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✦Michael Myers Fluff Alphabet✦

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

None of the Michaels are picky. Attractiveness isn’t really a factor to them. When they find something aesthetically pleasing, that may give some hesitation, but it won’t stop the pursuit of carnage. Still, that doesn’t mean they don’t have preferences.

OG!Myers finds submission attractive. Physically that could be a smaller stature, introverted body language, etc. And personality-wise, that could entail being shyer, reserved. He likes someone who will listen to him, who will sit with him in silence, and who he can observe. Grandpa!Myers is more likely to be a tad more superficial. He got less care, he’s a bit sloppy. But his wants from his younger days are essentially the same. Someone weaker, smaller, quiet. That way he can still feel intimidating and powerful in comparison, even if his youth has gone. On that note, he also finds youth attractive. (Not teenagers or anything, more like late 20s to early 30s.) RZ!Myers is a bit more complex than his counterparts. Physical attractiveness doesn’t hold a candle to what he requires in a person to find them appealing. They need to catch his attention in their behavior. This Michael runs on curiosity and familiarity. However, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy some things he thinks are nice to look at. Dark femininity is something he sees as familiar & comforting. Overall though, he would be most drawn to someone he could relate to. Someone with a similar disdain for society and his tastes.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Both OG Myers & Grandpa!Myers are a big no. He doesn’t like people, he doesn’t like family. And if we’re following the storyline that Laurie is his sister, he doesn’t want any more people with his bloodline. The only Myers that deserves to live is him, to carry on such evil. Do they hate babies? No. But they don’t like them either. OG!Myers might’ve had a softer spot for them, but we know Grandpa!Myers ain’t too fond of youngsters.

RZ!Myers is still a very unlikely man to agree, but, he is more likely than his counterparts. He likes babies. He doesn’t like kids, necessarily, but he does like babies. They’re innocent, they don’t have the capability of being cruel, and they’re still capable of developing into good people. On top of that, Michael liked his family. Judith was the only murder he seemed to have any regret for, he included her in his shotty remake of his family. He loved his mother, and his baby sister was important to him. He doesn’t necessarily like the idea of being fully responsible for a baby, but enough patience and maybe a softer moment with him could convince him. But it has to be his. No adoption with this man, sorry to say.

C = Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

OG!Myers doesn’t cuddle. Maybe once every blue moon, maybe. It’ll take a lot of patience and if you do manage to get cuddly with him, it’ll be more like him tolerating your hold, he won’t reciprocate. He doesn’t like being vulnerable and he’s not fond of being touched. But if you manage to reach the point where he trusts you enough to let you hug his arm, the most he’ll do is put himself closer to you in order to allow contact easier.

Grandpa!Myers also isn’t fond of cuddling. Again, he doesn’t like being touched and he doesn’t like being seen as soft or weak, especially now in his older age. Because let’s be honest, in comparison to his younger years he is weaker, even if he’s still stronger than most normal people. But, he is also at his loneliest in this age, a bit touch starved, something he hates to acknowledge. Once again, you won’t get standard cuddling from him, and it’ll take time for him to allow you to hold him, but it’s a bit more achievable than it used to be. He’ll be more likely to look for excuses to gain your touch, making you think it was purely your idea. Like when he’s wounded.

RZ!Myers also doesn’t like being touched. None of the Myers do really, but similarly to Grandpa Myers, he’s begrudgingly touch-starved. He’s a bit more emotional than the other two. Gentle coaxing after allowing him to grow trust between you two will allow him to lean into affection more. He’s stiff, unpracticed, but he’ll come to enjoy pressure from you laying on him, warmth you provide in the Autumn months, etc. But he responds most to appreciation, even if silent. He gets a little ego boost when you make a motion to appreciate the lines in his hands, to feel the firmness of his biceps, etc. He’ll respond a bit more obviously than the other two, as long as you don’t tease him for it.

D = Dates (What are dates with them like?)

None of them really do “dates”. Grandpa & OG!Myers aren’t exactly the type to wander around without the purpose of murder. If he doesn’t feel like killing, then he’s in his home, that’s it. He’s also never understood romantic gestures, the concept of a love life or the need for dates. The closest you’ll get is dinner at home or maybe watching out the window with him. RZ!Myers knows what dates are and he understands the very basic concept of them, but emotionally, he doesn’t get the need. If you’re in a relationship, and you live together, then why would you need to go out and do stuff. Bonding can happen at home. But, if they’re important to you, and he’s feeling particularly generous, he’s willing to do something simple. Nothing loud, in public, etc. He’s also rather selfish, so, he’d prefer if it was something he’d also enjoy. Safe bets would be Drive-In movies, hiking, or simply taking a long drive at night. There would be a few more options if he wasn’t a criminal, but it’s at least something.

E = Everything (You are my___ (e.g. my life, my world)

“Enigma.”

The way to interest a Myers is to confuse him, to be something intriguing or mysterious. Being something he can’t easily explain. He needs some reason to not brush you off and lump you in with faceless victims, to separate you from society. He needs something to stimulate his brain and interest him. Michael wants to understand because he wants to know everything, he wants to be better than others.

F = Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

Grandpa & OG!Myers do not understand what love is, they never will. They know fondness and occasional dopamine. He could be in love with you, but he won’t know what it is that he’s feeling. But he knows it’s positive. Sometimes, the fact he doesn’t know what it is upsets him. It’s in these moments that he’ll pull back. But, he’s gone a long time with the world being dull and greyscale, his only flashes of color being bright red of murder. So, he’ll come back in the end. As long as you can provide a calm joy, he’ll come back.

RZ!Myers knows the word love, the basic definition, but he doesn’t understand it deeply. His mother described it to him once though. The want to give someone a good life, to be a part of them, to appreciate and protect them, to be the object of affection. When he starts to notice those “symptoms”, it’ll catch him off guard, and it’ll annoy him. He’s not good with emotions. The only ones he knows are satisfaction, numbness, and rage. You bring so many more though, which he can’t understand. But he’s driven by curiosity, so, he’ll come to enjoy the constant entertainment, and your company with it. Admitting it’s the word love is hard, but it’ll start to seep in naturally until it’s second nature.

G = Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

The short answer is probably no. RZ!Myers is probably the gentlest of the three, but he’s not really…gentle. They aren’t really sure how to be. OG!Myers is rough and aggressive, he’s got a lot of energy he’s built up over the years. He’s blunt & to the point, he doesn’t beat around the bush. But, when there’s something that works through the tiny cracks of his tough exterior, he’ll have a moment of softness. Some gentleness will break in through his most inner parts, that little bit of humanity, and he’ll move with some hesitance. Grandpa!Myers is the roughest in general. He doesn’t have time for tenderness, he has never been shown kindness, he doesn’t know how that works. Any gentleness from him will be mimicked from you, and it’ll be when he is at his weakest, which isn’t often. Maybe once a month. RZ!Myers had the occasional sight of mercifulness. From his mother, mainly. And he has seen some beautiful things in the world, albeit very few. He’s delicately made art, he’s been careful when holding his baby sister, and he’s felt the kindness from his mother. He’s not great at it, but he’s capable of it. Only when he deems something worthy of it.

H = Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Again, none of the Myers are very fond of touch. OG!Myers doesn’t like his hands being held. To him, it feels odd and restrictive, he doesn’t like not having the freedom to move his hands whenever he wants. If you’re gonna hold him, he’d prefer it’d be his arm. Grandpa!Myers also doesn’t like hand-holding very much, especially with his fingers now being blown off, but he’ll be a tad more likely to allow it. His hand will just be limp, though. It’s more so letting you appreciate his hand. RZ!Myers is fine with his hand being held if he’s already reached that point of trust with you. It’s not necessarily his favorite form of affection, but he doesn’t mind it. He will get kind of smug if your hands are particularly smaller than his.

I = Impression (What was their first impression?)

In general, they’ll all have the same opinion. You start as a simple target to get in a murder fix, and then the way you behave instills some curiosity. They want to know more. You’re fascinating.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

It depends on your social life, but in general, it’s not jealousy. All the Myers are overprotective but they’re not really jealous. To be honest, all of them have too much confidence to feel jealous. Why would you need someone else? Maybe RZ!Myers could experience it here and there, but the other two not so much. When they do get that feeling though, they’re uh…they’re just gonna murder the person that made them feel that way and probably stalk you more for a few weeks.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

It’ll have to be you every single time. None of them are good with romantic anything. They’ve never understood it either. They all like keeping their faces hidden, they’re not fond of touch, and they rarely understand the deeper reasons for things like kisses. Grandpa!Myers is the least likely to accept a kiss directly to his skin. Your teeth are too close to his skin, the best you’ll get is a kiss to his mask. If you’re gonna kiss his bare face, it’ll have to be in a moment where he’s particularly weak & vulnerable, but not upset. Like one of the rare moments where he’s trying to sleep. Short pecks are the best bet, no making out with the old man, apologies.

OG!Myers has similar feelings toward kissing, he prefers them over his mask. If you get a kiss from him without his mask on, again, it has to be in a very special moment and you’ll need to be slow. Keep in mind, he’s basically a rock, he’ll be tense the whole time. But if he starts to gain control and it’s a longer kiss, you might get a rather intense makeout from him, but I’ll be honest. It’s a bit uncomfortable, he doesn’t know what he’s doing.

RZ!Myers prefers your hands in terms of affection and he isn’t fond of his face. He’s seen make-outs, he knows what they are, and he could probably be coaxed into one with the right aura in the air. But he’ll take it slower, more intensely. He won’t indulge for very long though. Sensory-wise, it’s not ideal for a long period of time. He does very much enjoy kisses to his mask though, for two reasons. One, it makes him feel intimidating and powerful, and it gives him a rush of endorphins knowing that despite seeing a visage that is the last sight for many people before they die? You’re still willing to overlook such terrible things and show affection to him. Or maybe you’re into the fact he’s scary, that would also do something for him. The second reason is that he just likes his face covered. It’s more comfortable.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

I explained that they don’t really get love very much. It’s a pretty mysterious concept. You’ll have to say it, and you shouldn’t expect an immediate response. They’ll all doubt you at first.

OG!Myers will likely leave for a while, and when he comes back, he doesn’t really act differently. You might wonder if he simply ignored it, and in a way he has, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to respond to that. But he likes what you two had going before. Maybe, if it’s been a long time, he’ll give you a moment of tenderness as his way of showing he accepts the words. Even if he doesn’t truly understand the sentiment behind it. Grandpa!Myers won’t believe you unless you’ve A; been with him for a very long time. Or B; have shown him your loyalty in a large gesture that would push you to the brink. Such as directly endangering your well-being for his own. He’s cynical, more so than he used to be. If either of these two things are true, he’ll stay and be a bit nicer for a little while. Again, you won’t get a major shift in behavior, but he’ll at least seem to acknowledge it. If neither are true, he will react similarly to how he would when he was younger. RZ!Myers will pull back a bit because he doesn’t know what this means. He doesn’t know if this will change what you two have made, or if he’s supposed to have a specific response. He doesn’t hate the idea of you loving him, it’s just very new. But he won’t leave and he won’t really respond poorly, if anything, he might come across as slightly shy. If you express it in a subtler way, it won’t be as worrisome to him, and he’ll show you the returned sentiment by being a bit clingier for the next few days.

M = Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

All of them probably have several memories they recall that are essentially what keeps you alive, off their hit list. But there will always be the moment when you first realized he was watching you, that there were eyes from the shadows that hid him. Specifically the second you actually saw him. Clarifying it wasn’t just your paranoia. Even if he likes you now, he lives off the idea of being feared, of bringing terror to those around him. That little look of horror will forever be stuck in his brain and it will always give a hit of dopamine when he recalls it.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

As with most slashers, Michael is broke, he doesn’t buy things. However, he might steal for you, if he’s feeling nice. OG & Grandpa Myers likely bring you home trinkets & jewelry from victims. Sometimes as a ‘thank you’ for the things you do, sometimes it’s to make you feel better after something bad has happened. RZ Myers will do similar things, but overall, he’d actually be more likely to make you something. If he has the materials, of course. He’s the most creative & expressive between the three Michaels. He’s always struggled with expressing his feelings in a “normal” way, art has always been an outlet, aside from murder. You’ll be more likely to get something personalized from him.

O = Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Michael doesn’t really think in associative or poetic terms. He’s rather blunt, to the point. Taking this mostly at face value unless it really puzzles him. Still, if any of the Michael’s had to pick a colour to associate you with, it’ll probably be either the colour you like the most or the colour he enjoys seeing you in the most. This’ll likely be a colour he just likes in general. Blue, orange, red or black. In general, however, he doesn’t really care about colours. Except maybe RZ!Myers, he cares a lil.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Well, Michael doesn’t speak, and even if he did it wouldn’t be very often. Not to mention he’s not too interested in terms of endearment, even if he’ll secretly enjoy it when you refer to him as such. All the Michaels generally like the same pet names/nicknames. Babe or baby seems classic, sweetheart is admittedly nice to hear when he’s actually hurt or sick for once. They’re also all fond of when you make a nickname based on a trait you like. “Big guy” is always a win. OG!Myers is unlikely to think of anything to call you other than your name. Maybe a shortened version of your name at best. Grandpa!Myers is honestly more rough and harsh, but he might come up with something else to call you. It won’t necessarily be sweet though. He’ll probably look at you while you scold him for tracking blood everywhere and just think “brat”, or something along those lines. RZ!Myers is a lil sweeter and a tad bit more likely to say a word or two after having been with him long enough. He’ll also call you a brat or annoying, but he won’t be as opposed to sweeter words as his counterparts. Doll & dollface are probably the ones he’d use most often aside from nicknames, which would likely come from a trait, behavior, or like you have. For example; if your favorite horror movie was Bride of Chucky, he’d probably call you “Valentine” after Tiffany.

Q = Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

All three Michael’s aren’t really materialistic, nor is there an intense draw toward modernity. RZ!Myers is, timeline-wise, the most “modern” of the three. He’d actually know how to work a phone and such, or a game console. Still, he doesn’t really care about such things. He does, however, have an affinity for his own nostalgia, meaning things from the late 80s to late 90s. He’d probably like an older camera, a Polaroid perhaps. He’s artistic and he doesn’t always trust his ability to commit things he likes looking at to memory. Since you’re one of these things, most of his pictures are of you…and dead bodies, but mostly you. OG!Myers doesn’t give a single fuck about anything, really. He’s only really protective of his mask. If he absolutely HAD to pick something, it'd probably be a vintage radio from the 70s. He’s not really a music lover, but there is something soothing about the music he overheard through the years coupled with some faint crackling & static. Grandpa!Myers doesn’t really have a favorite anything anymore. But, now that he’s older, he does like things from his younger years, especially since so much has changed over time. He’s a terrible driver, but he does get a lil spark of dopamine when he sees a 1976 Ford LTD Station Wagon. The first car he’d ever stolen in order to escape Smith’s Grove. You’d get many brownie points if you had any kind of 70s-80s era car, really. Just hold on tight and lock your seatbelt if you decide to let him take a spin, for your own sake…

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Rain doesn’t stop the Boogeyman.

However, RZ!Myers finds it soothing and peaceful, especially if there’s thunder happening. He’ll be more likely to sleep in or stick around for that day. To convince him further, entice him with things he likes. Hot chocolate, a movie marathon, those shorts that are way too short for you, a grilled cheese for lunch. Assuming he doesn’t get the insatiable urge to stab something, you’ll likely get a nice lazy day with your big murder man. OG!Myers doesn’t care at all and he’s not fazed by rain. At most, it’s a bit of an annoyance. He’s not exactly fond of wet denim. You could probably persuade him to layer, but you won’t stop him from going out on his murder spree. And don’t expect the rain to pull him home any easier. However, when he finally does come home, clenching his jaw in order to convince you he’s not cold, you’ll be able to get him into a warm bath. The sound of rain will likely lull him to sleep a bit more than if it wasn’t storming. Grandpa!Myers on the other hand will be brought home sooner by the rain. Every time it storms, he is stubborn about continuing his routine as he always has, whether or not you’re concerned about his well-being. And every time he does, he comes back holding off shivers and looking like a grumpy cat forced into a bath. Don’t patronize or scold him, he already knows. He hates it, but he softens every time you give him a sympathetic sigh and motion for him to come inside. Getting him warmer clothes and a hot meal, tending to any wounds he might’ve gained, using fabric softener and nice smelling soap to ensure his mechanic’s suit doesn’t smell like mildew.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/others up?)

None of the Michaels really understand emotions. General ideas are the best they have. He’ll know what sadness looks like on you, even then, he’s not entirely sure how he’s supposed to fix it. If it’s an external problem, he’ll try to fix it or get rid of it. However, if it’s something internal, like depression or insecurities, he’s at a loss. The best you’ll get is having him sit near you, and allow you more into his personal space than normal, perhaps he’ll bring you something he stole that he thought you’d like. In terms of himself, however? He won’t know and he won’t really show it either. Nothing will really change on the surface. Maybe he’ll be a little slower and more tired than usual. Michael doesn’t recognize he’s sad, he doesn’t know how that works. He will note that he certainly doesn’t feel good, and he’ll also notice how he seems to appreciate gentle attention from you more than he usually would. Not that he’d ever let you know, of course.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Nothing. Again, he doesn’t talk, and even if he did he wouldn’t have much to say. He’s more responsive than anything. Interacting with what you say, not starting his own conversations. He’s always been this way. Both OG & Grandpa!Myers wouldn’t talk about anything without prompting, assuming they felt like talking at all. RZ!Myers might discuss bands or horror movies with you, but again, it would be you mostly carrying the conversation.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Not much in all honesty. But, quiet time in his/your house, watching a movie or morning cartoons, and the times he decides to lay next to you once you’ve gone to sleep are probably the most common instances. Though, as sappy as it seems, they also get random waves of peace when watching you just doing normal tasks, especially if you’re doing it for him. Like cooking him a meal or sewing a hole in his suit.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

Out of all the Myers, it’s probably RZ!Michael that is the most likely to show off, but even that’s pretty rare. It’s not because they’re humble, don’t assume that. They wholeheartedly believe they’re better than most people, more skilled, and dangerous. But they don’t feel the need to prove that. If you think otherwise, he really doesn’t care. That being said, sometimes it is nice to see you watching him fondly or hear your flirtatious comments when he does show off. Usually, it’s his strength, sometimes it’s his height. Those are the things about himself that he thinks the best of.

W = Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

You’re very unlikely to get any kind of proposal out of Michael. He doesn’t care about that kind of thing, for one. You and him probably already operate like you’re married anyway. There’s no reason in his mind to add anything to that when your dynamic already works. The second reason is the fact he’s a wanted criminal, he’s not gonna be getting hitched anytime soon. However, he does appreciate the kind of loyalty that comes with a marriage, and if you really want it he’ll steal a ring for you. OG & Grandpa!Myers will just leave it where he knows you’ll find it. RZ!Myers will put in a bit more effort and actually give it to you. Just don’t get too sappy, he’s not very fond of that kind of atmosphere.

X = Xylophone (What’s their song?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers aren’t really into music, they prefer silence overall. But obviously, Sandman by The Chordettes is a song that he considers an exception. In general, he likes older songs, usually sung by women, and he enjoys it when it’s a soft and slow song. Something he could zone out to.

RZ!Myers is, of course, the exact opposite. He’s always enjoyed music, especially loud and intense songs. He’s grown up on bands like KISS, Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, etc. He doesn’t necessarily have a favorite, but I think Dragula by Rob Zombie is pretty fitting. Songs they’d associate with you, however? OG & Grandpa!Myers probably just associates you with the song you like the most. RZ!Myers likely thinks of you when songs like Closer(Nine Inch Nails) or Cemetery Girl(ICP), regardless of your gender.

Y = Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

As I mentioned in W, not really. Michael doesn’t see a need to put a new label when your dynamic already works out. He doesn’t see the point. Although, maybe if you bring it up he’d consider the thought process here and there, but nothing would come of it. It’s nice to have you willing to be completely committed though, and he’ll get a feeling of possessive joy if you bring up the idea of having his last name. Permanently tying him to you.

Z = Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

OG & Grandpa!Myers don’t like animals. We all saw what he did to the dog. He hates the barking, he’s not fond of the maintenance a pet takes, nor is he fond of the fur. Maybe an independent cat, as long as it doesn’t attack him. But it’d be more so your cat that he, occasionally, has a staring competition with. RZ!Myers is also not fond of dogs, though some big breeds or bully breeds are nice. Like his counterpart, he’s not fond of the fur and the barking, since he’s prone to migraines. If you loved your dog enough though he wouldn’t hurt it, just make sure it doesn’t get on his nerves too much. He doesn’t really care for cats either. Michael likes unconventional pets, ones that other people are afraid/disgusted by. Rats, mice, snakes, spiders, etc. He has experience with rats so you’d actually get his help. Just watch them closely around October.

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s3thwrit3sstuff · 11 months

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❝ Say yes to heaven (say yes to me) ❞

Michael Myers x gn!reader x Corey Cunningham | dating drabble | graphic description of violence, mentions of nsfw things |

req: I’ve been absolutely obsessed with Michael and Corey recently and was wondering if we could get some Michael x Reader x Corey action going here? Just general headcanons of how that relationship would go!! <;33

Your boyfriends are truly on opposite ends on nearly every spectrum.

Not just in age — which, let's discuss before anything else.

Michael is in his 60's while Corey is in his 20's — by themselves? They make a pretty unlikely couple, but they're also clearly deranged, so no one can comment on that.

Throwing you in the picture? Chaos erupts.

Despite his age, Michael's impulse control is something that's held together by a stringy shoelace and tape. Don't get me wrong, Corey's just as awful but somehow it's slightly better than Michael's.

All this to say, if you're just as awful at controlling your impulses? The devil himself will need to leash all three of you before Haddonfield is plunged into total destruction.

The sewers aren't an ideal living space but it brings Michael a smidge of comfort, so when Corey's parents mysteriously 'disappear' he works on making an underground tunnel of sorts so Michael can come and go as he pleases.

Corey and you joke it's basically your boyfriends' doggy door and Michael death-glared from where he stood.

Michael is a tough nut to crack — but his weakness has been and will always be acts of service.

A warm meal, a warm bath, getting bloodstains off his clothes...

Helping him shave.

He is truly spoiled by Corey and you because now when he tries to shave he finds himself inexplicably frustrated it's not your fingers tilting his head back or Corey's deadly hands carefully going along the grain.

You've walked into the bathroom and yelled in shock when the lights switch on to reveal Michael standing near the sink with his razor blade, a frown oh-so-prominent on his face.

"...Do you need some help, babe?" Michael's scruffy face that glowers at you is all the answer you need.

Though a man of few words, the little things he does is more than telling of how much he cares about his lovers.

The daily pouches/bags/backpacks/etc Corey and you use are always filled with your necessities. Whether it be hand sanitiser, wet wipes, or mints — he even makes sure to slip your phones, wallets and keys in before you two leave. Michael doesn't engage in these mundane things but he knows they're important to you so he assists anyways.

Corey fills Michael's silence with his voice. Once he gets to talk about something that interests him, he could talk for hours on end and Michael is a great listener (even if he looks as though he's not paying attention).

Corey's a big fan of physical touch. He loves making it known that you're his in public and adores it just as much when you return the gesture — he turns red when Michael and you hold him between your bodies.

When your murderous partners are off to fulfil their homicidal needs, they tread carefully on their way to the bathroom once they're home. You've laid out a tarp to ease their journey, please keep the crime scene contained, boys.

Michael and Corey stalk you and each other — it can't be helped. They just need to make sure their lovers are safe.

Michael will steal for both of you. If any of you eye something for more than 10 seconds in a store, not 24 hours later it's vanished and 'somehow' appeared in your shared bedroom.

Date nights are comfortable and chaotic. Corey is sweet, his plans involve someplace hidden where the three of you can just be. Michaels' are more unconventional in a way that's endearing because he's an old man and an infamous killer.

Sewers are his go-to transportation and then when the three of you pop out he monotonously gestures to a beautiful home that's almost bordering a mansion. He opens the doors, meanders to the lavish dining room and there's the grand feast the couple he'd just slaughtered were going to eat.

"Thank you, Michael" Corey's grin is impossibly crooked and bright while you press a kiss to Michael's masked cheek — Michael's old heart squeezes with adoration.

Oftentimes, Michael experiences cuteness aggression. He has to hold himself back from physically grabbing you and Corey by your necks and shaking you around.

Peepaw appreciates all your music tastes. As long as you like it, he'll like it.

You're always in the centre when you three cuddle up. It's hot, they run hot — don't recommend it during summer nights.

Your boyfriends are velcro boyfriends though, good luck.

This is a bit silly, but Corey taught Michael about his job (he talked about the ins and outs of vehicles and Michael listened as he watched Corey work on his bike).

Michael can't be trusted on or in vehicles but there was one occasion where a victim had both you and Corey put in a tough spot and Michael had mowed them down on Corey's bike.

Corey picks you up from work but sometimes, an older man dressed in a rugged leather jacket and motorcycle helmet pops up and your coworkers whisper about you allegedly "cheating" on Corey.

("Cheating?" your coworker nods. They had bumped into Corey in a coffee shop and caught the mechanic, their guilt too strong to keep it a secret. To their surprise, Corey laughs as they describe the mysterious older gentleman with scarred hands. "No, no, (Y/N)'s not cheating — that's our boyfriend", your coworkers could not look you in the eye for a few days after that, much too embarrassed.)

Michael is a fan of watching. He's quite content with it, getting off on watching his beautiful lovers writhing in pleasure.

Corey's just pumped full of stamina — so much energy pent up in his body that quickies are rarely ever quick when it comes to Corey.

When Michael joins though? It's one hell of a ride for everyone.

The reason your bedframe is reinforced and your mattress is huge is so clear when your entire body is covered in teeth marks, bruises, scratches and stained with sweat, tears, blood and cum.

Corey's such an eager puppy. Obedient but so stupid when he's drunk on your taste.

Michael's grunts and growls always have you and Corey whining. His hands are just so big that when they cover your mouth you can barely breathe.

The thrill you get knowing the hands that worship and claim you are the same hands that have slaughtered and murdered countless of people? Indescribable.

Sometimes, when they reach the bedroom before they wash up after a kill they all but pounce on you.

"I'll clean it later" Corey mumbles as he rips your sleeping garments away, Michael holds you firmly to his chest — his raging hardon pressed on your ass as you squirm.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you, just, just needed this" Corey's lips are smeared with blood and spit and when you're on all fours with your face against Michael's crotch you know why. Those bloody streaks on his curved cock belonged to Corey whose fucking the air out of your lungs.

Michael has the best head game, lmao. The old man can deep-throat dick like a professional — Corey came so fast when Michael first did it to him and the both of you could not stop pestering Michael on where he learned how to do that.

He teaches both of you his tricks. Refuses to indulge in how he knows it.

#s3thwrit3sstuff #reader insert #slasher x reader #gn reader #gn!reader #slashers fic #michael myers x reader x corey cunningham #dating headcanons #michael x reader #michael myers x gn reader #corey cunningham x reader #corey cunningham x gn reader

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ghqstfqce · 11 months

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¡Hola!, Es la primera vez que hago un pedido, así que perdón si la cago en algo 😩 Me gustarían unos headcanons de Dwight, Joey, Thomas y/o RZ!Michael (si no quieres/puedes hacer todos, Joey o Michael serían más que suficiente para mí<3)con un s/o albino, sinceramente no se me ocurre nada TT. Pronombres neutros o femeninos, cualquiera me viene bien (puedes añadir headcanons NFSWs si te apetece)(⁠っ⁠˘⁠з⁠(⁠˘⁠⌣⁠˘⁠ ⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

Pairing | RZ ! Michael Myers x GN ! Reader — Thomas Hewitt x GN ! Reader — Joey | The Legion x GN ! Reader — Dwight Fairfield x GN ! Reader [Pronombres: Ellx/They]

TW | Hay obscenidad/NSFW en este, ups. Es algo rudo u oscuro en el de Michael, pero nada gráfico o demasiado fuerte, solo Michael siendo Michael. Me emocione y no sé si he sido educadx, así que si he escrito algo irrespetuoso, no dudes en patearme el culo en comentarios.

WA | No idea, pero son solo 5 headcanons por personaje.

AN | ¡Bienvenidx a este cambiante blog! Y no te preocupes por como solicites, mientras cumplas con las reglas realmente puedes solicitar como sea y lo que sea. Espero esto sea de tu agrado<3 y no dudes en comentar si deseas cambiar algo:).

RZ ! Michael Myers

• Quieres verte sangrar, ver la "pulcritud" de tu piel y tu apariencia hace que quiera verte sangrar o por lo menos verte ensuciadx en sangre.

• Te ama, claro que lo hace y aun tiene algo de prudencia en que le dice que no debe ponerte en medio del caos solo por su curiosidad retorcida, pero hay algo bajo sus dedos que pica por verte "sucix".

• Le gusta observarte demasiado, podrías ser unx rudx total en secreto, pero nuevamente esta siendo prejuicio y tu apariencia le hace sentir que eres débil, así que siempre un ojo sobre ti, pareces fácil de romper y solo él tiene permitido romperse.

• No es de extrañar que durante sus momentos íntimos sea algo rudo, quizás no pueda verte bañadx en sangre, pero te dejara moretones y chupetones inofensivos cada que tengan sexo.

• Con una de sus manos rodeara tu cuello con fuerza y no solo por aumentar la velocidad y bestialidad de sus embestidas, no, desea ver las marcas de sus manos en un lugar que podría significar tu fin o si es uno de esos raros momentos en que se quita la mascara, morderá tu cuello y tu hombro. Es casi un viaje de poder.

Thomas Hewitt

• Un poco más dulce que Michael, te ve como su dulce y lindx muñecx. No dudara en coser ropa que convine con esta idea que tiene sobre ti por tu apariencia. No es que te quejes, es lindo ser mimadx por tu gran hombre.

• Al igual que Michael siente que eres delicadx y siempre mantendrá un ojo vigilante sobre ti y más si hay víctimas en casa. Te hará subir a su habitación compartida o te mandara a vagar por la ciudad abandonada.

• Prohibido salir al sol sin un paraguas o mucha ropa cubriendote, no tendrán siempre acceso al bloqueador, pero no permitirá que tu culo albino sufra daño por una exposición al sol de Texas. Si no encontró algún paraguas, bueno ten por seguro que encontrará una forma de hacerte uno.

• Antes de su relación, tu apariencia es lo que te salvo. Es un pueblo en Texas y alejado de la mano de Dios, nunca conoció a alguien parecidx a ti, así que quería mantenerte un poco más. Al principio quería tu rostro, pero es un blando total y cayo enamorado de ti.

• Es tan cuidadoso al momento de tener sexo contigo. Tú siempre estarás arriba y comandando que tan rápido y fuerte tienen que ir, tendrás que rogar si quieres que este hombre sea duro contigo. Pero no te negaras a esa mirada llena de amor que te lanza al verte montadolo como si te pagarán por ello, es un desastre de gemidos y placer bajo de ti.

Joey | The Legion

• Joey, el dulce Joey. No había conocido a nadie como tú antes de la Entidad, aun así no actúa de forma extraña contigo. Sabía que existían las personas albinas y para él eres solo tú.

• Claro, hay bromas a tu expensa, pero son bromas dulces e inofensivas. Te dirá que no vayas a perderte entre la nieve o si eres capaz de ser invisible. Son bromas tontas, aunque nunca mueren y solo las toleras por la sonrisa infantil en su rostro cada que las dice.

• Aun así es una perra protectora, si alguno de los supervivientes te esta haciendo pasar mal rato por ser albino y lo escucha, bueno, él no sabe porque han vuelto tan asustados de ti después de un juicio con él.

• Otro que le encanta ver tu piel enrojecer por la fuerza ejercida sobre ella. Ya sea durante la intimidad o juegos previos, se siente fascinado por como resaltar el enrojecimiento sobre tu piel y no dudará en sujetarte un poco más fuerte o dejar chupetones sobre ti.

• Le gusta sujetar tus caderas con sus dos manos y más si esta por llegar al clímax, escucharte gemir y ver la evidencia de que él es quien te toca puede llevarlo fácilmente al límite, no te soltara aun después del orgasmo y tendrás que atraerlo con dulces palabras para poder acurrucarse.

Dwight Fairfield

• Es algo curioso al principio, pero tratando de ser respetuoso no permite que llegue a lo raro y aunque había escuchado sobre el albinismo, no dudará en preguntarte una que otra cosa y ya. Eso queda de lado al ver tu personalidad agradable y resplandeciente, esta enamorado de ti con fuerza y más al ser quien mantiene su animo en lo alto.

• Podrá verte un millón de veces hacerle frente a sujetos como Pyramid Head o Michael Myers, siempre perdera su mierda y más porque siente la curiosidad por tu albinismo de este último, vas a causarle un infarto al pobre hombre.

• Odia verte sucix, sabe que es inevitable y más con lo fácil que resalta sobre tu piel y cabello, pero aún así le molesta ver a su dulce pareja con la evidencia de lo que este mundo les hace. Se preocupa por todos sus compañeros, pero tú tienes un lugar especial, no sabría que haría sin ti.

• Negara que cuando la Entidad se siente caritativa, pide cosas para poder ayudarte a limpiarte. El hombre vive para adorarte así que no es una sorpresa si un día te recibe con toallitas húmedas o un lugar para ducharse. Es su momento íntimo y de adoración, algo tímido pero no dudará en pedir ducharte.

• Claramente es suave al momento de tener sexo, nunca se ha caracterizado por ser el más kink y más allá de la típica charla sucia, el sexo con él es la suavidad que les hace falta en este lugar y si, comúnmente viene después del aseo. Ver que él es quien te ha ayudado lo pone en marcha y tú estas abordó al ver la adoración en su rostro.

#dead by daylight x reader #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x gn reader #rz michael myers x reader #rz michael myers x gn reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers x gn reader #joey the legion x reader #joey the legion x gn reader #dbd joey x reader #joey dbd x reader #dwight fairfield x reader #Dwight Fairfield x gn reader #slashers x y/n #slashers x you #dead by daylight x y/n #dead by daylight x you

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buggyluv · 2 years

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i want need a michael myers fanfic where like the reader is being taken away bcs everyone believes they are a victim but they are screaming to go back to michael and everyone is shocked, while Michael is slashing everyone to get his love

#michael myers x reader #michael myers #halloween #halloween ends #michael myers x gn reader #michael myers x female reader

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lmaoplsdontlookatme · 2 years

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this can be read og or rz mikey but i specifically had og mikey in mind 💕

(no minors not work safe)

You’re pinned at the wrists, Michael’s huge hands easily enveloping and crushing you down to hold you where he wants you with your hands at the sides of your head. It’s a bit hard to breathe with how you’re folded over yourself, thighs tucked against your torso and feet at his shoulders as he uses you as leverage, pressing himself deeper with each downwards thrust. You’ve got your face turned in a desperate attempt to keep yourself quiet but it’s fucking useless, Michael’s thick cock fucking into you hard and fast and so fucking deep that he’s pulling these involuntary cries out of you, sharp as you clench around him. The sounds in the room are so lewd that you can’t help the heavy blush down your chest - your loud moans, the thick grunts of effort spilling passed the small slit of Michael’s mask above you, the creak of the bed and the headrest against the wall, the slick sound of Michael plunging deep inside of you. It’s all too much and you’re trying for something, to grab at Michael, to kiss him, anything and he knows how close you are, convulsing around his cock and turning into this whimpering mess underneath him. It only serves to quicken his pace, thrusts quicker but shallower and when your orgasm hits, you see white and you can’t fucking breathe or even move and your stupid, fucked out face is what pushes Michael over the edge, fingers leaving harsh bruises on your wrists as he cums deep inside of you, hips slowing so gently and then not moving at all as he catches his breath, chest heaving under his tshirt. You can’t help the shake in your legs as you come down, clenching uselessly around nothing as your insides flutter. Michael lets you drop your legs to either side of him and in the rarest of soft moments, dips down to rest his head against your sternum. He lets you hold him, fingers soft at the dirty hair attached to his mask but you don’t mind, not with how pleased you felt.

#michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #michael myers #michael myers x y/n #michael myers x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader #halloween

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slasherbish · 1 year

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Quiet Nights part 4 (Michael Myers x reader)

For possibly the first time in his life Michael was worried. His human hadn’t been around in two days. The first day he figured they were busy or sick, by the second day he was annoyed. Now it was the third day and he was hungry. He had eaten a sewer rat the night before, consuming animals raw wasn’t new for him but he had grown accustomed to his human bringing him more edible foods. The shape sat in the near silence of his place, the only sound being the wind rushing by the opening and the drips of water falling from the ceiling.

He hadn’t stalked (y/n) and therefore didn’t know where they lived. Myers hadn’t been able to leave due to both his injuries and the risk of being spotted. While he was very sure of his abilities in not being seen he knew that his human would be worried and he didn’t want to incur the wrath that may be them withholding certain foods. The sun started to set on the third day of (y/n) being missing and Michael was pacing.

He was too deep into thought to hear or see you standing, staring at him from the entrance. You watched as the mountain of a man paced, the thought that maybe he was worried flashed through your mind. Quickly you shook that thought away, no way The Michael Myers was worried about a lowly human. It wasn’t your gaze that made him aware of you, it was the smell of warm food in your bag that snapped him from his thoughts. You squeaked as he thumped over to you and picked you up by the arms, setting you down on a rusted folding chair that you had brought a while ago. He huffed crossing his arms with a glare that could kill.

(Y/n) smiled innocently up at him as if they hadn’t been gone for three days and then turned up at dusk with a wrist and knee brace on. The killer gestured to the braces as if asking “What the hell happened.”

“Okay Okay do you want the truth or do you want me to spice it up?” You asked. He glared in response. “Alright the non spiced version it is. I was walking to work and I may have kinda sorta fell down some steps and kinda sorta landed myself in the ER” you didn’t need to have him speak for you to know that he was dumbfounded at your clumsiness. “I was on bedrest for two days but I’m okay and next time I won’t leave you alone for that long without the proper provisions. I’m sorry.”

He couldn’t believe that you were apologizing to him, You, the one who was hurt was apologizing. The shape let his arms fall to his sides. You kept talking “I was so worried about you while I was gone. I wanted to be here but walking just hurt so much.” He stopped you by putting a large hand on your head. At that moment you knew it was okay, he had been okay, and now he knew you were okay too.

After a few calming breaths you pulled out the food from your bag. Michael gladly took the large burrito from you and went to sit in a chair that faced away from (y/n)’s. To make him even more comfortable (y/n) turned their chair to face the opposite side of the room. Before they could even take a bite they noticed the mostly eaten corpse of a rat. (Y/n) audible gagged and then said “Ewwwww Michael please tell me you didn’t eat a rat while I was gone.” Your question was met by silence. “Please please please you did not. Oh no no whyyyyy oh thats gross it was a sewer rat! That’s not sanitary.” This time your words were met with a small piece of tin foil from the burrito wrap. A few moments of silence passed before you spoke again “You missed me” which was met with a harder tin foil ball to hit your head which only makes you laugh.

tags @babygurl97

#horror #slasher #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #slashers #x reader #x y/n #xreader #x gn reader #michael myers #michael myers x gn reader #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader #halloween #the shape of haddonfield #the shape #eating sewer rats isnt sanitary

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lost-betweenthe-pages · 2 years

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I just randomly had a Michael Myers HC/Imagine pop into my head. The likely chance this has been thought/written before is high, but fuck it —

We all know that Dr. Sartain said "He can speak, he just chooses not to." So what if he learned ASL?

Michael Myers x Deaf GN Reader Imagine (SFW)

No warnings necessary — just a soft concept

At first Michael shows no interest in learning ASL, and the silence between the two of you could be considered stifling.

Until one day you forgo the use of a pen and paper altogether. Maybe it was out of spite or the drive to put your foot down, but you said no more. At first the little note system was cute, harmless, but it was growing tiresome. With determination fueling your decision, you start to show Michael just how much signing is a staple of your life.

Days go by with little success. The man behind the mask showing with clarity that he could go without any communication, and would rather just ‘study’ you — always watching. However, by always watching you he starts to slowly, but surely, understand what you are signing. It is the small things at first, of course. As in “yes” - “no” - “hunger” - “thirst” - “tired” - “forgot” - “sleep” - “want”. Longer sentences would take more work, but you can tell Michael is starting to understand even if he hasn’t signed anything in return. Small steps you tell yourself.

It isn’t until one night he is leaving, slipping back into the shadows of the street, that you saw him sign for the first time. It was something that he must have saw you do with friends from afar. Silently as ever, Michael raised his hand to touch his index and middle finger to the ridge of the masks upper cheek, then dropped both fingers forward away from his body. ‘See you later’. You stared, eyes wide and mouth ajar, but it quickly morphed in a wide smile.

Maybe it was the expression of joy he saw on your face that night, but ever since Michael would attempt to mimic your signs with the smallest tilt to his head. As if asking ‘is this right?’ to make sure he did it correctly. You wanted to reach out and correct him when fingers were slightly off. Or when a hand would tilt the wrong way, wanting to remind him to use his dominant hand to lead with. Yet the hesitation was there since you knew full well that physical touch was difficult for Michael. So, instead, you would turn to be side to side with him, bodies almost brushing, and repeat the sign slowly.

One thing you noticed right away is that Michael did not favor signs that took up both hands. Sitting down his knife for too long seemed to leave him uneasy, but he started to slowly implement them. Even if reluctantly at first.

Months passed in the abandoned rundown home where you first stumbled upon Michael. A place you both used to escape society. Before you knew it, the two of you were holding small conversations. The pen and journal starting to gather a layer of dust on the forgotten, stained coffee table. And the silent killer of Haddonfield found a way to communicate beyond words.

#michael myers x gn reader #slasher x reader #Michael Myers Imagines #SFW #some soft tender thoughts #reblogging is appreciated #and comments are welcomed #it's but a dream

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slashersidewhore · 10 months

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Slashers! First meeting their S/O

Slashers! x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, pre-relationship stuff, love at first sight, mentions of murder/gore/malicious intentions, violence

Michael Myers

It was Halloween night, dark eyes through holes in a white, cast of a mask staring through the second story window of an old, decrepit house

A young boy skipping by as in a blue, capped superhero, an older couple strolling on the opposite street, arm in arm minding their own in the breezy night

Eyes cast downward as the sharp ring of a doorbell shot through the old bones of the house, glint of a butchers knife tight in the grasp of the man know silently making his way through the upper hall

“Are we even supposed to be going in here?”

“Who cares, it’s tradition to check out the Myers mansion, relax”

“I don’t know, this feels wrong..”

Listening to what seemed to be two young adult, the shrill voice of one of them almost instantly striking the silent man with a headache

Michael watched from the shadows as the pair came into view, the louder of the two wearing her hair in tight pigtails, a cheerleader outfit splattered with what was obviously fake blood, a bad attempt at a murder victim

Ready to lumber from the darkness and strike down on the intruders, the man was struck to the spot he stood as you came into view, wearing another poorly, and clearly last minute, thrown on pirate costume

You were what he imagined when the perfect kill was dreamt, your face burned into his as your pictured screams of fear and pain died as did your fighting spirit, the knife once again tightened in his grip, knuckles turning a pale white, veins pulsing beneath taut skin

He wanted, no, needed to kill you

Even the thought alone send a bold chill of excitement through the otherwise lifeless body of his

“You know what would be so funny-“

The girl in pigtails spoke as she flipped around the corner, the voice shrinking in her throat quickly morphing in a scream of terror as she bumped into the large, awaiting body of the infamous Michael Myers

Although her scream was also short lived as a rough hand was immediately around her throat, lifting her from her feet and slamming her back into the adjacent wall breath knocked from her body at the impact

His other hand rose, moonlight catching the long, silver blade as it was plunged deep into her stomach, twisting, turning as her throat gave up on its scream, another shriek caused the killers head to twist like an owl

There you stood, frozen in place with hands partly covering your mouth, eyes wide, not shaking, not running, just watching as the man before you brutalized your friend

But as your eyes caught each others in the dimly lit hallway, Michaels grasp on the now corpse released, body hitting the floor with a dull thud he didnt bother to pull the knife from its placed nestled between dead flesh, not even glancing down at it

Your hands slowly fell from your face, still not shaking, but clearly stressed with sweat as you wiped your hands on the fabric covering your thighs

“I’m, sorry for breaking in”

Your voice was soft, careful but not disingenuous, Michael didn’t know how to react, unable to look away or even move

His head tilted to the left, mask bunching at the bottom, he turned on his heel and made his exit through the rickety wooden door leading to the backyard, leaving the body, knife, and you alone in the corridor

As his walk through the brisk night air flooded under the neck of his mask, the killer could feel his normally emotionless face scrunch with confusion

If hearing you scream in fear wasn’t what he thought he wanted from you, then what did he want from you?

He would have to investigate this sudden curiosity closely

Jason Voorhees

Jason was tirelessly indulging the day by sitting on the end of his cabins patio, watching the slow turn of various wild animals go by

There weren’t any campers to keep him busy, nor screams and boisterous laughter of teens trying to get their rocks off on the property, just the hum of June bugs and trees swaying beneath the gentle breeze of warm weather

That was until a shrill yelp drilled into Jason’s eardrums, bothered by the distraction from his day of calm, the man stood with shoulders squared, grabbing the awaiting machete perched against one of the patios wooden posts

Marching through the dense woods, his boots crushed leaves as he made he way to the noise from minutes earlier, hoping whoever it was was far gone

“Oh my god”

Of course they weren’t though, of course whoever this was decided to stupidly wander onto private property, clearly posted in writing on multiple trees and wire fences

Although Jason hesitated when he heard something he’d never had the pleasure of catching

“You poor thing, here I am breaking the law because of you”

Peeking from behind the thick trunk of a large oak, Jason was surprised to see a stranger kneeling in the dirt, fingers and palms cut up with minor wounds as they attempted to unwind a helpless rabbit that seemed to have gotten itself rolled in loose barbed wire

Not minding to worry about yourself, you winced as another barb caught your finger, slicing the thin flesh there as the rabbit was freed, trotting away without a care in the world

“Okay, now which way did I come in from?”

You wondered aloud, turning on your heel to go back the direction you think you came from, hoping in get back on the hiking trail you’d left behind

Jason merely watched with confusion, no malice or really any thought behind his eyes other than the urge to, protect you, from what he wasn’t sure

But he knew for certain, you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget

Thomas Hewitt

Let’s get one thing straight, Thomas doesn’t enjoy killing, him and his family was forced into it by Hoyt and his insatiable urge to feed and “care” for everyone

Most victims were easy to kill, treating him like a monster, screaming in his face curses and insults as they went out

Others he had a harder time with, the ones that just cry, plead with him for their life, promise they won’t tell the police if he lets them go

That being said, he’s never failed to kill, not once since he’s begun

That is until one summer day, when a knock at the door caught Luda Mae by surprise, wiping her wet hands on a dish towel and headed to the front door

Eyes narrowed, the older woman opened the door to reveal a young adult, you, standing there with a shy smile gracing your features, you held a pair of car keys in one hand, the other free to reach up and rub nervously at the back of your neck

“I’m sorry to bother you and, whoever else is home, but my car broke down a mile out, and I’m unable to reach anyone on my cell”

Luda Maes confusion turned to soft pity, a reserved grin taking over her lips as she moved to the left, a hand beckoning you in

“Well dear, there’s a phone in the kitchen, if you’d like I can call the towns auto shop while you wait in the living room”

Although still shaken from being practically dropped in the middle of nowhere Texas, you made your way graciously inside, thanking the woman with kind praise as you did so

Taking a seat on one of the two sofas available, your ankles crossed as you stared down at one of the keychains dangling from your car keys

You could hear the woman in the kitchen shuffling around, although you weren’t sure if you could hear anyone speaking to anyone on the phone

Curious, you slowly stood, palms sweaty as you now took a few steps from the living room, now able to hear Luda Mae speaking on the low to someone, then the sound of a corded phone clicking into its place on the wall

Heart slowing as you realized you were just being paranoid, you quickly turned on your heel to find your way back to the couch, although your trip was cut short by your feet crossing over one another, about to fall on your face when a two large hands steadied your shoulder

Gazing up, your breath caught in your throat at the absolute behemoth of a man now standing before you, a leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, thick brows furrowing as you simply continued to stare with wonder up at him

“Thank you”

Was all you could manage, voice catching as you realized your body was practically pressed up against his

“There you are dear, oh look I see you’ve met my youngest boy Tommy”

Luda Mae spoke as she entered the room, knowing look on her face as she coyly added fuel to the current fire

Pulling yourself up right and out of Thomas’ grasp, your hot face was focused on the older woman in hopes the man wouldn’t notice your sudden fluster

“Unfortunately our only truck is out with my other son, so I was thinking my boy here could be so kind as to walk you to the auto shop, you’ll be safe with him, promise”

You didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes followed you, too focused on thinking about being alone with a man as attractive as the one quietly standing beside you

“You’re not worried are you?”

Luda seemed to test you, but it went right over your head as you shook your head no

“He seems very reliable”

You smiled up at Thomas, unable to catch the skip in his chest as you did so

Luda Mae could only grin at the sight, ready to call up Hoyt and tell him to leave this stranger alone, as she could see a future blooming before her eyes

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t one to leave his studio unless absolutely necessary, and even in those cases he didn’t, it wasn’t pleasant for the man

Until Bo brought home a guest, someone shaking and blindfolded as he manhandled the poor soul, although the stranger wasn’t screaming nor fighting, it was as if they’d completely given up, or knew it wouldn’t help

Vincent watched silently as his brother forced you to the ground, your knees surely hurting as they made contact with the hard, concrete floor

“Do you know what happens to people that wander where they don’t belong?”

Bo questioned menacingly, although he had a playful glint in his eye Vincent had never seen before

Silently creeping up behind his twin, the long haired man narrowed his eyes as he scanned what he could see in the dim, candle lit room of your face

The obvious old, dried tears that had found their way down your cheeks were still shining, creating lines over your soft skin

You looked to be carved of marble, painted with delicate strokes and framed with care, you were a work of art, and he hadn’t even seen your eyes yet

Placing a deft hand on Bo’s shoulder, the two exchanged looks, the shorter haired twin groaning in annoyance, although that look from before was still in his eye

Right as he was turning to take his leave, he leaned closer to Vincent, whispering to him as he passed

“I took one glance and knew you’d like them, guess I was right”

Then he was gone, foot steps disappearing as he left up the basement stairway

Vincent cautiously walked closer to you, noticing how you flinched back a bit when he made a move to pull your blindfold up, doing it slowly as to not startle you

Your watery eyes fell on his masked face, brows furrowing slightly as you glanced around the room

Vincent’s mouth soured at the idea that you were looking for Bo, of course you would be, what new comer in town wasn’t, until

“Is that man from before gone?”

You’d whispered, and if your sweet voice didn’t send Vincent into a flutter of strange emotions, your next words at the nod of, “yes”, Vincent gave you did

“Good, he scares me”

He merely nodded, unsure of how to act

“Is he going to come back?”

Vincent shrugged

Your shifted so you were sitting, wincing at the ache in your legs, eyes nervous but no longer afraid, you looked to the silent man before you

“Will you, stay here if he comes back?”

Vincent had never been so quick to nod a, “yes”

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’m back now! I’m working on what is currently in my requests but feel free to send in more!

^ me returning after being inactive for 6 months

#slasher #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #michael myers #slasher x reader #jason voorhees #slashers x reader insert #slashers x gn reader #slashers x reader #thomas hewitt fanfic #thomas hewitt x reader #jason voorhees x reader #Jason Voorhees fanfic #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers fanfic #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair fanfic

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herecomethatboi · 9 months

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Dbd killers X gn!Reader

Tiktok on my foryou really fueled my writer-self and i'm not even sorry.

"Killer chases MC. MC gets cornered or sumthin and as the killer catches up, MC grabs him by his shirt/jacket/hoodie/thing, slams him into the wall behind him, tears his mask down and kisses him while leaning their full body weight on the killer.

Killer is like 🧍‍♂️

While MC just 🏃 to the hatch/gate."

Enjoy this silly thing and ignore any mistake I might made. English isn't my first language lol

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Ghostface:

You were the only one left. Meg was moried for looping Ghostface for too long and it pissed the killer off. Steve sacrificed himself to save you, since he was already injured and pushed you to run away while he got the killer's attention. Élodie finished the third generator before getting caught, and at that moment the only other survivour was you, who was getting chased by the Ghostface.

You got injured, but got away quick enough to heal yourself, hearing the entity finishing off poor Élodie on the other side of the map. You felt bad, since you could've saved her if it weren't for the killer lurking around the corner of the police station.

You huffed as you finished bandaging your arm and slowly started walking down the dark hallway, not making any sound in case Ghostface was near.

But luck wasn't on your side of course, since he appeared out of nowhere in front of you from the other room and you, by sheer luck got ahold of his shoulders and slammed him against the wall next to you, pinning him there.

You were shocked, as well as him, but to confuse him even further, you pulled his mask up to his nose and kissed him, while putting your whole body weight on him.

He dropped his knife in shock and just stood there, frozen in place. He didn't have enough time to react properly.

The kiss ended a few seconds later and you were gone, running down the hallway, to the main entrance, luckily finding the hatch there, making your escape easier than you thought ever was possible.

Even when you got back you brushed your fingertips against your lips, remembering Ghostface's taste. It was sweet and had an undertone of smoke. He's a smoker, but loves sweets, especially caramel.

The next time you met him, let it be trial or not, he gave you the same treatment, making the kiss last longer with lingering touches of his fingertips brushing down your spine, holding your face and touching your hips.

What was between the two of you was never talked about, but it was obvious for anyone that it was more than a game of cat and mouse.

The Legion, Frank:

One of the gate was already open, Yoichi got injured, but escaped.

Yui out ran the killer and got out as well and Feng was sacrificed already. Poor girl was trying to heal herself, since she had a medkit but made the mistake of making a noise, which alerted the killer.

That left you running from the Legion, trying desperately to get to the gate or at least find the hatch.

Another ding rang around the whole map, signalling the timer going even lower now and that the enitity is waiting to strike you and punish you for not escaping.

You felt it only once, but it was enough to not want to go through it again.

You jumped through a window, falling down from the second floor, making your landing more painful and slowing you down for a few second, which gave enough time for the Legion to catch up.

He walked toward you with such a cocky confidence that it irritated you. But, you got an idea, which made you seem scared, but actually tensing your muscles to get ready and wait for him to get close enough.

When he did, you grabbed him by the front if his hoodie and slammed him against the hay behind him, making him grunt in surprise.

You yanked his mask down from his face, not even giving him a moment to realize what was going on and you kissed him with so much force his knees buckled, you grip on him the only thing keeping him from falling on the ground.

You heared a whimper from him, but you were too focussed to truely do anything about it, or really realize what he just did.

You heard his weapon slip from his hand and that was the moment you pulled away and ran to the gate that was just a few metres away.

You made it out right before the timer went off, leaving Frank alone while he slowly slid down to sit on the ground and stare before himself in shock while panting and blinking like an idiot.

After he caught up about the whole situation, he had a little grin on his face and touched his lips, still tasting you on them.

He decided to wait for the next time he sees you again to give you a rougher treatment, as a thanks for making him realize something about himself.

Even if that something was a thing he swore he hated. Getting himself slammed against something solid was a new and exciting thing he wanted to explore with only you.

Michael Myers:

The two of you were staring at each other. Neither of you moving an inch, while making sure to note any tiny movement the other was making.

The others were dead already, only three gens done, which was a miracle when the trial was with Michael. With him, every single time only one gen was done, he somehow alway knew where everyone was and what they were doing. He finished everyone off with such quickness that even the Entity couldn't influence his perfect efficency.

Until today.

He was angry, it was obvious from the louder-than-usual huffs he was letting out, his shoulders more tense, his grip on his knife made his knuckles even whiter than his already pale skin was.

Something happened to him and you were the last one left, which meant torture until he was satisfied, not letting the Entity interviene.

Not like she ever did, but that's besides the point.

You held your flashlight, breathing as slowly as you could to try and react in time to at least give the impression that you were trying to run away.

You took a step behind you, there was a window, but even if you could just jump out, he would catch up and most likely make you suffering even more painful.

But you had an idea that Feng talked about jokingly. That is a video she saw where there was a girl running from a killer in a haunted house. But she turned around and slammed the masked killer against the wall, pulled his mask up and kissed him. Which made the killer stunned enough for her to run away.

You knew the element of surprise was everything, but Michael was stronger than a normal human, even stronger in trial. But you had to give it a try, for your escape at least or to gain time to locate the hatch.

You moved fast, jumped out quickly and dropped down, making you grunt but step away, seeing the killer climb out and drop down next to you.

You grabbed the giant man by his arms and with your full body weight, you slammed him against the wall behind him, his knees were bent, which gave you enough room to quickly as you could, pull his mask up and slam your lips against his.

Michael tensed up, his right arm shook with the amount of force be was gripping the knife, but he didn't move.

He was like a statue, too still to be human, but the surprise was enough for you to push him to the wall while you pulled away and ran as fast as you could.

You found the hatch without meeting him again.

You were the first person ever to escape the Shape.

Surprising everyone, being asked questions about the "how" and "why". You didn't explain, you couldn't.

And after that, whenever you had a trial with the Shape, you never saw him, but felt his gaze on you and you were always let go.

Why?...You never really got an answer, but on one part you were glad, and on the other you were embarrassed, since you knew exactly why he never approached you again.

What you didn't know is you became more of an obsession to him than Laurie, but a different kind.

A more possessive and dangerous kind.

#dbd x gn reader #dbd x reader #dead by daylight #michael myers x reader #dbd ghostface x reader #the legion x reader #dead by daylight x reader #x gn reader #gn reader #gender neautral reader #what did i just write #help #tiktok made me do this #im not kidding #im not okay

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pastelclovds · 4 months

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can u do ABO au with slashers going through their heat and asking the reader coughbeggingcough for help?

cw: this was longer than expected, dom!top!gn!alpha!reader, sub!bottom!omega!michael myers, knotting, heats, praise kink, condom use, michael is implied to be a virgin, male omegas have pussies and dicks, all alphas have dicks. word count: 1.3 k

michael had experienced many things in his life, but one thing he never experienced, were his heats. because he was in the mental institution, michael was given suppressants by the doctors all his life up until he escaped and started his rampage.

but five days after his escape, he began feeling hot and sweaty, his vision was blurry, and his pussy was leaking slick like crazy. michael didn’t know what was happening to him, and for the first time in his life, he was confused and scared. it soon got worse to the point where michael couldn’t even walk and hid himself in an alley. that’s when he meet you. you were an alpha that was throwing out the trash behind your house, when you caught the scent of an omega in heat.

you were obviously worried for the poor soul, so you followed the scent, and there you found the infamous bogeyman. michael gripped onto his knife with a shaky hold and tried to attack you, but his movements were slow and you quickly slapped the knife out of his hands. michael let out a threatening growl and pounced on top of you, the air was pushed out of your lungs as michael’s hands were put beside your head and made you stay down. “h-hey, i just want to help you. an omega shouldn’t be out in public during their heat, you’re in pain, aren’t you?” you asked, trying to keep a calm voice and pumping out comforting pheromones.

michael let out deep pants of air, you could tell he was holding onto his last bit of strength by the way his body was shaking. michael unexpectedly whines when he unknowingly rubs his clothed hard-on against your thigh. you gently put your hand on his plastic cheek, you ask, “has this ever happened to you?” michael shakes his head no, you know enough about this guy to know that he was dangerous, but you couldn’t just leave him here to suffer through his first heat.

“let me help you, please,” you pleaded, michael thought long and hard, and eventually agreed. you led him inside your house, up to your bedroom, and quickly got to business. before you could even remove your boxers, michael pushed you onto your bed, dry humping you like a feral beast. you pulled michael in for a kiss against his covered lips as you zipped him out of his jumpsuit so that he was just in his underwear. as michael fought with your mouth for dominance, you flip the both of you over so that michael’s back was on the mattress.

you reach for your nightstand and take out lube and a condom pack from the drawer. michael’s breath hitches as he watches you pull your cock out and slide the condom on. you smile down at the bogeyman and went to kiss so dangerously close to his abdomen up to his large chest. “you have such a beautiful body, michael. your abs, arms, and thighs are strong,” you pull michael’s underwear down, and place your hands between his thick thighs to pull them apart and reveal his wet entrance. “oh what i would give to have my head between these things, and have you ride my face. perhaps we could do it next time, if you want to,” michael’s dick twitched in interest as more slick spilled from his cunt. he liked praise, noted.

you didn’t want to tease him too much because once again, he was in heat, and you were slightly scared of what he would do if you kept him waiting any longer. you wanted to make his first heat as pleasurable as possible.

you slipped in a finger, his walls took you in with ease. michael moaned when you began to work your finger inside him, he’d never had something that big inside him before. you were putting his comfort above your own pleasure, precum gathered at the tip of michael’s cock. he let out another loud whine when you put another finger inside him, he moved to cover his mouth. there was so much slick that you didn’t think he even needed lube, michael thrusted against your fingers, desperately looking for the relief he needed. deciding he was loose enough, you pulled your fingers out of his pussy (he glared at you through his mask for doing so), grabbed the lube, and poured it over your slick covered hand to bathe your cock in.

you held out your hand for michael, “let me know if you feel uncomfortable, okay?” michael was taken aback by your gentleness, but nodded and took your hand in his. you wrapped his legs around your waist, lined your cock up to his dripping pussy, and slowly pushed inside, thankfully he was wet and loose enough so you bottom out with ease. michael squeezed your hand as he breathed heavily, his walls were so warm, you resisted the urge to just plow him then and there.

it wasn’t until he was grinding his hips that he silently told you to fuck him. you set a deep but slow pace, michael let out guttural groans when the fat heat of your cock hit his sweet spot. slaps of skin against skin filled your ears, along with you and michael’s mixed moans made your hips speed up. michael gasped when you grabbed his legs and pushed them against his chest, the new angle made you thrust deeper into him. “you feel- oh, so good for me, mikey. gonna make me cum soon,” michael moans breathlessly in your ear as his hands grip desperately on your back.

the bed slammed against your wall in sync with your pace, the smell of heat and sex filled the room, and if there was anyone in your house, they would be able to hear you two fucking like animals. michael could feel his walls tighten around you before slick and cum dirty your thighs and chest. he holds you as tight as he can, overstimulation overcoming him as you relentlessly use him to chase your end. your knot starts to expand, making it harder to thrust until you finally bottom out and fill the condom with hot cum.

michael and yourself were cover in a thin layer of sweat as you both let your orgasms wash over you. it took awhile until your knot lessened enough to pull out, “you were so good for me michael, relax while i get us some water and napkins,” michael watched as you threw away the used condom and left the room, he felt so much better than earlier, albeit sweaty, but still good. you came back with two glasses of water and a tissue box and sat beside michael. you made a move to take off his mask, but he took your wrist in a death grin and let out a warning grown.

“sorry baby, but you need to drink something,” michael was silent, you sighed and put the glass on top of the nightstand beside the bed. “after i’m done cleaning you up, i’m going to sleep, you can drink then. i don’t want you having a sore throat.” you rip a few tissue out of the box and begins cleaning michael and yourself. michael was watching you like a hawk the entire time, your face, your neck that didn’t have a mating mark (yet), and your cock. once you’re done, you wrap your bedsheets around michael and yourself. you smile at michael before kissing his masked cheek and resting your head on a pillow facing him, “goodnight, michael.” he watches as you drift off to sleep and you begin drooling on the pillow case. you looked so peaceful when you sleep.

the morning came, and michael was was not beside you. you were fully expecting him to kill you in your sleep, but thankfully he didn’t. you thought that would be the last and only time you’ll ever see the bogeyman. oh how wrong you were. you weren’t upset though, in fact, you were gleeful.

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plasmabull · 2 months

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Big brain activity rn >:3

Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho

(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)

(Based on this image) (me right now)

#slasher memes #slashers x male reader #male! reader #male reader #male!reader #x gn reader #male reader imagine #yautja #rz michael myers #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #otis driftwood

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tomriddleslovergirl · 9 months

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Someone Hurting their S/O

Pairings: Jason Dean x Reader, Carrie White x Reader, Michael Myers x Reader

Carrie White:

Her reaction depends on how badly you get hurt. If someone had pushed you, she would help you get back up and check if you were alright.

But, if someone seriously injured you in front of her, things will go bad for the person who hurt you really quickly (and anyone in the area).

She’d use her telekinetic abilities to hurt/kill whoever hurt you. (She may not realize she did this herself until after the person who hurt you is injured/dead)

Jason Dean:

Whoever hurt you is gonna die.

While he’s making sure you’re alright, he’s talking about how he’s gonna kill whoever hurt you.

He’d prefer if you went with him to kill the person who hurt you or at least watch. But even if you don’t, he’s killing them anyway.

Michael Myers:

🔪🔪🔪

He saw the whole thing go down.

He was stalking you like usual, when someone decided to hurt you.

You don’t see Michael for the whole day after that happens. Turns out, he’s now stalking the person who hurt you.

The next thing they know, they're dead. And he made sure it hurt.

Imma be honest, Michael would be really overprotective of you and would kill people for the smallest of reasons for you.

#carrie white x reader #slashers x reader #michael myers x reader #jason dean x reader #Slasher x reader headcanons #slashers x gn reader

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spinning-stars · 10 months

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Mini smut fics! 🦴Slashers🦴 Part 1

Slashers x Reader

(no genitalia is mentioned but its implied afab!!!)

💥NSFW!!! SMUT!!! LEMON!!! WHATEVER YOU WANNA CALL IT!!!💥

Slashers- Billy and Stu, The Sinclair brothers (Vincent, Bo, Lester), Michael Myers.

Warnings ⚠️- knife play, wax play,body worship, degrading, usage of the word slut, p in v sex, bondage, oral giving and receiving, I made Billy a Sub. (I'll let you know when the bondage, wax play, body worship, degrading usage of the word slut, and knife play)

👻Billy Loomis-

"Please..." Billy looked down at you, eyes filled with lust. You have been teasing his dick for only a small hour, and he was begging for his release. His arms were tied behind his back and you were trying your best to hold his hips still to keep him from thrusting into your mouth. Occasionally you will let his hips go for about a minute or two only to stop his the second he gets close. You gently run your hand over the tip, making his body shiver. "You're going to have to beg more pretty boy," you say while staring up at him with the most innocent eyes. "Fuck... Please, I need it... Y/N... Please" He whimpers while lightly closing his eyes. "Good boy, you earned it," you said while taking him fully in your mouth and lightly sucking. It didn't take much time before his thighs began to shake and you felt his release in your mouth. His soft moans followed his climax.

👻✨Stu Macher-

Stu had your legs spread while you were sitting on his lap. He was rocking his hips back and forth, his hands are leaving deep bruises on your hips. He would occasionally thrust his hips up into you but then continued back into rocking. Stu like teasing you he felt like he was in complete control you would hold down your hips and stop you if you tried moving faster or slower than what he said. "Awe what's wrong Y/n... I thought you could take me. " Stu groans as he sped up a bit. He could feel you tightening around his cock. He slowly moved one of his hands to your thigh and gave it a light squeeze. He thrusted up a bit more into you. He felt your legs start to shake and your nails dig into your back before you both released. You fell into chest and you both began panting.

🎨Vincent Sinclair-

(💥Wax play, Bondage, body worship!!! 💥)

Vincent what's making you into his own kind of art art. He had you tied up the prettiest color of red rope, your legs were spread and your arms were tied above your head. A cute heart design was made on your chest using the rope. Vincent it's on the other end fingering you. He had a hot candle dripping wax on your body. Every time you wince in pain he bends down and lightly kisses that spot. When he wasn't kissing you he was rubbing your body lightly. " You're so beautiful... My muse." You tighten around his fingers and he speeds up trying not to hurt you. When you came he got on his knees and started to eat you out, tuning into your sweet whimpers and moans as you squirm above him.

🔧Bo Sinclair-

(💥 degrading, usage of the word slut, light Bondage💥)

Bo had you been over his giant Dark blue toolbox in the shop. Y'all were doing a quickie before the victims came back to the shop to check on there car. He was ramming in behind you with deep, quick thrust. "Fuck y/n... You feel so nice... you're so damn needy."He groans and throws his head back while picking up the pace. He then slaps your ass leaving a perfect bright red handprint. "You're my slut, Ain't ya'?." He asks as he feels your legs shake and you tighten around his cock. He slows down a tad bit just to leave hickeys and bites on your back and neck. He lets you suck his fingers to keep you from making too much noise. "Shhh... keep quiet, you don't want em' to think you're a slut now do ya?" He says as he bites your shoulder causing you to bleed. He then speeds up the pace while squeezing your ass until you both cum. He loves to pull out and see how much he wrecked you in such little time.

🐾Lester Sinclair-

(💥slight body worship💥)

Lester is the biggest sucker for truck sex. He took his old jacket and folded it into a makeshift pillow, so you don't hurt your head laying on the bed of the truck. Lester is gentle, he kisses your body before sticking it in. He lightly pumped in and out of you while holding on to your hand. "Shit... Honey you're warm and nice." He moans while speeding up a bit. He cums first and then kneels down. "Can't let someone as pretty as you not finish," he pants a bit before eating you out. He bounces back and forth between eating you out and kissing your inner thighs. Here and there leaving light bites until you cum.

🔪Michael Myers-

(💥Knife play 💥)

Michael had you in missionary when he began lightly dragging the tip of his Knife by your side. He was going at a deep but normal pace surprisingly. He looked down to admire his work, you had cuts, hickeys, and bites all over you. For the cherry on top you have a slight ring of tears in your eyes in a face contorted with pleasure. He takes the top of the knife and digs it a little on your side causing blood to start trickling out of the wound. Michael lifted his mask and bent down and began to lightly lick the blood and kiss around the wound. He began to speed up his pace, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder. Both of his hands we're digging into your hips as a rammed in and out of you. Your hands flew up around his neck when you got close. He continued the speed until you both came at the same time. After you two were done, he took the knife and carved 'Michael' on your inner thigh.

Authors note🖤- I thought y'all needed something to spice up your day a bit. Who should I do for part 2? Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3

UPDATE!!! PART 2 IS OUT

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sethcertified · 6 months

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Can you write Thomas Hewitt, Billy Lenz, the Sinclair Brothers, and RZ Michael Myers hearing their s/o refer to something they don't like as "icky-yucky" for the first time? It's a little weird but I say it a lot and I wanna know how they'd react. Thank you!

「 ICKY-YUCKY ! 」 . . . 📂

slashers: various

w.c: 1.14k

⊹˚.⋆ synopsis . . . how slashers react when their s/o says “icky-yucky”

⊹˚.⋆ starring . . . thomas hewitt, billy lenz, vincent sinclair, bo sinclair, rz michael myers & gn reader

⤷ thomas hewitt

• You know I’m gonna have to bring it up: cannibalism

• Regardless of how you and Thomas met, you’re obviously gonna know that the meat isn’t always.. trustworthy

• He’ll definitely be confused on why you’re apprehensive to eat the plate of food in front of you he just set down

• He’s grown up with it, you know? Plus, it tastes fine to him

• But he’s not gonna force you to eat anything you don’t want to

• Lunda will just buy you other foods with the money they took from you when they took your things

• And I can guarantee that some of the food is definitely out of date and tastes absolutely disgusting

• For example, It’s a hot summer day in the Texas heat, (absolutely unbearable btw coming from a texan) and you and Thomas are out, working.

• Thomas can see the sweat sweeping through your shirt and dripping off your skin, so he decided to get you a fresh cup of lemonade.

• Unfortunately, the lemonade was out of date..

• When Thomas hands you the cup you thank him gratefully and lift the cup to your lips

• The sour taste makes your nose scrunch and the now thick consistency slimes its way down your throat as you swallow it down.

• “Icky-yucky,” you mumble.

• Thomas hears this and tilts his head slightly. Did you not like it? He grabs the cup out of your hand, rushes back to the kitchen, and gets you something else.

• He never wants to disappoint or hurt you

• He threw out the lemonade jug out IMMEDIATELY after getting you something else to drink

• Never want to hear the words “Icky-yucky” from you again (lightheartedly!!) he always wants the best for you

⤷ billy lenz

• We all know Billy has an insane dirty mouth

• And some of the things he says are.. gross

• It was just another day of doing nothing

• You were just lounging on the couch, bored out of your mind with a book in hand

• And you would be lying if you weren’t waiting for the phone to ring

• It had become your duty to answer it as you were the most un-phased by “the moaner”

• And now it excited you, for it was your own form of entertainment

• The phone rings to your delight and you hurry to pick it up

• “Hi Billy”

• “Pretty piggy!”

• His little giggles escape the phone

• “What, what.. is p-piggy doing!?”

• “Reading, what is Billy doing?”

• The most mischievous giggles flood your hearing, “You!”

• You sigh although you have a huge, cheesy smile on your face, “Now that was just.. the opposite of smooth! It was.. uh, icky-yucky!”

• He whines as he repeats the word, almost tasting it. “Icky.. yucky..”

• He starts to repeat it over and over and over before he pauses and his heavy breathing floods your hearing

• And then he speaks

• “I-is Billy icky-yucky?”

• His tone isn’t sad, you can hear the smile on his face

• It’s just harmless teasing, you know?

• You readjust the phone with the smile before responding

• “Yeah but I like icky-yucky”

⤷ vincent sinclair

• Vincent is dedicated to his art

• That’s obvious

• So he’s in the studio a lot

• Making all types of things out a wax

• Cough cough, humans

• So as Vincent’s partner, you’re gonna be in the studio a lot too

• And I can guarantee that there’s a few safety hazards down there

• And you’re at some point going to burn yourself

• Vincent is at his desk, while you’re fiddling around the room, bored out of your mind

• Your fingers grace the walls and the candles mindlessly

• Because of your lack of attention, you fail to see the lit flame above the candle right in front of you

• So as your finger drags across the candles, right into the flame..

• You burn yourself.

• “Ouch!” you yell as you scamper away from the flame

• The burn has started to inflame the tip of your finger as you winced

• Vincent rushed over to you the moment he heard you yell

• His large hands cupped your wrist as he examined the burn

• It wasn’t bad, but you’re probably gonna want to put it in cold water and wrap it up

• But that doesn’t stop Vincent from worrying about you

• You can feel his worry, but you just smile at him and brush a lock of his long, dark hair back. “I’m fine, my finger just feels icky-yucky”

• Vincent tilts his head at the wording but his worry had faded

• He holds your wrist and takes you upstairs to treat your small burn

• He’s an extremely doting and caring boyfriend

• I love Vincent sm

⤷ bo sinclair

• Louisiana is hot

• Pretty obvious fact

• Another obvious fact?

• Bo Sinclair is hot

• I had to, I’m sorry

• Although in the movie, it was Lester who had dealt with the animal remains rather than Bo, I think eventually as Bo’s partner ur gonna have to deal with more than one dead animal rotting away in the Louisiana heat

• You’re in Bo’s truck, driving around to cure your boredom

• Cause being completely honest, things get boring quick in an abandoned town after awhile

• And you spot a dead raccoon on the side of the road

• At the sight, Bo’s parks his truck and looks at it

• He picks the animal by its tail and starts bringing it to your window

• “Isn’t it cute?” He teases with a strong southern drawl

• “No! What’s wrong with you!?”

• “He wants to be your friend, [Name]”

• “Bo, stop! That thing is icky-yucky! Go throw it off the road.”

• He grins cheekily at you before he chucks it off

• As he hops back into the driver’s seat, he turns to you with a smirk

• “It wanted to be your friend..”

• “I will literally kill you.”

⤷ rz michael myers

• It’s a known fact Michael is a murder

• It’s also a known fact that’s he extremely dangerous and threatening

• Are these very good reasons you shouldn’t date him? Yes

• Do you listen to common sense? No!

• That being said, he would never hurt you

• You’re one of the VERY FEW ppl he likes

• But that doesn’t stop him from hurting others

• You hadn’t seen Michael is a bit and it was starting to get dark which made you worry

• You’re at your dining table, working on some paper mache (an interest you wanted to take part in to relate to Michael more)

• When the man himself waltz in through the front door

• His clothes are covered in dried blood

• You can not only see it but also smell it

• “Mickey, no offense, but can you PLEASE change? That blood is just icky-yucky.”

• He stares at you for a bit before going to your room and changing

• Michael likes your honesty a lot

• Plus the fact you were not scared by the blood, but rather disgusted?

• for lifers with this beautiful man

✎ notes . . . I’m so sorry this took me so long 😭

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krypticcafe · 10 months

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any chance for dbd killers (especially myers) reacting to a partner who wants to take the relationship real slow? how would they take it? would they push, or be respectful? patience? bonus for cuddle time 💜✨

DBD killers w/a partner who wants to take it slow

rating: teen

character(s): GN!Reader, Shape/Michael Myers, Ghostface/Danny "Jed" Olsen, The Executioner/Pyramid Head, The Cannibal/Bubba Sawyer, Legion/Frank Morrison

warning(s): suggestive themes, canon-typical violence and behavior, language

a/n: pardon the unannounced hiatus, cue the usual fanfic writer life drama, gonna be dusting off the request box :]

Michael

Thank. GOD. He's not gonna say it, but Michael's beyond relieved because he's just not comfortable jumping into things, or anything at all. He likes consistency, not change, so he really needs the time to even just adjust to the fact that he's actually letting this relationship happen (no offense). Even the first time he let you live, he felt all irritated about it because it just felt wrong. But after he saw you leave med packs for him from time to time, lurk behind him while he was off chasing others, he started to grow a little more lenient towards you, much to your pleasure.

After you see the approval in his eyes, you're relieved, too. It's not that you thought Michael wouldn't take the suggestion well, it's that it was the first time you two were seriously discussing your relationship. Neither of you put a label on yourselves, you just both knew that you liked each other a little more than you did with other people. Kind of like a silent agreement.

But now you take confidence in knowing you can be as slow as you want with him, after all, you both have all of eternity to work it out, or at least until the Entity decides to do something about it. Though seeing as they haven't stopped you so far, you're probably fine for now.

It's a long time until you guys show any actual physical affection. The closest it's been is Michael getting revenge on people who use you as bait and grabbing your wrist to pull you to a safe spot while you help clean his gear during visits in between matches and lean on him or he holds you in his lap while sitting in comfortable silence (you've caught him falling asleep on a few occasions).

Expect it to take a while more if you guys actually want to get intimate, he's just too much of a 'business first' guy.

All in all, mission success.

Danny

"Like how slow?"

You should've expected this. While Michael is relieved, Danny, well, he doesn't take it as well. He's one of the clingiest of all the killers and makes it difficult not to be paranoid all the time of someone finding out. He's a hands-on type of guy and this... is kind of torture for him.

After some insistence and some pleading on your side, he'll give in, but it's not guaranteed. He has to resist his urges like some little kid trying not to open Christmas presents a day early. All day, every day, he's just thinking about smothering you in his touch, and it gets him frustrated (in both ways), so he has to take it out somehow.

You can literally see it in real-time when he's cutting through survivors like butter, not even bothering to act playful or make quips, just snarling and hissing at them like a feral cat. You make a mental note to give him a bit of something after the match, like a kiss or some cuddle time.

Other than that, he whines. A lot. Like it's so fucking annoying please make him shut up with a kiss or something, the killers can't stand hearing him bitch incoherently and you can only take so much of it as well. Also, he's a manipulative ass to expect him to be pushy and try to pressure you here and there.

It's kinda funny though, in a way you sorta conditioned him to feel even more euphoric when you do anything romantic with him. He's asking, no, begging for extra kisses, holding you real tight when you cuddle, and you swear you can feel him melting under your touch. Heart eyes and all, he's so obsessed with you.

Whenever you let him know you're ready to move things forward, expect him to be a little overexcited about it. Like if you finally let him get in your pants, he's gonna work you like there's no tomorrow, all that pent-up energy is flooding out the door.

I'm sorry, but you're literally caging an animal by asking *the* Ghostface to take it slow. He's only gonna get more hungry over time.

Pyra

Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think he cares. Like he's fine taking it as slow as you want, it's not a huge deal to him, and really, he has no room for judgment outside of killing people. You'll ask and he'll respond with the usual metallic grunt and boom. Problem solved.

In all honesty, it's probably good to take it slow with him if you want a nice, loving relationship with him. Because of his lack of experience, fast-paced relationships might just be too much for him to deal with, but taking your time lets him process how it even works. Dates, kissing, and anything beyond that aren't in his area of expertise, nor did he ever expect it to be, it's not his primary purpose.

This allows him to welcome something new in his life for once beyond the mundane life of Silent Hill and the matches in the realm of the Entity. He's not used to actually having personal priorities, so the adjustment period progresses along with your relationship. He's quick to find out that he really likes physical contact with you, too.

Most likely you'll be taking the initiative with him, teaching him the little things you like to do like cuddling and holding each other close. He really likes that, being able to just envelope you and keep you safe and close in such a comfortable manner.

I don't he exactly has a concept of... 'horny', it's more of a hunger I guess? A hunger to be close and in your presence, so he kinda has times when he'll stick to your side like a big old scary guard dog. If you wanna indulge him a little, go ahead.

Yeah, I can't really say much for him other than it is what it is.

Bubba

He tries his best to be patient, he really does. Bubba's more than understanding about it, because he's already elated that you love him back in the first place! Though sometimes he just really wants to pepper your face in kisses and smother you in love, pick you up and swing you around in his arms, take you to some of the nicer parts of the Entity's realm, he almost forgets they all live in some sick game.

Horrible advice, but try not to be so... cute around him. I like to think he has cuteness aggression, so it's very hard to keep his hands to himself when you look so... so... nope, no, Bubba, focus, you're supposed to be chasing Ace right now- oooo but don't wanna just eat them up and make them yours!

He wants to do so much with you but it's kind of for the best to keep him from rushing into things. Even he's a little worried that he'll tire you out from his eagerness to get things moving. Hell, he even spooked himself when he found himself daydreaming about marrying you mid-match. He can't help it though, it's the southern love in him that gets him all antsy (he thinks you'd look very nice in a suit or dress if you're wondering).

Yeah, and don't think you don't know either, not when he's humming "Here Comes the Bride" while sawing up Kate in halves in front of you.

Oh, and you thought the wedding fever was bad? Wait until the baby fever kicks up. Since day one of falling in love with you, this man has been dreaming of church bells, vows, cribs, pacifiers, and all that. He's never told you it in full detail but you just know he does. Whether you want it for your relationship or not, he still loves you nonetheless.

Despite it all, you help remind him to appreciate what's in the moment, that you both have an eternity together in damnation to get to that point. So long as time and the Entity are on your side, he's more than happy to take things slow with you and he'll be sure to enjoy every moment you have together.

Frank

"You're joking, right?"

No surprise here either, Frank doesn't take it all too well. He's an impatient bastard and mostly thinks with his dick more than his head sometimes. To be honest, he never even anticipated getting into a relationship with you. He thought most of the survivors were annoying and unlikable in their own ways, he even found you irritating at some point just not as much as the others, or so he'd claim.

You try to explain to him why and unfortunately, it does result in a back and forth between you two, the other members of Legion even chiming in on your defense. It's until you point into his face that you both literally have forever in this endless hell so "what's the big deal about us taking our time" and for him to just think about it for a bit.

And yeah he does, but it takes a while for Frank to wrap his head around it. He's used to just getting what he wants, jumping into things headfirst, and figuring out the details from there. His whole philosophy defies normalcy, defies everything he hates about Ormond and the banal, suburban society it is. He lives for the rush, the excitement, the recklessness. Time and care in a relationship remind him too much of a "normal life".

But the others remind him there's nothing normal about where they are now. Hell, they get to wreak havoc and chaos in the trials, it's everything they dreamed of. Making a statement for themselves. And frankly (no pun intended), he likes you a little too much to let it go. So instead of rushing himself into things, he finds a new thrill in testing the limits. He teases you with lingering touches and suggestive remarks, leaves you wanting, craving just a little more of that.

He clicks his tongue, "I thought we were taking it slow?"

That little bitch. He's got you wrapped around his finger and you know it. But don't think you're the only one aching, no. Call him a sadomasochist because it's practically killing him too, how much he has to hold back. Yet it's such a rush, keeping his hands to himself and itching for the day when you let him do whatever. He. Wants.

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