can you plz do some michael myers x dom reader smut ☹️☹️
BOUNCE ON IT
michael myers x male reader
authors note: I'm still not that great at writing smut, so I hope you can excuse any mistakes you may find. Also, I kinda changed your ask to have Michael be more of a power bottom because I just think it fits him more. Like, sure, the male reader has his cock inside him, but I think Michael is still in control and not as kitten/soft like as other smut paint him as. He's also still stoic as fuck though.
WARNING: 18+ SMUT AHEAD
"Fuck," You hissed, bitting your lip hard enough to draw blood as Michael began to deep throat your cock. The pleasure didn't gradually speed up nor you didn't expect him to go easy on you. After all, even with Michael being on his knees and giving you the most intense blow job to date, he was in total control.
"Mikey, please slow down. Imma cum quickly if you—"
You moaned deeply as he began to speed up even more, blond hair covering his eyes as he looked up at you unmoved. He gave no outward reaction that this was pleasurable for him, blank eyes staring at your soul as he showed you his non-existent gag reflex.
Your hands moved to his head, seeking stability of some kind, but before they made contact with his hair, Michael pulled back and stood up. The sight of your pre-cum rolling down the side of his mouth was erotic, you couldn't help but follow. However, he pushed you back on the bed and the world tilted.
You landed with a soft thud, the breath knocked from your lungs, and before you could even process the fall, his weight was on you.
His hands, rough and calloused, shot out, grabbing your wrists and slamming them into the pillows above your head. The sheer difference in strength and size between you two sent a jolt of electricity straight to your already aching cock. You struggled instinctively, but it was useless. He was a damn rock.
"Mikey—"
One of his hands traveled to your neck, cutting off oxygen as he leaned in, his face inches from yours. His eyes, still that unnerving, placid blue, held no mercy. He was a blank slate, a beautiful, terrifying machine, and you were the thing he was currently taking apart. You could smell yourself on his breath, see the faint sheen of your pre-cum still on his lips.
The sight made your hips buck involuntarily.
A low growl rumbled in his chest, the first real sound you'd heard from him, and it vibrated through your entire body.
It was a warning.
He shifted his weight, the movement fluid and terrifyingly fast. He kept his hand locked around your throat, using the other to line up your slick, throbbing cock with his entrance. With a brutal, downward thrust of his powerful hips, he impaled himself on you in one, single, devastating motion.
A strangled cry tore from your throat, the sound muffled by the pressure on your neck. The heat, the tightness, the sheer force of him taking you was overwhelming. Michael didn't pause. He didn't let you adjust. He set a punishing rhythm from the very first bounce, his massive thighs flexing as he lifted himself up and slammed back down.
His hand on your throat cut off just enough air to make your vision swim at the edges. Yet the lack of oxygen also sharpened every sensation. The drag of his tight heat around you, the slap of his ass against your thighs, the sight of his powerful, sweat-slicked body rising and falling above you.
He leaned over you, his chest against yours, his breath hot and ragged in your ear. Still, he was silent, save for the low, guttural grunts that escaped with each punishing drop.
The pressure in your core built to an unbearable peak, a coil wound so tight it was about to snap. And, as if sensing it, Michael's pace became erratic, his movements deeper and faster.
He was close too.
The hand on your throat disappeared and he pulled you up slightly for a bruising, possessive kiss. It was all teeth and tongue, a fight for dominance that he won without even trying. The new angle made the tip of your cock touch his g-spot repeatedly, causing his eyes to water slightly.
You couldn't handle it anymore.
The combination of everything sent you over the edge. Your orgasm ripped through you, violent and all-consuming, your body convulsing beneath him as you cummed deep inside him. He followed a moment later, a deep, silent shudder running through his massive frame as his own cum painted your stomach.
