the title says it all >:3 this turned out wayy shorter than i wanted but alas we pursue
pairing(s): halloween kills!michael myers X (implied long haired!) sub!reader
warning(s): nsfw, mix between rough & soft because hot, no genitals specified for the reader, daddy kink, power and size kink for Michael, hair pulling, choking, slapping, going from missionary(?) to doggy to mating press, breeding mentions, creampie, rushed ending
MICHAELfucked you relentlessly with a hand on your throat, his other holding one of your legs in the air. He looked at you intensely behind his mask as he fucked you nearly dumb. His balls slapping against your ass the obscene squelching and skin-on-skin noises coming from his actions only aided to the heat of the moment turning the both of you on even more; not to mention the loud, obvious pants from Michael and moans, groans, and whines from you.
Your hands gripped Michael’s shoulders tightly, not sure where else to put them in the situation, as a sudden shock flooded your body from him slapping you. You moaned, a gurgle following it as he returned his burnt, three-digit hand to your neck. Michael grunted and dug his nails into the skin of your lower thigh.
“Daddy,” you choked out. You saw Michael’s face get closer to yours and lean to the side. You were quick to kiss the latex lips of his mask, it being surprisingly cold compared to the hot breath coming from between the lips and nostrils. “Turn me over, please? Please.”
In several swift movements, you had your face smashed into the pillows, your ass in the air, and Michael continuing his pace with the same force. With each thrust, you let out choppy, barely audible cries. Michael let out a strand of grunts before tangling a hand in your hair to jerk you backwards on his dick.
You were lifted off the pillows your hands instinctively went to to hold you up, your mouth falling agape in reaction to Michael shoving his cock deep inside your hole. You clenched around him. You could tell Michael was attempting to catch his breath; you felt the latex nose of his mask brush your shoulder blade before feeling the burnt material against the cheek that Michael had earlier slapped.
“I’m gonna breed you,” Michael growled. “Whether,” he thrusted between each of his words, “you want it, or not.”
You let out a defeated whimper at his words. You felt his injured hand slide down your sides, only to leave your body to hang at his side.
Michael readjusted himself on his knees before he plowed into you and groaned your name quietly. “Daddy, oh God,” you responded. The sound of your name falling from his lips was a rare but loved experience.
Whining, you looked over your shoulder, looking up prettily through your lashes at Michael; from the corner of your eye, you could see your ass and Michael’s hips moving quickly. You felt his grip tighten on your hair and felt his burned fingers touching your neck.
He turned your head to face forward, only to pull your head back with your hair and wrap his other hand around your neck again. You moaned quietly and looked at him, smiling since he was upside down from your view. Michael tilted his head slightly to the side then thrusted harder. Your eyes crossed and fluttered shut, making Michael smirk under his mask. “Pretty.”
Michael took his hands away from your hair and neck and put them on either side of your head once you’d compressed your arms under you, all the while pausing his hips. You’d buried your face in the pillows once again. Michael plunged his dick in and out of you, not bothering to start slow.
You whimpered into the fabric, your hand going to wrap around Michael’s finger. He watched your movements as he fucked you, his cock pulsing as he saw your hand compared to his; Michael was stronger than you, more powerful, he could do anything he wanted to you.
The feeling of his cock stretching and pulsing inside you was enough to make you climax. You panted and whined from sensitivity due to Michael not stopping. He wasn’t gonna stop until he came, something he always did when the two of you had sex.
Michael quickly pulled out of you and turned you onto your back before folding you practically in half in mating press, ensuring you the only reason you moved was because of his hips. He shoved his cock into with no hesitation.
“Michael,” you keened, “can you lift your mask, please? Please, daddy, I’ve been good for you. Don’t you wanna give me a kiss for being good?”
With a grunt, Michael lifted his mask enough for you to see from the tip of his nose down. He leaned down and pressed a forceful, heated kiss to your lips. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed back hungrily.
You swallowed Michael’s pants and groans as he continued the rough pace of his hips, he in return swallowing your whines and sobs. “Daddy, can I cum again? Please, please!”
“Mhm.”
You thanked Michael through your moans until you both came, not simultaneously but close in time. You panted under the older man and watched through heavy eyes as he pulled his mask back over his mouth.
The two of you watched as Michael removed his cock from your abused, opened hole. You bit your lip to hold a moan as your boyfriend’s seed started to drip onto the bed.
Michael took his non-injured hand and, without looking, wiped it onto his fingers, and plunged them into you. You cried out from surprise, overstimulation, and pleasure.
“Keep it.” He whispered violently before placing a makeshift kiss against your lips with his mask.
Alright so I’ve gotten random motivation to write for this version of michael. Why? How? Idk. Maybe I’m just a whore for fluffy slashers who just need a hug.
Oh and I often write him softer than canon & focus on his mental health/trauma so if that’s not your cup of tea then don’t read this or future fics.
