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200802 ‘INCEPTION’ FANCAM — SEONGHWA

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Ohohoo thank you so muuuuch! <3

Hi dear! Can I asked some obsessed NSFW headcanon with the Trickster from Dead by Daylight with a (male, if it is possible) pothographer? :D

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Sexual Picture Taking, Implied Voyeurism, Blood Play, Knife Play, Sound Kink, Dirty Talk

He really enjoys the fact that you’re a photographer, mostly because he wants you to take pictures of him. He’s craves being in the spotlight and if it’s you paying the most attention to him? Even better. Ji-Woon goes into whatever pose you want him to, as long as he’s naked. He really is perfectly photogenic.

He loves to fuck where people can find you, making sure that you’re too loud to be hidden. Ji-Woon’s goal is to get you to fall apart as quickly as possible, becoming a sobbing mess under him. It gets him going in more ways than one, itching to drag his knife across your skin. He resists the urge most of the time, wanting to make the times he carves into you special.

The only time he uses his knife is when he has time to truly enjoy himself. This won’t happen during a regular trial, only when the two of you have time for yourselves. Ji-Woon loves to carve his name into your skin, making sure that it scares. He’ll jerk you off as he does it, whispering dirty words in your ear. How good you look, how he can’t wait to fuck you, how hot and tight you’ll be.

He loves it when you’re loud and rewards your sounds with his own. Your voice is the one thing that drives him wild, chasing you through the trail and hearing you panting. If he gets a hit on you it’s even better, following you as you whimper and cry out. He’ll fuck you while you’re wounded, not caring in the least as long as you make sounds for him.

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If you still need something to write how about pre entity caleb getting to know his s/o and him getting jealous somehow? Sfw or NSFW is your choice Also I hope I did this right I'm new here (:

Hi there! Firstly, I want to apologize for this taking so long to write, I’ve had kind of a creative block lately. Secondly, thank you so much for the suggestion and I hope you will be pleased with the outcome! <3

“Call the Doctor!” - Caleb Quinn/The Deathslinger x Genderneutral Reader

Warnings: Fluff, slight gore

The first time you'd come face to face with the infamous leader of the Hellshire gang had not been what one might have expected. Rumors and gossip of the gang and its cruel members had reached your ears as well as the next persons, but you'd never really been one to fear gangs. You had treated many men and women during your time as a field doctor, some outlaws even. And even though alot of people could be very on edge while undergoing operation, you'd never feared for your safety. You had your pistol in your belt, but you've rarely had to use it. So, when you were called to the camp of the Hellshire gang, you weren't too nervous. Infamous or not, you were sure you could handle them. Your patient had turned out to be none other than the leader of the gang, Caleb Quinn. He'd gotten his leg mauled in a fight, and it had been looking pretty darn bad. But with the help of Quinn himself, who turned out to be quite the engineer and inventor, you had put together a leg piece of iron that you'd fastened to his hurt leg. The procedure had been long and painful, and Quinn had sworn he'd tear your arms of plenty of times but you hadn't let it get to you or keep you from performing your best work. You weren't one to be easily scared by outlaws, not even when his friends were watching you dig in his leg and cause him immense pain. You had stayed with the men for a few days, making sure everything worked properly with Quinn's new leg cast, and during that time you could almost have sworn Quinn had gotten easier on you. At first you had thought it had been all the whiskey he'd been drinking to null his pain, but just before you were about to leave them, he'd asked where you lived. You'd responded that you traveled around, but after a bit persuasion and a quite darling looking smile from Quinn, you'd revealed where you were heading next to rest and re stock your supply of medicine.

That led to now. The early morning sun was shining through the curtains, blinding you where you lay in the comfortable bed of the hotel. Next to you, still asleep and snoring, lay none other than Caleb Quinn. You looked over at the man, smiling at his long hair being all in his face and still a bit rough looking after last night's endeavor. The two of you had met up for a drink at the saloon. One drink had turned into ten and next thing you knew you'd found yourself in this bed, straddling Caleb's lap while undressing between greedy kisses. His leg had still hurt a bit, so you'd had to take the lead once things had gotten really hot. You had not minded this one bit, but you'd sensed Caleb not being too happy over being the more submissive part during your love making. You giggled at the memory, planting a small kiss on the sleeping man's nose before getting out from bed. As you got dressed, you heard the bed sheets rustle and turned around to see Caleb wide awake and smiling.

"Mornin' there, sunshine", you chuckled, and Caleb gave you a teasing grin before sitting up in bed.

"Such an early bird, gotta get used to that", he said, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed and starting to get up.

You buttoned up your shirt and started gathering your things, and then you finally processed what he had just said.

"Wait..." you turned around again, looking at him getting dressed. "What you mean by that?"

He looked up at you, giving you a small chuckle.

"Don't mind me, still drunk from last night it seems..."

But you wouldn't have any of that.

"No, no, I definitely heard you say something quite interesting", you grinned, moving closer to him with playfully crossed arms. "Mind tellin' me again?"

Caleb chuckled again, shaking his head.

"I was just thinkin'..."

"What?" you urged on, poking him in his stomach so that he let out a yelp and grabbed your hands tightly.

"No need to get rough!" he chuckled, then he pulled you in for a tight hug, meeting your curious eyes. "I was just thinkin', since we're both headin' up North and all... Might need a doctor close by, the boys do tend to get themselves into all kinds of hurts lately."

You met the dark eyes of the leader of the infamous bounty hunter gang, and had to blink a couple of times before being able to speak.

"You... want me to join you?"

You gave him a confused, yet very amused look, and he teasingly squeezed your ass in response.

"I haven't forgotten your excellent work with my poor leg, and how calm you remained during the procedure despite my death treats", he said, his gaze suddenly turning a bit serious. "You're the first person ever not to look at me like I'm a beast, and as strange as it feels to admit it I kind of want someone like that on my team."

"'On your team'", you mimicked, swatting him playfully on the chest.

Before you got to respond to his not so small request, a loud scream was heard from downstairs. You froze, as you recognized the scream as belonging to John, the keeper of the saloon you currently stayed in. In one swift motion you'd released yourself from Caleb's embrace, grabbed your medicine bag and hurried downstairs. As you got down, you were met by John laying on his back behind the bar, grasping for something to help him pull himself up. His right arm was a bloody mess, and you saw a shattered bottle of liquor on the floor next to him.

"Christ, John!" you exclaimed, quickly making your way up to him and kneeling beside him.

"How'd you get into this mess?"

"Fuckin' hell if I know!" John spat, swearing as you got out a pair of pliers and started removing the pieces of glass stuck in his arm. "Must've slipped on somethin', darn bottle fell out from my hand!"

"I got you, just lay still, will ya!" you said while reaching for a bottle of whiskey you kept in your bag for disinfection purposes. "This might sting."

The next second John let out a grunt of pain as you washed his wounds with the alcohol, but he kept still as you worked. You heard footsteps coming downstairs, and figured Caleb had joined you.

"I'll go ahead and put some bandages on the wounds, John, but ya gotta keep that arm steady, alright?" you instructed, and John let out a muttering swear but nodded.

As you started bandaging the arm, John grabbed your knee with his free arm to keep steady. You didn't mind, John and you knew each other well and you had gotten him patched up before. As you finished tying up the bandage around his arm, he let out a stuttering sigh and sat up straight.

"God bless ya, Y/N", he sighed, putting his healthy arm around you and giving you a tight hug. "I'd be a dead man by now if ya wouldn't be here for me!"

You laughed and hugged him back, then helping him get back up on his feet. As you turned around, you saw Caleb studying you with a peculiar look on his face.

"Too much blood for you?" you teased, wiping your bloody hands on your pants and putting back your tools in your bag.

Caleb didn't answer, raising his eyebrows and then turning away. You sensed something was wrong, and as he walked out from the saloon you decided to follow him.

"What's the matter with you all of a sudden?" you asked, walking behind him as he got up to his horse who he had tied outside of the saloon.

You grabbed his arm, forcing him to turn around and face you.

"Well? Cat got your tongue?"

Caleb let out a scoff and avoided your gaze.

"Gotta get going, I'm sure you've got your hands full over there", he said and nodded towards the saloon.

You burrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

"Well I'll be go-to-hell, what's that supposed to mean?" you exclaimed, only receiving a scoff from Caleb.

He still avoided your gaze stubbornly, and the reality of his mood suddenly dawned on you in a wave of relief and pure amusement.

"Hold on a second here", you said, trying to hide the smile wanting to creep up on your lips. "Caleb Quinn, are you jealous about me treating a patient?"

Caleb tried to look unbothered, but you saw you had hit the right spot. The small, embarrassed smile he tried to hide all the while still avoiding your gaze was a dead giveaway. You started laughing, embracing him in a hug and kissing his lips. You felt him laugh back into the kiss, and when you pulled back from the kiss you saw him smiling that oh so handsome, crooked smile of his.

"You've gotta get used to me treating folks that are hurtin' if I'm to come with you on the road, you know that, right?" you giggled, receiving a quiet smirk and another kiss from Caleb.

"Still drunk", he chuckled, receiving a scoff from you this turn.

"And you gotta work on your lying", you said, squeezing him tightly in a warm hug that he happily mirrored. 

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can you do nsfw scenarios of Bubba, Deathslinger, and Frank from dbd eating out their hooked survivor crush?

Warnings: Non Con, Forced Eating Out, Forced Orgasms, Manipulation (Emotional and Physical), Implied Canon Typical Violence

Leatherface:

           Bubba isn’t a man to pass up a free meal, especially when there’s no way for you to resist. And he really does make you want to feel good, burying his face between your thighs. He likes you and this is what you do when you like someone, right? Make them feel good?

           He ignores the way you scream and try to push away from him, the hook digging deeper into your shoulder. Your gasping sobs are ignored in favor of focusing between your legs and making you wet. Bubba lifts you easily, settling your legs around his face so he has to lean less.

           Your kicks are not protests, you’re trying to pull him closer. Those are tears of joy, not terror. When your body finally, finally starts to react the way he wants he groans and redoubles his efforts.

           One hand is thrown over your mouth, jerking and trying to break out of the bruising grip on your hips. Your head is thrown back, staring at the sky and cursing as you cum hard against his mouth. He’s uncoordinated but his mouth is hot and it’s been so long. Your sobs are covered up by Bubba’s moans, hands pulling you even closer. You won’t be getting down any time soon.

 Deathslinger:

           You don’t know what to do, eyes wide and body limp on the hook. You know that he has a thing for you; killers tend to have their favorites and Deathslinger likes you the most. You’re his obsession if you’re in a match and everyone knows to stay clear if they want to make it out.

           It’s always been run or be killed with him. He doesn’t talk, doesn’t try to flirt, just chases and never gives up. He’s never done this before, yanking your pants off and falling to his knees. You know that he’s tall but it doesn’t register until his face is between your legs and he doesn’t have to stand. Your yell if half surprise and half horror, trying to squirm out of this scenario.

           You can’t see anything past the cowboy hat, only glimpses of dark eyes when he bothers to look up at you. He laughs when you jerk, sliding a finger into you when you refuse to make a sound. You try to keep your sounds under wraps but it doesn’t help when he’s trying to make you as loud as possible.

           You cum cussing him out and jerking into his face. He holds you close, teeth digging into your inner thighs as you come down from your high. His laughter has you looking down and shuddering; now it was his turn.

 The Legion:

          He’s determined, you’d give him that. Legion (you think this one is Frank) makes it a point to make your life here a living hell. You’re always unhappy to admit that he does a pretty good job; you’re never far from his blade and he takes glee in watching you stumble around corners.

          You can’t see the look behind his mask but you figure it’s smug because he always is once he hooks you. You wait for him to run away to start trying to yank yourself off but he doesn’t move, staring at you.

          “What?”

          “I deserve something more today.” You don’t get a chance to respond (something along the lines of ‘go fuck yourself’) before he’s yanking off your pants and whistling loudly. You snarl, trying to kick him but he only laughs and then goes for your underwear. He’s shorter than other killers but fast, slotting himself between your legs before you can close them.

          All your protests turn into choked cries as Frank starts to eat you out, tongue more surprising than a knife at this point. You struggle and try to break free but it’s no use, his hands are iron on your legs. You look down as he looks up, the lower part of his face exposed. You watch him grin and lick his lips, showing teeth before diving back between your legs. You shake and groan, trying to distract yourself; this isn’t going to end well.

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Survivors; Feng, Dwight and Claudette sometimes

Killers; Legion, Ghostface

System; PC/Steam

If you play Dead By Daylight, reblog this post with your main survivor and killer, and what system you play on.

Just want to meet some fellow players.

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Heey, can I ask a jealous Julie and Frank Morrison x chubby fem! survivor? Like Julie and Frank was a thing once, but Frank just really doesn't care about her now cuz he find his new "partner" to play with. :D And Julie is hate that girl so badly, and she think she gonna be soon in the same situation like her, and Frank just play with her, but maybe Frank really feel something about the surv?

DBD Frank Morrison w/ Chubby!S/O

When you came around, the last thing you expected was the guy who was supposed to be killing you doing the exact opposite

Frank noticed you, tilted his head in curiosity (he’s been around Michael too much), and approached you slowly

He literally just grunted and nodded before sprinting off, leaving you to finish your generator and to kill the other survivors

That’s how it all started

But now, as you were around Frank, he actually talked and showed his face and showed the rest of his group

The three kids, not much younger than himself or you even, but as bloodlusted as himself

Susie and Joey has no issue with you, they actually thought it was nice to have someone new around

It’s not like they can meet many people and not be judged because of what they do, so the change of pace was relieving

However, Julie seemed to have a problem with you

You didn’t know why, she was just cold to you, and every interaction was bitter

It wasn’t until one evening, Frank away on a Trail, did she really show her true colors

She started making comments on how the only reason Frank was with you was because you were new

That he’d get tired of you soon enough, and would actually kill you

That he did the same with her, but since he actually loved her she got to stay

Jealousy talk

Susie and Joey decided to stay out of the fight because it wasn’t their business, also Julie could be Julie and was jealous and everyone saw it

Even the other killers

Heaven forbid Frank target a female survivor first, everyone would hear it whenever he was away from Julie

It wasn’t until Julie started mentioning your weight, saying how Frank actually hated it, that Susie tried to get involved

She wasn’t all that much help, if anything only fueling Julie’s anger, but it was enough of a stall for Frank to return

It was enough of a distraction to keep Julie from silencing and backtracking, to hide her hatred from Frank, for him to see the truth behind it all

Bloodied from the trial and on a high from killing, such an assertive voice left him as he demanded Julie to leave

And when she had, he followed…

What happened next was an unknown, Susie trying to comfort you, and Joey trying his best to offer reassuring words

But that was soon silenced when Frank came back

He demanded for them to leave as well

He didn’t follow them as they left, but rather sat next to you

He still hasn’t bothered to clean up, but he carried a much darker aura around him than from when he first arrived

Frank said nothing though, just breathed heavily, and remained like that for several minutes

Eventually he stood, knife clenching in his hand as he decided to finally break the silence

“Everything she said, don’t believe it… it’s all a lie…”

And with that he left you too, going the direction from which he first came likely trying to urge himself in another Trail so soon

You were left to sit alone with those words swirling in your head

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Sunday Morning (Bubba x Reader NSFW)

Imagine: Sneaking up on Bubba while he’s working~

Warnings: Straight up smut ya’ll, literally plotless. Also, Handjobs are neat.

Words: 2200+ 

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Screw him, literally. Not SFW. (M. A. M. Ver.)

Michael likes to have his fingers inside your mouth. At first you'd think he only does it to silence you, forcing long, thick fingers down your gullet so you choke on them. And, while that is true, it's not the only reason. He likes how demeaning it is, how depraved you look drooling on his hand, tears and spit running down your neck while his cock sullies every nook and cranny inside your pussy. If you try to call his name while he's balls-deep inside you, Michael will shove his fingers further down, until he can feel you gagging. But his cock gets harder, and you can finally hear the pants he's been suffocating. You can suck on his digits all you want, nursing on them as if they were his cock, moaning around them needily, just don't bite them. A little tease of teeth nibbling playfully on his fingertips will amuse him, though, but that's as far as you can go.

(This HC in particular is dedicated to my fellow thick girls) That little pouch of chub some women have at the bottom of their tummy? Michael is obsessed with it. He's a large, broad, well-built man, so any softness he can squeeze while groping your body belongs to him now. Sure, your tits and ass are nice too, but he favours other types of pudginess. Soft stomachs, plush thighs, chubby cheeks... yeah. He likes how pillowy your body feels when he makes you assume the position. He likes to see your round cheeks darken under his stare while you slobber on his cock. Mhm, Michael has a thing for plus-sized women. The way your torso bounces under the brunt of his thrusts? Enthralling. He'll keep your thighs apart, massive hands deterring you from folding them towards your chest to obscure his view.

The first time Michael went down on you, he had you blindfolded. He wasn't ready to show you his face yet, but he wanted to taste you, so that's the solution he came up with. First, you have to understand that he's doing it to satisfy his own curiosity rather than to bring you pleasure, but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't do both. His method is raw, unsophisticated if you will, but quite effective. His fingers reach a depth no one ever had before, much less you, and your inner walls keep on being rubbed and prodded insistently. One, two, three fingers slithering their way into your channel until it feels taut and puffy, “Michael, please, my clit...”. He looks at you, then at the engorged button, pulling its hood back with his thumb to watch it throb before he welcomes it into his mouth. His tongue strokes it in upward motions, lips sealed around it, sucking steadily and... is he humming? Yes, he is. If he enjoys your moans on his cock while you blow him, why wouldn't you? He wants to know what makes you writhe, what makes you delirious, just so he can keep you there, right on the edge of exhilaration until he's ready to have mercy on you. Michael is one sadistic fucker.

Spankings? Sure, he won't use anything but the palm of his hand, though. Furthermore, when this happens it's on his terms. Meaning, your head will be rammed into the bed with your hips raised high in the hair, your hair held in a makeshift ponytail, cunt abused under the onslaught the head of his cock puts your cervix through. His strikes leave welts— angry, crimson marks that sting each time his hips plunge foward. His movements have an added force, flesh hitting flesh in an staccato rhythm, all just to hear the string of girlish 'Ah, ah, ah!' moans. Slapping your tits? Your pussy? You got it. He'll leave your body sore and spent, and you'll get a somewhat cuddly Michael when it's all over, like he's praising you for taking it so well, maybe he'll even relent to a shower together. He won't slap you, maybe he'll give you some light pats on the cheek as if mocking you with a non-verbal 'That's a good girl', or hold your jaw open so he can shove his tongue inside your mouth. But he won't actually hit you.

You won't get away with teasing him. Pretending you tripped to press your chest to his? Bending over to do whatever and making a show of it? Using a low-cut shirt that shows a glimpse of your bra? Michael is not amused, “Come here, Y/N”. If he's around to witness all of those antics of yours it means he's already okay with going maskless around you, so if he's voicing his disapproval? You're in deep shit, watch your step. He can use you like an oversized fleshlight, and he will if you keep acting like a spoiled brat, don't test him. He'll lift you up like a rag doll so your slit hovers on his shaft, cockhead parting the puffy lips before his length pierces your cunny in one swift motion, the crown of it leaving an indent on your belly when he drives forward. You'll have to beg him to stop, crying from overstimulation, because no matter how many times you cum, no matter how much your walls flutter and tremble, trying to milk his cock in vain, Michael won't yield until he's certain you've learnt your lesson.

His cock could be considered a weapon of mass destruction. The biggest out of all the slashers, long and thick, and ridiculously sensitive. A little veiny, but nothing crazy, and while the sheer weight of it should make it hang between his legs even when hard, it always points up like a homing missile, arching towards his bellybutton. Doesn't bother with trimming his pubes because he only grows a handful of short, golden hairs anyway. If you want to blow him, you only need to ask his nicely, he won't resist at all, he'll let you unzip his coveralls and slip your hands inside. He always goes commando. If you do a good job he'll reward you with a neck massage, and if he's sans mask you'll get to witness how his eyes harden with barely contained need. He gives you free reign to explore him throughly as long as you bahave, content with staring at the way your eyes water when you force him deeper down your throat. If you start teasing him, though... God bless your poor soul. Sure, kitten licks and delicate kisses are cute as long as you crank up the dial after a while, but that's about it. If you delay his gratification he'll be forced to take matters into his own hands, yanking your head back by the hair and fucking your face with wild abandon, taking what you denied him, grunting and huffing, pressing your face flat against his pelvis when the pleasure peaks, “Swallow”.

Michael actually likes being ridden, weirdly enough, it's the only time he'll let you do as you please, no ifs or buts. If I had to guess, I'd say it's because he knows you won't control yourself once you get on top of him. Holding your hips? Done. Letting you lean back on his thighs to gain leverage? Of course. Giving you a faint grin while you impale yourself on his dick? You can bet your ass, he's insufferable like that. Be warned, if he's allowing you to fuck him, he trusts you a good deal, so if you dive down to smother him in kisses, he'll return them willingly, eagerly. If you moan, he'll hug you close, thrusting up at you, “Mine... mine”. His words are hoarse due to the lack of use, and yet hearing his voice is enough to send you over the edge, chanting “Yours, Michael, all yours” until his mouth silences you. That's the way you can tell he cares about you. He considers you his, he wants you around, and even if he'd never admit it out loud... he's yours, too.

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Commission Rules

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Before you buy me a ko-fi, DM me so that we may discuss the terms of the commission.

My commission rules are much the same as my normal rules, however the list of things that I will write as part of a commission has been expanded to include:

DBD Character x Character pairings (May include killer x survivor, killer x killer, or survivor x survivor)

OCs or self-inserts

The Demogorgon

Non-con

Pricing:

500 words = $3 (one coffee)

1,000 words = $6 (two coffees)

1,500 words = $9 (three coffees)

2,000 words = $12 (four coffees)

Commissions will always take priority over normal requests, but please understand that the longer the commission, the more time it will take me to complete. If you would be interested in having me write a character I do not currently have on my list, DM me so that we may discuss it further.

DO NOT COMMISSION ME IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OF AGE.

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It’s time to celebrate! For this event, I’ll be giving away 5 fic slots that will be 2,000 words each and follow my commission rules.

How to Play:

Must be following me.

Like/Reblog this post. Both Likes and Reblogs count for up to a total of 2 entries.

Deadline to enter: Friday, August 28, 2020 11:59pm EST

Winners will be randomly selected and announced on Saturday, August 29.

I will contact the winners via DM, so make sure your messages are open! If I cannot contact you, you forfeit your spot.

Good luck and thank you all for following me!

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Aaaaah thiis!!! I love iiiit!!! 😍

Hi (I'm the one who write this as anonymus just forget to send the full version of what I want to write ugh x-x)Hii can I ask Myers x crazy, stalker girl who is totally into and admire him and his "work" and she is crazy into him, full of newspaper cuts, photos and stuff in her room, and she live in an imagination where she is a wife of Myers, and she is always wear a wedding dress, she can absolutely kill anyone for him, and hate Laurie because she think Michael is deals with her too much? :D

I deleted your other ask since it was the less detailed version of this one :)

Michael Myers w/ a Stalker HCs

It all started when Laurie knocked on your door that night, but you were half asleep not celebrating Halloween that year so you didn’t know at first

But after the news and all that had been revealed, being so close to a killer, being nearly involved with one, it got your blood running

It started with articles from that night, the now infamous Michael Myers terrorizing Haddonfield that one Halloween for reasons unexplainable

Be it because his motives were such a mystery or what, the unknown made you want to know

His attack on the hospital was just more clues to his motive to you because he was obsessed with Laurie yet killed others in his path, no correlation besides Laurie herself

Why he was obsessed with her, you didn’t know, it wasn’t even proven if they were related or not but that seemed to be the rumor

You dug so far deep that you learned he killed his other sister, but she didn’t matter anymore, she was dead after all. The only part that mattered was young Michael’s age and his first kill

You tried contacting Loomis, but that was a no go

The doctor thought you were as mad as Michael himself for taking an interest in him and refused you anything he knew on the man

You tried contacting Laurie, but she also refused you only making you more annoyed to why Michael was obsessed with her

She was no one, just some mouse, unlike yourself who could either challenge Michael or compliment him

Hell, you were tempted to kill the Strode girl yourself so Michael would have more time for you

You were his wife after all, why was he obsessed with her? Why wasn’t he obsessed with you?

You’d give him everything and anything he wanted

Knowing the face under the mask, from the pictures you’ve taken or have found from the asylum, you were one of few that knew!

You’ve kept his secret this long he should appreciate you not ignore you!

But the predator was never prey keep in mind

And little did you know he was well aware of who you were and your own obsession

Because late at night he’d approach your bed and watch you sleep

Looking at all your walls with his curious head tilt

Maybe it was the reason he hasn’t killed you yet

Or maybe

Just maybe

He wanted to see if you could finally catch him

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Aaaaa why am I see this only now asdaddsdada thank you sooo much*-*

Hii may I ask some NSFW maybe gore obsessed Frank Morrison with a singer female survivor? She was very popular, gifted with a beautiful clear voice, but she struggled anxiety, but never told anyone, she always looks serious outside and most of the people think she is narcissistic, but actually very kind and warm-hearted? :3

Am I breaking my writers block? Maybe??? Also as the ask says, there WILL BE NSFW MATERIAL! And I will put in bold like this text I’m warning you in

DBD Gore Loving Frank Morrison w/ Singer S/O

When you first started the trials, the Entity catching you however twisted way it has a habit of doing, your life didn’t just get bad it got terrible!

For whatever reason, the other survivors didn’t warm up to you like they had with each other, making your chances at survival worse than others had it

You usually worked on generators alone, if you got caught on a hook you were as good as dead, and your living hell just seemed to make the Entity throw you in trial after trial

You wanted to try to change that, wanted to try and make at least acquaintances, but whenever you tried it was like they were forcing themselves to talk to you

it just made your situation worse, anxiety getting worse leaving you to wish you actually did die rather than wake up like none of this ever happened

It also made you more stotic, accepting that you were going to have to survive this on your own

So when Frank Morrison tried to snatch you off a generator, he was more than surprised when you sent your elbow into him before running off

That’s what started his fascination

That’s what had you ending up here, in the former ski resort (if I’m remembering right), Frank kicking out the others leaving it to just you and him

There was consent to what was about to be done, but if it was dubious is not is up to your psyche, if you were really that desperate to be with someone or not

“Sing for me little bird…”

Frank adored your voice, and even if it was shyer than he heard when stalking you when you were alone, but that didn’t matter

You sung for him and only him, and that’s all he cared about

“Such a pretty bird…~” he’d growl as he slowly undressed you

This psycho was never without his knife, and like said, this was consented to

As you sang to him, he’d trace his blade against your bare stomach, but not cutting

But the sick pervert would soon start cutting, deep enough to make your bleed but never enough to scar

The cuts would make your voice hitch on whatever note you were on, but you wouldn’t falter for long. He wanted to hear you sing after all

This game would continue until he grew bored, your naked torso mostly bloody before he used that knife to cut your pants off and everything with, leaving you bare to him in the cold

Frank would be fully clothed still, his mask in even, but it was all just apart of the game. You’ve seen his face and you’ve seen him naked, but he didn’t want that tonight

He remained fully clothed as he took you, his hand tight on your throat making your eyes splot with the lack of air he chose to give you

Frank always wanted to bring you to the brink of death when the two of you were like this, but he never actually harmed you long term

Because you were too soft for that he knew that

You were always so gentle and docile around him, even if he was a killer, even if you did fight him during trials

And your heart was warm enough to melt his the slightest that he couldn’t bare actually hurting you

Everything was just play, it would always be a game

It may have been twisted but it was always just that

A game…

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Can I just woah.....I loved this so much uuuuu 😍 It feels so warm and weird at the same time! I'm totally into this.

Like Me (Part Five)(END)

Michael Myers x Reader

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           For a town that loved to forget him, it sure had a habit of never changing. The best way to forget would be to move on, but instead, it was the town that never changed a thing. Even his old home still stood in the same place that it always had. Not that being remembered was something Michael cared about, especially not tonight. He had another goal.

           He saw a couple walking down the street, their very presence a temptation. But he had to restrain himself, he had to just this once. No one calling for the police. No one knowing where he was.

           The only person Michael had killed was a random driver on the highway, and that was only for his car and his clothes. He had hid the body well, and if the man had no one waiting at home for him, no one would know he was missing for hours, maybe even days.

           Michael walked past the couple. The woman smiled, and the man nodded. Michael nodded back, resenting every moment of restraint. Resenting the fact that his face was exposed. Resenting his child for making him like this more and more with every step, every sound that came from all of these living people around him like nails on a chalkboard.

           Figuring out which home was yours wasn’t hard, most of the people of this town had lived in the same houses for years. Yours was the only one that had been previously unoccupied before he was caught. He looked through the windows, seeing children’s toys on the floor.

           Michael jimmied the window open, slipping inside. He walked through the living room carefully, making sure not to step on any toys, especially ones that looked like they would make sound. When he reached the hall he saw a light in one of the rooms, so he walked towards that one first.

           There she was, in her crib. She was sleeping soundly, one of her tiny feet kicking slightly, as if she was dreaming of crawling around.

           Michael walked inside, standing over her. He had heard people in his life say that babies looked like their parents, but he saw no semblance of himself in that soft face. Maybe he had imagined that she had been like him. Michael was never one for imagining things, but it was entirely possible, especially after being locked up for years.

           He didn’t have a knife on him, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t need a knife to kill a baby.

           Kneeling down, Michael put his hands around the child, getting ready to lift her up, when her eyes snapped open.

           His eyes.

           He quickly pulled his hands out of the crib, falling backwards, feeling himself tense up. The baby babbled softly, standing and reaching through the bars of her crib to Michael.

           Michael felt his heart race, something he had only ever felt when exercising. He didn’t know why it was happening now, but it jumped up into his throat when his daughter stared at him.

           She kept babbling, making grabbing motions with her hands.

           Michael brought himself to his knees, slowly bringing his hands back into the crib, hooking his hands up under her armpits. He pulled her out of the crib, slowly bringing her into his lap.

           She just looked up at him, now content that she was being held. Michael stared back at her, his heart pounding. She was like him, he could see it right in front of him. There was no denying it.

           He had never known loneliness until the moment he wasn’t lonely anymore.

           Michael opened his mouth slightly, wanting to say something, but not having the words. He couldn’t kill her. It didn’t matter how he felt earlier that night, it didn’t matter how he felt earlier that minute. He couldn’t be alone, he wouldn’t be alone ever again. No matter what, he would never let that happen. He would never let anything happen to this child.

           The child reached out, grabbing his nose. And it was the strangest thing, he smiled. He felt his lips turn up, his eyes crinkle. It felt strange, like his skin was resisting the expression. He let his face fall back to normalcy after a moment, but the good feeling was still there. Her hand was so small, but he could tell she was going to be strong one day, just like him. She was going to be just like him one day.

           Michael took her wrist between his thumb and forefinger, prying her hand off of his nose.

           Suddenly, a shriek escaped his child, hurting his ears and sobering him up. No matter what, she was still an annoying baby who couldn’t take care of herself.

           He felt his spirits drop even more when he heard you walking down the hall. Instinctively, he reached for his knife, only to remember that he was in such a hurry to get here that he hadn’t even grabbed one from the kitchen.

           And there you were in the doorway.

           “Michael.” You breathed, taking in the sight in front of you. You had pictured this scene a million times, but you knew that nothing good could come of it in real life.

           Michael stared at you with his blank expression, his hands tightening around your daughter.

           You couldn’t move, couldn’t think of anything to say, you could barely even breathe. Did he come here to kill her?

           The two of you stood deadlocked, neither of you blinking, the only sound coming from your baby.

           She turned in Michael’s arms, seeing you and squealing happily, reaching out her hands to you. Without thinking you took a step forward, just wanting to hold your daughter, before you froze again, Michael’s eyes giving you one warning: to not come any closer.

           Your daughter, on the other hand, had a different agenda than Michael. She shrieked again, louder than before, twisting out of Michael’s arms and making her way over to you. You scooped her up in your arms, still starting at Michael for his reaction.

           Michael felt rage bubble up in his chest. Why the hell did she want to go to you? You weren’t like her, you wouldn’t nurse the strength that was inside her.

           “Her diaper is wet.” You said quickly, knowing the subtle changes in his expression, hoping this was the right thing to say. “She wants to be changed.”

           She babbled, tugging on your shirt. You walked over to the changing station, knowing that if Michael wanted the two of you dead there was nothing you could do, especially unarmed. You fell into the routine of changing her, ignoring the icy burn of Michael’s eyes on your back.

           Once she was changed, you smiled, picking her up and kissing her forehead. “Isn’t that so much better, Mikey?”

           When you turned back around, you saw Michael had tilted his head. You smiled. “I named her Michelle.” You explained, walking back over and sitting in front of him. “As much after her dad as I could manage.” You let her out of your arms, and she immediately went back to Michael, tugging at his thumb.

           He picked her up, settling her on his lap.

           “I call her Mikey, Micky-D’s, just about every nickname in the book.” You continued explaining even though you were pretty sure Michael had stopped listening. His eyes were trained on Michelle.

           “She really should go back to sleep.” You finally said. “Or she’ll be fussy tomorrow.”

           He glanced up at you, his entire expression saying, ‘who cares?’

           “D-do you want to stay here?” You managed, gathering up all your courage and pulling Michelle out of his arms. He glared at you harshly as you put her back in her crib, turning off the lights and mumbling her a quick goodnight.

           Michael stood, and you led him to your bedroom. You laid down in bed, and he followed suit, not bothering to take off his clothes. You’d almost forgotten about his funny little mannerisms. You had also forgotten how to read him, because you had no idea what he wanted with you or Michelle. But, he hadn’t killed either of you, and you knew if he was going to do it, he’d just do it.

           “Goodnight, Michael.” You mumbled, closing your eyes, deciding that you’d worry about it tomorrow. If there was one thing Michael would never do, it would be to kill you in your sleep.

           Michael laid next to you, looking up at the ceiling. Maybe keeping you around would be the best thing. Not just because you could take care of the child. He turned onto his side, really looking at you for the first time. You looked tired, older. He traced his eyes over the curves of your body under the blankets.

           You could help him make more children, more people who had his eyes. He’d never be alone ever again if he made sure you were safe.

           Michael wanted to make another child right then and there, but decided to let you rest. Why not restrain himself a little more, if only for one night? He was getting pretty good at it. He’d keep you plenty busy soon enough.

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Gosh I want to draw my persona in this situation with him asdadsdada

Like Me (Part One)

Michael Myers x Reader

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           Michael had spent the last two years locked up. It was the usual rhythm of when he was incarcerated. Rise and move and fall asleep at other people’s whims, live on a schedule that someone who wasn’t him decided. It infuriated Michael, though no one could read that from his face.

           Until the day something happened at wasn’t the schedule. He had a visitor. He was pulled from his room, walked with four guards to where he would wait until his visitor was fully screened of weapons.

           Michael sat, his hands and feet cuffed and chained, even his neck chained like a dog, as he sat in front of a glass window, waiting to see who was visiting him. He was completely restricted in terms of movement.

           On the other side of the glass, the door opened, and you walked in, carrying a small child.

           A vague oh yeah floated through Michael’s mind when he saw you. The person who had lived with him before he was captured, the one he kept for sex, the one who claimed to love him. You used to never stop bothering him, but the moment he was arrested, you never came around again. He hadn’t thought anything of it, in fact for the most part he had forgotten about you.

           You settled in the seat across from him, the baby squirming in your arms. You hushed it, and the constant motion of the baby touched on one of Michael’s nerves. You glanced up at him, your face openly scared. You’d never been scared when you were living with him, so this was new. Michael liked it, finally seeing you afraid.

           You cleared your throat, picking up the phone in front of you. One of the guards picked up Michael’s phone, holding it up to his ear for him.

           “Michael?” You breathed, the fear on your face turning into some other emotion that Michael didn’t care about. He didn’t respond, but you knew that he wouldn’t.  But you desperately had to tell him something, and he didn’t have to speak for you to accomplish that.

           “Michael, this is your daughter.” You said, watching him for any reaction. His eyes lazily moved to the baby in your arms, barely keeping them there for a moment before looking back up at you, completely unimpressed. “It turns out when you were arrested, I was pregnant.”

           Your daughter’s fist found her way into your hair, tugging at it, but you barely responded. You were a single parent, you were used to hair pulling and being climbed all over and just about every other ugly aspect of parenthood. You smiled down reassuringly at her, pinching one of her chubby little cheeks.

           “She’s sixteen months old.” You offered. Michael obviously didn’t care. You sighed, chuckling softly to yourself. Of course he didn’t, but you had to try.

           “I just thought that you had the right to know.” You said, standing and hanging up the phone. God, you’d fought so hard to get to see him, and you let yourself hope that he would care at all that he was a father.

           You turned your daughter to Michael, gently grabbing her little wrist and making her wave at him. “Say bye to daddy, baby boo.”

           Michael looked into your daughter’s face, and his breath stopped when he saw her eyes. It was faint, not yet fully formed, anyone other than him wouldn’t have caught it. But he did. Michael saw it. The baby had the same eyes as him. Not as in shape and color, but in emptiness. This child was like him.

           Michael shot up, the chains almost breaking his arms and windpipe as he thrust his hands out in front of him, for the first time in his entire life feeling desperation. The guards shouted, pulling him back as he fought against the chains.

           You yelped, unable to tear your eyes away from the sight in front of you.

           His windpipe being crushed, having not spoken in years, knowing it was fruitless, arms as outstretched as he could, a single word escaped Michael’s mouth as the guards started pulling out their tasers. “See-!”

           The last thing he saw was his child staring him down as the tasers knocked him out.

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Heuheu! I really liked that :D

Never Realized

Michael Myers x Reader

For the other half of the porn-ish smut ask

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Oh ye =v= 

Hi deary, can you write something SFW or NSFW about Myers and a crazy, stalker girl who is totally into and admire him and his "work"? :p

Ohh, that’s different. Hope you like it!

Michael Myers

He’d notice her before. Of course. It’s Myers you’re talking about. 

But he was curious. Why would someone want to admire him? 

He broke into her house a few times, wanting to get to “know” her better. Then he saw the many pictures, the drawings, the jornal pages, everything you could imagine about him. 

Needless to say, he knew she was definitely crazy. 

He caught her stalking him every time she tried. Michael saw the crazy, fangirl shiny look in her eyes when he approached her. 

But he decided not to kill her yet. So instead he tilted his head and watched her reaction. 

For the following weeks, Michael visited her a few more times. By this time, he was already used to her, even if she was annoying most of it. 

And his stalker was still jumpy and happy everytime she saw him. Imagine a happy puppy and that’s her. 

She knows she has to be careful tho. Michael is unpredictable and can well kill her if annoyed too much. 

Nonetheless, she’s glad she finally has The Shape’s attention. A dream come true! But not much of a fairytale. 

No one else knows about this, she knows how to keep her obsession hidden. People sometimes find her reactions odd, but no questions asked. 

Well, who wouldn’t find a person weird since everytime a serial killer appears on the tv they defend him? 

For now, Michael is still thinking about what to do with her. Don’t expect much. 

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Ah thank you so muuch! <3 qwq

Hii, Can you do sfw/nsfw headcannons with Frank Morrison with a singer female survivor? (It can be a bit personal maybe I like to put my persona in games, shows, movies ect so I write a few thing about her if it is okay) She was a singer in her life (as I said XD) She was very popular, gifted with a beautiful clear voice, but she struggled anxiety, but never told anyone, she always looks serious outside and most of the people think she is narcissistic, but actually very kind and warm-hearted.

Hello! It’s a good idea, don’t worry! Hope you enjoy it!

Frank Morrison/The Legion

At first, he didn’t really recognize her. Just another survivor, right? 

But one day, while he walked through the woods between the survivors and killers camp, he heard a voice. A very beautiful voice. So he decided to follow it. 

He found her singing next to a lake, she looked like an angel. Her voice was hypnotic and attractive. 

He never told her about it, only in the next trial when they’re together. 

He caught her and whispered next to her ear, “Won’t you sing for me, babe?” 

Her reaction was priceless. He’d heard her? She should’ve been more careful. 

Once both of them got to know each other better, she eventually told him about her life before the Entity. 

Frank was not surprised, with that voice? Tsk, of course she was a singer. 

He was more surprised about how kind and warm-hearted she was. C’mon, she was always with that deadpanned expression on her face! Always looking like she’s about to hit someone. 

Frank understands the anxiety, so he won’t push her into something she doesn’t want to or situations that cause her to feel bad. Well, sometimes he will fail at that but it’s Frank. 

He will DEFINITELY talk about her talent to his friends. Susie’s so curious about her now! 

He loves to hear her sing, it’s one of his main hobbies. Really, he doesn’t know how someone is just born with that! Are you sure you’re not a mermaid or an angel?