~could you do a dean winchester one, were he roofies y/n~
Thanks 🙏
someone pleaseeeee request Castiel darkfics too
Dean Winchester x Reader
tw: noncon, drugging, roofies, date rape, misogyny, dead dove: do not eat, unprotected sex, scummy!dean, degradation, victim blaming, slut shaming, nonconsensual photography, blackmail
All characters depicted are 18+
Dean is many things, unreliable with the ladies is not one of them, or at least it shouldn't be. The routine is simple, hit up a local bar during his offtime from hunting, spot the finest girl, and start to chat her up with that certified Winchester charm, and it works everytime and he gets his dick wet, as well as a phone number he'll never call back. But this time is different...
The girl he sets his sights on this time is a shy little thing, couldn't be a day over 19, but hard to tell with tits like that, and that shirt is sure to show them off, so clearly she wouldn't mind him sliding into the seat next to her and ordering her a drink she doesn't even like without asking first. But instead of swooning she's cringing, trying to politely brush him off. But Dean isn't one to take no for an answer.
At first he backs off, politely apologizing for misreading her. Misreading her? Yeah right. She's an open book and the synopsis reads "fuck me". Still, he backs off for a while... until she leaves to go to the bathroom and leaves her drink unattended. There it is. The smoking gun. No self respecting woman would leave her drink unattended at a bar, not unless she wants a dashing man such as himself to add something a bit extra to it. That is a very clear invitation, and Dean has no plans of declining.
It's pretty easy to slip something special into her drink, the bartenders at this seedy bar aren't paid enough to care about what happens to some skank in a tiny dress. So when she starts to get all woozy, that's when Dean swoops in like a knight in shining denim to "walk her home", and being barely coherent she can't exactly decline. On the way out Dean slips the bartender a twenty for keeping his mouth shut.
His motel room isn't that far, and Sammy isn't home since he's hanging out with that girlfriend of his. Imagine that, having just one girlfriend. So Dean gets the entire motel room to himself for the night, and he's using this newfound privacy to the fullest. He lays her down on his bed, ignoring her silly whining and babbling as he quickly makes short work of her soaked panties, throwing them carelessly to some random corner of the room before spreading her limp legs apart. She's wet enough for him to shove two fingers in right away, and he's able to immediately tell that she's a virgin. Well not for much longer...
She's not entirely unconscious, well not yet anyway, so he can hear her adorably scared and pathetic noises when he undoes his belt, gently shushing her and telling her to just relax, to just lay there and take it, and he'll make her feel reeeeal good. He can't tell if her slurred words are protests or begging, and he can't be fucked to care, not when his cock is hard and aching and theres a pussy spread out right in front of him, ready to take care of him.
The minute he slides into her cunt, it feels like heaven on earth, tight and wet and warm, and her reluctance just makes her pussy tense up even more. Shit, if he knew roofying a bitch made her this tight he would have gotten into date rape a real long time ago. Well no time like the present, and she's a real present indeed. He doesn't bother with gentleness like he usually would with his other girls, she's just a wasted whore, and wasted whores don't get the gentle Dean treatment.
Once he's done he doesn't bother pulling out, making sure to leave his cum deep inside of her as a little surprise gift for her to wake up to. While he's at it, he's sure to snap a quick photo of the absolute state of her; half unconscious with her dress bunched up around her hips and her cunt leaking his cum like a two hit hooker. Just a bit of insurance to make sure she doesn't blab about this to anyone. Either way it makes no difference, Dean Winchester doesn't stay in one town too long anyway.
Can I request how yandere Leon would handle rejection? Like, reader constantly rejecting him until he snaps? Would he nonon reader if the rejection continues?
If you could make him a little pathetic, Something like he would actually cry from the rejection or cry from anger, hehe, I'll love you for the rest of my life 😭
Yandere! Leon S. Kennedy x Reader
tw: noncon, no penetration, yandere, age difference (reader is 18 and Leon is 27), sexual harassment, isolation, incel behavior, power imbalance, victim blaming, masturbation, cum marking, noncon kissing, "nice guy" Leon
All characters depicted are 18+
The gig was easy enough for one Leon Scott Kennedy; he just had to save a girl from some creepy giant castle full of death traps, and that girl just so happened to be the president's only daughter. Yeah. Real easy. Leon was dreading having to babysit some brat in a fortress of zombies and booby traps... That was until he laid his eyes on the girl for the first time, and he was smitten.
At first Leon thought the girl liked him too with the way she smiled and giggled, looking up at him with those cute, trusting eyes as he tells her that he's here to help, showing off his skills when he lands a perfect headshot on a monster. But... when Leon works up the nerve to actually make a move on her, leaning in close with his hand lingering on her shoulder too long to be strictly process, she tenses up, subtly rejecting him by pulling away and asking him about the situation, leaving her confused by her rejection, by her teasing.
Leon backs off for a while, not wanting y/n to complain about him to the president of all people, knowing that delivering her back safely might not be enough to spare him the doting father's wrath, but that doesn't mean his looks stop. It's subtle at first; glancing at her chest when he's sure she isn't looking, or insisting she goes up the ladders before him so that he can get a good view of what's underneath that short skirt. But soon enough, just looking isn't cutting it for Leon anymore, and being cooped up in some dusty old castle in the middle of nowhere isn't helping matters.
Leon doesn't want to just pin her down and attack her like some brute, he's a good guy after all, and doing something like that to such an important lady would make him no better than the crazed zombies prowling about, but he can't exactly keep his hands to himself anymore. After they get some reprieve in a safe room, Leon makes his move. He praises her for being such a brave girl, she's barely cried at all since the last monster attack despite being so scared, and he rewards her bravery with a sweet kiss on the lips, a knight in shining armor kissing his princess... until she pushes him away...
Leon feels absolutely humiliated at this rejection, feeling like the biggest idiot for misreading her signals. But that humiliation quickly morphs into frustration and anger. He has been nothing but kind and helpful to her, risking life and limb for her on multiple occasions while she uselessly cowered away from the monsters. He deserves a reward for all of his hard work and sacrifices, and this is the thanks he gets? Rejection and a scared look in her eyes? This isn't fair. This isn't acceptable. And this isn't going to slide.
Tears sting at his eyes and blur his vision as he pushes her down before she can even react, although even he himself can't tell if these tears are from anger or sadness at her constant rejection, but what he does know is that he's horny, he's been horny since they first met last week, and her constant dismissal of his advances has only exasperated his condition. This is all her fault, and it's time for the spoiled brat to clean up her own messes for once in her life.
He won't force himself on her, he's a good guy, he'd never rape some defenseless girl. But... he still needs to get off, and since she's been the one causing him all this grief it's only fair he uses her as an outlet. His sizable cock is already hard and leaking by the time he pulls it out. She screams at the sight but he gently assures her that she's safe, that he's not going to hurt her, he just needs her to stay still like a good girl while he... relieves all the tension she's been causing him. He jerks his cock while keeping her pinned down with his superior bulk, panting and grunting against her ear about how he really fucking wishes he was inside of her instead, but she being a bad, uncooperative girl, so his hand will have to do. After a long five minutes of him furiously beating his cock, he unloads right on the front of her shirt where those irresistible tits are, marking her as his in the most humiliating way.
Once he's done he'll pull his pants back up, feeling a mix of satisfaction, embarrassment, and a teeny bit of guilt. But even after all of that, she still follows him. He's not forcing her to come with him, but when the alternative is being left alone with monsters then there isn't really much choice at all.
Hiiiiii, I love supporting slasher fic writers ♥️ may I request Billy Loomis taking his shy s/o’s virginity? maybe some slight corruption kink and Billy wanting to take advantage of her innocence 😳
Billy was always so pushy with his poor little girlfriend, wanting to move onto the physical stuff within weeks of starting their relationship, but y/n had gently turned him down every time. It wasn't because she didn't like him, she absolutely adored Loomis and still couldn't believe she was somehow dating such a cute guy, but she just wasn't ready for the physical side of things yet. Billy seemed to have been patient and understanding... until now...
It started off small, but still hurtful to sweet, sensitive y/n. First Billy would start making fun of her to Stu right in front of her face, telling his friend in great detail how squeamish she'd get whenever he tried copping a feel or kissing with tongue, his exaggerated stories always making Stu laugh even harder than he usually did. Billy also became a lot more cold whenever she'd reject his advances, making a show out of sighing heavily and saying how he should've known she didn't like him enough to put out.
Of course this hurts y/n's feelings, but she doesn't want to break up with Billy over it. After all, they're in love! They're going to be together forever! But she hates it when Billy gets so mean... and he's really cute, he could have any girl in the school but he was nice enough to choose her, so she should be grateful for that, or at least that's what Billy always told her, and she was really starting to believe it... So after agonizing over it for a long while, y/n finally decided to give Billy what he wanted.
The next time Billy tried slipping her the tongue and moving his hand too high up her thigh when they kissed, this time y/n didn't refuse of push him away, instead she simply took it without whining... much. Billy seemed pleasantly surprised by this, his eyes widening fractionally before a devious grin split his handsome face and he gently patted her head, as if rewarding a compliant little bitch for rolling over.
Billy is pretty happy that y/n is finally complying, but now that he's getting the one thing he wanted, Billy doesn't have to pretend to be nice anymore. He won't be straight up cruel... yet, but he'll be a lot more insistent, pushing her head down and pressing her face towards the tent in his pants in an unspoken demand for her to open wide, for lubrication of course! He wants it to be good for both of them. Billy being so sweet and considerate makes her innocent heart skip a beat, and she eagerly sucks him off, even if she doesn't like the sweaty taste.
He then pulls her off abruptly, declaring that he's ready now, even if she isn't. Billy conveniently forgot to bring a condom this time, but he pinky swears that he'll remember to pull out in time, and that he'll stop if it doesn't feel good for her, offering her that sweet and reassuring smile of his that made her fall for him in the first place.
He pushes into her gently, moaning when he hits bottom and feels her wrapped around his cock, groaning out quietly how good she feels and how he was waiting for too long for her to finally stop teasing and give it up already. He stays buried there for a long moment, and when he does start to finally move, he isn't exactly sweet anymore.
Once he's settled into the feeling of a hot vice around his cock, he'll start harshly thrusting into her, his hips battering against hers as he shows her the full extent of his lust love for her, despite her whines and pleas for him to slow down, and how she isn't ready yet, but Billy pays her whining no mind, talking her through it by telling her what a good girl she is and how tight she's gripping him, her pussy hugging his cock like she never wants to let him go. Further proof she was made just for him. Proof that she belongs to him, and since she's his that means she shouldn't complain about a little roughness.
Even though Billy promised that he'd pull out in time, she's just too tight for him to pull his cock out of her pussy in time, and he ends up cumming inside of her despite her protests of not being on the pill, by accident of course. Once he's gotten his rocks off he's a lot less nice, telling her to stop complaining and that she agreed to this, despite having just flagrantly disregarded her wishes.
The next day at school y/n can't help but notice a lot of her peers looking at her funny, especially Billy's own inner circle, but he insists that she's just imagining things and being "paranoid as usual", and she naively believes him, but a tiny part of her can't help but wonder if her sweet, sensitive boyfriend had decided to brag about her putting out for him to the entire school...
Aftercare is nonexistent with Michael. He's barely present for the act of fucking itself, let alone afterwards. At the very most he'll stand there and just... stare, head tilted as if looking at a mildly interesting insect, but more often than not he'll simply leave, the urge to kill being stronger than the urge to fuck.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
The Shape doesn't have preferences in the way a human would, he doesn't have a favorite food, color, movie, or song, but that isn't to say he doesn't have some things he almost enjoys. He has his favorite holiday, favorite weapon, and favorite mask, and his favored body part would have to be his hands, not out of any aesthetic appreciation, but because his hands are weapons, weapons with the blood of countless on them.
For his niece on the other hand, he does seem to have a liking towards her slender neck judging by how often he grabs it, be it while he's fucking her or just when he has the urge to grab something and squeeze. Just one hand fits effortlessly around her neck, but sometimes he'll wrap both hands around her neck and strangle her within an inch of her life while he's balls deep inside of her.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Michael produces a shocking amount of semen for a man in his mid-sixties, and it's all as generally unpleasant as he himself is. His cum is impossibly thick and warm, the heat only intensified by y/n's humiliated blush when her creepy uncle decides to bust all over her cringing face. The taste isn't much better, being bitter and salty, almost tasting like blood, albeit a bit saltier.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Michael never speaks, so he doesn't really have secrets in the traditional sense of the word. However, there is one thing about him that nobody knows, not even the dozens of psychiatrists that had seen him over the past four decades; he gets off on killing. Not in the typical way that most serial killers do, but Michael quite literally gets orgasmic pleasure out of taking a life, out of stabbing in and out of a piece of meat until it stops breathing. It isn't uncommon for Michael to return to the old Myers house with a prominent wet stain on the crotch of his coveralls.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Unsurprisingly, Michael is a sixty year old virgin, having never had the opportunity to lose his virginity due to being locked up in an all-male sanitarium for his entire adult life, so not only is Michael his niece's first time, but y/n is also Michael's first time. How sweet. Despite this lack of experience, Michael is surprisingly aware of what he's doing, knowing how to move his hips, how to hold her head in place, how to yank her closer when she tries to squirm away. Though one thing he doesn't know is how to make her feel good, and he doesn't care to learn.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Position doesn't matter all that much to Michael, as long as he can sink his dick into her he is fine with it, so more often than not he'll either take her against the wall or bent over a surface, although he also gets some enjoyment out of the prone bone position, one arm firmly around her neck as he fucks her with his entire weight pressing down on her slight form.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He is neither serious nor humorous during sex, he isn't... anything. The mask obscures his face and muffles that rare noises he might make, and the brief glimpses she gets of his one good eye beneath the mask betrays absolutely no emotional, no humor, no sense of importance, no pleasure, no anything, not too dissimilar to how he is when he kills.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Michael doesn't have much hair on his head or body, but he's not completely hairless. His pubic hairs are more gray than the whitening hairs on his head, and his pubes naturally don't grow too much, however they're coarse and roughly rub up against y/n's clit and labia as he ruts into her.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Michael just... stares. Despite the intimate position he often has his niece in, with his body pressed impossibly close against her's and his masked visage mere inches from her face, there is nothing romantic or intimate in his eyes, and said eyes never shut in bliss even as he climaxes, in fact he hardly even blinks during the act.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Michael, despite having nothing but time to himself for 40 years, has never masturbated before, not even in his younger years despite the constant arousal he'd experience. It's a mystery if he even knows that jerking off is an option, but even if he does know he still never considers it? Why would he when there is a perfectly passable set off holes that just so happen to have his niece attached to them?
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Choking:
Strangulation is one of Michael's prefered murder methods, it's the one that gets him off the very most besides stabbing, so it's a no brainer that he'd want to incorporate his favorite manner of killing into sex, either having an arm or a hand tightly clamped around her neck as he pounds away, not caring if she passes out from lack of oxygen, and even if she did wind up losing consciousness Michael still wouldn't let a minor inconvenience like that ruin his orgasm.
Knife Play:
Calling it "play" is quite misleading, because Michael doesn't see such things as a game. His knife is an extension of his very being, the conduit for his sick pleasures, so he will have it in his hand more often than not when he is fucking her, against her neck, her cheek, her vital arteries, wherever he feels like pressing it that day. Sometimes he might even just stab her, in a non vital spot of course. Michael is a good uncle.
Fear Play:
Again, Michael isn't exactly "playing", he doesn't just get off on her fear, he needs it, the fear itself is like an orgasm in and of itself for him. He doesn't really need to do anything to have her trembling in abject terror, he's already the Boogeyman, being in the general vicinity of him is enough to have any normal person in terrified hysterics, and poor y/n is unfortunate enough to be up close and personal with him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere in the Myers house is sufficient enough for Michael, it's not like he ever let's her leave anyway. He'll mostly fuck her wherever she happens to be standing, but he seems especially inclined to take her in Judith's old bedroom, especially on Judith's old bed or against the window he spends hours on end staring out of, but what gets him off like nothing else is fucking his niece right in front of that same vanity mirror where he murdered his older sister all those Halloweens ago.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Fear. Watching someone's eyes widen and breath hitch at the mere sight of him is enough to make him rock hard in his coveralls. Murder itself also makes Michael horny, but not enough to fuck the corpses of his victims, although in all his depravity he has considered it before, only deciding against it because corpses can't react, but his niece can. Another oddly specific thing that turns Michael on is watching his niece brush her hair, just like she used to.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that necessitates his mask being removed. His mask is his true face, the very essence of his being, it's what makes Michael Myers Michael Myers, so he would never willingly remove it for any reason, so she shouldn't expect any kisses from her dear Uncle Boogeyman. Michael also won't abide anything that involves him being the one submitting, being made to concede, to take it, he will always be the one on top, asserting his dominance over everything.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving oral sex would require Michael to remove his mask, something he absolutely cannot abide, so he won't ever eat his niece out, not that her pleasure matters to him anyway. Receiving however is no problem for Michael and is something he'll silently demand quite often. His cock is very big, nearly impossible to fit down her tight esophagus, but that doesn't deter Michael from making her deepthroat it every single time, in fact her gagging and crying only serve to encourage him.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Michael never rushes, while killing and while fucking, so his thrusting pace will consistently remain as slow as his walking pace. But while he is slow, he certainly isn't sensual or God forbid romantic with it, his thrusts are slow, deep, and rough, impersonal like a mindless killing machine that has been temporarily reprogrammed to fuck instead or stab, and he will only marginally pick up the pace when he's getting close to climax.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He doesn't exactly consciously map out how long sex will take, just that he wants to do it and that she's going to take it, so he has no opinions on how long or short the fucking will be, just that's it'll happen, whether it is short or long depends entirely on how long it takes Michael to cum, which varies depending on his mood.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Michael is actually fairly vanilla... or as vanilla as a pure evil emotionless serial killer can be while he's fucking his own biological niece. He isn't very experimental or risky, by nature he is a creature of habit, but on rare occasions he might "spice things up" so to speak, such as fucking y/n against Judith's window during the daytime where anyone could see, or doing something as almost mundane as fucking her in a different position than usual, albeit always in one where he is the one in control.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
His stamina is uncanny and something entirely inhuman. This is the same man who has survived the impossible and can stand in front of the same window for hours on end, unmoving and without fatigue. So Michael can go for hours if he so desires, and without any hint or tiredness or a single break in his ironclad focus on her face. He can also last a good while, sometimes upwards to ten or more minutes before he climaxes, but that all, like everything about him, depends entirely on his whims.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Michael is a man in his sixties who has been on the inside for his entire adult life, so he has zero experience with toys, nor does he have much desire for any. Michael doesn't have much in the way of personal property, only his old house, his clothes, his mask, his knife, and his niece, those are the only things Michael owns, so no toys. But if he's feeling especially nasty, Michael might use the handle of his knife as a makeshift dildo, thrusting it in and out of her tight heat while she cries and squirms. At least he isn't using the sharp end... this time...
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He doesn't exactly posses a normal sense of humor despite his enjoyment of his special brand of "trick or treating" every Halloween, but he isn't completely incapable of some semblance of amusement. The most amount of "teasing" he'll partake in is that unnerving tilt of his head he'll do when she cries or pleads in a way he might find mildly entertaining or titillating.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Michael has not spoken a single word since he was a six year old boy, and that holds true even while fucking, he doesn't moan, grunt, or groan at all while thrusting into her, but sometimes, sometimes, when he gets close to climax he just might let out a quiet, barely audible groan before he cums, it's so quiet that she can't tell if it's him making the sound or just the noises of the old house settling.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Michael is actually somewhat... monogamous for lack of a better word. Sure he'll be "attracted" to the girls he stalks who remind him of Judith or Laurie, but he won't fuck them, the only person he'd ever fuck is his niece. This isn't out of loyalty or love, but because she is his blood relative, and that is the biggest turn on of them all for him. Michael has always been... family oriented, ever since he was a young boy.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Michael is big, and age has not dimmed his size at all. His cock is 8.5 inches flaccid and 10 when erect, he's also circumcised with two prominent veins along his shaft and a medium amount of gray pubic hair at the base of his dick. His balls are also big too, mostly due to him constantly being pent up and having over forty years of suppressed arousal to let out.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Michael's arousal levels are quite high, but that doesn't always translate into his desire for sex. Murder turns him on more than sex does. When his cock is painfully erect he'll either deal with it by killing someone or by fucking his niece, it all depends on the day.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Michael almost never sleeps, and when he does sleep it's more like a machine powering down than an actual human being dozing off, so he'll almost never fall asleep after fucking her, he'll just... stare at her... for a painfully long moment before turning and leaving the room to do... whatever it is he feels like doing at that point in time.
Michael wasn't expecting to fail, not after all of his efforts to get his young niece Jamie Lloyd alone and defenseless so he could kill her. It should have been easy, she was just a little girl after all, but unexpected intervention came in the form of Jamie's older foster sister y/n, who had actually managed to defeat him through sheer luck last Halloween, albeit temporarily and for just long enough to get her younger sister to safety. Michael wasn't used to being beaten. He didn't like it. Didn't like her. He wanted revenge.
He'd deal with Jamie later, the poor thing was confined to that children's hospital since last Halloween, and y/n visited her beloved foster sister every day, but one day her parents had both left Haddonfield for "important business" the night just before Halloween, leaving their young adult daughter to watch the house. She suspected the two just wanted to avoid the holiday after the trauma of last year. Now she was alone in their family home, alone and with her guard down.
y/n was tidying up the place before going to her room to get all dressed up for her hangout with Tina, vulnerable as she changed out of her clothes with her back to the door, first the shirt, than the skirt, until she was standing half naked in her bra and panties. She turned around to grab something nice from her dresser, only to be face to mask with it, with The Shape. Michael Myers. The man that had killed so many people and tried to kill her and her baby sister, now he was mere inches away from her scantily clad form, black eyeholes somehow glaring at her with pure malice.
He was on her immediately, roughly shoving her and making her stumble and fall face first onto her bed. She tried screaming for help before remembering she was home alone for the next few days, and it was hard to scream when Michael shoved his calloused fingers into her mouth to silence her cries, and when she instinctively bit down on the invading digits she was instead met with a knife to the throat as the man's entire weight pressed down on her smaller back.
His knife nearly sliced her throat as he positioned himself behind her, his broad chest pressed flush against her bare back. It took her a moment to realize what exactly what he was doing, but by the time she figured it out it was already too late, and he roughly slammed into her, his grip on the knife faltering for a fraction of a split second as an almost imperceptible shudder of pleasure surged through his body, before deciding to ditch his beloved knife all together in favor of holding her neck in place with one large hand as he began to rut away at her cunt.
Michael was heavy, so heavy in fact that she could hardly breathe with his entire weight pressing down on her own slight frame, heavy balls slapping against her pert ass as he pounded away at her with single-minded purpose. She thought she could protect his bloodline from him, that Jamie wouldn't succumb to the darkness that ran through her veins. That was fine, because he could always extend that bloodline, add a new relative for him to one day slaughter, and he was going to use her to carry on his cursed lineage. The thought of infecting her with his spawn is actually what triggers his first orgasm.
It seems like he might stop after that, his movements slow and his hips move only slightly, pushing his load deeper into her womb for a moment before suddenly starting to move again without warning or any sign of fatigue. This goes on for a while, fucking her and cumming in her over and over again until his thick semen is spilling out around his shaft with every thrust and her stomach is visibly bulging with the copious load pumped into her overflowing womb, it would be shocking if she wasn't knocked up already.
It's hard to tell how long it's been, it was light out when Michael showed up and now the moon was high in the night sky. A pitiful whine of relief escaped her drooling lips when he finally, finally pulled out of her stretched out and filled up cunt, his seed leaking out of her like spilled molasses, staining the once pristine sheets of her bed with the white puddle spilling out of her. It was more likely to than not that she was full of Michael's babies now, and if by some miracle she somehow wasn't; then there was always next Halloween to rectify this error...
hiiiii can I get something with 2018 Michael x (adult) Niece reader pls? something really dark preferably! >_<
Family First
Michael Myers x Niece!Reader
cw: smut, incest, noncon, age difference, size difference, stalking, sadism, canon typical violence, choking, virginity loss, murder (not reader), Michael Myers and Laurie Strode are siblings
All characters depicted are 18+
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Michael Myers had been incarcerated in Smith's Grove Sanitarium since escaping and going on his killing spree in 1978, where he had managed to spill a good amount of blood, but none of it was his blood, or rather his sister's; Laurie Strode. He had failed to kill his sister that night, and with her having died whilst he was incarcerated and growing older, it seemed like he might never get the chance to murder his family ever again. That was until two little podcaster birdies had informed him of something he was not privy too; there was one left.
A niece, living right in his hometown of Haddonfield for the past eighteen years without him knowing, and with his prison transfer being just around the corner, The Shape knew this wasn't a coincidence, the doctor probably wanted him to escape and kill again, and kill he would.
After the bus had crashed, Michael had left to retrieve his new clothes along with his true face, leaving a trail of bodies in his wake to get the latter back, and once the mask is on, he's in Haddonfield before dawn.
He doesn't even have a picture of his newly revealed niece of his, but he doesn't need one, he has instinct, and when he sees a young woman with Laurie's face, Laurie's walk, Laurie's sweet innocence before he ruined her peace of mind forever, Michael knew that he had found his niece. Laurie's baby.
Meanwhile y/n, naive, sweet, stupid y/n Strode is none the wiser. She had been scared of her infamous uncle ever since she was a little girl begging her mother to check the closet for The Boogeyman, but now as a young adult she had no reason to be scared, he was locked up after all, and he had no way of knowing about her. If only she knew that he had been following her around town since yesterday.
At school? He was there. At home? He watched her every move through the window. With her friends? He was there, imagining how he'd pose their corpses for her to find. But he doesn't act yet, not until Halloween night. That is when he strikes. Her friends are no challenge, ditzy girls who don't think to be wary of any potential danger until it's too late, his knife cutting through cartilage beautifully. Her adoptive family is no threat either, Michael cuts down the imposters before they're even aware he is there. Then, and only then, when everyone that could save her is dead at his feet, that is when Michael initiates their family reunion.
Her screams of shock and horror at the sight of her loved ones' corpses sends a jolt of painful arousal straight to Michael's cock, neglected and perpetually aroused from over half a century of neglect. He was originally here to kill her, but now? Now Michael wants to take the one thing from her that he could never take from Laurie; her virginity.
y/n is in too much shock to see The Boogeyman coming from behind her, and by the time she hears his heavy footsteps and turns around, her fate is already sealed. It's almost comical how perfectly Michael's hand fits around her throat as he pins her to the wall, the dawning recognition in her eyes makes his erection even more painful, makes him even more eager to get rid of the unpleasant arousal between his legs, more eager to use her to relieve it, rubbing the tent in his coveralls against her clothed crotch, her shudder of disgust nearly making him cum right then and there.
She can't pry his hand off her neck no matter how hard she tries, effortlessly holding her aloft by the neck with only one hand, possessing strength that no 61 year old man should feasibly have, whilst his free hand unzips his coveralls, exposing the old scars and thin gray hairs on his chest as well as his massive cock, which throbbed and leaked as if the organ itself was angry, as if it was furious that it hadn't gotten to be inside this relative a lot sooner. Michael is quick to rectify this injustice.
His niece is tight, so tight in fact that he can barely even penetrate her cunt at first, but he manages to bottom out inside of her through sheer willpower and brute force, the throbbing tip immediately kissing her untouched cervix as he hits bottom. Michael isn't sure what's turning him on more between her tightness and her cries.
Michael doesn't speak throughout, because he has absolutely nothing to say to her. He doesn't moan either, the most noise he'll make is his heavy breathing, and the occasional barely audible groan that escapes his throat when her cunt squeezes him just right. The sounds dominating the room are her cries and the obscene slap of flesh on flesh, wiry gray pubes grinding against her twitching clit with every deep thrust from her uncle. Not only that, but his stamina far surpasses most younger men, let alone that of an old man, his hips relentlessly pistoning into her obscenely tight cunt, whereas most men his age would get winded going up a flight of stairs.
There is no warning when he cums. His groans aren't audible and his thrusts barely speed up. By the time she realizes he's close it's already too late, and he's cumming inside her untouched womb. She silently prays it's her safe day, God she doesn't want to get knocked up with The Boogeyman's incest baby. She should be safe however, after all he's much too old to knock anyone up. But then again she thought she was safe in her town, safe from him, and he had quickly destroyed that certainty of safety, and judging by how rock hard he remained inside of her, it seemed like he was going to prove her wrong again, and again, and again.
