#Michael Myers Fanfic

[slashersidewhore]

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

[6lostgirl6]

A Night To Dismember

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem!Reader

TW: Detailed Gore, Mentions of Murder, Mentions of Sexual Assault [Not by Michael], Slightly Possessive Michael, Protective Michael, Mature Audience only!

A/N: Requested by my bestie @prettywhenibleed! I really hope you enjoy this and it was an absolute pleasure to write this for you!! Love you, my favorite slasher whore! ❤️ This isn't my best work, I'm afraid, forgive me.

The Smith's Grove Sanitarium operated according to a schedule that was consistently set in motion without interruption. No authorized doctor employed by the sanitarium, however, would have foreseen this. Medical specialists thought they were completely familiar with Michael Myers' behavior. He was docile and kept to himself, despite being the most dangerous and threatening patient in the hospital. 

But if you left him alone, there was a chance he would treat you in a similar fashion. The sole exception would be if touching his masks or otherwise bothered him. Even being among other patients was something he never enjoyed.

You were a new patient, recently exiled from society and your family because of your dreadful infatuation with fire and burning objects of interest. Your arrival left the building in absolute shock. On your first day, you were assigned to the recreation room. When you entered the room, your initial instinct was to walk over to the largest and most dangerous man within the sanatorium while grinning brightly. You only watched him work on a paper mache mask while standing over his hunched figure in the corner of the room, his hospital-approved supplies scattered along the table. 

You thought the colors were stunning, which you happily expressed. 

As a precaution against Michael harming you, guards stood by the recreation room's entrance wielding batons. Michael, on the other hand, did the exact opposite, giving you a cursory glance before grunting and slackly pointing for you to sit next to him. 

It was like you and Michael had your own timetable inside the sanitarium, and this went on for the next few months without fail. As directed by his psychiatrist, Michael was permitted to create his masks in the recreation area in the mornings. You would follow not far behind and take your normal seat beside him at a table chosen at random, apart from the other patients. You would merely watch him create his masks and ramble about whatever was on your mind. Michael never responded to the conversation, but that didn't stop you from talking to him because he had his own style of doing so without words. You have grown accustomed to deciphering his thoughts from his basic grunts and gestures.

"Hey, Mikey." You said with a smile, taking a seat at your usual spot next to Michael's side, placing your tray of food onto the table.

Michael was in the middle of placing wet paper mache on the face mold for his mask, his fingers caked in colors of paint and residue from the paper mache. He paused for a moment, giving you a small grunt as acknowledgement before returning to his activity.

You smiled more, chuckling at his usual ways of communicating as you watched him craft. You've always been interested in his masks and the variety of patterns he would use for each one. Many of his masks had their own unique qualities. However, you knew to only look, not touch.

"I see you're adding bright colors this time; are those happy pills finally working?" You teased him, nudging him softly with your body.

Michael huffed through his nose, which you learned was his way of chuckling as he shook his head at you. In the past, It took a while, but you had a better understanding of Michael's gestures and emotions than the doctors.

Simply because you treated him like a person, not an experiment.

"Maybe next time then." You replied, turning towards your tray before glancing at his project once more. "You're really good at that, Mikey. You're really talented."

Once again, Michael paused his movements, his stained fingers holding the paper mache while his eyes remained downcast. His fingers twitched before he resumed, and you almost thought you said something wrong.

"I didn't mean-"

You were cut off as Michael grabbed another mold from the table, pushing it in your direction. Your eyes widened slightly as you pushed your tray out of the way as Michael's slow movements brought other materials in your direction.

Still in slight awe, you watched him turn towards you, and your eyes connected through his favorite orange mask. You couldn't help the way your heart skipped a beat at the way his eyes stared into your own, seemingly piercing into your own soul.

The doctors were wrong; his eyes weren't soulless, nor were they black, resembling a massive void of nothingness. They were blue, similar to a clear sky or the glimmering waves of the ocean.

He huffed before pointing a finger at the materials and then towards you. He wanted you to mold with him.

"Thank you, Mikey." You said softly, a bright smile on your face.

When your eyes met Michael's, he was unable to comprehend the sensation in his chest. Usually, when his sight fell on their figures, individuals would tremble or turn away. He wasn't concerned by their fear of the facility's most dangerous patient. He actually benefited from the fear he instilled in the hearts of many who came to the sanitarium.

Yet you didn't...and he liked that.

He liked that you weren't scared of him, speaking to him, or even touching him like you've been these past few months. The thought of you being scared of him made him feel...hollow.

When you started working on your own mask using the materials that were laid out on the table, Michael couldn't help but covertly place a palm on his chest to feel how his heart was refusing to settle down. He almost wanted to groan in annoyance, hating the way he liked being around you and having your attention.

He had been content with his solitude for a long time, He preferred being alone and had been for many years. However, the notion of you leaving him made the murderous itch inside him threaten to resurface.

He decided that he would keep you with him, protect you with everything he has, and extinguish anyone who threatened to ruin that. With darkened eyes, he returned to working on his mask.

On that day, you and Michael became closer.

You weren't born yesterday and you certainly weren't born stupid. Trouble was afoot in the institution and it was either happening under the doctors' noses or they simply didn't care enough to investigate. Over the past week, you would hear feminine screams down the hallway in the women's section of the institution during the late hours of the night. Last night, the screams could be heard two doors down from your room.

The screams and cries began when a new guard was appointed to the institution, supposedly replacing a well-known guard who was at the age of retirement. Due to your paranoia, you would sit on the edge of your bed, watching the door in the chance of someone entering your room when they weren't supposed to.

During the days, you would spend all you could with Michael, hoping that your association with him would make you seem off limits to mess with, or you hoped. Yet, Michael couldn't protect you when the sun went down and the men and women would return to their respective cells on opposite sides of the institution.

Tonight, you were following the same routine, sitting on the edge of your bed and watching the door. Your mind was in shambles, trying to come up with a plan in that chance, that horrid chance of the new guard coming for you. You hoped it wasn't what you were thinking, and for once, you prayed.

God never heard your prayers, and he certainly didn't now, especially when the jingling of keys were heading down the hallway, towards your room.

Michael couldn't sleep and when he couldn't sleep, he would simply pass the time by creating more masks or painting designs onto them. He was sitting at his desk, the surface covered in paper mache, markers, paint, and crayons. He was in the middle of adding a touch of red when he heard the distant sound of screaming.

His annoyance was disguised under his mask as he sighed and tightened his grip on the crayon in his hand to the point that it almost broke in half. He puffed again at the commotion and went on, indifferent to the screams. Perhaps a patient was making a scene during the nightly check-ins.

In order to block out the noises, Michael withdrew within the walls of his mind. It was a way that allowed Michael to escape freely from the confinement of his cell. He would always imagine a life outside the institution, with you. He would imagine the way he would protect you and provide for you. The thought used to sicken himn, but now he enjoyed it, the possibility. The sound of keys jingling, seemingly opening his cage, caused him to pause, though. With a loud crash, the cell door swung open, and shouting could now be heard outside of his room.

"Want some, freak?" The guard asked him in an mocking manner while Michael remained at his desk, his back to the guard. Michael immediately understood what the guard was pulling when he heard the feminine screams and intended to ignore it. 

He continued to ignore his surroundings, ignoring the rage building within his chest. The sound of his bed creaking didn't deter him from continuing on with his activity. However, it all changed when the victim screamed one word.

"Michael!"

You.

Your trapped figure on his bed, with your nightgown pushed up so that only your thighs were visible, caught Michael's attention as his head whirled around. Your eyes were filled to the brim with tears, which streamed down your cheeks as you sobbed and struggled. His eyes quickly shifted to the guard hovering over you, and he developed tunnel vision instinctively.

A ferocious roar erupts from Michael's mouth and takes hold of the guard by the neck and collar of his shirt, throwing him off balance. In the midst, you shakily brought yourself to a sitting position, fixing the bottom of your nightgown to cover yourself. Your eyes watched as Michael picked up the guard, pinning him to the wall with eerie silence. The man in his grasp was yelling in pain and fear as Michael kept him pinned, his legs dangling in the air.

"L-Let go! Let go, you fucking punk!" The guard cried out.

Michael did not like that, not at all. Without a second thought, Michael hurled him into his desk, his art supplies falling to the ground in a cluster of clangs while the man groaned in pain. Like a predator stalking his prey, Michael's towering form stalked over to the smaller male, his eyes black as night and void of any life or mercy within. His large hand reached out to grab the same red colored pencil,

Michael's next action seemed to be a blur, he body launching onto the guard and stabbing him with the colored pencil, his resiliant strength making the pencil tear through flesh and muscle.

You watched in a sickening twist of fascination and awe, watching as Michael stabbed the guard over and over, leaving no body part untouched, the man;s screams filling the room. Your heart felt warm, knowing that Michael was willing enough to kill someone for you.

Lastly, Michael stabbed him until his chest, stomach, and face was shrouded in punctures, cuts, and wounds. With one last jab, the colored pencil stabbed into his neck, making the man gurgle on his own blood.

"Michael..." You whispered, your eyes taking in his bloodied form as he slowly turned to you, heaving himself up and moving towards you. It was as if he was a trained dog hoping he made his master proud. However, you were nothing of the sort. When he was close enough, you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself into his strong form. "Thank you..."

Michael gave a small huff, hesitantly touching your head with his bloody palm, staining your strands with the bodily fluid. Without another word, Michael pushed you away and grabbed your hand, pulling you off the bed and heading towards the door.

"Where we are going?" You asked in confusion, following behind the behemoth of a man down the stark white hallway.

In response, Michael tugged on your hand and you decided to go along with whatever he had in his mind. He saved you after all; even when he didn't have to, he did. It made you feel safe and protected in his presence.

"Alright, Alright." You muttered, your figures turning a corner and out of sight.

Red and white.

Those were the colors you would never forget. The way the walls were coated in blood and bodily fluids of various nurses and guards that laid along the floor in mangled messes.

Michael was strong, very strong. You remembered the way he smashed a guard's skull in with his fingers alone. You shuddered at the thought, crossing your arms and staring at the wall in front of you as you waited for Michael to finish off his last victim. A nurse arriving at the right place at the wrong time as Michael ambushed her, his hands around her throat as he strangled her.

Michael walked over to you, his muffled huffing practically hovering over your ear as he showed you shoes and coat. You stared at the items with a blank expression, wondering what he wanted you to do with these.

He huffed before shaking the items in his hands, motioning the items towards you. You sighed before taking the items with a small smile, throwing on the shoes and coat. You felt the warmth of the fabric soothe your cold figure.

"Thank you..." You muttered softly, looking up at him as he stared down at you.

He couldn't help but think you looked...cute.

He offered you his bloodied hand, which you instantly took and followed him to the exit. You both were finally going to be free and it was all thanks to him.

After a few hours of walking, your feet were beginning to ache and the adrenaline from earlier was wearing off.

After your fifth yawn, Michael stopped in his tracks, turning towards you in the middle of the field. He simply stared at you as you bent forward to rest your hands on your knees.

Michael, I need to rest for a moment. Please my-" Your words were cut off when Michael stormed over to you, grabbing you roughly around the hips, hoisting you into his arms. His arm went around your waist, while the other held your back in a bridal style fashion.

Your eyes widened from his sudden roughness, however you couldn't complain as you basked in his warmth, nuzzling your face in the bloodied fabric of his robe.

"Thank you." You said, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to finally relax for the first time tonight. You didn't notice the way Michael was staring at you in his arms, his darkened eyes filled with something unknown, dangerous...maybe even a little bit of caring.

Silently, he turned and resumed walking through the field, making sure to keep you safe as you began to doze in his arms.

Finally, you were his.

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𝜗𝜚. masked! michael myers x fem! reader. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

( warning ;; another straight-forward, word porn fic! im still very new to writing and i promise to switch my works up later on/add more plot when i get new ideas or requests from you guys! enjoy it, lovelies! )

There's no feeling in the world that can compare to being pounded from behind by a six-foot-seven meathead of a man, his hand wrapped firmly in your hair as he rams his cock in and out of your pussy. Luckily for you, that's what's happening right now-- One of Michael's hands pulling your soft locks and another gripping your plump asscheek. You jolt forward with each thrust, face inches away from being shoved in a pillow, but his grip on your hair doesn't allow you to, your neck craned to the point where all you can see is the bedframe in front of you and the occasional glimpse of Michael's mask.

He hammers his dick into you over and over again, a rough calloused hand occasionally slapping your ass and you wince every time. It feels damn near close to a paddle with how much force he puts into every hit, a big red handprint forming on your bruised behind. It's evident Michael isn't exactly considerate about your pleasure when you two fuck. That's just who he is. You kind of predicted that when you willingly decided to get into a close relationship with a psychopathic serial-murderer, but the dick is good and you're a braindead slut when it comes to him, so no objections have come from you yet.

You can quite literally feel his mushroom tip continuously punch your cervix and your eyes water each time. It feels amazing, but it hurts like hell. He's completely aware his cock is absolutely gigantic and he still jams it as far as he can. Bottoming out is a must for him and it's one of the only times he'll actually audibly moan out loud. He doesn't make a peep when he gets injured by a victim, whether it be a gunshot or a stab wound, and no offense, but good pussy won't change the fact that he's a crazy, silent bastard. And trust me, you have very good pussy, so it has to be a Michael thing.

Michael's thrusts seem to quicken out of no where and wails seem to pour out of your mouth quicker than that, you being completely unaware of how well your cunt lips are gripping his cock, your folds holding onto the sides of his shaft with all it's might, as if it would shrivel up and die if a dick wasn't inside it. White cream builds up around your messy hole, streaks of nut juice coloring Michael's pale cock even paler and you can feel it spray on your skin and the linen bedsheets beneath you when he slams his hips against your cute little bum.

Feeling his orgasm approach, he tenses up and his hold on your hair tightens, a squeak escaping your lips when he suddenly plunges deep inside your womb, pumping your belly full of sperm. He pants heavily, unsheathing his dick from inside you and tapping the tip against your ass, wiping off the leftover cum onto your skin and climbing off the bed, leaving you there. The lack of aftercare bothered you at first, but at this point, you can't even gather the energy to overthink it. You already know he'll come back hard and ready to go after a few minutes, so why care?

The end!

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Hi dear,

I was wondering if you could write for creepy neighbor! Michael x fem! reader, where he finds her on social media and downloads her pics to jerk off to then gradually 2 months later he storms into her house at night and fucks her into the mattress, love your blog <3

a/n: i absolutely can write that! thank you so much for the request and i hope you like it <3

pairing: creepy neighbour!michael x fem!reader

warnings: stalking, home intrusion, unprotected sex, rough sex

word count: 1005

You were beautiful, that much Michael knew. Even as you were staggering up the front steps to your door, your coordination severely lacking, he thought you were the most beautiful person he'd seen in a while.

Something about you always made his cock twitch in his pants, a sensation he had long since forgotten, it had been so long.

He'd first noticed you a few months ago, stumbling up the front steps to your new house, with a heavy box in your arms. No one ever came near his house, so he was surprised to find that you had been the one to finally move in next door.

He thought he had finally gone mad, that the long stretches of silence he usually endured had finally corrupted his mind, destroyed his sanity.

But with each month that passed, it became apparent to him that you were in fact real, and you were living right next door.

As he watched you jam your keys into the door, he quickly unbuttoned his coveralls, wrapping his hand around his aching cock.

But unfortunately, your brief presence outside your door wasn't enough to satisfy him, so he found himself reaching for the phone he'd stolen, quickly bringing up the images he'd taken from your social media.

He found that he rather enjoyed the idea of being able to watch somebody by simply tapping a few buttons on a screen. It certainly saved him the energy of having to sneak around outside all the time. Now, he could just watch you from inside the walls of his own home.

He pulled up an image of you in a bikini, the sun warming your skin and your chest glistening. He imagined his hands on you, rough fingers slipping beneath the straps, pulling the material over your head.

He imagined your breasts. He imagined his hands, wandering over your body, dipping inside your panties, driving his cock into you...

He wanted to hear you scream. He wanted to feel your skin beneath his hands, his cock buried deep inside your pussy.

Once he came to the realisation that a simple image wouldn't be enough to satisfy him, he put the phone down, tucking his cock back into his pants and walking towards the door.

You were home alone tonight, he knew that, which meant he was free to pay you a visit, satiate his need for you.

He silently left his house, walking straight up the steps to your house, and he opened the door with ease, noting that you rarely remembered to lock your doors at night.

Luckily for you, Michael had no intention to actually harm you tonight. He only intended to finally live out his fantasy, to feel your skin against his as he fucked you.

You were halfway up the stairs when you suddenly heard something behind you, strong hands roughly gripping your hair, forcing you forwards.

"What the fuck?!" You screamed, struggling in his hold as he continued to shove you forwards, barely even flinching as you thrashed around. "Let me go!"

It only took mere minutes to reach your bedroom, and he released his hold on your hair, forcefully throwing you into your mattress. And that was when you saw his face, the signature white halloween mask that belonged to none other than Michael Myers.

You thought he was dead. Everyone did. Yet here he was, standing over you as you laid there helpless.

"Michael?" You breathed out, staring up at him in shock. "Is that really you?"

He offered you no response, simply standing there motionless, his muffled breathing filling the silence.

"Michael─"

Before you were able to say anything else, he was closing in on you, his hands quickly finding the waistband of your shorts, effortlessly tugging the material from your body.

You probably should've struggled, attempted to fight him off in some way, but you could only lay there as he pushed your shirt up your body, revealing your tits to him.

You weren't sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn't this. You also hadn't expected to be so turned on by it.

You gasped when you felt his hands on your tits, the heat growing between your legs becoming uncomfortable.

"Michael," you whined. "Please, fuck me."

That was all the encouragement he needed to finally take his cock out, wasting no time in pushing into you, a muffled groan falling from his lips when he heard you cry out.

His hands were still roughly gripping your tits as he thrusted into you at a bruising pace, revelling in the sounds that he was pulling from your throat, and the near violent slapping of skin that filled the small bedroom.

You let out something short of a scream as he fucked you into the bed, the pressure building in your stomach becoming almost too much to bear.

"Oh, fuck! Shit!" You hissed, desperately clawing at the bed sheets.

Michael didn't let up, curling his hands around your waist as he continued to thrust into you relentlessly.

He loved the way you were squirming beneath him, trying to get away, to relieve yourself of the pressure.

And it wasn't long until you felt the sting of tears in your eyes, your body aching as he continued to pound into you.

"Michael," you breathed. "Oh God!"

The fire that had been building inside you finally exploded, a shock of pleasure coursing through you as you continued to cry out, your vision becoming blurred.

Michael continued to fuck you through your orgasm, your body becoming limp as he slapped up against you. And it only took one last pathetic moan from you for his hips to stutter, pleasure crashing over his own body now as he spilled into you, a muffled groan pushing past his lips.

Once he was finished, he pulled out of you, leaving you to watch as he tucked himself away, quickly doing up his coveralls before turning and walking out of your door.

Michael would definitely be doing this again.

[Main Masterlist]

[saphirreesuccudus]

Could you do a fic of how Michael would react to the reader finding pictures of him from his childhood? It could be the one with him and boo or like a school photo. Pretty sure he was 10 at the time. Male reader please!

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 - 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

You were busy doing the laundry, while Michael was out for the time being, doing what he did usually. You finally got to his jumpsuit, you bought a few, just so you could clean them while he was out doing his own thing. You got through a few of your clothes, before getting to his jumpsuit. You lifted it up, checking the pockets. You felt a piece of plastic touch your finger, pulling it out. You saw a photo of a little boy, holding a baby wrapped in a pink blanket, and a pink head band wrapped around her head. You checked all the other pockets, finding photos that were similar to the first one.

Once you finished the laundry, you dropped the photos into a bag, hoping to question Michael when he came home.

Once the door swung open, and two boots hit the floor, you grabbed the bag, going up to Michael.

“Michael, are these photos of you?” You asked him

He seemed nervous, but nodded. Pointing to the little boy, and back to him.

He didn’t know how to display his little sister to you, but hopefully he can get to that point later on.

[megangovier]

The Night Walker

a/n: for you @toxicanonymity thank you for all that you do🥺🫶🏻

Wc: 934

Pairing: Dark! Michael x sub! fem reader

Summary: You're walking through the alleyway at night, turning a corner a sharp pain shoots up your neck and knocks you out.

Warning: 18+ only // drugging // handcuffs // Fdom - Fsub // choking // tied up // dub-con // Msub - Mdom // P in V // multiple cream pies // cheating // glove kink // fingering // kidnapped // masked man // pussy eating // spit kink // degradation // slapping // BJ // praising // riding // doggystyle // daddy! Kink //MDNI

All fictitious ♥️

It's currently 11:30pm and you're strolling through the streets, tears rolling down your face and anger boiling up in your system. Work has been so stressful; you couldn't get a five-minute break. The boyfriend now ex didn't help with contacting multiple women behind your back, you were together for 6 months and that's how he treated you, wishing you just disappeared into thin air and just be left alone for a lifetime. You were 3 blocks from your house heading inside an alleyway, turning a corner that's when a sharp pain shot up your neck, feeling drowsy you fell into someone's strong arms. Lifting you up bridal style, heavy footsteps in the distance a sound of a vehicle door opens, and darkness grows over.

1 hour later..

Head full of stinging hornets, pain behind the eye's groans left your lips. Trying to move you couldn't, hands were cuffed to the bars of the bed, feet were tied with silk, eyes widening with fear. Looking around there wasn't much, just a few things here and there nothing worth using to release yourself from the handcuffs. Wriggling around on the bed, trying to shake free from the cuffs nothing worked, heavy footsteps pounded on the creaking floorboards of the staircase pretending to fall asleep he opened up the door and closed it. Walking towards you, a grin appeared on his face. He knew you were pretending to be asleep, so he slowly ran his fingers up your heated thighs.

A soft moan escaped your lips, red faced and eyes opening you looked at your kidnaper, he was wearing a white mask, white shirt and black latex gloves that your eyes fell onto. They looked so good on him, the way the veins showed on his forearms and the tattoo on his wrist it was just so attractive to stare at, and he knew you were getting off on this. Just by how wet your pussy was getting and the way your body reacts to his touches, your body shouldn't be acting this way around a man you don't know or never met. You were becoming a whiny mess under his fingers, pumping faster into your wet cunt noises echoed into the walls, a growl left his throat.

Releasing your hands and feet from restraints, Michael pulled your thighs closer to him, his forming bulge grinding against the pillow he slid between himself and the bed. Pulling his mask up, he spitted onto your already wet cunt making it clench around air "fuck, look at you slut, already wet for me, how disgusting and pathetic of you" a whine left your lips. You've never felt like this before, not even with your now ex-boyfriend, he's never made you feel this good, the way Michael is sucking and nibbling your clit or the way he's curling his gloved fingers inside you reaching that sensitive spot of yours. Toes curling and eyes rolling you were in ecstasy; you were so close.

"Michael. I'm going to - " mouth opened, saliva dripping out the corner of your mouth, eyes closed and legs shaking, your body convulsed into an out of body orgasm. Panting and sweat dripping from your face Michael didn't give you time to recover he slid his hand around your throat and slammed his cock into your mouth "oh god, you're so tight, good fucking girl, take it all till your jaw locks" a gurgle moan left your throat causing Michael to groan "who's my good little cum slut, oh those birthing hips of yours, I need to fill you up with my hot seed" you needed him inside you NOW! your jaw was starting to hurt, and you wanted him to breed the fuck outta you.

Removing his cock out your throat, he lied on the bed and you hovering over him "It's so big, will it fit?" a growl left his throat "I'll make it fit, if I have too" taking his cock in your hand, you tease him a bit with sliding it over your warm pussy "don't tease me! fuck me alrea-" eyes rolling back, grabbing your hips roughly skin slapping and balls deep a groan left your lips. "See you can take it all, I knew you could slut, now put your hands on my chest and fuck me harder, like your life depended on it". Doing what he told you, his fingers digging into your sides "good girl". A hand slid around his throat, fingers slightly squeezing the sides of it "just like that" his hand wrapped around your wrist, his eyes darkened on yours.

"Oh god, please choke me harder" doing as he says Michael's cock was throbbing inside you "going to cum huh, come inside me daddy" aura changed inside him, flipping you over on your hands and knees pounding you from behind "say that again, I dare you!" a smirk fell onto your lips "cum inside me daddy" growls and chest heaving he pushed you down into the mattress, your head in the pillow "oh yes, just like that daddy, fuck me like your personal fleshlight, like I'm your filthy Porn star". Michael was so close; you wanted your stomach to swell with his babies "I'm so close slut, now I want you to cum with me. In 5. "that's it, you're doing so well" 4. "you're so pretty, you can do this 3. "Such a pretty girl, so drunk on my cock" 2. "Atta girl" 1. "Cum for me Now princess" legs shaking, eyes rolling at the back of your head you came all over his cock. "Good girl"

[comically-callous]

Omfg I love your work! I was wondering if you can do slashers (any slashers) headcanon x a fem!reader who Isn’t like regular victims who run away screaming, but is actually willing to stand there and fight them and being all badass 🤭

Slashers... Save me..

Slashers

Save me slashers

Slashers and Fem!Reader who tries to swing on them

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Bubba Sawyer

A/n: YEAH! GET HIS ASS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Requests are open (see pinned post for info)

Michael Myers:

Oh yeah, you could beat his ancient ass in a fight

It's not the first time he's had someone fight back, but it's still suprsing

You can definitely slow him down, but there's no way you're knocking him out

Your best bet is throwing shit at him and then running

Don't think you're getting too far, though. He'll catch you. Even if it takes years.

Jason Voorhees:

He finds you in the middle of the woods and starts stalking toward you, and instead of running, you hurl your flashlight at his head

He's so thrown off guard. Having a random girl fight against the 6'5 beast of a man that he is, is suprsing, to say the least.

He falls back when the flashlight hits his head, and at this point you either run, or continue to fight him

Either way, after the fight you put up against him, he decides he'll probably let you go.

Bubba Sawyer:

Honestly, if you really manage to beat his ass, he'd probably cry

You had been unfortunate enough to wander into his family's house. He's about to grab you from behind when you turn around and just punch him square in the nose.

He'll try to fight back, but if you get in enough punches, he'll either run away or curl up in a ball and wait for you to stop

You can successfully make a run for it. He'd probably be scared to go after you.

[dyns33]

Halloween

Here a little rz Michael Myers x reader for Halloween !

Of course Y/N had heard of Michael Myers.

Not because she was a fan of sordid news stories, but because his had appeared in the middle of all the search results associated with that name when she had typed it online, after receiving the name of her soulmate.

Y/N had read the story. She had seen the photos of a young Michael, ten years old, who had killed his stepfather, his sister and her boyfriend.

But there were other Michael Myers in the world. It wasn't a very common name, but there were several.

So she considered it possible that he wasn't her Michael.

Why would fate have linked her to a killer ? According to his psychiatrist, he was evil. He had killed a nurse at the asylum, for no reason. He was very dangerous, he had no soul, no consideration for others, no love to give.

Y/N hadn’t read Doctor Loomis’ book. She had read enough, and she didn't want to think about this story anymore, moving on with her life and waiting to meet her soulmate.

The name of the asylum should have been familiar to her when her friend Daryl told her about it, but she wasn't really listening to that part. A childhood friend had suffered a violent breakdown, attacking his neighbors, and now he was locked up there.

"His family isn't going to see him from what I've heard. No one is going to see him. I thought… I thought it would be nice to visit him ? If you want to come ?"

She wasn't as close to Ben as she was to Daryl, but Y/N agreed, because it was indeed a charitable act, and if something similar happened to her, she hoped someone would do the same for her, not leaving her alone in such a place

. Everything was going pretty normally. Ben was calm, helped by his treatment and visibly happy to see them. Sitting together in a sort of drab canteen, they were chatting, while other patients were outside, tied to pedestals in the middle of a courtyard.

Y/N didn’t pay attention to them at first. Then a doctor rushed into the room, going towards the windows until he reached the one next to their table. He then turned towards them, then back towards the window, before settling his gaze on Y/N.

"It's you."

"… What ?"

“It’s you he’s looking at.” the doctor murmured as if fascinated.

Not understanding what he was talking about, Y/N looked at him for a long time, then at the window. No one seemed as agitated as the doctor. Everything seemed normal.

There was only this giant man, with long dirty blonde hair and an orange mask, who was turned in her direction. He actually seemed to be looking at her, but Y/N didn’t see why. She wasn't even sure if he could really see her from where he was.

The doctor had started talking again as she looked at the huge patient, but she wasn't listening. She only came back into the room when he placed a hand on her shoulder, which made her jump. Very slightly, almost imperceptibly, this also seemed to irritate the patient on the other side of the window.

"I know he's very impressive, don't look at him. Look at me. What's your name ?"

“Uh… Y/N, but I…”

"Y/N ? Y/N Y/L/N ?"

"Yes, why ?"

The doctor seemed crazy. As crazy as the patients. He looked at her like she was one of them, while Ben and Daryl were completely lost.

Not Y/N. She didn't need to read the doctor's name to understand his reaction, nor to guess how he knew hers. Even if he had never given it in his interviews or in his book, Doctor Loomis must have known the name of his favorite patient's soulmate.

The patient was still in the courtyard, watching them intently, his fists clenched.

But that didn't make sense, because he had no way of knowing who she was. They had never seen each other before, and she hadn't given her name at the door, just following Daryl. It was unlikely that Ben would have talked about her.

"He knows a lot of things. Would you like to talk to him ?" asked the doctor.

Y/N decided in that moment that he was really crazy. He could have reassured her, apologized, given her explanations, but his first instinct was to want to organize a meeting, to study Michael's reactions. Nothing else mattered.

She wanted to refuse. This didn't seem like a good idea. She could still leave and pretend she didn't understand what was happening and run away from here, never to return. But even without looking at him, she felt the eyes hidden behind the orange mask on her.

She had the feeling that his eyes would follow her everywhere from now on.

It was after she had given her consent that Doctor Loomis seemed to consider that he should promise her that she would not risk anything. Michael hadn't had an accident in years, he would be tied up, and several guards would be in the room, he wouldn't hurt her.

Very reassuring.

Michael Myers was already chained to a chair when she entered. The doctor invited her to sit opposite him.

It was hard to watch him. Not because he was huge, and scary, and weird with his mask. No, it was hard to think that her soulmate was right there, and that this would be the only interaction they would ever have, her tetanized on one side of the table, and him tied up on the other.

“Michael, do you know who this person is ?” the doctor began with a soft voice, too soft, as if he were speaking to a child.

"He knows." Y/N answered for him, still feeling his eyes on her.

She didn't turn to Loomis when he looked at her in surprise, wanting to know why she said that, how she could know. It was hard to escape those eyes.

"Good. So Michael, we often talked about Y/N when you were a kid. You couldn't wait to meet her. How do you feel today ?"

The scene was as sad as it was painful. It was obvious that Michael wouldn't speak. He hadn't spoken in years. But the doctor insisted, again and again, asking him lots of questions, making stupid remarks.

Then he wanted Y/N to speak. She didn't know what to say. She had often imagined this moment, but the meeting never happened like this. What could she say to Michael ?

"I'm sorry." was the only thing that came to her mind.

Michael didn't move, but she thought she saw something in his eyes. Loomis was not pleased, putting a hand on her shoulder to shake her and force her to say more.

As soon as his fingers touched her, Michael was on his feet, his chair falling behind him and his chains making a dangerous noise, indicating that they could break at any moment if he pulled on them a little more. The guards pointed their weapons at him, but the doctor ordered them not to move, immediately withdrawing his hand.

"Sorry, Michael. I didn't mean to make you angry. But it's very good. You reacted, it's very good. We'll do it again another day."

Y/N had no intention of doing it again another day. She didn't tell the doctor even though he asked her to leave the room.

As she passed him, Michael grabbed her hand. The guards were tense again, and the doctor became a bit more panicked, asking his patient to remain calm and not do anything stupid.

He could have hurt her badly. Y/N knew it, and that was why she had the intelligence to b afraid. But he didn't squeeze hard, just holding her hand so she would stay a bit longer, breathing hard and movingas close as possible to her despite his chains.

"… I'm sorry." she repeated, freeing herself and leaving quickly.

She hadn't given Loomis her number or address. Ben had understood that she did not want to be contacted by the doctor, promising not to give any information about her. He didn't like the doctor anyway. He had no way of finding her.

There was only one thing Y/N had forgotten. If the doctor couldn't, Michael could. He knew a lot of things, even though it seemed impossible.

He had known right away who she was, and now that his eyes had landed on her, he wouldn't leave her.

As she could not be contacted, no one called to tell her he had escaped. The media had not yet been alerted, so that the population would not panic for nothing.

Maybe Y/N could have had a doubt, noting that it was Halloween. Michael Myers was killing on Halloween night.

However, she wasn't as surprised as she might have been when she found a man in her living room. Huge, with a white mask and a mechanic's outfit. Staying in a dark corner, breathing hard and staring at her.

It was harder to see his eyes with this mask, but she could feel them. It had been over a month since they met, but she hadn't forgotten that feeling. She had often dreamed of him, waking up with a start, because these dreams often turned into nightmares.

Y/N had no idea if that would be the case now.

"… Good evening Michael." she said slowly, staying near the door.

He didn't answer. She didn't expect him to answer, so she didn't ask questions, even though she wanted to know what he wanted, if he was going to hurt her, kill her, or worse.

He didn't have a knife. It didn't mean anything, his huge hands were like weapons.

A sob escaped her without her realizing it, and Michael tilted his head to the side, watching the tear that ran down her cheek.

Then he approached with a slow step, a deceptive step, because Y/N knew very well that she couldn't escape him and that if she tried to flee, he would catch her without difficulty.

Trembling, she watched him stand in front of her, his hand touching her face to wipe away the tear. The gesture was almost gentle, like when he had stopped her in the asylum.

Maybe Loomis wasn't entirely wrong, maybe he wouldn't hurt her. The only person in the world he didn't want to hurt.

“Sorry…” she said again stupidly, continuing to tremble.

In response, he gently patted her head in a reassuring gesture, indicating that he was not angry. He must have known the effect he had on people.

He then put his hand in the pocket of his suit and took out something which he handed to her. A candy. Michael only seemed satisfied when she accepted it and put it in her mouth.

Then he left through the back door, without a word.

It was Halloween night. He had things to do.

Then maybe he would come back for her.

Y/N didn’t know. She didn't know whether to call the asylum or the police. He was a killer, a dangerous madman, the devil, the boogeyman you couldn't escape, but also her soulmate. The one she had waited for her whole life.

So she remained motionless in the living room, crying until she was exhausted, and heard the sound of the door opening again.

[norinm]

Love (Michael Myers x reader )

Michael Myers may be a vicious serial killer but when he gets home he gets very clingy, possessive and loving towards you you may ask why we'll because your the only person who loves him for him and not a monster that everybody sees him as you see him as a person Like everyone else which is why he will always love that about you.

Michael was just coming home from a kill he had knife cuts around his arm from one of this victims who had a weapon and stab/cut him but, it didn't really bother him he was use to it so when he got home he got a good scolding from you

“Michael you have to be careful i worry about you you know you always come home with new cuts or even maybe a bullet wound and it makes me worry that your not being careful” Y/n said and started to tear up

“what if something was to happen I-I wouldn't know cause you don't say anything” Y/n said

Michael then pulls you in a hug to stop you from crying now Michael doesn't really do emotions or affection but when it comes to you he's all for it he's a big softy when it comes to you, after you calm down you went and told him

“ Michael please be careful next time promise me okay.” Y/n said to Michael , Michael grunted which means okay or sure thanks

“ now stay here so I can at least patch you up so you won't get an infection” Y/n said as you then went to the cabinet and got the first aid kit and started patching him up while your doing that Michael take the chance to look at you patching him up thinking how he loves you and how much he loves when your worried about him nobody's ever been this nice to him.

he's always been treated horribly when growing up so how did he get such a nice pretty girlfriend/wife right here in front of him but he's not complaining what surprised you was when Michael suddenly wrapped his big strong arms around your waist and laid his head on you

“ are you okay Michael?” Y/n asks

“ mmh” he said

     

“ is this your way of showing that you love me?” Y/n asked Michael then squeeze your waist as saying yes

you then respond back saying “I love you to but next time be careful okay” Y/n said

“mmh” he said

[toxicanonymity]

Good Morning honey, I was thinking about a request of Michael Myers x fem reader its starts with the reader walking down a dark alleyway at 11pm on Halloween and she gets pinned to the wall by the strength of Michael, thank you for blessing me with your posts❤️

Skin Alley

1.5k | Michael x Fem!Reader | 18+ NSFW

A/N: thanks for the great Michael ask, @megangovier20! 🖤 and thanks @dark-scape for encouraging me to try Michael POV some time. I thought this might be a good one for it idk.

WARNINGS: Dubcon? this is a sluttified-by-michael™️ encounter. Unsafe P in V. Brief dark fluff. Maybe knife play don't remember. (Doing these detailed warnings way later)

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It's Halloween. Michael Myers is lurking outside a bar when the clock tower strikes 11:00 PM. He’s only killed two people all night. He decides to move on. He's in the mood to stalk or chase. He doesn’t have a plan, but he has a general direction. He heads toward his childhood home. Michael cuts through Skin Alley and stops to watch a zombie couple cross the street. He almost follows them, but he hears his name behind him, echoing through the dark alley in the most attractive voice.  

“Michael Myers hasn’t even been seen this year. I promise I’ll text as soon as I'm home, ok?”  The sound of his name in your mouth makes Michael forget about everything else.

He ducks into a crevasse and watches you, transfixed. You're beautiful, with a quiet intensity. Your skeleton dress hugs your body in all the right places. You pull your sleeves down over your hands and look around nervously like you feel his presence. He can practically feel your skin prickle with goosebumps. Blood rushes to his loins at this thought. You rub your arms as if you’re cold and quicken your pace.  

-

When you’re about to pass by him, he takes one large step into the middle of the alley and cuts you off. You scream. It's a short, jump-scare scream, not a scream like you fully realize who’s in front of you. Michael watches your face drain to white as the realization sets in. You take a deep breath, and just as you start to scream bloody murder, he wraps his large hand around your throat and slams you up against the brick wall.  

You thrash pointlessly against his strength and try to yell. You’re stronger than you look, but still far too weak. He doesn’t even need to use both hands. His fingers tighten and you stop trying to scream. 

You’re so beautiful in the moonlight with your eyes wide and your heart racing under his fingers. He exhales and you stare, unblinking, like rodent prey, searching the dark eye holes of his mask for something human. You gag and he loosens his grip. Then, when you try to scream again, he grabs you by the jaw and lifts you up off the ground. He pins you with his other arm across your chest and your breasts swell against him with every heavy, desperate breath you take. He takes out his knife.  

“Please,” you say. “Please don’t kill me."

Maybe he won't.

Your eyes water and you whimper. You look even prettier crying. His massive hand dwarfs your face. The sight of his hand around your throat is getting him really hard. He presses his thigh between your legs so you’re straddling his enormous leg. Gravity forces the heat of your loins into him. You lean your head back into the wall away from his mask. With you pinned there by his body, he hikes up your dress, exposing one of your thighs to the cold air – Your spiderweb fishnets don’t do much. Your other thigh is pinned by the warm, hard length in Michael’s suit. He's only getting harder.    

Michael throbs against you, and the fear in your eyes is gradually overtaken by something else. Your pupils dilate into black holes and your face flushes. He brings his face closer to yours and slightly tilts his head, acknowledging the shift behind your eyes. No, he won’t kill you, he decides. Not yet, anyway.

He’s captivated. He’ll make you his right then and there. He’ll make you unravel. The air grows warm with dark energy as he fills the black holes of your eyes with something you never knew you needed but won't be able to live without, try as you might. Your warmth throbs into his thigh. His breath deepens.

You reach for his zipper. He eases you down to your feet while you unzip his mechanic suit, down past his tight, faded navy tee. He stops your hand at his waist and your brow furrows. You grope his hardness — It’s more than a handful for you. This sends a surge of arousal through his body. His hips force more of him into your palm, flattening the back of your hand against your dress. He wedges his thigh between your legs again and feels you moisten through the fabric. He inhales deeply.

He removes his knee and replaces it with his hand. Two large fingers feel along your damp seam, then he grabs the crotch of your fishnets. His knife slices them open in one swift motion, nicking your inner thigh with the point of his blade. Neither of you react to the blood. He lets the weapon clatter to the ground. 

He pulls his zipper down more and reaches in to free his monster cock. He’s rock hard for you. You gasp when you see it and a look of horror spreads across your face. This turns him on even more. He knows it’ll be too much. His veiny erection throbs angrily into his hand. He lifts you up with both hands and your legs wrap around him.  

He aligns himself at your warm, moist hole, then penetrates you. You’re so fucking tight and wet. You moan, but the tip of his cock is barely inside.  He growls almost imperceptibly, then his large arms adjust your weight and bounce you down on his cock, letting gravity sink you further down. You gasp and your face looks pained. He rests your upper back against the wall, then plunges his full length into you and you scream. You look like you were just stabbed - he knows the facial expression well.   

He covers your mouth with his massive hand. Your heels dig into his ass. His animal instincts take over. Most of his body stays perfectly still while his ass flexes and he fucks you at an escalating place. Soon he’s pummelling you violently with all his length. You groan and whimper and your eyes water into tears, which makes him even hotter for you.  

He moans softly into his mask as he fucks you. He puts his hands on the wall on either side of you and you wrap your arms around his neck. With all your limbs wrapped around him, Michael backs up slightly from the wall. Your weight is no burden for his super-strength, especially with you hanging on so tight. He uses his hands to bring you down when he thrusts into you, then up when he retreats.  

You begin to twitch around his length. You moan and whimper and he only fucks you harder and faster. Your face contorts and your sounds grow louder. Your walls clench down around his cock. He wraps his arms tight around you and holds you down on his hips. You groan loudly and he doesn’t muffle you. He plunges his obscene length into you hard and slow while you come on his cock.  

"Michael," you whimper. 

Satisfied with what he’s seeing and hearing, he allows his own climax, letting your tight, wet cunt milk his cock. He explodes into you, extending your peak. Every two seconds, he releases what would be a full load for any other man. When you’re both finished coming, he sets you down on the ground again and pulls out.

-

You straighten your dress and lean against the wall, watching him zip up his jumpsuit.  

Michael observes you. You're disheveled and spent with a rosy face, weak eyes, and a furrowed brow. He can tell you're already wanting more, even if you haven't realized it yet. He can sense it. He’ll let you live. You'll try desperately to fill the void he leaves, but you belong to him now and no one else will ever be enough. 

He bends down and picks up his knife. As he slowly walks away, he thinks about what’s in store for you. Your life as you knew it is over. You’ll become someone else. You won’t be able to stop thinking about this night. Your transformation is already beginning. That's at least as satisfying to him as killing you would have been. 

He’s going to follow you from a distance and find out where you live. But first, he'll pretend to go his own way. Before he reaches the end of the alley, he hears your footsteps racing to catch up.

“Michael!” 

His gut reaction is annoyed. He stops and turns only slightly, then his irritation turns into fascination. It's all over your face - what he did to you, it's taking effect remarkably fast. What was it about you that allowed you to imprint on him immediately? You position yourself right behind him, and he lets you touch his hulking back. Your hands slide up to his shoulders.  

You want.... a ride? Your audacity. . . and yet, he's so intrigued by this development. His first instinct is to throw you over his shoulder instead, until he decides what to do with you. But he considers the mutual benefit of you riding on his back, like a fish on a whale: allowing him to brazenly walk the streets, just dominating Haddonfield in plain view.

He relents and squats down. You jump up and wrap your legs around his huge trunk. He catches your thighs in his massive hands and adjusts your weight. His warm cum trickles out of you and dampens the back of his jumpsuit as he lumbers down the street with you on his back, looking for someone to kill.  

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michael tag list: @rebel-blue @wolvesandvampires @ethanhoewke hmu to add/remove yourself.

[slasherstories123]

i love your work!!!!!! i was wondering if i could request a Michael Myers x reader where the reader is just completely burned out and tired with everything, if youre to busy you can completely ignore this <3

Tired

Michael Myers x reader

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The rain poured over the windshield of your car as you pulled up into your driveway, you rested your head against the wheel before turning the car off completely. You stayed in the car for a few minutes, grabbing the umbrella to cover yourself from the pouring rain. You opened the front door to be met with nothing but the darkness of your own home, Michael must still be out on his killing spree, and you took your shoes off against the door. Already feeling a headache starting from just remembering what happened earlier at work. Your boss kept giving you more work by the minute even though other people could've done it.

You knew your house like the back of your hand, so there we no need to turn on the nights, if you did, it would blind your eyes since it was already pitch black outside. Setting your keys aside, you took off your jacket and hung it up in a closet. The light turned on, which made you squint your eyes to see who did it. Michael was standing by the light switch with a bloody kitchen knife in his hand. It was yours, even though he had his knife, Michael liked to use your knife since it was better than the one he has. There was nothing but blood on his knife, somehow, it didn't get on his clothes which was a relief since you didn't have to wash them again for the fifth time this week.

"Oh, Hi Michael," You said in a tired voice.

Usually, you'd make Michael food when he comes back but you were too tired to do anything, all you wanted to do was lie down in your bed and sink into your blankets. Hoping that by the time you wake up, it was a new day. "Sorry, I don't feel like making dinner tonight Mike," You rubbed your tired eyes, "But there's leftover spaghetti in the fridge if you want some..." Even though you love to cook for Michael, you just didn't have the energy to. All that work you did drained most of your energy to where you don't want to do anything else besides lay down in your bed. You were just tired of everything. But still pushed through your limits.

You didn't even realize that Michael got close to you, the bloody knife no longer in his hand as he put a hand on your shoulder, his grip was firm but it didn't hurt. You looked up at him, not like you could see his eyes anyway, the dark circles in his mask stared back at you. Who knows what he was thinking at this moment. He tilted his head, wondering why you were not as energetic as you usually were. "Just had a long day Michael, it'll pass..." You took his hand and patted the back of his hand. "If you need me... I'll be upstairs."

All you heard was your slow footsteps approaching the top of the stairs, feeling Michael stare at you from the bottom of the stairs. Turning on your bedroom light, you changed into more comfortable clothes before turning it back off and slipping into the covers. You felt more tired once your back hit the bed. Your eyes began to droop, they were wide open when you felt Michael staring at you. You turned around to see Michaels's figure sitting on the bed. "Michael, have mercy." You groaned, throwing the covers over your head, and turning around so that your back was facing him. It was silent. You still felt his glare at you. He pulled the covers off of you, making you gasp at the sudden coldness in the room.

"Michael!" You tried to get the covers back but he was too strong, you didn't even try to put up a fight, turning over with a huff. He gripped your shoulder again, making you sit up. You had no other choice, "Yes Michael?" You didn't want to sound irritated but Michael wouldn't leave you alone. The hand on your shoulder slowly tugged forward. He was hesitant with what he was doing, you follows his movements until it felt like your head was in his lap. You could tell he was trying since he isn't the one to give affection. It was the thought that counts, smiling at the thought of Michael trying to comfort you since your day was rough. His hand was placed on your arm, it was warm, his thumb would occasionally rub against your arm giving you goosebumps.

Your eyes began to droop again, but you felt more comfortable than being under the covers, Michaels's breathing was the only thing that was heard, it was a comforting sound to hear, you mumbled something that Michael managed to hear before you drifted off to sleep again. "Thank you, Michael."

[warmiesstuff]

Pov: you slap Michaels ass (💀)

It was your average day, not too hot, not too cold, just average. Average clouds, winds, sun. Michael had just came home from doing god forbid who knows what, so you greeted him like usual:

"Hi Michael! Welcome back" to which he nodded in reply. Why did you get this idea? Who knows. Maybe it was the way his ass was just screaming your name. Michael walked past you and then suddenly..

SMACK

Michaels head turned around so quick, it almost snapped off his neck.

Did you...

Did you just slap the BOOGYMAN'S ass?

You looked stunned as well, hand now burning red from how hard you slapped his butt. Michael stared at you for a short while, contemplating on what his next moves should be. Should he kill you? Why did you do that? Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?-

SMACK

YOU DID IT AGAIN!!

Michael doesn't know what to do, but he's not about to just get ASSAULTED like this. He grabbed your arm, spun you around and then-

SMACK

Now it's YOUR turn to be surprised. Did Michael just slap your ass?? "Michael that kind of hur-"

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

At this point he's spanking you as if you just did something utterly horrible and needed to get punished. To be honest, you kind of did. With every moment his hand make contact with your ass, a not so loud high pitch scream erupted from your throat.

Oh..

Michael doesn't know how to feel about this..- suddenly you manage to wiggle away and escape. You dash off with Michael chasing you down like a wild dog. You were going to pay for slapping his ass like that. 💀

[slasherloony]

Michael Myers with an S/O who likes being spanked. (Slight nsfw)

Michael is initially puzzled by your request, but he’s always willing to explore your desires. His dark curiosity piques when you mention your interest in being spanked.

He’s cautious and attentive, making sure he understands your boundaries and what you enjoy. His silent demeanor adds to the anticipation, as you never quite know when he’ll decide to indulge your desire.

When he finally does, Michael’s spanks are firm and deliberate. He watches your reactions closely, ensuring he’s giving you the right amount of pressure and intensity.

There’s a controlled intensity in the way he spanks you. He never rushes, taking his time to build up the tension and excitement, leaving you craving more.

Michael finds himself enjoying the control and the way you respond to his touch. It becomes a way for him to connect with you on a deeper level, blending his dominant nature with your desires.

Aftercare is surprisingly tender. Michael holds you close, his usual cold demeanor softened by the intimacy of the moment. He ensures you feel safe and cared for, running his hands gently over the areas he’s spanked.

Over time, spanking becomes a regular part of your dynamic. Michael learns what you love and adjusts his approach to keep things exciting and satisfying for both of you.

[gennibennii]

creampie. ♡ 🎀 🐩

𝜗𝜚. michael myers x fem! reader. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

( warning ;; edited! this is literally just straight to the point, full blown word porn. hope you like it! )

His hands grip the back of your thighs as he pounds his cock deep inside your pussy, knees practically above your shoulders and legs flailing in the air. You can feel globs of leftover cum spurting from your sloppy hole with each thrust, unable to stop the loud wails and sobs coming from your pretty little mouth. Drool drips down your cheek and your eyes roll back into your head. You look an inch away from death at this point, but hey, who are you to care when you have a cock the size of a horse's shoved deep inside your guts?

Plap plap plap! His ballsack slaps against your asscheeks whenever he drives his fat dick into your worn out cunt, his grunts and groans barely audible but when you do hear them, you feel your pussy get even slicker than before. It's as if he's a machine-- his hips not stuttering for a second, even after he came inside you again and again. If you could even think, you'd be pretty certain you're pregnant at this point from the amount of jizz he's hammering into your womb.

The air gets knocked out of you when he adjusts his positions and pushes your legs back even further, knees now fully touching the bed sheets beneath you. You have a full view of Michael's face and you can't help but feel a surge of pride flow through you. It took years to get him comfortable enough to take his mask off around you. Before that, he'd fuck you with the mask on. Either way, it ends with you braindead and passed out on the semen-soaked mattress, sticky and sweaty.

You can't talk, you can barely breathe from how hard he keeps thrusting into you. The bed thumps against the wall and you swear you can hear the bed-frame about to split in two. You just lay there and take his dick without a complaint, hair all messy and drenched in sweat. For such a weak little thing, you can really take cock like a pro and even if you couldn't, Michael would still find a way to make you take it.

It doesn't take long before jets of hot sperm paint your insides white and before you know it, you're out like a light. Completely knocked out as soon as you felt his tip hit your spongy cervix. He pulls out of you slowly, a wet pop! reaching Michael's ears, his dick twitching when he sees the gaping hole his cock made. But even him needs a break. When you bust inside your girlfriend five times in a row, anyone's dick would be completely spent. Including his. He's still human!

The end!

[myers-meadow]

Hello!! Do you take requests? If so, what do u think abt michael barging in someone's house and is abt to kill them, but reader turns around and thought michael was their little sibling was doing a surprise visit from college (or thought their sibling was trying to prank them) and is happy to see them, pretty much feeding michael by accident? Its okay if u dont do this, just sharing a thought bc of that one michael fic eating roasted potatoes was just 💖

aaah that's such a fun thought! I do take requests, and I'm really in the mood for Michael-thoughts rn,, i kinda miss him?

That's certainly one of the strangest hunts Michael has had, and seeing how passive he is during the movie, he would go along with it with ease, out of amusement and curiosity. If, like in Sunday Roast, his hunger outweighs his desire for blood, this would be a very similar situation to that fic - but the reader being enthousiastic would really change the vibe! And may I present a follow up thought: the moment the reader figures out that the surprise visitor wasn't their sibilng?? chaos ^^

Imagine texting your sibling the next day, something like 'it was nice to see you, looking forward to this weekend!', them replying: 'seeing me - when?'

But who was it you fed like a stray cat then?? :)))

Fic below the cut, drabble. Growing obsession and themes of stalking. Divider by @/animatedglittergraphics-n-more.

After leaving, belly full, feeling a bit lighter without his stomach gnawing at him; his thoughts easily return to you. When was the last time someone was happy to see him? Was Loomis ever happy to see him? He hates that his mind returns to Smith's Grove. When his stomach grumbles in the morning, he makes do with food he got his hands on during earlier hunts.

The cold is unrelenting, the old Myers house is drafty. Besides bloodlust and hunger - there is boredom. He repears the house slowly, with things he steals from sheds and backyards. Then, your face pops up in his mind's eye - out of the blue. It startles him. You were so genuine when you said you were glad he was home. He wished he was home.

But despite it all, he knows he can't return. By now, you must've figured out he wasn't your awaited sibling - and you'd surely be scared of him. Then he'd be forced to kill you, and somehow that doesn't appeal to him as much as sitting at the table together.

So, he returns. In secret.

Watches you enough to notice patterns, habits. It endears him. When he closes his eyes at night, he can envision you moving through your home; the way you pull a knife from the knife block; how you pick at your skin and mess with your hair. All those habits and movements feel second nature to him. The phrases you say to friends, the curses you mutter when you hit your elbow on the doorknob. Yet, he's still an outsider, wishing to know how you would adress him, how your perfume would smell after a day you spent at work versus how it smells from the bottle.

And each night, he thinks: just one more visit. You wouldn't even know he stopped by. Perhaps tonight, he's brave enough, and if he isn't, maybe your favourite scarf goes missing.

You'll get it back though, one day, with a whole Michael attached.

[saphirreesuccudus]

Could you do something spicy with all the slashers and a male reader? Nothing serious just how they would react with reader being handzy for the first time? -⭐

𝐕𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐗 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

I just to do just Mikey and Vincent, since they’re the only ones I could portray accurately!

Michael - Any

You hadn’t gotten the chance to be handsy with Michael so far, besides holding hands, which only lasted for a few minutes, but it was progress at least. And although you were never one to force something onto someone, maybe just going ahead and trying to cuddle him or touch him would help him open up?

You found him laying on the couch, he had just gotten back, and was exhausted. He unfortunately had to chase down a victim. A young teenager, who was probably more athletic than Michael. You loved him nonetheless, and laid down next to him, making sure to face him.

“Long day Mikey?”

You asked him, earning a grunt in response. You slipped your fingers under his mask, slipping it off and revealing the face you missed looking at. You still fantasized about his beautiful fluffy hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and strong features, no matter how many times you saw it. You allowed him to cuddle into you, even if he seemed to forget your size difference, you let it happen.

Michael loved the way his favorite boy stared at him, and cuddled into him, especially when he was able to be the little spoon. He understood you needed to be taken care of, but theirs nothing wrong with him wanting some prince treatment.

You rubbed your arms across his toned arms, feeling his scars on your soft hands, in contrast to his rough arms. He shivered under your touch, his body heating up. He was clearly nervous, but he trusted you to touch him without hurting him.

He chose to do the same, placing his rough hand on your cheek, and rubbing it, as your cheeks puffed up, smiling with pure joy and excitement.

Vincent Sinclair -

Ever since you and Vincent meant, you frequently hung out him with In his hobbit hole, or Art studio. You never showed interest in the wax sculptures, so you rested on his cot, watching him work. You rarely ever touched him, unfortunately. You understood why, especially with how his brothers treat him, and his work. But you didn’t wanna be stuck only watching him work and nothing else, so you decided to take matters into your own hands

You waited till it was late at night, getting ready for bed, slipped on a pair of boxers and a loose tank top. You soon saw Vincent get up from his seat, cracking his back, and laying down. He had a habit of laying in bed with you till you fell asleep, and getting up later to finish what he needed to finish. Hopefully you can keep him in bed.

You took both arms, wrapping them around his neck, digging your head into his strong chest. You felt his long hair against your skin, which didn’t bother you at all. You soon felt Vincent get comfortable at your embrace, feeling him wrap his arms around your waist, placing one above your ass, softly patting it.