Michael Myers Collection

Kinky NSFW Fic

Request: Hi I'm could I please request RZ x kinky reader just a fuck load of nsfw like just pack it in there, RZ dint get enough loving 🥺😤

Warnings: Rough sex, vaginal sex, semi-stuck 

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Michael's firm grip on your throat held steady as he positioned you to his liking. Tonight was a bit different for both of your standards, but you had made it clear to Michael that you were ready to try something new. Perhaps a little more risky, but only enough to spice up the night more than usual. All it took was the go-ahead to make Michael really start to think in preparation for your next night of exploration.

Your body hung slightly on the back of your bedroom door, your wrists tied with an unescapable knot fixed by your burly partner. With your hands raised above your head and your toes just barely touching the ground, your eyes were blindfolded by a piece of black fabric. Michael would have preferred a gag, but you compromised with him.

In this moment you were already naked before his hulking, fully clothed figure. He had nothing to say, not even a single peep, but a very subtly smile started to curl at his lips.

Michael hardly took his mask off even during sex, but on rare occasions he would grant this to you. It's not like you'd be able to see him anyways.

"Michael?" You ask quietly. Having not heard a single noise since he tied you up you were beginning to think he had left you there as a form of humiliation.

You jumped when his calloused hand caressed your cheek so softy, a soft but nervous smile creeping across your face as you leaned into his hand. His reassuring touch, however, was quick to change as his rough fingers gripped at your chin to lift your head up to him. Michael was beginning to enjoy himself with this view all for him. Your quivering body and nervous smile as you hopelessly fall into his yearning hands.

It took absolutely no time for Michael to become aroused, the pitched tent in his jumpsuit gave that away fairly easy. At least this time you wouldn't be able to mock him for it.

"Michael?" You asked again with a nervous giggle. He had been holding our chin for a while now, however he was simply admiring your body. Your curves and untouched skin, your thighs and closed lips between your legs. Oh how badly he wanted to rip them apart and have his way, but that would come eventually.

His stubble scratched your face as he bent closer to give you a single rough kiss, his tongue parting your lips and venturing around the inside of your mouth aggressively. Each touch of his made you jump out of your skin but the butterflies in your stomach couldn't have loved this new experience more. Michael took one last look at you while undoing his jumper and letting it fall to his ankles, his length revealed to the cold air of the bedroom. His tip slightly wet with precum as he pumped a few aggressive strokes, finishing up his viewing of the art hung before him. He could tell by the way your legs trembled that you were ready for him.

With one large hand, Michael lifted your left thigh up, positioning the head of his cock before your entrance. He could feel the heat between your legs before pushing himself up into you. His face inches from yours he locked his eyes on your lips, spit beading around the corners and you bit down, taking his length.

You rested your head back with a small thud as Michael's hand gripped your thigh, the other holding your hip to keep you from bouncing with his rhythmic pounding. His own breath was as heavy as yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and biting down just enough to hurt. A muffled whine filled the room mixed of the copper taste in your mouth, the death grip upon your skin as his ruthless fucking.

Rocking up into your core Michael stiffened at the taste of your blood, lapping it up like the rabid dog he was. He was nothing but a mutt in this moment feasting on his little rabbit. The darkness that covered your eyes remained as Michael thrived from you inability to see what was coming next. As his thrusting became more rushed you orgasms came easy, especially in this position.

The fists made subtle tap taps against the wooden door as it creaked with your lovers vicious movements. His cock reaching and rocking your hilt over and over again, his grip moving up and down your leg, lifting it up and around in different positions. His lips ravaging your chest and nipples with rough lips and bites, your poor delicate skin marked in every way imaginable.

"Michael, please," you whined, your ass and thighs red from the pounding, the rope beginning to burn from continuous bouncing and pulling. Copper resided on your tongue still, cold air kissing your skin, Michael nipping at your neck.

His breath became labored as well. He groaned at the sight of your quivering body holstered before him, there was nothing you could do and nowhere you could move. You continued to beg and whine for him to be finished with you and for him to cum but the build up in his stomach wasn't quite ready to be released.

You took his massive cock as best you could, riding out another long orgasm, your chest and face flushing with a bright red as your warm juices cascaded down your legs, warping around Michael's hardened member.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," a sharp inhale in and a small whine, "F-uck," another intense moan and guttural and feral whines.

The smell of your sex made Michael's build up ridiculously close, his thick cock pulsing within you.

His large hands squeezed you one last before he let out his own roar, ripping your blindfold down to let you see the mess you've made before him as his final thrust reached up into your cunt, the warm sensation of his seed coating your insides.

He held you there firmly, unsheathing himself from you with a wet slosh as you hung there dripping before him, still as hard as ever. Your eyes rested on his face and chest for the first time in what felt like an eternity .

Stringy dirty blonde hair hung in front of his face as he looked at you, his face as stone cold as before he but our blindfold in. Sweat poured off of his forehead and chest, as he glistened in the dim lighting of the clear night sky.

Your muscles ached and tensed. The rope began to burn at carrying your weight and lying on the same burn marks for so long.

"Can I come down?"

He shook his head, no.