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lipglossanon · 1 year

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With Your Hands Between Your Thighs And A Smile

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(Title from the song lyrics 505 by Arctic Monkeys)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, stepcest, slight breeding kink, creampie, dirty talk, stepbro!kurt, fem!reader, slight perv!reader

Quick author’s note: if the thought that Kurt seems OOC crosses your mind just know I don’t care lol. Enjoy!

More stepbro!kurt found here

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The house is quiet after your mom and step dad loudly declared they were heading out for their monthly date night. You only wave goodbye as you continue to channel surf.

Kurt, your brand new step brother, sat slouched on the other end of the sofa. You gave a quick glance to him and saw he was completely zoned into his phone. He frowned down at the device before locking it with a sigh.

“The b-battery on this is shit,” he mutters out loud, turning his attention to the tv.

You hum in agreement, as you now openly look at him. You kinda hated how much you liked him. He was such a loser but weirdly sweet. He has been nothing but nice to you and your mom—really trying to make you both feel welcomed (although you could tell he and his dad had a strained relationship).

After he got over the fact you didn’t do social media (his exclamation of “how will people even know who you are?!” was met with an eye roll and a laugh, “I’ll introduce myself to them, Kurt”), you and he got along really well. The fact you wanted to fuck his brains out, however, is something you’ve been keeping pretty close to the chest.

You’ve had to live together for the past few months now since the actual marriage ceremony and you feel like you’re about to crawl out of your skin with want. Kurt is so cringe and clingy, but somehow that seems to really work for him. It hasn’t stopped you from fantasizing of riding him in the back of his car or think about sneaking into his room at night to slip under his covers for a bit of fun.

And now, here you both were at home on a Friday night with your respective parents gone until the wee hours of the morning. You bite your thumbnail as a half formed idea flitted through your brain. You bring your attention back to the tv and begin to purposefully search through the channels for a borderline porno type of movie. Once settling on one, you press your back to the armrest so your body is facing out toward Kurt.

It takes a few scenes before it seems to click with him, which by that time you already have your shorts tugged down as you slowly tease your slit through the gusset of your panties.

“W-what’re you doing?” he whispers, like he’ll get in trouble (god he’s so clueless it makes you want him even more).

“Just trynna have a bit of fun, Kurtie.”

His jaw clenches but his eyes stay on the motions of your hand as you slowly tease yourself. You give him a coy smile.

“You can’t touch me but if you want to jerk off, I wouldn’t mind.”

He sucks in a deep breath and you watch as his dick thickens in his sweatpants. You moan and shuck your shorts and panties all the way off, leaving your cunt bare to his gaze. You then strip off the skimpy tank top you were wearing with nothing underneath leaving your tits completely uncovered.

Kurt’s eyes greedily take you in, bouncing from your hardening nipples down to your dripping pussy.

Your fingers dip back down your body to circle your sensitive and swollen clit. You let out a low whine as a gush of slick coats your inner thighs.

Kurt’s dark eyes sweep over your body, back up to your own heavy lidded gaze.

“You’re so hot,” he breathes out quietly, his own hand squeezing at the bulge in his sweatpants.

You bite your lip to hold back another whine.

“Wanna touch you, Kurtie”

“I-I want to touch you too, but we can’t,” his brows furrow, “we shouldn’t even be d-doing this.”

You sigh out a moan, “I know. It’s really dirty.”

You slip your fingers through your slick folds and sink your ring and middle finger into your soppy wet hole.

“Wish it was your fingers, Kurt. Your hands are so big.”

You watch as he slips the band of his sweats down to his thighs. His cock springs up with a wet slap to his belly.

“Fuck,” you moan, “want you in my pussy so bad.”

“You can’t say that,” he pants, hand slowly beginning to stroke his cock in time with your thrusting fingers.

You pout, “Why not? It’s only the truth.”

“C-cause,” his eyes dart to the door, “we’re step siblings now. What we’re doing is bad.”

You hum, “Mmhmm so bad.”

You slowly ease your fingers out of your clenching heat and crawl over to Kurt’s side of the couch.

He stops stroking his dick to press his hands into your shoulders to stop you moving into his lap.

“W-what’re you doing? You said no touching,” his eyes are glued to your swaying breasts and bare cunt.

“I changed my mind,” you murmur and push against his hold to slip into his lap. You both let out low moans at the feel of his hard cock rubbing against your wet pussy. He kicks off his sweatpants the rest of the way leaving you both now nude.

“We just won’t put it in,” you whisper against his lips, “it’s not wrong if you just don’t slip it in my needy little hole, right Kurtie?”

Your lips drag against his with every sinful word from your mouth. His pupils are completely blown out when you pull back to run your hands down his chest.

“Take this off for me, please?”

He scrambles to quickly remove his shirt, only to get tangled in it before ripping it off and throwing it down on the floor.

You bite your lip as you card your fingers through the light smattering of his chest hair.

“God Kurt, you’re so hot it’s stupid.”

“Y-yeah?” He watches you completely dazed, hands loosely holding your hips like he doesn’t know where to put them.

“Mmhmm, wanted to suck you off the first time we met,” you suck your bottom lip into your mouth as you move your gaze from his chest to his eyes, “wanted to cry and choke on your cock while our parents were having their stupid dinner date in the other room.”

“Fuck.”

His hips thrusted up, dragging his cock up against your clit making your hole clench on nothing. His hands slowly come up and cup each breast. His thumbs begin to softly circle your nipples.

You mewl, arching your back so it pushes your breasts further into Kurt’s space. His lips are parted in awe as he takes your nipples in between his fingertips and tweak the hardened buds.

You couldn’t stop the wanton sounds from tumbling out of your panting mouth.

“So sensitive,” Kurt whispered to himself, ducking his head down to suck on your nipples constantly swapping from one to the other.

“I love your tits, you’re a-always wearing such low tops, and—” he grinds his cock up against your thighs, smearing precum along your skin.

Your hands slide up from his chest to cradle his jaw. You watch him pout as you pull him away from your breasts. Your hands slink down his body to tease the thatch of hair above his dick. His hands go down to your hips, massaging and groping the fat there.

“Maybe,” your gaze drifts down to his swollen, leaking cock. You softly tease the tip before pressing his foreskin back to circle the head.

“Maybe you could just put the tip in,” you say, still dragging your fingers against his pink cockhead.

“Wha—“ he moans, eyes clenched shut and the grip on your hips bruising. You hope there are fingertip shaped marks tomorrow.

“Just the tip isn’t going all the way, is it?” You coo at him, fingers slipping away from the head of his dick down his shaft to feather across his balls.

“Fuck,” he moans, his head dropping forward into the junction of your neck and shoulder, his eyes taking in your hands teasing his balls.

“Just t-the tip, nothing else?” He finally gets out, pulling away to look you in the face.

You smile wickedly, “Exactly, Kurt. It’s gonna feel so good.”

He groans, “Alright, but just the tip. We can’t do a-anything else.”

“Of course, Kurtie,” you press a quick kiss to the apples of his cheeks. “Now, put it in me, please.”

“You want me— oh, fuck. Okay, okay,” he’s mumbling to himself as he slips the tip of his dick into your wet spasming hole.

“Yes, so good. Such a good boy for me. S’just the tip Kurtie, promise won’t go any further.”

His hands are gripping the fat of your thighs like a lifeline, head tossed back in an effort to keep still.

“You’re so fucking tight, god I can’t—“ he chokes out, bringing his blown out gaze to your own.

“You’re just too good at stretching me out, Kurt,” you whine, pressing closer to him, dragging your lips across his in an almost kiss.

“Fuck me, y-you can’t just say s-sh-stuff like that.”

But you’re so desperate at this point and not able to think past the feeling of the slight stretch of your pussy and how empty it feels. Whining you work his cock further and further into your body as Kurt just holds your thighs in a death grip.

He’s mumbling out, “Stop, baby, f-fuck. Can’t keep going— you’re gonna— shit your so tight, gotta stop before we go too far.”

He groans until you’re sitting flushed against his pelvis.

You lift you up just to slide back down, enjoying just how big and thick he is inside you.

“Couldn’t wait, Kurtie,” you sigh out, eyes slipping shut and cunt stuffed full.

Your eyes flutter back open only to see Kurt’s lips pressed in a thin line and eyes dark.

He lifts you up until he’s nearly slipping out before slamming you back down, a choked cry leaving you.

“You promised you wouldn’t go too far.”

He repeats the rough thrust and now makes you grind down as his dick stretches out your weeping cunt.

“But you just had to do what you wanted, huh? Needed me to plug up your s-sloppy little pussy? Telling me how nasty of a, a girl you are.”

He doesn’t pull out as he shifts you both to lay out on the couch. You cry out as he begins deep harsh thrusts, so thankful you’re the only two home as Kurt rails you into the beat up couch.

“Nothing but a cock slut,” he growls in your ear, “only good for letting me use your tight hole.”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant, nails digging into Kurt’s broad shoulders, “need it, need you.”

“I’m not gonna last too long,” Kurt grits out.

“Mmm, you gonna cum in me? Going to fill me up?” You gasp out, feeling as Kurt thrusts into you even harder.

“Y-Yeah I am. I’m going to fill that p-pretty pink pussy to the brim and you’re going to love every s-second of it aren’t you?” He pumps his hips faster, feeling your cunt tighten around him.

“Mmm yes, please,” you moan, dragging your nails across Kurt’s back.

Kurt begins to grind down with every thrust of his hips, making you take him as deep as possible.

“Fuck, I-“ Kurt realizes much too late and is now trying to slow his thrusts, feeling closer and closer to spilling inside you.

“I’m n-not wearing a condom.”

His eyes finally drag up from watching his cock piston in and out of your clenching heat. His brows are furrowed in a mix of worry and pleasure.

You moan at the distraught tone and worried gaze, walls clenching around the thick cock splitting you open. You lift your head up to nip at his earlobe, tongue darting out to smooth the sting.

“Doesn’t it feel good though?” You murmur in his ear, “feel how wet and tight my pussy is? You know you want to give it to me. Watch as your cum drips out, leave my hole a sticky mess.”

He moans out while his hips pump faster.

“That’s it, Kurtie,” you purr, eyes glinting in pleasure, “give it to me. Make me cum on your fat cock and I’ll let you cream this pretty pussy.”

Kurt groans and begins to thrust sloppily with abandon. His hips are now rabbiting into your squelching cunt. The couch creaks as you’re filled again and again, your g-spot battered with each thrust that has your toes curling in pleasure.

You let out a breathy moan, “Oh, fuck, I’m about to cum.”

Kurt clumsily slips a hand between you two and starts rubbing at your clit a little too roughly but eager to please; his inexperience is doing it for you though. Your orgasm crashes over you. Your clit throbs as your pussy walls clench rhythmically around the cock filling you causing Kurt to reach his peak as well.

His thrusts stutter into your pliant body as rope after rope of hot cum fills your spasming cunt. You feel his cock throb and kick inside you as your hole keeps milking him for every last drop of cum. He lets out a low moan as he continues to finish inside you.

“There’s so much,” you gasp out, loving the feeling of being pumped so full of Kurt’s hot cum.

“Y-yeah I always—there’s always a lot to clean up,” he blushes so hard the tips of his ears turn pink.

You hum a happy sound as your drag your nails through his messy hair, “I like it, Kurt.”

He looks at you with the most lovesick expression you’ve ever seen before shaking his head.

“This is—we shouldn’t have—“

You lean up and catch him unawares as you kiss him breathless. Kurt’s eyes widen in surprise but lets himself sink down into your body, kissing you back.

Pulling away you give a soft bite to his full lower lip.

“I wanted it, Kurt. And from the feel of it you did too,” you grin up at his flushed expression, “plus it’s pretty hot to get creampied.”

You felt his cock kick inside your well used pussy.

“Wanna go again?”

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sinner-for-starker · 1 month

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"Come on, bambino, be a champ and take daddy's cock." Tony whispers to his son as he pressed his tip against his son's cunt. Peter was slowly reduced into a babbling mess with tears running down his cheeks as he relaxes his cunt around his dad's big cock.

"Too big." Peter hiccups- eyes wide- looking so sinful with moist cherry red lips- flushed pale skin and glassy doe eyes. "D-daddy- it's- you're too big for me!"

"Oh no- is my little kiddo feeling sore with just daddy's tip inside his cunt?" Tony asks in a fake condescending manner, he reaches in between them and began playing with the boy's clit, the boy shrieks- arching his pretty back off of the bed. "You can do it, sweetie pie, you're daddy's good boy right? You want to be daddy's good boy?"

Peter whines and nods promptly, "Y-yes! Yes- Am- Am daddy's good boy." his kiddo says in a more confident tone. Tony could feel his son's walls relaxing around him but fuck- the boy was still so fucking tight around his thick cock.

"That's it- that's it, m' boy, just like that- fuuuuck- fuck you always feel so good around daddy's cock, my love, the light of life." Tony praises Peter as he began moving his hips in a slow gait, his hips snapping with hard fervor as he forces his cock deeper into his son's smaller cunt.

Peter's small moans and movements of his hips to meet Tony's pace was enough of an indication that the boy was enjoying it- with tears running down his cheeks, Tony leans close and licks the boy's cheek before pressing his mouth against Peter's lips, locking his son into a feral saliva-exchange while Tony pounded his cock, hitting every spot that makes Peter squeal into his mouth.

"Da-dad! Daddy! Am gon- gonna cum daddy!" Pete wails into Tony's mouth.

"Go ahead kiddo, come on, cum on your father's cock, make a mess, give it all to your daddy, bambino." Tony growls as he hammered his hips harder and faster into Peter's pink cunt that was now squirting and gushing cum on his cock. With three more deep thrusts, he cums with a low grunt, his hips wavering and stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt, filling his son womb with his potent cum.

"Mmm- daddy- so full." Peter says in a gibberish manner, already cock drunk and hazed with pleasure, eyes half closed as he looked at Tony.

"Of course, baby, gotta have my kiddo full and well-bred right?" Tony whispers, pressing kisses against his son's temple, pulling him closer for a hug while his cock stayed inside his son's cunt.

Peter doesn't answer but Tony chuckled when all he could hear were soft snores from his baby boy.

"Good night, 'bino. I love you so much." Tony says tenderly, tucking his kid in with his arms wrapped protectively around his son.

This is dedicated to my baby boy: @tnpt-depravity, I hope you like it my love. And thanks to starkercest fam for encouraging me to write, you peeps are amazing and I'm glad I met y'all.

#starker #starkercest #tnpt #nff #starker smut #tnpt smut #tw: incest #tw: dubious consent #tw: ambiguous age #tw: breeding kink #rob tries writing #tw: afab peter

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arminsumi · 10 months

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˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱ plush bed

Multi x AFAB!gn!reader

Warnings; 🔞 MDNI, smut

It's so nice to get fucked on a soft, plush bed by him. He presses your body into a mountain of pillows, intently watching as he causes the fat of your ass to jiggle, following the motion of his thrusts. His hands overlap yours, while you desperately cling onto the silky soft sheets.

"You're so pretty like this." he murmurs in a hot breath against the shell of your ear. "Makes me wanna put a baby in you."

Armin, Scara, Gojo, Levi, Geto

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 11 months

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Congratulations on so many followers! You deserve every single one with how damn talented you are! I'm unsure if this has been requested before and if it has feel free to ignore this but could I ask for a scenario where Jason Todd/Arkham Knight drags his lover back after they escape and there is some needy filthy sex? If I could ask for anything specific could I maybe have some breeding kink if at all possible? Thank you so much!

He'd spent so many nights thinking about what he'd do when he saw ____ again, but nothing could prepare him for how it felt to really lay eyes on her after so long. It felt like he was back to who he used to be, before...before Joker. He was a stupid naive teenager again: going out on dates before midnight patrols, checking in on her to see she'd fallen asleep by her window waiting for him to come visit at the end of a mission with Bruce, getting teased by Dick and Barbara because his mask had a few glossy kiss marks on it...

And then, he was back, zooming in on ____ through his cowl as she walked around her apartment. He'd been watching her for a while now, tracking her routine and waiting for the right time to reunite with her again. His hideout had all the proper security measures involved, he had a few men in the militia he could trust to work as bodyguards for ____ when he had to go on missions, and he didn't know how much longer he could go without seeing her again.

His lieutenant waited in the car while he stepped out and climbed up the side of the apartment building with ease. The security at her place was pathetically easy to override; after a quick bit of hacking by her window, the security system cameras throughout the building were disabled and the motion alarm at the window glowed green instead of red. He slipped inside of her window silently, and when he looked around he saw that she was still in her bedroom.

As much as he wanted to reunite as soon as possible, her safety was priority one. He could tell her everything later, but right now he needed to get her to the safe house.

Jason peeked into ____'s bedroom and his breath hitched when he saw her sleeping under her covers. He was finally with her again. He was in the same room as her after so long. He wasn't going to ever leave her alone again.

She still had that cute little twitch of her fingers whenever she was in a deep sleep, and Jason recognized the t-shirt she was wearing as one of his old ones. She'd kept it after all this time...unlike Bruce, she never forgot him. He stood over her and watched her sleep for a few minutes, even recording it with his cowl's camera to keep this moment forever. For the first time in months he felt his shoulders and neck relax as he simply stared at her; just being in her presence again was enough to make him think he might actually be alright one day. Not now, not anytime soon, but one day. As long as he had her.

He finally cut his moment of bliss short to start the next stage of the mission. Once he'd opened up one of the hidden containers by his suit's belt, he fished out a tiny syringe and a muscle relaxer to fill it with. After a quick flick of the syringe to eliminate any air bubbles, he leaned over ____ and injected her exposed shoulder.

The sudden pain made her jolt awake, and she screamed in surprise and fear at this sudden intruder. Jason quickly threw the syringe aside to prevent her from trying to use it as a weapon and climbed on top of her to restrain her. "It's okay, it's okay," he assured. "Just relax." The cowl's voice modulation made his soft words sound more like a threatening low growl, and ____ desperately tried to fend this intruder off. When she tried to scream for help, he covered her mouth with one hand until her eyes fluttered and her body sank into the mattress.

"Sorry."

He was silent during the entire drive back to the compound, and his lieutenant didn't dare to try and break it. The only time Jason spoke was when ____ started to stir and weakly move away from his grasp. The Arkham Knight just folded her arms down and put her over his shoulder to carry her inside.

"Unless it's an emergency, nobody's radio-ing me for the rest of the night," he ordered. "You're big boys and you've got the resources to handle problems yourself. Don't disappoint me by coming to me unless Batman himself is at the front door. Got it?"

A chorus of "yes sir"s came over the comm feed. ____ tried her best to get an idea of where she was while drugged and upside down over her kidnapper's shoulder. Men in armored uniforms were running around, riding in tanks, and it seemed like their leader was the man currently carrying her. He'd mentioned Batman just now...was she taken as a hostage? Why her? She only knew him because of her relationship with Jason; after the funeral Bruce had held, she barely talked to him aside from a quick check-in every month or two. Then again, she was an easier target to capture for his attention than Catwoman or Tim or Drake.

"...not...tellin' you anything," she slurred. "Can't fight but...don't care. 'm not gonna give in t' any shit you pull to torture it outta me."

Her captor bristled for a moment as he shut the door to his quarters and locked it using several functions on his cowl. "I didn't bring you here to torture you," he insisted, his voice surprisingly soft and almost hurt by the suggestion. "I'm here to keep you safe. Gotham's about to be a war zone soon, and I don't want you to be out there. Not until it's finished."

He set her down onto the bed and gingerly ran a few fingers over the syringe mark on her shoulder. "It shouldn't hurt anymore," he said. "The relaxer should wear off in a few hours, and if you don't try to fight or run off I won't have to give you a second dose."

____ frowned and turned away from him. "Thanks, Stalker," she muttered bitterly. "You're my fuckin'...hero or whatever."

Jason felt a hint of a smile on his lips behind the cowl. "You haven't called me that in a while," he replied.

____ blinked at him. "Huh?"

Her captor pressed the release button on his cowl to show his face, and his fingers shook slightly as he stared straight at her. "Your hero," he repeated. His computer-altered voice switched to his own, and ____'s eyes widened as she recognized it--and him.

"Jason? Wh--"

She was cut off by Jason crashing her lips against his. As she struggled to breathe, to think, to do anything really, he started to cast off his body armor over the side of the bed so he could touch ____ directly. He pulled away to kiss her jawline, then her neck, and all the way down her shirt. Even without his gauntlets on anymore he was able to grab the fabric and tear it apart so he could touch and taste and reunite with every bit of her. Nothing could come between them ever again.

"I missed you," he moaned. He peeled off the skintight bodysuit he'd had under his armor, leaving himself entirely naked. Not wanting to be alone, he pulled ____'s panties down past her ankles and shivered with anticipation and awe. He hadn't gotten to see her like this in so long and she was even more beautiful than he remembered.

Once he latched onto her clit despite her murmured pleas to just slow down and explain what the hell he was doing here, alive, running some kind of army...she gasped and moaned as he made her body sing the way he always used to. He felt her arousal drip down his chin and eagerly fisted his cock until he knew she was ready to take him.

"I wanna be gentle, I really do," he pleaded, cupping ____'s tear-stained cheek. His voice wavered as he lined himself up with her and pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance. "But...God, I've missed you so much, I'm gonna..."

The moment he started to press past her tight walls, the two of them gasped and Jason let out a low sob. "F-fuck, fuck yes, I missed you," he moaned. He rocked into her at a feverish pace, bucking into her hips and picking her up to hold and cradle her in his lap. ____ sniffled and had no choice but to take it, using what little strength she had to cling to Jason for dear life and bury her head in his shoulder. It really was him. She'd dreamed of seeing him again before, but never like this. Where had he been? Why did he kidnap her? What was he doing? And why did he have to be so rough?

Jason chased his high and moved his hand to toy with her clit using two fingers, curling and pinching and rubbing until he could tell that she was close. Even after all these years, they still fit together so perfectly and knew each others' bodies so well in bed. He only wished he didn't have to drug her so they could really make love the way they used to, instead of her being barely conscious while he railed into her.

As her cunt clenched around him and she sobbed his name over and over, he shuddered and came soon after with a sharp cry of her name. He was so lost in bliss that he didn't even think to pull out of her, not when her cunt was this heavenly after years of being without her. He panted softly and lowered her back onto the bed before moving to cradle her with his arms while softly kissing her neck. "I love you," he murmured reverently. "I missed you so much, I love you so much, I'm never losing you again..."

For the first time since he'd been held in the bowels of Arkham Asylum, he didn't have any nightmares. Just a pleasant dreamless sleep accompanied by a wonderful feeling of warmth and fullness.

#tw: dubcon #tw: noncon #.jason todd #.arkham knight #yandere jason todd #yandere arkham knight #yandere arkhamverse #.arkhamverse #.dc #yandere dc #.myshit #fem darling #tw: breeding kink

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manic-eddie · 2 years

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Steve Harrington-core

#steve harrington #steven harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington breeding kink #tw: breeding kink #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve x reader #steve smut #steve harrington meme #steve harrington memes #steve harrington imagines #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington stranger things #stranger things steve #babysitter steve #dilf!steve

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revelinginthedarkrooms · 2 years

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Yandere!Michael Myers x Reader - Fascination (Female)

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Fandom: Halloween (Rob Zombie)

Pairing: Michael Myers/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, implied kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, choking, vaginal fingering, oral sex, deepthroating, size difference, implied/mentioned breeding kink, belly bulge, somnophilia, referenced vomiting

Notes: This took me three fucking days to write and is purely indulgent kink hell. (Ugh, I’m rusty.) RZ Michael has always been my favorite (and no, it’s not because my name is Angel - er, Angela), and I’ve finally mustered up the courage to write for him!

Please note that I DO NOT promote real-life sexual assault. This is merely a work of fiction meant to be erotic. If sexual assault is a trigger for you, then I would advise you leave this oneshot now.

Fingers pressed eagerly against you, cupping your pussy as a thumb rubbed methodical circles into your clit.

You squirmed and jolted and whimpered against the man who held you to his chest, his heavy breaths hot against your ear. Pleasure bloomed in the pit of your gut with fingers slipping past your wet folds, pain chasing behind with the pressure of his hand squeezing your neck.

How had you landed in the clutches of Haddonfield’s worst nightmare? Even you struggled to figure that out, and the sensations of his fingers fucking into your dripping cunt did not help.

You gripped at his left arm, feebly trying to pull it away from your neck, but that only earned you a deep growl and a tightening around your windpipe. Black danced around your vision as you struggled to gasp, the pain a toxic tango with the arousal deep in your belly.

“St-- stoh--” you choked, tears prickling your eyes as you clawed at his coveralls before your head fell back against his shoulder, the latex smooth and unsettlingly cold against your cheek. “Ulgh--!”

Michael’s heart was pounding against your chest, the most emotion you think you’d ever seen from the silent killer. He leaned forward as if to see his handiwork when he pulled his hand from your panties, making your hips jolt again. Slowly pulling apart and sticking his fingers back together, he admired the translucent tendrils of arousal that clung to them like webbing.

Your chest heaved with panting breaths, your body quivering in both the cold and your cooling pleasure. When he brought his hand closer, you could smell yourself on his hand - and it made your stomach clench; from nausea or arousal, you couldn’t tell. His other hand trailed from your neck to your cheek, and his thumb prodded at the side of your mouth.

Weakly your lips parted, and you let out a muffled moan of protest as he stuck his fingers in. The tang of your sex filled your senses, danced on your tongue and made you choke as he pushed them fully inside, nearly hitting the back of your throat.

A huff, perhaps of amusement, and his fingers popped out of your mouth, leaving a string of saliva between your tongue and his hand. His other hand stroked your cheek before going back down to your throat, pinching loosely while the other disappeared into your panties once more.

A guttural whine escaped your throat when a third finger prodded through your lips, splaying open with the other two already inside. The stretch bordered on uncomfortable, but thanks to how wet you were they easily pressed against your walls. His thumb continued to press on your clit, and unwanted, delicious electricity sparked through your body as your hips jerked and jolted in his lap. The bulge in his coveralls pressed snugly against your ass, hot and twitching with every accidental grind against him.

A low groan vibrated through his throat and sent a pleasant buzz through your head, still nestled in the crook of his neck. As if rewarding you, his thumb pressed harder at your clit and coaxed you into your first orgasm of the night.

You screamed, back arching as the coil of arousal in your belly snapped, and waves of electric pleasure shot through your body and ended at your pussy, convulsing and gushing around his hand.

Michael’s breathing quickened, and his free thumb stroked along the edge of your jaw in a cruel facsimile of a lover, the danger belied in the soft touch of his hands, the way his arm loosened slightly around your neck and trailed down to cup your ample chest.

It took all of your might not to cringe away, knowing the worst would return. Your neck still bore bruises from when you first woke here, sore even as your pleasure overrode your pain.

His fingers squeezed you through your nightgown, the soft fabric all that stood between him and his prize.

You didn’t have the energy to fight.

Shivering as he took his right hand out of your panties, you gasped when he moved to grab the knife at the bedside table. Your entire form stiffened against him, trembling slightly as he brought it closer to your face; it was as if he was warning you to behave.

Slowly, the knife lowered. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears trickling down your cheeks.

When the blade caught on the elastic of your panties, a low keening sound left your throat. In one movement the garment tore down the center, the blade barely missing your sensitive sex. The knife was returned to the table, and he grabbed at the ruined fabric, yanking it from your legs. Your knees clacked together, your eyes following your panties as they were flung across the room before landing on the cold floor.

His arm forced your legs back open, and with a yelp you were lifted from his lap and rested on the bed with your beet-red face shoved into the blankets. Your hands immediately sought purchase on the bed when your hips were raised further. Your knees rested atop his crossed legs, and a rustling caught your attention.

Before you could turn to look at him, he shoved your face back into the blanket, a muffled exclamation your only protests as something soft and ticklish hit your bare ass.

Your fingers clenched on the ratty old blanket when you felt a hot breath against your core and stubble scratching against the back of your thighs before he forced your legs back open. Your pussy involuntarily clenched, a rippling shiver going up your back. A test, a cautious stripe licked up your lips made you jolt backward. His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to stay still as that same tongue trailed back down towards your clit.

An aroused huff warmed your pussy as you felt him press his face harder against your ass, teeth and tongue exploring your quivering sex with the voracity of a starving man in the face of a feast. Lewd squelching and slurping filled the room along with your breathy moans as you attempted to muffle your voice in the blanket. A stale taste hit your tongue as you bit into it, and you quickly pulled back out of disgust.

“Mmmmmmm...” You could hear - and feel - him groan against you, the vibrations rippling through your pussy and making you arch your back in ecstasy.

“Agh... fuck,” you hissed quietly, biting your lip as his tongue pushed deeper. You had no way of knowing whether or not he’d done this before, but at the moment it didn’t matter. His entire mouth engulfed your sex and he was eating you as if you were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Despite how much you didn’t want to, it sent a warmth through your chest, a stab of confidence in the face of insecurity. “Michael...!”

His fingers tightened their hold on your hips in response to his name rolling off your tongue, his tongue pushing for a certain spot that made you gasp.

“Michael!” You squealed again, feeling his thumb brush against your clit. The jolt of electricity made you shudder beneath, your fingers almost numb from cold and how tightly they were twisted in the blanket.

Another deep, heady groan left him as he pulled back - just as your orgasm was fast approaching. You whined, hips shaking, as he set you down.

Your arm was grabbed, your pliant body yanked into his and stealing the breath from your lungs. As you turned, shocked, his hand covered your eyes and lips met yours. The tang of your arousal hit your taste buds, and you let out a surprised breath from your nose as he pulled away and shoved you down into his lap.

Warmth blossomed against your cheek, as well as something big - and hard. You swallowed, looking back up only to see the mask on again. Though his eyes weren’t fully visible, you could feel him staring down at you. No words were needed: you knew what he was waiting for.

Grunting as you got up onto your elbows, you stared at the bulge in his coveralls fearfully. Trembling fingers found the buttons at his neck, and you stared up at him with bated breath.

Michael stared back.

Several long moments of silence passed before his hands found yours, completely engulfing them. He attempted to move your fingers so that they undid the first button before pulling back after failing to do so.

You nodded quietly before scooting closer, deftly undoing the first button. Quiet snaps echoed through the empty room along with his breathing as more and more of his toned body was revealed. Soft skin and muscles that ran hard under your fingers as you trailed them down his chest in awe before directing your attention to the line of button-snaps that trailed down to his straining crotch.

A silent breath left your parted lips as he leaned back on his hands, the coveralls revealing more of his toned physique. Despite your fear of the one they called Boogeyman, a flicker of desire kindled itself when you finally undid the last snap, and when Michael shifted you were able to pull out the erection twitching against his stomach.

It bounced free of the fabric and was weighty in your hands. Sizeable and girthy, the dick you held pulsed with warmth and elicited a deep groan from the man above as you began to stroke it. Squeezing softly, you shifted your grip so that you could fit your whole hand around it. A creamy, almost pearly substance was already leaking from the tip.

Michael’s hips jerked, pushing his dick further into your hand, and the feeling of being intently watched made shivers go up and down your spine. When you dared a glance up at him, from what you could see of his eyes they were half-lidded with arousal burning in his stare.

One of his hands trailed up your cheek, making you flinch - his thumb caressed your jawline, then trailed up towards your scalp. You braced for the pain, but the only thing he did was tug you closer to his dick.

“Ow-- what, what?” You winced, looking up with confusion. “You mean...?”

He tugged again, and your lips barely pressed against the flushed tip.

Tears gathered in your eyes as you nodded silently. Stroking up the shaft a few more times, you hesitantly opened your mouth and took the head inside.

At the feeling of your tongue against the underside, he let out another huff and leaned his head back, yet he kept his fingers tangled in your hair.

The taste was... nearly indescribable. The sharp cut of sweat, the tang of precum that reminded you of your own... He smelled musky, of masculine pheremones that lit up places you didn’t know you had. The fullness in your mouth meant drool gathered at the corners of your mouth and seeped slowly down your chin, damp spots appearing in his lap when they dribbled off your jaw.

You whimpered when his hand in your hair urged you further down on his cock, the tip dangerously close to making you gag despite not having taken him all the way. Michael didn’t seem impressed, and instead forced you to take him in farther.

You gagged as his cock was shoved down your throat. You could almost feel bile rising, but miraculously you were able to shove it back down before you could vomit - you just knew that if you were to puke all over The Shape, he would surely behead you right here.

Breathing through your nose was hard, harder than fitting his thick cock in your mouth and down your throat. Gurgling gasps punctuated each thrust of his hips towards your face, his breathing growing raspier and raspier until--

--he pulled you back and you gasped for air, eyes wide and teary, chin sticky with drool.

He stared at you for a few moments as if admiring his work, and he tugged at your hair again to get you to get up.

You struggled to your knees, one hand on your throat, the other on his knee for balance. You glanced back and forth, from him to his dick and back again, confused. It was still twitching with belated release, head red and weeping sticky, viscous precum - and then he grabbed your hip, tugging you forward and into his lap.

You yelped when you were turned and sat down between his crossed legs, dick snug and wet against your ass.

No.

You’d thought he would just be content with messing around with you... you hadn’t thought he’d actually want to...!

Michael lifted your hips, positioning himself with his other hand.

“Please, please don’t do this, no, Michael,” you pleaded quietly, trying to twist around so that you could get a good look at his face.

Your appeals to sympathy didn’t work, however, and he squeezed your hip tighter in a bruising grip before pressing at your pussy lips.

Despite your own thoughts about the situation, your body was eagerly aching for him. Your pussy was pulsing with need, dripping and easily parted when he pressed into you.

“No...!” You keened, pushing back against his chest as the head sank into your pliant cunt.

Thanks to his teasing, you were able to take his girth; but the uncomfortable stretch threatened to burn from inside as he shoved in with a long, shaky groan.

“No,” you hung your head and sobbed. “Michael, please... I’m sorry, please pull out...”

He didn’t listen. If anything, he seemed annoyed at your desperation and jerked his hips towards yours, filling you with one move.

Your scream echoed in the empty bedroom as the his cock bumped your cervix head-on, your stomach swirling with nausea and a deep pain that threatened to make you vomit.

Michael didn’t seem to care, pulling you back against his chest, his hand resting over your navel as he began to bounce you on his cock. His breathing was heavy and quick, and you could feel his pulse racing from where your head was nestled over his bare, slightly-sweaty chest.

When you looked down, you almost felt sicker - with every thrust inside of you, you could see a protrusion underneath the killer’s fingertips - and he brushed them across it gently, almost affectionately. What was he thinking?

A sharp gasp escaped when he paused just to turn you around. Once you were facing that disturbing, emotionless white mask, he lay you down so that your head rested on the pillow and grabbed your legs, only to throw them over his shoulders, his pace suddenly increasing when his hands returned to your waist.

You cried out, hands scrabbling for purchase to keep your head from hitting the frame with every thrust against you. Hot tears soaked the pillow you lay on, your lips bitten and raw from how hard you tried to stifle your voice.

The Shape’s head was tilted back in pleasure, soft grunts muffled by the mask as he studied you with a searing stare.

“Mi- ch-- ugh-- haa--” the breath was punched from your lungs as his hips shifted, fucking you deep. A delicious fullness settled in your mind like a fog, leaving you dazed and groggy.

Your nightgown was bunched up around your shoulders like a scarf, leaving your bare body on display. Briefly, one of his hands left your waist to cup one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling his thumb around your pebbled nipples. You shivered, bringing one hand up to grab at his.

He squeezed once more before interlacing your fingers together, bringing your arm above your head.

Why was he doing this? If he wanted to violate you, why bother pretending to care?

“Michael,” you mewled, arching your back with a choked gasp when his thumb found your clit. “Agh-- MICHAEL! FUCK!”

Much like before, your arousal was sharply building, spurred by the pressure rolling your clit. You squirmed and cried, the friction of his cock and the electric jolts flashing through your stomach almost too much to bear.

Michael leaned over you, your knees knocking almost painfully into your ribs as he pinched and rolled your pearl, intent on dragging you into an orgasm.

Not a few seconds later, it hit you like a brick, and your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes flying wide as your back arched off the pillow. It took a moment for your voice to follow, and a straggled scream wrenched itself from your throat at the waves of euphoria.

Michael grunted as your pussy clenched around him, and he thrusted a few more times before pressing himself as far as he could inside you.

A powerful feeling, something warm shooting inside, made you writhe against the mattress. Still he kept you locked in place, watching you intensely as you worked your way down from the high.

Even when he was finished coming, he didn’t pull out. Not even as your eyelids began to flutter shut in exhaustion, not even as you let out a wordless mumble of protest, hands coming up to push at his broad chest.

Michael, for his merit, was seemingly patient with you now, grasping your hands and holding them down, gaze washing over your exhausted, sweaty form: your heaving breasts, your flushed face, the hair that clung to your damp skin, your fluttering stomach (and the bulge that snugly remained, something that sent new heat to his softening cock).

As you finally lay back, a sudden drowsiness creeping up onto you, you felt him grow hard again.

“No...” you mumbled, a pained moan escaping your agape lips as he began moving inside you once more.

You couldn’t fight. All you could do was succumb.

You should’ve known he was never going to just let you go.

#rz michael myers #yandere michael myers #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x you #tw: kidnapping #tw: yandere #tw: noncon #tw: breeding kink #tw: choking #tw: somnophilia

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