bounced along his shaft. The tip of his cock hit something delicious inside them and he nearly lost it.

Heavy pants emanated from behind his mask. He was losing himself, watching as they use him like a fuck toy. Their tight hole milking him for all he's worth.

Don’t know if you write Michael talking but og kinda inexperienced Michael cums in reader and he whispers raspy quiet sweet things in your ear “oh baby” “feels- so good”

Hmmm...

Silent Michael Myers (asides from his grunts and harsh breathing) is more appealing to me than if he speaks. I don't think there's ever been a moment where he utters any words, so it would be kinda startling if he started talking all of the sudden. 😂

However, I'm a major slut for deep voices so if I could imagine him with one, it would be one of those dark and gravely ones. He would also be a man of few words and not be sweet at all about it.

Just a tinsy little drabble for this, honey.

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WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark, rape/noncon elements, extremely dubious consent, explicit content, possessive, unprotected sex, Michael speaks (a little)

"Tight." Michael practically growled out the word, hands digging into the fat of your hips as he forced you to take every inch of him.

Your ass was pressed firmly against his pelvis, a gasp of pain leaving you at the bruising hold he had on you. Clutching the edge of the table you were bent over on, you pulled your body forward, hoping to escape from Michael's grip.

Noticing this, Michael pulled you flush against him, a scream leaving you when he threatened to penetrate through your cervix with that one thrust. Cries left you when he wrapped a hand around your throat and squeezed a breast with another.

"Mine." Michael muttered into your hair, his chest pressing on your back to keep you immobile beneath him. Your squirming only made him harder, your channel clenching involuntarily around him and making his cock throb angrily.

"Please, let me go." You tearfully hiccuped. You didn't know how much longer you could take this. Michael was not a kind man, the red marks and bruises scattered across your body proving it. Even as you pleaded with him, he was never once gentle with you. Your body trembled pathetically when he bit the nape of your neck.

"No." With that, Michael grabbed both of your pillowy breasts and jerked you back on his broad frame.

Breathless moans left you with every one of his jarring thrusts, your body rocking in tandem with his motions. Before long, you could feel the pressure build on your stomach, thighs starting to quiver as your orgasm neared.

With every wet smack of your hips clashing, Michael could feel himself ready to come inside you again. It had been startling to him when he first came, the feeling euphoric and alien to him. However, after numerous sessions with you, it was something he strived for as he worked your body. The way your pliant body rippled enticingly with his brutal assault had him addicted. "So soft."

Wrapping his arms tightly around you, he pummeled away at your wet pussy. You could do nothing but take it. Your arms were caged on either side of you, unable to jerk free from his hold. He adjusted his stance so that your legs were around his, spreading you wide to take him all the way inside you. His mind set on filling you up once more, your screams driving him to completion as he jerked sloppily inside you.

"This. Is. Mine." He hissed in your ear, punctuating each word with a hard thrust. You only mewled in response, mind clouded with pleasure as slick and cum ran down your thighs.

Michael brought a hand to your lower belly, a pleased grunt leaving him when he felt the swell of him inside you. "You're mine."

🔞 Halloween Smutfic and Doodle: Michael Myers x Reader Part I 🔞

I want Michael so damn bad, guys. It's not even a joke at this point.

WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark fic, extremely dubious consent, inexperienced but curious Michael, dry humping, strangling/choking, dacryphilia, pussy eating, rough oral sex, forced orgasm, small mention of violence and death (reader don't die, don't worry)

⚠️ READ THE TAGS: Please be aware this work contains content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. ⚠️

Don't mind me as I'm listening to Deftones over this.

Sneaking into the abandoned Myers house was one of the last things you wanted to do on Halloween night.

You voiced out your refusal to Trey about entering, remembering the history of this house and the events that took place many years ago.

Trey was a cute guy you had been seeing for a few months now. He was pretty funny and mischievous, a welcome distraction from the rest of the buzzed and wild partygoers at the party you went to tonight. You had left with him, getting a little frisky in his car, when he pulled away from your lips and stroked your cheek. "Let's take this somewhere else."

Now you stared at the looming house with wide eyes, getting a sick feeling in your stomach when you couldn't see past the darkness. Trey laughed at you, telling you there was nothing to worry about as he dragged your reluctant form inside the broken and dusty home.

"I don't know about this. How can you be so sure that there isn't some random creep already living there?" Every time you took a step, the floor creaked making you flinch.

"C'mon. With no electricity or running water, why would anyone want to be here?"

You bit your lip, indecision clear in your face.

You let him lead the way, clutching his hand tight when you thought you saw something out of the corner of your eye. As you walked behind him, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up the further you walked and you started to sweat from anxiety.

There's no one here. Trey made sure of it. I'm just being paranoid. There shouldn't be anyone here...

You heard Trey open a door before walking inside a surprisingly clean room. Raising an eyebrow at him, he could only scratch the back of his neck, a slight blush on his face as he looked away from you. "I figured it would be better for us if we weren't rolling around cobwebs or dirt. I cleaned it up a bit last I came here. The white dress you have would've gotten dirty and I know you don't like bugs so I-" You interrupted him with a kiss, grabbing his shirt to pull him closer.

"You're so sweet." He had a dazed look, drunk off the taste of your lips as he licked his own.

"Hey, I want to try something. If you'd let me." You tilted your head, curious as to what.

"Like?"

"Do you trust me?" He asked seriously.

"You're not going to kill me, are you?"

Trey shook his head and pulled away from you to walk towards the bed. You watched him bend down to get some items beneath the bed. When he turned to you, you stared in alarm at the rope and binds in his hands.

"I want to tie you up for this."

You could only blink at him, mind reeling with what he wanted from you. "I'm not... I've never done this."

"Me either. I just thought it would spice things up a bit. A little excitement in the bedroom. Give us a little bit of a thrill, you know?"

"Trey, I..."

"Just give it a chance, please? If you don't end up liking it, I'll take them off immediately and I'll never do this to you again."

~

Now, here you were with your limbs tied securely to the bed and a blindfold over your eyes to shield your vision.

The position Trey had left you in made your face burn with embarrassment. Your arms were over your head, wrists bound together with rope and tied to the headboard. Your ankles were also bound and held apart on either side of the bed. It left your legs spread wide open, the short dress riding up your hips as you felt the air tickle your nether regions.

You had been in a heavy make out session with Trey, letting him feel you up and turn you into a mewling mess before he pulled away. Being blindfolded made you acutely aware of his skin brushing yours, goosebumps rising in your flesh with excitement. Reaching for him, you let out a grumble when you forgot about your restraints. He let out a chuckle, telling you he had something else he wanted to try before you continued. Your lips curled in displeasure before telling him to hurry up and show you. You felt him lift off you, hearing as he walked out the room and closed the door.

It couldn't have been more than a few minutes, but you started to fidget anxiously at the resounding silence in the room.

What's taking him so long?

"Trey?" you called out softly. "Trey, where are you?"

You bit your lip as you waited for him to respond.

Seconds passed with no answer.

You called out to him again a little louder, thinking maybe he hadn't heard you.

Still nothing.

Quickly getting unnerved, you tested the ropes to see if you could get loose somehow. The rope wouldn't give and you let out a whimper. If this was some sort of prank, you weren't laughing. Flailing in desperation to get free, you twisted every way you could to no avail. All you ended up doing was tiring yourself, letting out a frustrated breath at your failed efforts.

I swear to freaking God. When I get out of this, I'm going to... Your train of thought stopped, hearing the jingle of the doorknob. You held your breath, waiting to hear the door open. When it did, it opened so slowly that the sound of it startled you. Silence greeted you, your breathing the only thing audible as you waited for Trey to say something and explain himself. Why isn't he saying anything?

"Trey?" The floorboards groaned under his heavy footsteps, each step languid and deliberate as it neared you.

"This isn't funny anymore." You tugged on your restraints, not amused at his continued silence. "You're scaring me!"

Something wrapped itself around your throat and squeezed. Eyes wide beneath the blindfold, you felt the fingers of a hand dig viciously into your neck.

Your fight or flight response was immediate. You thrashed madly beneath him, your binds chafing the skin of your wrists and ankles. "What are you-?!" A horrible choking sound left your throat, the man clenching his hand tighter around you. This can't be Trey. He would never...

Tears were soaking the fabric of your eyes, the fear of dying running through your panicked body. Adrenaline kicked in to give you strength, the bedsprings squeaking with your flailing movements as you jerked your legs to try to kick him. You could hear his heavy breathing, your attacker's hand not budging from its steel grip on your bruised neck. Just when you started feeling lightheaded, you felt the rope around your left foot give. You quickly reared your leg back before slamming the heel of your foot as hard as you could at your attacker.

A painful ache on your foot followed his grunt of surprise, the pressure around your neck dissipating, letting you take in a large gulp of air. With your lungs filled with air, you let out a terrible scream (hoping someone would hear you), all the while kicking him with everything you got. You tried to pull on the other leg but it wouldn't budge no matter what you did. You sobbed in despair when he wrestled down your freed limb.

His built body came down on top of you, the bed dipping under his weight as he forced your thighs apart with his legs. This prevented you from hurting him with your leg. Your cries were cutoff when the pressure on your neck returned, only this time, he used both hands to choke the life out of you.

As you started losing consciousness, in the back of your mind you knew that this wasn't Trey.

~

Michael had caught sight of both of you when he was on the floor of his balcony. His eyes narrowed behind his mask when he saw you enter through the front door, the urge to kill you both rising. He hid his presence as he trailed your movements, tightening the hilt of his knife as he imagined your flesh giving under the sharp end of it.

When the male went downstairs, Michael's opportunity presented itself. Trey had barely found what he was looking for when he turned and saw Michael behind him. Before he could utter anything, Michael plunged his knife on the side of his neck. A gurgle of blood left him, staring at Michael fearfully before he fell down in a heap. Done with him, Michael went after you next.

Your neck was dainty and fragile beneath his grip. Michael observed your helpless body beneath his, a sick thrill running through him at your inability to stop him. He kept applying pressure and was ready to snap your neck when you accidently rubbed against him. Pinning you underneath him had made it possible to feel your soft body thrashing against him. You had arched your hips, unknowingly pressing your center between his legs.

Michael's eyes widened a fraction, his bloodlust jerking to a stop at the sudden stimulation. When you once again tilted your hips on him, Michael closed his eyes briefly and felt a build up welling inside him. Michael's grip on your neck loosened but he did not remove his hand.

Your chest was heaving as you breathed in much needed air, unaware that you ignited curiosity in the man above you.

It was the sensation of fingers skimming down your leg that jolted you. Still conscious of the threat above you, you froze, even as he tugged on the rope on your other leg and released you. It bewildered you what was his reasoning for it. As you tried to formulate some explanation, it came crashing down when against your inner thigh, you felt something hard poke you.

You swallowed heavily, your cheeks turning a deep red when you felt it throb. When you tried to jerk your hips away, Michael grabbed the back of your knees and pushed them to your chest. It left you horribly immobile and exposed the white satin panties you wore.

"H-hey...," you stuttered out, "N-no, please.. w-who are you?"

Michael ignored you, mind running with memories of couples fornicating before he killed them. He was always unaffected at the sight of debauchery, watching with disinterest as he waited for the right moment to reveal himself.

Now, with his blood rushing south to his hardened cock, and surveying your scantily clad form, he was suddenly filled with an urge to grind his hips into the juncture of your thighs.

Your clit started to throb under his ministrations, lips quivering when he nudged hard against your clothed pussy. A damp spot quickly stained your panties, getting wet against your wishes. Your body was warming up to his movements, the little nub between your legs filled with blood, engorging it in excitement. You tried muffling your voice as much as you could, but then Michael brushed against your clit. You couldn't hold back the weak little mewl that left you, mortification filling you when Michael stopped his movements at the sound.

The sound if it, so tiny and wanting, sent a shiver of lust down his spine. Michael pulled back to examine your trembling from, taking note of the hard peaks of your nipples through the white dress and your wet lips breathing in and out. He felt something wet beneath him, glancing down to see dark stain in his crotch from where he was pressed up against her.

He released a leg, using his free hand to squeeze the fat of your hip before shifting slightly back to see what you did to him. His eyes latched on to the indecent clinging of your underwear, outlining your puffy lips to his appreciative yes. Fisting the front of your underwear, Michael pulled until material tore from his grip.

"NO! Don't look!" You twisted your head to the side, eyes clenched tight as you felt the cold air bite your sopping flesh. "Please, don't look." You sobbed out the last bit, clenching your thighs shut to cover your shame.

Catching that small glimpse of pink flesh glistening with your arousal made Michael lick his lips in anticipation.

He wanted a taste.

Glancing up at your tied hands and covered eyes, Michael was assured you wouldn't be able to look at the real him. Raising a hand to his neck, Michael bunched the ends of his mask and tugged it upwards, slowly revealing himself to an empty room.

A pathetic cry left you when hands gripped either side of your thighs and forcibly pulled them apart. To make sure you couldn't deny him access, Michael draped your legs over his shoulders. You barely registered your position when he slipped his hands under your ass and raised you to his mouth.

You felt hot breath tease your quivering flesh before you were engulfed in white hot pleasure. Gasping at the firm lick along your vulva, you tried bucking away from him. You lost it when his tongue spread your lips, nose bumping against your clit as he lapped at your leaking pussy. A guttural growl left him, the taste of your slick snapping whatever restraint he had on taking things slow. The protest you had on the tip of your tongue dissipated, a shriek leaving you when Michael suddenly plunged his thick tongue inside you. He retracted his tongue only breach you again and again as you wailed at his actions.

Despite this being his first time, Michael was a fast learner, listening to your whimpers and keens as he found what brought out the most reactions in you. You babbled incoherently, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he sucked hard on your clit, swirling it viciously inside his mouth. You garbled out a series of 'no's', pleading for Michael to stop only to have him press harder on your quivering form, rendering you speechless.

Whimpers and throaty moans left you, your body consumed with the need to release, effectively silencing your opposing thoughts. You could hear the protests in the back of your mind, choosing to mute them out as Michael massaged your ass roughly and sloppily ate you out. You bucked your hips into his aggressive suckling, spreading your legs wide to give Michael more flesh to work with.

Michael took note of this, glancing up at the disheveled and wanton expression on your face. Your lips were wet and glossy, mouth open and drooling at his continued assault on your sensitive flesh. Your pathetic little mewls and moans only spurned him to action, gnawing at your soaked pussy. One of your breast had also popped out of the dress, a stiff nipple urging him to bite down and mark it with his occupied mouth. Later... he promised himself.

"S-stop...ah!... I-I can't..." Your body betrayed you, grinding on Michael's face desperately. You were practically smothering him with your scent, but Michael paid no mind. If anything, he pulled you closer, slamming you against his ravenous mouth.

Your body pulled taut, arching your back dangerously as you lifted off the bed, held up only by Michael's grip on your thighs. A scream of ecstasy left you, Michael driving you into a frenzy of satisfaction as you came violently in his mouth. The world went white for a second, your entire being going numb from the pleasure before you were brought back to reality.

You lay on the soft cover of the bed, limbs a useless weight as your energy was depleted. Your body was slick with perspiration, chest heaving with exertion from the shocking orgasm you just experienced. Your mind was free of thought, basking in the afterglow of your release.

Thinking your ordeal was over, proved to be untrue.

Your breath hitched when you felt a heavy weight slap on your pubic mound...

~

(What could it be, I wonder?~ 😈)

(A small visual because I really want Michael to dirty me...)

🔞 Halloween Smutfic and Doodle: Michael Myers x Reader Part 2 🔞

WARNINGS/TAGS: Dark fic, rape/noncon elements, extremely dubious consent, explicit content, heavy NSFW, Michael has a Big Dick, restraints, dry humping, dacryphilia, breastplay, rough sex, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, overstimulation, tummy bulge, creampie, squirting, size difference.

⚠️ READ THE TAGS: Please be aware this work contains content that the reader may feel uncomfortable with or otherwise triggered by. DO NOT READ if bothered by tags (especially if you're a minor). ⚠️

Note: Sorry for the delay, guys. Life's been busy but here ya go. Imagine whichever version of Michael in this story.

The blindfold was tugged upward, your red-rimmed eyes glassy and wide as you tried to make sense of your surroundings. Your vision was fuzzy for a moment, barely making out the broad male above you in the dark. You let out a gasp, squinting your eyes as you tried to make sense at who you were looking at.

"W-who are you?"

Rather than answer you, Michael laid his hands below your chest, keeping you in place as he pulled his hips back. With his freed erection out of his suit, he could finally feel your bare skin against his. Your spread legs quivered under his grip, the heat emitting from between your thighs driving him insane. His cock throbbed angrily, the feeling so foreign to him that he didn't know how to proceed at first. All he knew was that the feeling alleviated slightly when he rubbed against you. The underside of his cock was soon soaked with your slick, your arousal coating him and making him slide easier against your slit.

The movement caught you off guard, a hitch in your throat when you felt him, hard and thick, slide across your sensitive vulva. Shutting your eyes at the pleasurable feeling, you let him rock against you, stimulating your clit with every graze of his cock. You grit your teeth and turned your flushed face away, refusing to give in even as your nipples perked up with interest at his actions.

This was so wrong. You shouldn't want this...yet it felt so good. Your clit pulsed with every brush of his cock, your cunt clenching around nothing as it desired something to fill it. Tears built up in the corner of your eyes, your mind at war with your body over the pleasurable sensations running through you.

When he pressed the blunt tip of his cock against your entrance, you gasped turning your gaze to the apex of your thighs. Nothing could have prepared you for the sheer size the male sported. "W-wait wait wait wait!" You raised your hips, panic flooding you as you began to thrash again. It didn't matter how wet you were, he was not going to fit. "No!"

Your protests made Michael narrow his eyes, making him reach behind his back for his butcher knife. When you caught sight of it, your blood ran cold, your body stilling in fear.

The knife's edge slithered up your body, threatening to break skin if you so much as moved. You could only stare at him petrified. He stopped at your throat, the sharp edge of the blade pressing hard enough that you felt a drop of blood trail down to the nape of your neck. All he had to do was plunge it into your jugular and you would be no more. "Please, no... I'm sorry."

You couldn't stop the tears streaming down your face even if you wanted to. You weren't above begging at this point. You had no desire to die.

~

'I'm scared," your trembling frame more than proved it to him, "You're bigger than me. We can't do this, please. You're going to hurt me."

Michael tilted his head, your words giving him pause. He perused your body, taking note of how tiny you were compared to him. You were a small thing, easy to manhandle and subdue. There was no doubt that penetrating you was going to be a challenge.

But his curiosity had to be sated.

A shriek left you when he stabbed his knife on the bedding next to your head. He left it there as a reminder for you to behave and remain submissive for him. Opening the gap of his suit wider, he rolled up his undershirt to reveal the hardened muscles of his stomach. He hardly took notice of your shocked reaction, hands shaking in anticipation as he focused on your glistening slit.

Laying your legs over his hips, Michael reached down to grip himself, his organ twitching underneath his calloused palm. Lining himself to your entrance, Michael brought his hips forward to begin entering you.

Your body resisted the broad tip, his girth too much for your hole to allow it passage inside. "It's not going to fit." Sweat coated your body, your heart beating fast when he still pressed on. "Listen to me please, it's not-!"

A garbled noise left you when the head of his cock popped inside you, Michael not missing a beat as he shoved his shaft deeper into you. Your entrance pulled taut around him, the sheer circumference of him making you pale when he continued ignoring your pleads.

''You're going to tear me in two! Go slowly, please!" Your begging was for naught, Michael forcing your tiny pussy to stretch around his immense girth. He fed more of himself into your tight walls, ignoring your keening cries as he fisted the bedding above your head, knuckles white at the feeling of you clamping down on him. A pained grunt left him, eyes narrowing when he saw that you hadn't even taken half of him. You're body was wound too tightly, the tenseness of your frame making it harder for him to continue.

Michael took a glance at your face, noting the distressed way you crunched up your face and the hiccupping cries leaving your trembling lips. When your teary eyes met his, supplication clear in your gaze, Michael felt something in him snap.

Wrapping his arms around you, he held on tight to your shoulders. Confusion decorated your face when he buried his face into your neck. Just as you opened your mouth to question him, he snapped his hips forward. Your eyes went impossibly wide, a shrill scream leaving you as he tore through you.

~

The pain.

It was excruciating.

You shook your head at the icy pain, legs flailing on either side of him as you wailed horribly beneath him. "Take it out! Take it out!"

Fucking God, it hurt so much.

Heart-wrenching sobs left you, unable to focus on anything else but the burning strain of taking him. Daring to take a glance down, you choked on your saliva when you saw the raised bump on your tummy. It stopped just below your belly button, the shape of his cock creating an indecent bulge in your lower abdomen.

Your eyes lit with horror, afraid that he had torn you in two. When he shifted his weight, you let out a pained cry at the movement.

"Please, p-pull it out," you begged one last time, "You're going to kill me."

As you lay there, body in absolute agony, Michael was burning inside to hold himself back.

~

If there was such a thing as heaven, Michael finally knew it, buried balls deep inside you.

A shudder left him, his whole body shivering as he clenched his teeth at the feeling of your pulsating walls strangling him. When he tried to pull away, your insides held on tight, the vice-like grip on his cock nearly making him collapse.

Michael was apathetic to your sobs, too drunk off the tightness of your pussy. He'd never experienced anything like this. It felt like you were sucking him in, your gummy walls massaging his girth firmly and hotly.

Michael lowered his head to focus on where you were joined.

It was certainly a tight fit. His cock was completely inside you, your lips stretched taut around his shaft. He could even see where he filled you to bursting, the swell in your lower stomach startling him slightly. The sight made a hot rush of pleasure run through him. His cock twitched, your inner muscles squeezing him in response. Giving you time to adjust to him, he set about exploring your naked body in the meantime.

Lifting off you, Michael's hands traveled to your ribcage. His eyes locked on to your bountiful chest, the heaving mounds quivering enticingly beneath him. Michael squeezed your ample chest, his fingers digging into the pliant flesh eliciting a groan from you. He fondled them quite roughly seemingly drunk on how easily your flesh yielded to his grip. When he felt the hard peak of your nipples underneath his palm, his mouth went dry. Licking his lips, Michael pinched your nipples, pulling and rubbing them harshly. It elicited tiny gasps from you, your voice causing his heart to race in his chest. Bending his body forward, he let his warm breath tease one of your naked breast before engulfing your nipple into his hungry mouth.

The heat of his mouth was almost scorching. Michael suckled hard, his tongue swirling around your nipple as he tugged on the other with his hand. When he bit the hardened nub, he was surprised to hear you moan. It seemed that you enjoyed having your breasts played with, a red flush on your face as you looked at him abusing the little nub in his mouth. He was inadvertently distracting you from the pain between your legs.

Not taking his eyes off you, Michael pressed both of your breasts together making your nipples nearly touch each other. Opening his mouth wide, he licked them in one broad stripe before teasing the area around them with the tip of his tongue. Your chest was heaving heavily at this point, your clit pulsing with every touch on your nipples. After awhile of his curious lapping, he took both of your peaks inside his mouth and sucked harshly. Hearing your moan of delight pleased him, the sound traveling to his throbbing cock trapped inside you. He felt your body jolt in reaction, your walls soaking him with your juices as you tilted your chest up to offer more of yourself.

Unable to resist, he removed his mouth from your wet nipples, pulling away with a pop before choosing to bite the underside of your boob. It was fascinating to him how soft you were, how easily he could tear you with his teeth if he wanted to. He was almost tempted, if only to hear your anguished cries, but he found he enjoyed the kittenish responses he coaxed out of you more. He littered hickeys all over your chest, something inside him calling him to mark you possessively.

When he felt your hips grind hesitantly on his, Michael took it as cue that you were ready.

What remained of your dress was collared around your waist, Michael bunching the material in his hands as he straightened his back and braced his knees on the bedding. He used it as leverage, slowly pulling away from your pussy until only the tip was inside you. It was an anticipatory moment, his cock twitching with excitement at the prospect of impaling you again. Just remembering the feel of your sweet pussy was doing things to him. You had barely taken a breath when he slammed violently into your pussy, a resounding smack echoing in the room.

You cried out at his roughness, your body still not fully used to his size. "Slow! Please!"

Your words went over his head, Michael's mind engrossed on the delicious heat of your pussy as he tugged you back to his cock. He was hypnotized by the swell on your stomach when he pushed his member inside, his balls drawing tight as a tingling sensation spread to his spine. His body moved of its own accord, cock pulling away with strands of your slick before pumping back inside you. The pupils of his eyes widened, the lust overtaking him as he set a quick pace. You felt too damn good and it felt even better when he went faster. A feral growl left him, the beginnings of a blush starting on his cheeks. He was eventually covered in sweat from the energy he was exerting, but his limbs were far from tired.

~

The violent clashing of your hips nearly drowned out your cries. It felt like Michael's pelvis was trying to crush yours, your skin rippling with every solid thrust.

"Stop! AH! You're gonna-!" You're eyes crossed when the hairs of his groin tickled your nub, the stimulation making you wetter as you began to accommodate to his size. The size of his cock was hitting every sensitive spot inside you, driving your pleasure to a crescendo as you let out breathless moans.

It became hard to focus before long. With your body bobbing up and down haphazardly, you could only catch glimpses of him wrecking you. A fierce, almost angry expression crossed his face, gritting his teeth as the muscles of his body were tense and hard above you. It scared you, but it it excited your pussy. The sight of a big, dangerous male using you for his pleasure, reaching so deep inside you that you could almost feel him at your throat. At the mercy of someone primal was heightening your pleasure, body enamored with the bruising touches of a sinister male.

Oh, you were so fucked in the head.

Mere minutes passed before he succeeded in making you cum. It took a few hard bumps against your womb to make you reach your peak. Your back arched when you came, your eyes squeezing shut as you let out a scream. Your muscles contracted around him, clenching and clamping down hungrily as you soaked him with your release.

A low whine left you, the endorphins caused by your orgasm turning you putty below him. You felt so weightless and sated. You had never climaxed so quickly in your entire life and you were basking in the afterglow. You were about to drift off to sleep when you realized your body was still rocking erratically.

Oh, no.

He wasn't slowing down.

Noises you never thought yourself capable of left your lips, your walls strangling his shaft and sucking him in deeper with each penetration. You were far too sensitive, your raw insides protesting the friction as you tried to buck off him.

"No, no! Not anymore, I-I can't-!!"

He was a man possessed, not giving you any reprieve or slowing down his pace. You didn't know that when your walls contracted around him, he almost came. The way your pussy ate his rigid cock and drenched it nearly his undoing.

Then something happened that took you both by surprise. Jets of your slick spurted out of you, smearing a wet mess on your pelvises. Michael stopped his motions, titling his head at the liquid coating his abs and drenching his suit. You're whole body went red, mouth opening and closing in embarrassment at what your body just did.

You had just squirted.

Before you could try to curl in on yourself, he grabbed your waist hard enough to bruise and immediately set up the same relentless pace. Your body rippled once more with every thrust, your breasts bouncing lewdly as you cried out. The motion caused your body to slide up the bed before being pulled back harshly to meet his hips. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, feeling him battering your cervix with every thrust.

"S-sto-Ah!-p! You're going to-!" The veins along his cock rubbed something inside you, making you see white for a second. It drove you to clamp down harder on him and release another desperate scream.

~

Michael's ears picked up on it quickly, immediately setting out to find the same spot as he adjusted his angle.

Breathless cries and his growls were accompanied by the continuous slamming of the headboard on the wall. The bed shook horribly, the old wood creaking in protest as Michael took you in an animalistic fashion. Your back arched as you let out a final cry, limps quaking as he pulled another powerful orgasm out of you.

The pulses were getting stronger, driving Michael mad as he fucked you through your orgasm. He could feel the build up welling inside him, ready to burst with every push inside you. His hips were a blur as he increased the tempo, forcing a scream form you at his vicious pace. He thrust once, twice, before exploding inside you, tainting you with rope after rope of his hot cum. He bit his lip hard enough to bleed, shoving so deeply inside you that he threatened to penetrate your womb with his cock.

When the last of his spend jetted out of him, Michael nearly collapsed on top you, bringing his elbows forward to prevent himself from crushing you. He had to take a couple of deep breaths to get his bearings before shoving off of you. His cock dragged along your walls with the motion, your pussy clinging to him as he removed himself.

With his member lying limp, Michael took the chance to look at you. Your body was a shuddering mess, spasms running through you every few seconds. Your inner thighs were a mess of fluids, your slit puffy and shiny as your pussy dribbled out a mix of your cum and his.

As you lay there dazed and pussy full of cum, he swore you were his.

~

Your body twitched with every gasping breath you took.

Your head was high off the orgasms you've just experienced, body an oversensitive mess on the bed. Your slick channel clenched around nothing as cum trailed out of your raw insides.

He came inside...me...

So much cum inside...

You didn't have time to ponder the consequences when your eyelashes began to flutter. Shutting your eyes in exhaustion, you barely felt the binds on your wrists loosening, your hands falling limply beside you.

The last thing you remember before sleep took you was a hand scooping up the cum between your legs and pressing it back inside you.

(Yaaa, so... I want to get rawed by Michael 👉👈

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Michael Myers with an Insane Killer S/O

Some parts may include NSFW

NO TRIGGER WARNINGS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK

The way you two first met was pretty funny actually. It was halloween, and you took this to your advantage. Everyone thought they were safe since Michael was supposedly still in the institution. News hasn’t spread yet that he escaped, and was roaming the streets of Haddonfield.

You were dressed up as Michael Myers. No one was scared of you though… Short ass. Everyone knew Michael’s tall looming shape. You were not it.

You both had gone for the same kill, meeting each other in the victim’s hallway. He stared down at you, his head tilting to the side. You set a hand on your hip with a sigh, “now ain’t this coincidence.”

Michael did not like being impersonated. He was the only Michael Myers. The Michael Myers. He wasn’t having your little costume.

You found yourself slammed against the wall, mask ripped from your face to reveal your gorgeous features, his hand wrapped around your neck. You couldn’t help but smile. Oh that smile. Insane. “Harder…” You whispered to him. Michael’s never gotten this reaction before… He was beyond confused. He gave you his classic head tilt once again, dropping you.

“I told you harder, not stop.”

Yeah, he’s keeping you around. Just don’t put the mask back on or we’ll have some problems.

Michael ended up stealing your kill, which didn’t make you very happy. “I got here first! That was so mine dude!” You whine. He stood back up after yanking his knife out from the chest of his victim, staring at you. His way of saying, “please shut the fuck up.”

Michael was fascinated by you. You just grabbed his hand holding his knife, and licked it while looking up at him?!

He ended up following you around that entire night, watching you kill person after person. If there was another in the house, he would take the kill. In a way you guys became murder buddies.

He loved watching how you smiled when you killed. It showed how much you enjoy it. You were just like him.

He followed you home, and would not leave.

After many efforts to, you gave up, and left him be. Here’s to your new roommate.

He watched you almost every second of the day. When it came night, he would leave to wonder, and you would finally get some alone time.

This definitely got out of hand as he started to watch you shower. You didn’t take to this well.

“Dude! You creep! Get the fuck out!” You had wrapped yourself in the shower curtain, throwing soap bottles at him. He quickly turned around and left, seeming a bit embarrassed. He totally didn’t get a good view of your tits.

You grew more and more annoyed with Michael. He was invading your privacy. You lost count of how many times you caught him watching you change. What a pervert.

He also kept stealing all of your weapons to use himself. This didn’t settle well. You ended up losing it on him, and threw one of your knives across the room, landing directly in his shoulder. He just stared down at the weapon, and back at you. You were furious. “If… If you’re going to live here. You’re going to respect MY rules Michael!” You scolded, “I’m sick and tired of your bullshit!” Aw, you hurt his feelings.

He didn’t come back for a few days. Did you feel bad? Not one bit. The little asshole deserved it. He doesn’t understand boundaries.

He came bearing gifts when he came back. A gorgeous diamond necklace covered in blood, and a black kitten. He stood in your doorway, holding them out for you. You stood across the room, your arms crossed and an unamused look on your face.

You ended up taking them, not saying a word to thank him. You slammed the door in his face, holding the kitten to your face, kissing it all over. “Oh who’s a cute little baby… Oh, oh yes.” You smiled, receiving rough licks from the baby.

Michael continued to stand at your door, waiting for you to open it again.

When you did, he rushed at you, pinning you against the wall. Now he was tired of your shit. He comes to apologize, you take his gifts, don’t say anything to thank him and accept his apology? He’s pissed.

You giggle, “Aww, you’re going to kill me? Please. You’d be doing me a favor.”

You saw his eyes from underneath his mask. They were dark, consumed by rage. But you saw the beauty in them. They were a pretty blue… Well, one was. His other was a pure white, his iris nowhere to be seen.

“Kill me Michael.” You spat.

His hand around your neck tightened, and then dropped you, walking away.

“GOD! You’re so fucking boring!” You cry.

The next day you find him kneeled to the ground, petting the kitten as it ate her food. This warmed your heart. No… No it didn’t. You’re mad at him.

You had to release this pent up rage somehow. So you took your leave. You left town to make this kill, not wanting Michael to follow.

When you came back home at around three in the morning, you were covered in blood. Like you bathed in it. Michael could smell you from a mile away. Your chest heaved, your eyes lidded over as you locked eyes with Michael. You raised your knife, pointing it at him, “you have no IDEA what I just went through.”

No shit.

Michael didn’t seem to be listening, however. He was too distracted by the fact that you’re covered in blood head to toe. He felt all tingly inside. He didn’t know how to act.

“The fuck is wrong with you creep…” You shut the door behind you, giving him a weird look. He slowly walked towards you, kneeling down to your height, taking in a deep whiff of you.

He just moaned. HE JUST MOANED?!

Your eyes widen, backing away from him. “You make noises?! Did you just… moan?!”

Yes, he did.

Michael grabbed you with a force you’ve never felt before, his hand wrapped around your neck. He pushed you against the wall, his body pressed against you. He ripped off his mask, burying his face into your neck, licking up the blood.

You weren’t even surprised. The Michael Myers has a blood kink.

This was also the first time he’s taken off his mask around you. You were shocked to see he had a full head of very thick, curly dirty blonde locks… Your type.

This lead to the most hardcore sex you have ever experienced. You had lit a fire inside of him that had to be put out.

Michael thought you would’ve been scared of him, but every time he inflicted pain on you your moans just got louder. In fact it made you beg for more.

Your body was littered in red hand marks, hickies, bites, bruises, and cuts. You wouldn’t notice them until morning when you showered though.

You and Michael passed out after your VERY long session together. You both slept through the entire night, curled up in each other’s arms.

When you woke up in the morning you felt exhausted. You could barely walk. Not to mention your body was crackling from all the dried blood on you.

Your bed was coated in blood. So much for the new bed spread. Michael seemed to be content with it though.

After you showered you were shocked by how beat up you looked. Michael really did you out.

You walked over to Michael, grabbing one of your knives, and jabbing it into his stomach. He opened his eyes, looking down at you. His look definitely said, “seriously?”

“Asshole.”

This happened a lot.

You both enjoy hurting each other.

You both also get into a lot of fights.

Every time you get angry you throw things at Michael. He’s learned to dodge them.

Sometimes you hit. He’s also learned to dodge those… Which makes you even more pissed off.

His favorite thing when you’re mad is when you laugh manically with that gorgeous insane look on your face.

“HAHAHA OHHHH YOU’RE SO DEAD MICHAEL.” No he wasn’t. You were gonna try you’re hardest and still fail.

You try to kill him a lot. He just allows it to happen.

Whatever makes you happy.

He only hurts you during sex. Otherwise he keeps to himself. He knows you aren’t “immortal” like he is.

“I love you, Michael. Thank you for staying with me throughout everything…”

Yeah… I think he’s the only one who would… Goddamn.

You both started to kill together again, which solved the toxicity that happened in the house. For the most part.

Michael would’ve killed you by now. After all you’ve put him through. But he could never find himself doing it. Every time he went to do it you would just get incredibly horny, and it would turn into another long night full of your screams.

You ended up replacing all the furniture in the house with black furniture. Since everything just got stained with blood constantly.

Michael tolerated you because he loved you.

this was pretty shitty ngl but i needed to write something

michael myers (dead by daylight) nsfw alphabet

requested: no

Tw: smut

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

michael wont stick around after sex, your on your own to clean up

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

he likes his arms because he knows how strong he is

his favorite body part of yours is your neck because he loves the sounds you make when he chokes you

C= Cum (anything that has to do with cum basically)

he will cum anywhere but prefers to creampie you, he likes the way his cum drips from your overly used hole

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

he loves it if you try to fight back but hell never show it

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

hes not very experienced but he learns fast

F= Favorite position

missionary, he loves how he can see himself thrusting in and out of you, he also likes that he can choke you and see your facial expressions

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

hes serious, not because hes a dick or anything, he just struggles to laugh if you crack a joke and doesnt see the point in being aything but serious during sex

H= Hair (grooming habits)

he isnt groomed and he doesnt care if thats what you prefer. hes never had the time to focus on that and youll just have to accept it

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

hes rough with you, he only really has sex to get himself off but he will subconsiously learn what you like and will eventually get you off too

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

he doesnt really jack off, why would he need to now that he has you?

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

dacryphyllia (crying), knifeplay, bdsm, choking, manhandling, hair pulling, primal play, voyeurism, cnc

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

anywhere, as long as youre the last survivor

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick)

he gets off on stalking and chasing you, especially if you put up a good fight

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

hell try anything once, but you have to suggest it

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

he prefers recieving because he knows hes in control. if you ask him really nicely im sure hell eat you out though

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

he goes fast and hard, he has really high stamina so i hope youre ready for at least 6 rounds and then some after he gives you a break

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

he prefers to take his time with you but wont tyrn down the oppertunity to have a quicky

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

he will try new things but you have to suggest something first for him to consider it

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

hes got really high stamina so he can definently go 6-7 rounds without a break, but if he takes a break its 10-12 rounds

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

hes not a fan of toys but if you want them hell let you use them on yourself

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

he'll tease you but he wont tease himself or let you tease him

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

the most youll hear from him is panting and the occasional groan, hes not loud by any means

W= Wild card (nsfw headcanon of any sort)

he would absolutely take photos of you after youre all fucked out

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

11 inches hard, 7 inches soft and hes girthy with afew larger veins un the bottom and sides. his dick also hangs a little bit even when hes fully hard (good luck♡)

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

his sex drive isnt super high but if he sees you doing something hell get hard from watching you while youre oblivious

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

im not sure he sleeps at all actually but no he doesnt sleep afterwards, he just gets up and leaves to do something else