Kinktober 2025 - Day Tenđ
ft. Michael Myers (Halloween franchise) Day 10 - Oral Sex, Punishment, CNC **D.D.D.N.E., mind the warnings
Warnings: Nsfw (MDNI), Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, consensual noncon, oral sex (m!receiving), punishment, dark romance, slasher horror elements, canon typical violence, rough sex, possessive sex, you guys are roomies lol, he's nicer at the end...but reader loves him when he's mean, predator/prey, hunting hide and seek, sub/dom, lowkey toxic relationship but what do you expect from him Synopsis: You shouldn't have been defiant...cause now you were hiding in the bathroom and--crap, did the floorboard just creak? Word Count: 1613
Michael Myers x Fem!Reader (nsfw)
A/N: UMM AHH UMM ERR-- I love Michael Myers (he was my halloween costume 3 years back lol) ... Anywho--if you love dark romance and horror and smut, this is for you
Youâd fucked up. You knew you had the moment the word left your mouth. âNo.â How incredibly damning those two little letters were, for the instant youâd spoke it in a wavering voice, the monstrous shape behind you had stilled.
In the past few months, youâve shared this Haddonfield house with anâŚunconventional roommate. In that time, youâve learned to fear his stillness. It often meant his mind was working, those slithering thoughts of darkness spiraling and knotting, the embodiment of pure, senseless evil.
You regretted denying himâit had been a momentary lapse in judgement. Youâd been cleaning the dishes after a long night, head throbbing with the stress work had inflicted, when you felt his presence enter the room. It wasnât that you heard or saw him, only that you could sense his tangible
Youâd gotten too comfortable with the uneasy routine of living with Michael. Youâd thought you were safe, assuming that since youâd laid together before, you were exempt from his violence. You had thought wrong.
Heâd stopped just behind you, his hot breath fanning across your neck through the mask. Youâd ignored him as he stood there, watching, unmoving, invading your space. It was the only thing you could do when he did things like that. But when youâd continued to scrub at a stubborn dish without looking at him, youâd felt his large and calloused hands grab your waist. Youâd nearly dropped the slippery dish into the sink in your surprise.
âM-Michael, wait, Iâm doing the dishes right now,â you had stuttered out quietly, trying to focus on the task at hand. But as always, he hadnât cared about your thoughts or feelings on the matter. His hands had moved higher to grope at your breasts punishingly, unmistakably a sign of claim and power over you.
And thatâs when youâd made your fatal error.
Youâve been hiding in the bathroom for nearly half an hour since then, sitting in the tub with your knees drawn to your chest. Your heart hammered with the quick speed a small rodent mightâve had, and you felt like one tooâŚtrapped and terrified of the predator lurking about on the hunt.
Although you sat there without a sound or shadow to indicate he was near, you knew better than to assume heâd given up. It was more likely he already knew where you wereâenjoying the psychological torture of making you wait for his inevitable retribution against you.
Just when your legs were beginning to cramp from the uncomfortable position, you heard the softest creak. You recognized it instantly, knowing that just outside the bathroom there was a loose floorboard that always made a soft sound under foot. It was the only thing youâd heard, for Michael was incredibly quiet despite his sizeâŚbut it was enough of a warning for you.
The shower curtain was ripped aside with such menace that you cried out in fear. Your frantic eyes widened as you stared up at what appeared to be pure malice taken form. Michael loomed over you for two tense seconds, just long enough for dread to form a pit in your gut. And then he was grabbing you.
You screamed, kicking and thrashing as he hefted you up with a grip force that nearly shattered your fragile bones. Would he throw you into the mirror? Choke you out against the wall with your feet dangling? Drag you by your hair back to the kitchen, where heâd grab a knife from the block? He was wild in his fits of violence, in his thirst for death.
But he did none of those things. In his eyes there was a different kind of hunger, still none the less of dangerous magnitude. He half-carried, half-dragged your body out from the bathroom, your weight and resistance nothing in comparison to his inhuman strength.
You flailed as he dragged you down the upstairs hall, using a boot to kick open the bedroom door and hauling you inside. You yelped as he threw you onto the bed forcefully, so much so that you nearly hit your head against the headboard when your body bounced.
You scrambled to shield yourself, to cower and beg his forgivenessâŚbut he hadnât moved from where he stood at the foot of the bed, a formidable and menacing predator. Again, that stillness you so greatly feared.
âM-Michael, please, I-Iâm sorryâŚâ you whimpered out weakly, trembling on the bed.
He only stared at you, and though the eyeholes of his mask were two pitiless voids of black, you could feel the burning heat there. Frightful, you watched as he raised one lethal hand to the collar of his coveralls, and grabbed the zipper there.
The sound of it dragging down filled the room, and a cold draft fell over you, your skin erupting into goosebumps. âMichaelâŚâ you pleaded, crawling back on the mattress as he disrobed just enough to pull free his erection.
God, his size was monstrous. Larger than any man youâd seen before, and larger than you might have thought physically possible. You wouldâve feared it wouldnât fit if you didnât know any better. Afterall, it had fit last timeâŚand the time before that.
Michael approached, and you gasped as he wordlessly grabbed your ankles, pulling you so roughly to the edge of the bed that you felt the painful heat of rugburn on your back. You forced your limbs to move, to push at him weakly, to defend yourselfâŚbut it was useless. You were thrown about, forcibly rotated so that your head was suddenly bent over the edge of the mattress.
Both of his hands gripped your head tightly, not enough to hurt but enough to promise punishment if you acted up again. You sniffled a little, and forced your body to go limp. You knew he wouldnât tolerate any further defiance from youâthe threat was clear in the ragged breathing behind the mask.
You watched as he positioned himself at your mouth, and when his fingers balled painfully around fistfuls of your hair, you opened your mouth, submitting to him. There was no easing in, no mercy. He shoved his cock so far down your throat that his happy trail was pressed against your  chin.
Your eyes bulged at the aggressive thrust, the tip of him bullying into you so deep that you felt your throat bulging at the intrusion. You heard him grunt low and staccato, before he withdrew and promptly shoved back into your mouth. You tried to breathe through your nose as he began a ruthless, fast-paced rhythm, gagging on him with very little reprieve.
You loved it. God, how you loved it. Being used by him, the simple pleasure you got from submission. There was a dangerous thrill that came with being intimate with a cold-blooded killer, and you were addicted to it. No matter how rough he was, how unreadable and punishingâŚyou knew youâd never be satisfied by anyone else.
You salivated as he face-fucked you, eyes screwed shut as you felt your undergarments become absolutely soaked. His hands forcibly moved your head up and down to meet his thrusts, and you heard a deep groan escape him. Michael never was very vocal, but god how you went wild at those occasional, quiet noises from him.
He ravaged you unapologetically, using you for his pleasure and punishing you for your defiance all in one depraved, terrible act. You took it all, choking and crying, desperately aroused by your darkest fantasies come true. Maybe you were messed up tooâcorrupted by his innate, saturated evil and the shadows of his soulless existence.
You reached a trembling hand down your body to touch yourself, desperate for any sort of friction. It wasnât out of mercy that Michael allowed you this, but out of carnal dominion. He wanted you to enjoy thisâwanted your body to twitch with erotic ecstasy as he brutalized you in the way he knew you craved.
And god, how you did. You were so turned on that you were coming undone with the lightest of touches, crying and whimpering as best as you could with a mouth full of cock. Your throat vibrated with your sounds of pleasure, and the sensation sent Michael over the edge.
There was no warning as he spilled his seed down your throat with a quiet, strangled sound. Up to that point, his pace had never slowed or eased up; but now it stopped altogether, his dick shoved as deep into you as possible.
Fully sheaved, he held your head against his groin, forcing you to take every last drop of his spend. When he was finished, he released you, taking a small step back so that his half-hard cock slid out from your lips and fell wetly against your cheek.
His breathing was heavy and slightly ragged through the mask, and you blushed at the feeling of his black, empty eyes burning holes into you, your hand still buried in your pants. His aggression had dulled, his lust satiated at last.
He eased you back up into a sitting position, his hands falling to his sides as he watched you wipe your mouth clean with your wrist. You were high on endorphins and hormones, feeling perfectly content.
When he didnât move to join you on the bed, you cocked your head at him curiously. âIâm alright,â you murmured quietly. âI enjoyed it. I always do⌠Now, come to bed?â
And he didânot because you held any real, enforceable power over himâŚbut because he wanted to. He wanted to lay with you, and hold you, and never let you go.
And heaven help you, he never would.
