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apocalypse-shuffle · 6 months
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MICHAEL MYERS | THE SHAPE (any iteration | any canon timeline idc)
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Sex w/ Michael Myers (Michael Myers x Fem!Reader)
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NSFW, 18+, minors dni, shoddy communication (because Michael), mild dubious consent
Pic Source: Rob Zombie’s Halloween, Halloween II, & Halloween Kills(?)
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Michael ain’t easy when it comes to letting you know he’s horny.
Let’s say you’re at your computer desk working when he’s suddenly behind you.
He’s all up on you in seconds, lifting you up, taking your place in the chair, and putting you on his lap.
His rough hands find your breasts shortly after. Michael doesn’t speak as he touches you but with him so close you can hear the small groans that crawl up his throat.
You arch your back against him as he tweaks your nipples. Rubbing the dark nubs between his thumb and forefinger incessantly.
Moaning, you throw your head back on his shoulder to pant out: “What has gotten into you?”
He doesn’t react much to the question, only getting just that much louder groaning in your ear as he starts to rut up against your ass.
No sooner is he rubbing his length against your core through the layers of fabric between y’all and you’re left moaning and wondering when he’ll get impatient (because now you’re turned on too and you’re getting impatient) when he hoists you over his shoulder to reposition you.
Michael isn’t a cock warming type of man but once he gets you on the nearest flat surface he’s stuffing his semi erect dick into you with zero hesitation.
He squeezes your thigh and grunts at you to get a move on until you start milking him to full hardness.
After that it’s all Michael for the next while until he gets off, you cuming when he’s trying to nut is not the goal but if you happen to then that’s nice (initially at least).
Mainly Michael deals with himself first before coming back to finish you off after. He will breed you - every time - if you do not dissuade him from the action.
Regardless of where Michael’s cum, once he’s taken care of himself is when whether or not you came while he was getting off will come into play. If you didn’t then you’ll be well taken care of by relentless, nicely overwhelming precision. If you did, on the other hand, then prepare to be thoroughly punished because Michael is going to give you special attention whether you still want it now or not.
This man will (and revels in it tbh) overstimulate you to tears. You wanted to come so bad well then here you go, he doesn’t care if you're jerking around and sobbing he’s more than strong enough to restrain you.
Any form of aftercare depends on the version of Michael. RZ!Michael is definitely going to try, and with some direction from you he’ll be amazing at it. He wants that softer, less frenzied connection with you after the fact, and aftercare soothes and reassures you as well as him. OG!Michael and Old Man Myers (or Peepaw, as the ladies call him) on the other hand I firmly believe won’t care for aftercare all that much; at most you’ll get some base level rearranging done so that you're on a more comfortable surface and whatever supplies you might need will be easy to find and that’s it.
In general; if you're not in the mood (or are alternatively never in the mood) Michael is more or less easily dissuaded. You kind of have to start the pattern of sex for it to be something he goes looking for from you in the first place. If he can’t let out his sexual frustrations with you though then he has plenty of other fleshy and easily stab-able ways to let that frustration out.
Michael also regularly goes dormant - usually of his own accord - and has periods where he doesn’t kill so it’s pretty safe to assume that the same goes for his sex drive. When he’s in the mood to fuck is harder to track, and more spontaneous, than when he’s about to gear up to unleash his bloodthirst on the world though.
On another note let’s say you’re the one in the mood but Michael’s pretty firmly not. Likely it’s because he’s obsessing over a target for whatever reason. During times like these though, when his stalking and slashing are in high demand, you’ll barely even catch sight of him until he’s satisfied regardless.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!
I won’t say this was my best work, but I can only fuck around with a post for so long and I think a year was more than long enough for this to be ruminating in my drafts.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.
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shapeshousewife · 7 months
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I finish him!!! RZ Mikey, I’m so proud of myself! This Mikey is VERY important.(((o(*゚▽゚*)o)))♡
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noisy-v · 1 year
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Michael felt too warm in your house while chasing you..so he had to deal with it right? When he realizes that he can use this at his own advantage..well. Let’s just say his plans for you changed a bit. 
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sketchbook-of-shadows · 7 months
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🎃ITS HIS MONTH!!! HAPPY START OF SPOOKY MONTH!!🎃
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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.
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captainslayahoe · 9 months
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The best of Michael Myers
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starofdelphi · 2 years
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the shape
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jaxitaxibolehlaf · 2 years
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It's done! And I'm done too...
I like to call this "Hell's coming with Michael Myers"
I did to celebrate the soon coming Halloween, though there's still some time, and to mark the end of summer.
Hope you guys will enjoy this!
And please, if you happen to be watching on a phone, please, rotate it, it looks better.
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hotgluevusepod · 1 year
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happy birthday Michael
love you king <3
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clown-gore · 7 months
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Thinking about writing a little something for Micheal ☺️☺️☺️
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apocalypse-shuffle · 6 months
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MICHAEL MYERS | THE SHAPE (Carpenter/Akkad Continuity)
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Dating (or just coexisting with) Myers (Michael Myers x Fem!Reader)
Headcanons
NSFW-ish, 18+, minors dni, black!fem!reader, brief mentions of sex, canon typical violence
mainly going off the continuity of the first two films because I don’t want to talk about magic.
Pic Source: John Carpenter’s Halloween (1978) & Halloween H20
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The man is using up all your resources. Does he let you feed him, not yourself, but he does eat your food (and then demand seconds so you have to make a big pot).
What’s yours is his (but what’s his is not yours) whether you like it or not.
Michael doesn’t speak, nor does he communicate through any surefire nonverbal means, so being with him is like constantly playing the most deadliest game of charades.
You’d been prepared for non verbal, what you hadn’t been prepared for was a heavy dose of malicious stonewalling. Michael almost wants you to fuck up and give him a reason, wants to see how far he can push you before you inevitably screw up and piss him off.
Every once in a while (after he’s significantly warmed up to you) you’ll get a grunt that you have to listen really hard for as he tries to get your attention. Any other time he’ll just be there, won’t announce his presence or anything, all of a sudden someone’s just breathing down your neck or something’s shifting in your peripheral vision and making your instincts go haywire.
Half the time Michael won’t even ask you to do something he’ll just carry you off to what he wants and set you down in front of it.
Michael communicates with his eyes the most though, it’s imperative that you learn how to interpret the different purposeful shifts of his eyes, the furrowing of his eyebrows behind the mask, and the stilted movements of his body.
Now, since you’re black you’ve gotta be extra careful. You being the person the real estate people were able to con into moving into the Myers house was definitely not why all eyes were on you.
Sure some people shake their heads at you for disturbing a house with that history, though none of them bother to actually tell you about it, but most people were just wary of you “on principle”.
You were black, this was a prominent residential street filled predominantly with white families who: “don’t want any trouble”. If you’re with Michael you’ve got to be careful because people are watching you hard already and will jump at anything just to justify their unreasonable wariness about you and get your ass out of town.
Soon as Michael starts killing again certain people immediately start pointing fingers at you. They claim it’s the house (maybe you were possessed or something) but you’re all more than aware that even if you’d moved into a different house with a less violent history you’d still somehow be suspect number one.
They were unfamiliar with you, and didn’t like the look of you, and you didn’t smile enough, and gave off a bad vibe (ie: was minding your business), and “These killings didn’t start back up until after she got here.” Nevermind the fact that you’d been living in Haddonfield for months before Michael showed back up.
There is no ignoring the extra problems Michael brings at your door. If anyone spots him coming into the house, and you don’t end up dead by his hand, you’re both going down by the cops.
The second he shows up and won’t leave, you accept the inevitable, you’ll be labeled an accomplice no matter how the actual situation plays out.
Personally I’m writing you taking the path of least resistance. You’ve accepted your faith, now it’s time to have fun.
I firmly believe that the only way you can stay alive with Michael is if you’re actively keeping him interested. The second he gets bored of you it’s over so you need to become a new obsession of his.
Keeping him interested can happen in a lot of different ways but sexually satisfying him is a pretty good bet. (This will only work if he’s feeling lenient enough to allow a relationship to form between you two though.)
Initially reacting a little abnormally to his appearance will allow a level of intrigue to form in Michael that will ultimately end up giving you a shot at continued life.
You’re not scared, or at least reacting how people usually do when they’re scared? Why? Everyone’s scared of him. *Interest piques*.
When in the mood he’ll want to figure you out, to test your limits after your first meeting, so use that to your advantage.
Sex with Michael is very one sided until/unless you push for otherwise, but will always be intense (it’s not always rough, but no matter what you’ll be trembling at the end). At the beginning Michael will also be incredibly clumsy, he doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing so if you’re gonna initiate then you better use your voice and instruct his ass on what to do if you want to have a good time.
Mild Detour: You wear waistbeads? Cool, I do too. Michael doesn’t give a shit. They’re pretty and instantly catch his attention once he’s actually able to see them, but that just marks the beginning of the end for you.
If you have waistbeads let me tell you something, he’s using those bitches like they’re a pair of handlebars. You’ll either need to have a backlog of beads, a girl on call, or the strongest waistbeads known to man, okay? He will be manhandling your ass wherever he needs you to be. It’s snap central with Michael; you’re being snatched one second and in the next the sound of little glass or wooden beads hitting the floor is reaching your ears.
Just in general if Michael wants anything sexual he’ll quicker physically maneuver you where he wants you to be until you get the hint than utilize any true acceptable form of communication. He could communicate properly mind you, he just finds it more fulfilling not to.
Non sexual ways to keep him interested enough in not killing you for encroaching on his space are if you meet his necessities and he’s in a mindset to care. There are times where in some movies Michael just has no problem living in a sewer when he could otherwise just kill someone and utilize their house and resources or secretly live in someone's house. He has options is what I’m saying and he seemingly doesn’t take advantage of them by choice so it’s hit or miss depending on iteration and mood whether Michael will deem basic care a priority enough to keep you alive as long as you provide him with it.
A delicate balance must be found between the two of you if you value your life. You’ve got to be assertive enough with him for him to be interested enough in you not to immediately kill you, but you cannot insult him or order him around. Ordering him around just reminds him of Loomis and you don’t want to remind him of when he was in the psychiatric facility.
The mask is off limits. Touch it without permission or attempt to take it off of him and it’s an immediate death sentence.
On the plus side though as a single black female he’s a great burglary deterrent and - once he likes you enough to regularly stalk you during his off time (ie: not October; that whole month is just one big trigger for him alongside any sight or mention of Loomis, Laurie, or Jamie) - Michael is also excellent assault and harassment deterrent as well!
The first night he sees you being harassed or assaulted, Michael splits the person’s skull open in front of you and you almost pass out from the strain of keeping in the highest, most terrified scream of your life. It’s horrifying and you're splattered with blood by the end. Michael is completely unphased in comparison, letting the body thump to the ground before casually walking off.
The obsession does pose an issue with your dating exploits however. A lapse in judgment you only allowed once after Michael’s bitch ass left the severed hand of the person you’d gone out on a date with in your bed (and that person subsequently turned up ‘missing’ afterwards of course).
You didn’t leave him out anything but some fucking oats for the rest of the month in revenge, but the fucker hadn’t even blinked at the bland splatter of food you’d laid out for him. Next time you’d go for something spicy (if you were feeling bold that is).
“You Time” is also impossible with Michael breathing down your neck for the majority of each month. Especially if you don’t want to engage sexually or “romantically” with him this is going to get wholly on your nerves. You want to read, play a game, masturbate, take a peaceful nap, or even take a bath without knowing he's waiting right outside of the door? Ha. Too bad, because you’ve got a six foot something obsessive asshole of a man insistent on breathing in the air that you breath out, and vise fucking versa at this point.
Michael and you are locked in for life if you’re still alive after that first encounter, and whether that means until one of you gets taken down or until Mikey Boy gets pissed enough at you to murder you himself is anybody’s guess.
NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!
This one was fun, I enjoyed writing this🧡.
btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it! this is a sideblog tho so I won’t respond.
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laughableillusions · 2 years
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Dbd Michael looks shrink wrapped
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sykeswrites · 1 year
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A Michael Myers (DBDverse) fic inspired by Sweet Dreams by Beyoncé
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sketchbook-of-shadows · 8 months
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Been a little intimidated to draw Michael because of the mask but I’m happy with how this is going💜💜 I CANT WAIT FOR HALLOWEEN RAAH 👹👹👹
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im kinda nervous for placement and college starts in a week on the week of the 11th and lads I just realised in the next week-2weeks I’ll have ‘student nurse/midwife’ in my bios pray for me😭😩
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slasherbish · 1 year
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Quiet Nights Part 2
@wolf-the-clown here's part 2!
The temperature was dropping. It had to be close to freezing outside as (Y/n) pulled their jacket around them tighter. They huffed as they climbed down the incline to where the sewer entrance was. (Y/n) hoped that the warm food and blankets in the bag would be enough to help their new friend. On the way down they slipped, landing on their ass with a thud. “Fuck!” They yelled every time they tried to stand up they ended up slipping on the slick and icy mud. It was around the fourth fall that (y/n) noticed a certain masked killer standing at the bottom of the hill. Michael was amused by your failed attempts to stand on the wet icy mud. You were about six feet lower than you had been after the original fall. 
“Are you going to help me or just stand there? I can feel you getting enjoyment out of this.” (Y/n) told him with a grunt of defeat letting your head fall back onto the cold ground. Thudding footsteps could be heard and then (y/n) felt themselves being lifted into the air and thrown over the mans shoulder. He wanted to watch them fail for a bit longer but he also wanted the food that he could smell in the bag. “Oi! I don’t like being manhandled!” You yelled flailing slightly. Without a second thought he tossed you onto the ground just outside of the sewer. You could almost feel him thinking “Would you rather I leave you on the hill?” 
“Fine fine I guess it was okay since you were helping.” You responded to the look he gave. With that the two of you went into the Shapes hiding place. You cleaned and rewrapped the wounds avoiding his masked face of course. He grabbed the bag taking out the thermos that was in it. “It’s some chicken noodle soup. Basic I know but I figured it’d be nice since it's so freaking cold out.” With that you pulled out a few large water bottles and a tupperware container of (fav cookie) cookies. “Water is important so I brought you plenty for a few days.” You looked at him with a small smile before standing and turning around. You knew he wouldn’t even think about eating as long as you were facing him. Without fail you heard him start to eat. “I can’t come by every morning and night so I packed some extra food. You’re a big guy and need the calories especially since you’re healing.” (y/n) stated, they then let the silence fill the air. It was a comfortable silence now that you weren’t as worried about him killing you. 
The shape slipped his mask back down and stood up to tap the human on the shoulder. He still had no clue why this stranger would show kindness. They turned around to face him, their smile faded as they realized that it had gotten dark out. They muttered a “shit” under their breath. “I’m sorry I have to go. Uh, keep the bag, it's got more blankets. I’m gonna be late.” They said before sprinting out of the place leaving him alone to his thoughts. 
He sat down on the blanket that (Y/n) had set down for him. Michael couldn’t wrap his mind around the human. They showed no fear despite knowing what he’s done. His time in the psychiatric hospital had made him lose all trust in people, this person had to have an alternative reason to help him. No one did anything out of the kindness of their heart, he knew that. His entire life was death and hospitals. Sure he was the one doing the killing but that didn’t negate that it was a part of his life. The killer grunted lowly at the thought that perhaps this person was another obsessed human like his so-called doctor was. If so he would have to kill them. He didn’t want to deal with that, it was annoying and often ended with someone trying to steal his mask. 
His remaining fingers ran gently over the scarred mask. The burns were a part of it now and helped to tell the story. To him each and every nick, burn, and scratch on the mask told part of his life's story and he would never accept a replacement. 
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wayfarerxiii · 2 years
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Michael Myers
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