#Michael x GN reader

[britany1997]

Hey bestie!!! I gotta do this request because I know you'd do it right.

Could you pretty please write a NSFW Southern Michael x Reader piece? I definitely think he would be very loving and giving, but let him be the dominant one. It's more fun that way~ Ball is in your court on what kinks you want to add. Maybe keep it gender neutral for the reader so more people can enjoy it 😊

Thank you!!! ILYSM! ✨✨✨

Deep in the Heart of Texas

Hi Lave! Yes of course I can write this for you!! It’s honestly such an honor that your trust me with your boy🥹

Southern Michael x GN Reader

Big thanks to @bookworm551 for helping me with the steer wrestling part of this fic! (I’m Texan but I’m like, city Texan, my roommate is country Texan) Originally I had Michael barrel racing, but apparently guys rarely do that so she helped me switch it up lol. Grateful to live with someone who has been to many horse shows.

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, blowjob, hair pulling, penetration but readers sex not mentioned

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You bit your nails as you watched Michael intently from your spot in the stands, sandwiched between Lucy and Sam.

You were no stranger to the rodeo scene, and Michael was no first time competitor. But he had just moved up from the intermediate category to the advanced category, and while your boy was talented, you knew the competition was much more fierce.

You’d seen him practice a million times, but under the arena lights, with hundreds of eyes on you, you knew he could feel the pressure.

With your nail between your teeth you caught his eye from where he was waiting for his turn. He shot you a toothy smile and a wink.

You blushed and smiled back as you fought not to swoon in the middle of the stands. Lucy must have seen the exchange because she elbowed you gently, prompting you to turn to her.

“He’ll be fine,” she reassured you, “he’s got his good luck charm cheering him on.” She said while winking.

You turned even redder as you smiled back at her, “he doesn’t need the luck,” you told her, “he’s amazing all on his own.”

Lucy offered you a bright smile, “he’s talented for sure,” she agreed, “but trust me, you bein’ here calms his nerves,” she explained, “everybody in these stands may be lookin’ at him, but I promise you darlin,’ he’s lookin’ at you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as you sighed at her words, “I’m happy to help,” you told her, “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

She beamed, taking your hand in hers, “I know sweetie pie,” she rubbed your hand with the pad of her thumb, “he knows too.”

When you heard the announcer call out Michael’s name over the loud speaker, you both snapped to look at the arena.

The doors on the chutes flew open as the steer sprinted out, Michael parallel on his horse.

The crowd cheered as he slid from his saddle, reaching to wrap his arms around the steer’s horns. Once he had a good grip, he dropped off his horse and planted his feet in the dirt. Then he yanked the steer’s head over, causing its body to turn and hit the ground.

The stands went wild as the announcer cried out 6.23 seconds, the event’s best time so far.

You’d never get tired of seeing your boy like that. Sweaty and covered in dirt as he manhandled the steer into submission, the sight made your heart rate quicken.

He caught your eye once again and smiled as he blew you a kiss and gave you a little tip of his hat.

You didn’t think you could get any redder, but you felt your face flush again as he turned to walk to the gate.

There were other wrestlers, but none with a time so good as his. When it came time to give out awards, you knew you’d be going home with the champion.

You, Sam, and Lucy all stood to clap and cheer when the show runners announced him as the winner and handed him his plaque and belt buckle.

Once all the awards were given out the three of you rushed down to meet him back at the stalls.

Michael beamed as he watched the three of you run up to him.

He pulled his mother into a hug and gave her a kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to Sam and rustled his hair playfully. Finally, he wrapped his arms around you tightly before picking you up and twirling you in the air. You smiled and laughed at his affection for you.

“Hey baby,” he spoke as he placed you back down “ya like the show?” He asked.

“Loved it,” you whispered breathlessly, “you were incredible.”

His eyebrow raised as his lip quirked up in a smirk as he caught your tone, “thanks darlin,” he whispered before placing a kiss on your lips.

“Michael,” Lucy garnered his attention, “Sam and I were goin’ ta grab something to eat, would you and your partner like ta join us?” She asked.

“Thanks so much mama, but I think we’re gonna head back ta the house, I’m feelin’ mighty tired from the steer wrestlin’ today, y’all go on ahead we’ll see y’all later.” He told her, shooting you a wink when his mother wasn’t looking.

“Suit yourselves,” Lucy told you both, smiling. She motioned for Sam to follow as she turned to walk to the food stands.

You shot Michael a look, “you’re tired huh?” You asked as you reached down to take his hand in yours.

He smiled as he threaded his fingers with yours, “don’t worry hon, I’m not that tired,” he assured you playfully as he pulled you towards his ATV.

Once the both of you had made it home, he lead you to his room and locked his door before pressing you up against is and pressing a loving kiss on your lips.

His hands slid down to your hips as he held you in his arms and explored you with his mouth.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, rubbing them with the pads of your thumbs as you returned his passionate kiss.

He began to trail kisses from your mouth down to your neck. Your eyes closed and your head fell back against the door as he sucked hickeys into your skin.

After awhile you pulled him from your neck by the collar of his shirt, his gaze met yours as he looked at you confused. You smiled and pecked his lips before falling to your knees.

His lips parted in a gasp as he watched you unbuckle his jeans and slide them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, and you placed a teasing kiss on the tip of it.

He smiled down at you as he watched you seal your mouth over the tip and swirl your tongue around it.

You took more of him into your mouth, prompting him to groan and run a hand through your hair, stroking and pulling gently. Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling as you moaned around his length.

You lifted you hand and wrapped it around the base of him, stroking as you sucked. He pulled your hair a bit harder, causing you to let out whimpers of pleasure.

Your hand moved to cup his balls and rub them as you took more of his cock into your mouth. He began to gently thrust into your mouth; you bobbed your head to match the rhythm of his thrusts.

His breathing picked up and he shuddered a bit, “gonna cum baby,” he told you breathlessly, “swallow f’ me, yeah?” He asked.

You nodded, as he stroked a hand through your hair once more before he came down your throat.

You stood and pressed a kiss to his lips, licking into his mouth so he could taste himself on you.

When you pulled away, he picked you up and placed you down on his bed before climbing over you and placing a kiss on your lips. “Let me take care of you now baby,” he told you.

He got up from the bed and unbuttoned his flannel shirt before shrugging it off. He reached up to place a hand on top of his cowboy hat to take it off.

“Wait!” You exclaimed.

He met your gaze, a puzzled look on his face.

“Leave it on,” you whispered, blushing.

He smirked at your flushed face, “whatever you want darlin” he promised as he descended on you.

He lifted your legs onto his shoulders and you reached back to grip the pillows as he sunk into you.

“You’re so amazing baby,” he praised as he thrust into you, “so good, so perfect for me.”

You moaned at his words, as he stroked the deepest parts of you. His movements caused pressure to build inside of you as he fucked you gently.

He continued to thrust into you as he spoke, “Wanted ta do this all day hon, when I saw you in the stands lookin’ so hot for me, cheerin’ me on,” he rambled, “I couldn’ta done it without you baby, my favorite supporter, my perfect baby,”

You screamed his name as he hit just the right spot inside you, sending you over the edge. He thrust into you a few more times, triggering his own orgasm. You arched your back as he filled you.

When you both came down from your highs he pulled out of you and collapsed next to you on the bed. Pulling you into his arms so he could hold you close, your back pressed against his broad chest.

He lifted his head to pepper kisses on your cheek, punctuating each with a soft, ‘I love you.’

You smiled as he kissed and caressed you gently. You turned to face him, pressing your nose against his, “I love you too,” you told him.

He blushed, “thanks for coming today baby, really,” he mumbled.

You offered him a soft smile, “wouldn’t have missed it for anything,” you reassured him.

You cupped his cheek, “I’ll be at every show,” you promised.

“I’ll hold ya to it darlin,” he said affectionately as he reached down to lace his fingers with yours, “you’re the best partner a cowboy could have.”

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[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

[marksbear2]

Daddyyy!! I have an idea, and Jason Voorhees & Michael Myers spilt roasting an bottom reader! Ik u dislike writing bottom reader so you could just write an small scenario.

JASON VOORHEES & MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

⚠️Warnings!! Could be G/N READER. Rough and hard sex, spilt roasting, mean Michael, blowjob, deep throat, pulling, 3some, same time. Pure smut!!⚠️

You lost track of time and how this all started, one moment you were running away from literally the two most slashers alive.

It started off with Michael seeing you fall and hurt your ankle. He stood up watching you scream in pain but also fear. Alongside with Michael, Jason approached looking down at you as well.

Then almost in sync they slowly look up form your body and they exchange an look before cornering you.

At first you resisted but as their large and rough gloved hands grabbed and touched your body you felt yourself getting more and more horny. Your body couldn’t hide the arousal you felt.

Now currently Heavy breathing could be heard above you. You were on all fours gagging around Michael’s cock while Jason was behind you thrusting his cock deep inside of you. Jason put one of his legs next to your thigh thrusting in and out of you in a deep and fast pace.

Which each thrust Jason thrusted your body up forcing your mouth to go down Michael’s cock.

As for Michael he thrusted his cock right back forcing his cock deep inside your throat.

They were toying with your body, treating you as if you were some fuck toy for them to share. You gagged and chocked around Michael’s cock while your moans and screams from pleasure were muffled.

Jason hands massaged your ass spreading them and gripping them. He was much more gentle then Michael that was gripping your hair down on his cock.

Jason thrust got faster and faster before abruptly pulling out and pulling your waist down to him pulling you off of Michael’s cock.

Jason flipped your body so you laid on your back. The two slashers switch spots now Michael is in between your legs. He held your legs apart and high putting your legs agaisnt his shoulders and once your legs were settled he put his hands on your hips before immediately thrusting his full cock inside of you showing no mercy or compassion.

The other slasher was watching slightly in Awww but mostly in arousal.

He noticed you were having a hard time keeping your legs on Michael’s shoulders so he reached over taking both of your ankles and holding your legs apart and high for Michael.

Jason looked down at you before swaying his large much thicker cock above your face. Eventually you wrap your lips around his cock. Jason was much more patient then Michael letting you suck his cock at your own pace. Jason’s hands ran through your hair just petting you.

While Michael on the other hand was thrusting fast and deep inside your whole. He was fucking your walls as of you were nothing to him.

His large cock abusing your hole. Michael looked up from your face, since he was just staring watching you sick Jason’s cock. As Michael looked up him and Jason made eye contact. Michael slowly lowered himself on you pressing his body against yours with his full body weight. Eventually Jason let go of your legs, as you immediately wrap them around Michael’s waist.

Michael put his hand on the base of Jason’s cock guiding him out of your mouth, Michael used his free hand to lift up his mask a bit so his mouth and nose was only visible. Michael pumped Jason’s cock before wrapping his lips around his cock bobbing his head down on the full thick shaft. You look and watch in awe as your shock gets cut off short by Michael hips pulling away and slamming himself back inside your hole.

Maybe if you keep up with them for the rest of the night they’ll let you live, or not…

THE END

[heartlesscorpse]

Michael Wants Attention >:(

I’M NO LONGER IN SCHOOL, YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY officially free from hell. >:)) omfg this been sitting in my drafts for awhile though, I couldn’t think of much at the time when I first had this post and then saved it, ‘cause I was originally planning to do it another time but then there was having to turn in whatever late work before Friday, diplomas, and then the grad ceremony — BUT NOW I’M FREE!!!!!!!!!! Anyhow, getting that out of the way, I’m hoping to get back to working more on my Pyramid Head fic sooner or later as I put it on hold atm since I had things going on last month and for the past few weeks, I’m also going to be trying to post more hcs and more things when I can. :))

Michael’s standing just behind the doorway a little out of your view, watching as you’re busy running around in the house, doing some cleaning, your laundry, the dishes, re-organizing some of your things, leaving Michael to his lonesome longing for your attention.

Michael would stand very close to you from behind, in hopes you’d take notice of his presence and finally give him all your attention to the big guy.

To his disappointment you’d immediately brush him off or tell him ‘I’m busy’ and you’ll hang out with him once you’re done with the rest of your chores.

The audacity of the MAN. You’re still not giving him any attention he wants from you so he’ll follow you around the house, be it from a small distance or he’s literally hovering around you.

He’s not fuckin’ leaving you alone until you give him attention. >:((

Finally, for a last ditch effort he will grab you and pick you up, bring you into the bedroom (or crash onto the couch, wherever he happens to be close in the house), and have you wrapped tight in his hold unable to move.

He’s not letting go nor will he listen if you’re complaining that you still have other things you need to finish. Michael’s keeping you there and cuddling you aggressively until you give up and give him the attention he deserves. 😌

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[agender-wolfie]

Y’all need to understand what gender neutral actually means. Saying “This fic is gender neutral and there are no pronouns or descriptors used” then using “pretty girl” or “that’s my girl” immediately after is NOT gender neutral! Stay out of our spaces if you can’t respect us.

[another-lost-mc]

Got any thots/ideas in wing kink for Luci, Simeon, or anyone with wings?

a/n: there's a few different types of wings among the cast, but I think they're all unique and worth talking about!

wing headcanons

featuring: lucifer, mammon, asmodeus, beelzebub, diavolo, simeon, raphael, michael (and any oc with wings)

0.7k words | nsfw | suggestive

cw: wing kink implied. sexual situations and predator/prey kink mentioned. the predator/prey kink section is after the divider if you prefer not to read that part.

One of the first signs of trust is the casual affection he shows you when his wings are revealed. He might not always reach for your hand in public, especially if he's a bit more reserved by nature. However, what you do feel is the soft sensation of his wing brushing against your side when you walk beside him. He doesn't even mean to do it at first. It's like his wing naturally extends itself to curl around your back or glide against your arm. It's an unconscious gesture motivated by his feelings for you.

He might ask you to help with his wing care next. If he has wings made of feathers, he sits patiently while you preen them. You're especially careful when you straighten the feathers that look stuck out of place. Your hands are coated with a special oil that keeps his wings soft and protected from harsh wind and cool rain. It's a ritual for both of you now, one that often leads to grateful kisses and quickly descends into passionate lovemaking. Preening his wings was something he didn't enjoy doing by himself, or he reluctantly asked others to help him. Now that he has you, he craves the intimacy of it.

Leathery wings don't require the same level of care, but your lover is still grateful when you try to make him feel pampered and cared for. Sometimes stroking the edge of his wings feels ticklish. Sometimes it sends little bolts of desire shooting through his body straight to his cock. You never know whether he's going to laugh and squirm away from your hands, or if he's going to spin around and pin you underneath him.

Beelzebub's wings are thin and extremely sensitive, and he doesn't like it when they're touched. You are a rare exception. He trusts that you won't hurt the delicate wings that sit against his back. It feels nice when you gently run your fingers along the very edges. He rewards your gentleness and understanding with hungry kisses and greedy hands that rid you of all your annoying clothes.

As the crown prince, Diavolo's wings are particularly impressive and adorned with precious gold ornaments. He secretly likes it when you tease him about keeping the gilded gold pieces clean while you polish them to a glimmering shine. For special occasions, he'll even change them to a different metal that suits your preferences better—he wants to look his best for you. Don't be surprised when he offers you gifts of jewelry made with the same precious metals and jewels that match his own. He would love to see you wear them—and only them—the next time he invites you to spend the night.

Most of the time, fucking someone in his true form can be clumsy or awkward. He doesn't just let anyone touch their wings so intimately either. When you're intimate, he might purposefully reveal his wings. His wings wrap around your body and draw you close while he shields you from the world, protecting you when you're naked and vulnerable. (It also hides you from unworthy eyes that don't deserve to see you that way.) Sometimes his wings randomly appear in the height of passion, unfurling at his back when pleasure drives away all thought and reason except the singular desire to touch you. When his mind isn't clouded with lust, he looks a bit bashful that he lost control like that to begin with—it only happens when he's with you.

Another possibility is a little bit of predator/prey roleplay. Have you ever wondered what it would feel like to be hunted? Your winged lover is more than happy to indulge in this kink should you ask. The forests of the Devildom (or the human world) are perfect for this. He leads you there and urges you towards the tree line in front of you. He'll even give you a head start.

(You're going to need it.)

It begins when you finally run into the darkened woods with only glimpses of moonlight to illuminate your path. The smallest sounds are impossibly loud, echoing off the trees around you: a snapping twig, the crunch of fallen leaves under your feet, your own ragged, panted breaths. Sometimes you see movement from the corner of your eye and when you turn around, there's nothing there. What you do notice is the tree branch high above you shaking slightly, as if someone was just there and then launched himself back into the sky.

(He's toying with you.)

Adrenaline gives you one last burst of energy that propels your feet forward, and you keep running despite the burning in your lungs. The blood in your veins is laced with lust and fear in equal measure. It's not long before you finally hear it: the sound of wings slicing through the air and growing louder as he draws near. Do you hear the soft swish of feathers? The taut snap of leathery wings billowing against the wind? Or perhaps it's the bzzzt of wings fluttering rapidly at his back that quickens your pulse? Suddenly, his familiar silhouette looms above you and blocks the moon from view. You're pinned against his chest before you realize what's happening, and his arms (and sometimes wings) curl around your body. Greedy hands start to pull at your clothes as he crushes his lips against yours. The game is over, and you're finally his to claim.

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[tac-the-unseen]

Gifts the slashers would enjoy

Fluff

Minor updates for formatting

Micheal Myers:

•Arts and crafts supplies

-He's enjoyed making Paper Mache masks most of his life. It's very likely that he enjoys other forms of art as well, but couldn't express that in the ward for fear it would be taken away.

-Dr. Loomis sucks

-Giving him art supplies now, would end up in him making his art in secret. He feels embarrassed to like such a simple thing. That shame is intensified if you ask to see it. He'll end up leaving it out so you can see it without directly showing it to you

•Candy Corn, circus peanuts, and Crunch bar.

-Are they his favorite? No. But they bring back good memories, and for Michael, that's enough.

-would spend a good chunk of time snaking on the sweets while you spend time with him

-Can be bribed into a lot of shenanigans with candy

•Homemade meal

-He rarely had anyone make him dinner. His mom being a ‘working’ woman ment that he had to fend for himself come dinnertime.

-Knowing that you wanted to, and found time to make him dinner make him feel that icky (Nice), bubbly feeling in the center of his chest

-minor Headcannon: first time this happened Micheal thought he was having a heart attack.

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•Horror movie merchandise

-Their collectors. If you manage to get your hands on something they don't have, they'll give you anything you want in return.

-will trip over themselves trying to replay you

-Stu would actually kiss the ground you walk on if you ask

•Jewelry

-They both appreciate necklaces, bracelets, and RINGS

-Stu is a gold guy, Billy is a sliver guy.

-They’re like crows. Anything shiny will end up in their pockets. Imagine Stu showing off his rings like a newly proposed to woman. Fawning over the design and/or jewels.

•knives/knife sharpener

-They collect knives of different quality and look

-they better ones they use to hunt. The best ones and the weaker ones are put on display like trophies.

-No matter the quality you get, it's the fact it came from you but they care about

Thomas Hewitt:

•Flowers

-Thomas is a sucker for old ‘traditional’ romantic actions

-Seeing you hold up hand-picked flowers makes his heart gush. He thinks you look so precious, wanting to make him happy.

-sometimes he'll catch you, out of a window, picking flowers just so you can give it to him. He'll never tell you, and will always act surprised when you present the bouquet.

•Bones

-its simple and an abundant resource at the house. There's always bones somewhere, and Thomas knows how to use the bones

-They’re good for making repairs, as tools, and as decorations

-You 10000% have a bone bracelet that Thomas made for you when you guys started to get more serious

•Desserts

-Thomas won't admit it, but he has a sweet tooth. Why do you think Luda mae spends so much time baking?

-While a good pie is enough to send this man to his knees, any other baked good will do.

-He likes cherries and strawberries, but because of how expensive they are he doesn't tell anybody that it's his favorite. He doesn't want anybody ‘wasting’ money or resources on him.

Bubba Sawyer:

•Flowers

-Bubba loves flowers. Any kind of flowers is enough for him to let out squeals of happiness. He loves seeing them around the farm, and plants them around the house when he has spare time.

-So when you go to town and come back with a bouquet of flowers just for him, nearly crushed you with hugs.

-Keeps them alive for as long as possible then perseveres them in notebooks and in salt

•Quilting supplies

-Bubba is really good at handling leather. Those human skin masks are hard to make, and human leather is so incredibly delicate.

-On top of that, he is a family man. He want to make things that help his family. So he makes blankets!

-its a fine craft and perfect in enhancing his skills.

•Good old quality time

-He loves spending his time with you! If he could spend all day with you, he would.

-So sitting down and cuddling means that absolute world to him. He cherishes his time with you and it what he looks forward to everyday. It's why he wakes up in the morning. It's why he tries hard everyday. He wants to spend every day starting and ending with you!

Bo Sinclair:

•Tools

-If your in the workshop often enough, you'll know what ends replacing.

-Bo is as stubborn as stubborn comes, so he won't get new tools until they physically can't do their job anymore.

-If you get him new tools he will begrudgingly take them, but after an hour or two he'll find you just so he can thank you ‘properly’.

•Cigarettes

-The boy smokes

-Don’t know what else to tell you

-Will kiss you when you give it to him though

•Kids Toys

-Sounds weird, but having his childhood taken away from him leaves him wanting to fill up the gaps.

-when looking through a victim's car you found a two handed water ring-toss toy. when you showed Bo He just rolled his eyes and kept working on his Truck. You started playing with it when at the shop, even leaving it there on a few occasions. Every time you left it there, He would take it and sneak into the back room of the shop to play with it.

-it brought him immense joy. One day he forgot to put it back, and when you asked about it he berated you for losing your things and expecting him to keep track of your belongings. He never told you, and would rather die than admit it.

Vincent Sinclair:

•Art/craft supplies

-Its a given, really

-He very rarely get new art supplies (if you don't count corpses) so it’s nice to get replacements.

-Will take anything you give him, honestly

•Books

-Vincent isn't always making art. Sometimes art can get boring for him, or he hits a rough patch and doesn't know where to go from there.

-A book can easily help, Whether it's just something else to do or it helps him overcome his art block. He will oftentimes get up from his work space and find another spot to sit down and read.

-He loves it when you read to him. It's nice to just listen to something while you work.

•Hoodies

-with his combination of body issues and wanting to be cozy, A hoodie seems to be the best option.

-Even though it is hot in Louisiana, The cool basement and even cooler nights need a little warmth.

-loves the feeling of the softer cloth and with it being a present, makes it all the better.

Lester Sinclair:

•Lip balm

-Lester has a hard time with hygiene. No one ever really taught him how to take care of himself.

-So when you notice Lester had chapped lips and gave him some lip balm something in his brain short circuited. The fact that YOU want to help him, makes his heart swell.

-keeps it in his pocket and constantly reapplies it

•Car freshener

-Even with him blind to the smell of death, the hot Louisiana sun will intensify the foul smell 10 fold. You knew it was bad when you could smell the truck before you could see or hear it.

-You ran out of town and bought several packs of air fresheners for his truck. You told him that you do love him, just not the smell that lingers when he gets home from work. Lester doesn't want to make you gag every time he gets into bed with you.

-He likes the Strawberry, sugar cookie, and fresh linens scent best

•Dinner

-He’s not the ‘I better come home to a hot plate of dinner' kind of guy, but he really appreciates it when he does. Even though Bo is a semi-good cook, anything after years of having it will get boring.

-Having you cook for him (and most likely his brothers) is a nice change of pace.

-Will eat anything you cook. Whether it's ‘good’ or ‘bad’ he will happily eat it all.

Billy Lenz:

•Being read too

-Isn’t a physical present but he loves your voice. He wants to read but has A) a hard time focusing and B) has a hard time reading in general

-Having you read to him calms him down and gets him settled enough to sit still and/or do an activity smoothly

-Reading to him 100% makes him fall asleep in the end. And boy does this insomniac need it

•Crochet equipment

-After learning how to Crochet he can't stop. He runs through String like a mad man. He has made you 6 sweaters and increasing in quality over time

-Will give you a list of all the colors he wants and will wait patiently on your bed for you to come back.

-Gets ridiculous excited when he's given new supplies. Will be your lap dog for weeks after

•String lights

-Doesn't have to be Christmas themed, he just really likes the lights. Like a moth drawn to flames.

-likes to fall asleep with them on, it's like Billy’s own big night light.

-Has gotten too close to them and accidentally ripped them down. He tried to hide them so he didn't get in trouble, and actually cried when you found out.

Brahms Heelshire:

•Clothes

-You wondered why his clothes were so ill-fitting for a long time before you realized, that's his dad's old clothes.

-coming to that realization you manage to figure out his proper size and (after some minor fighting) when out to get him a much needed upgrade. When you came home he was waiting by the door, waiting for you. Giving him his new clothes was like telling him you would never leave again, he was ecstatic. He ripped the bags out of your arms and ran into his room so he could try them on

-He fell in love with the sweaters you got him, with a nice couple pairs of khakis. It wasn't much of a transition from his old clothes but that's just what he likes.

•Movies/Movie night

-The only movies he's seen are from his childhood, and he can barely remember them. His parents didn't think movies were healthy for a growing boy, so they only allowed him books to pass the time

-When you proposed a movie night he had a couple questions and even a bit of hesitation. “What if they melt my brain?” He asked with genuine concern. After you posed another question back “Why wouldn't they have melted my brain yet?” Did he trust you.

-You started with childhood classics before getting into the more ‘adult’ stuff. He loved every minute of it

•Picnics

-While Brahms isn't a fan of going outside, the garden is the only exception. You wanted him to go outside because orange juice can only do so much for a vitamin D deficiency.

-He said the only way he would go outside was if you had a Picnic and put his sunscreen on. Making sandwiches with chips and then lathering him in 80 SPF he went outside in a tank top layered with a crocheted vest and shorts, had him outside fairly quickly

-Now he wants a picnic every summer

Hannibal Lecter:

•Wine

-After dating for a while you started to notice where Hannibal got his expensive foods and wines

-you also noticed what he actually liked and what he was just experimenting with. While fruity and floral flavors were always favored, herbs and Nutty wines were much lower on his list.

-With that in mind you got a Cherry lavender wine from Greece. When you gave it to him he was actually shocked you were paying attention to his preferences. He told you most people just buy cheap wine and expect him not to notice.

-The wine you picked out now has a permit spot saved on his wine shelf.

•Paper bouquet

-Paper made into the shape of different flowers all wrapped up in another paper tying it all together. It's cute, classy (though he would never display it openly), and will never wilt!

-He had told you about the complexity of life using flowers as an example and how they wilt. So you decided to make flowers that can't wilt to not only sass him but to give him something

-He put them in a paper vase he made (in only what you can assume was) in his free time.

•Friendship bracelets

-What was originally a gag gift turned out to be one of his favorite gifts.

-You thought there was no way in hell THE Hannibal Lecter would wear cheap bright string woven together, but you were wrong.

-You had made some friendship bracelets out of old string you found in some old stuffed away box and laughed at the idea of Hannibal finding it in his desk drawer. So you did just that, just to come to the shocking realization that during a meeting with the F.B.I he was wearing it, hidden under his sleeve. You had a very hard time containing your laughter that night.

Will Graham:

•Quality time with you!

-Life has always been stressful for Will. So some alone time with you is always a great gift.

-No need for fancy dinners, events, or holidays. Just sitting down to watch whatever pops up on the T.V screen is enough for him.

-Bonus points if the pack joins in for a cuddle session!

•Handwritten letter(s)

-Having a man with a different then most emotional attachment style is hard. Will might not always what to be physically touched or poked at. Sometimes he doesn't even want to talk (Common coping mechanism for Autistic people)!

-But even when he gets like this, it's still nice to get some reassurance. You started writing him little notes around the house a while ago and slowly you noticed Will’s mood improving significantly.

-He found it very sweet that you were taking the time to meet him on a level he was comfortable with. The two of you don't speak about it often but the notes persist.

•New fishing gear

-anything fishing related is always an appreciated

-New lears, poles, vests, hooks, bait even. Anything even if he already has it, he will take it happily

-He’ll take you fishing with his new gear you got him and will happily teach you if you don't know how to fish

The Lost Boys:

•Jewelry

-All four vamps love jewelry of any kind

-All of them have earrings, bracelets, and necklaces so why not give them Something they can say they got from their S/O!

-David and Marko prefer bracelets, David’s gloves wouldn't mesh well with rings, and he thinks a necklace might make him seem less intimidating. Marko would chew on a necklace and worse could get caught during a fight. Rings would be damaged either due to said fighting and/or his painting. Bracelets are that perfect in-between!

-Dwayne and Paul like Rings for different reasons. For Dwayne Rings have that ‘marriage’ aspect to them. Not to say rings mean marriage, but historically speaking…it's like putting your claim on him and he's thriving for that.

-Paul likes rings to fidget with. He already has rings he uses as ways to occupy his hands when something or someone isn't. Will 100% show off his ring you gave him to the others.

•Gift boxes

-The boxes full of pictures, candy, and other meaningful things

-They all go feral over those boxes, especially the first ever box. It was filled with your own little doodles, candy you know they like, mini bottles of whiskey, and a note telling them about how much you care about them and where to meet you for the night.

-if you plan to do this more often make sure each boy gets to keep something or they WILL fight over it.

•ScrapBooks

-Memories bunch up and fade when you're a vampire. They can't always remember the little things, so having a book of all those memories they can look back at is great idea!

-You even found a creative way to include them in pictures! They can't be seen in photos, but they're shadows can! You take pictures under street lamps and make silly poses. You have a picture of Paul dramatically falling into Marko's arms while Dwayne and David kiss either side of your face.

-All those silly pictures combined with your and Marko’s creativity ends up in some fun, colorful, memories

Thanks for reading <3

(You know I write a fuck ton when It started glitching out. Like it would freeze while I was formatting it correctly 😭)

[herecomethatboi]

Dbd killers x gn! Reader pt.2

Part two of MC slamming killers against the wall. Now it's MC who gets slammed lol

(I remembered like... A few days ago that I have a Tumblr account and I have 70+ followers??? Oh my god??? I love you guys, and i'm so sorry for delaying this. School, life and my love life just ✨love✨ to make me suffer🥲)

((LET'S GOOO))

The Ghostface:

The cat and mouse play begun, once you heard him giggle like a kid opening Christmas presents. The chase went on for what seemed like hours.

But of course, by the rules of the Entity's Realm, he caught up.

The breath was knocked out of you as you were thrown on your front and you tried to buck him off, although now he remembered he actually has his supernatural strengh to pin you down.

He was huffing, you were out of breath and he turned you -rather harshly- on your back making you grunt. He sat on your stomach, then he raised his knife.

You thought he will stab you in the skull, so you winced and closed you eyes while shielding your face with your arms.

With a swift motion he stabbed it into the ground next to you. You lowered your arms and opened your eyes to see his...face.

The mask was thrown somewhere else.

He had a grin on his face. An arogant, stupid grin on his face.

"Caught you now..." His voice was raspy, like he hasnt used it in a while. "Thought you could run away from me?"

"No, I-"

"I think I should return the favour, no?" He cut you off with a grin. At your lack of response his grin grew. "Not so bold now, hmm?"

You glared up at him and tried to push him off, which made him grab your wrists in his hands and pin them above your head.

"Awh, last time you were rougher, i'm almost disappointed." He giggled again.

That was the last straw, and whatever adrenaline you had in your system came in the form of pushing against him and switching positions.

"I can be rough, just like last time." You grinned down at his stupid face with that stupid grin.

"Oh, please, do go on." He... Pleaded? It sounded like teasing, but the honest begging undertone was so obvious.

So, you kissed him. Pinned his arms down by his wrists, and did the knee thing, which made him shiver.

He pulled back, not expecting you to ACTUALLY do something with him.

"Oh God..." He breathed out. His cheeks were pink, highlighting some of his freckles.

"My name should be what you call." You said as you applied pressure between his legs, which made him arch up just a tiny bit.

"Oh...God..." He moved against your knee, trying to find some release.

"Good boy."

The Entity watched with pop-corn as the scene unfolded.

The Legion, Frank:

You were repairing a gen when he randomly appeared next to you. You jumped back, let out a tiny scream (and had a mini heartattack) making the generator explode, which he laughed at.

"Am I that scary? Come on now." He laughed, you glared at him.

"Oh, should I start listing why a SURVIVOR should be afraid of a KILLER?!?" You asked rather harshly. His laughing turned into snickering.

"Yeah, well, this killer has to remind you where your place is after the last time we met." You were pinned against the gen when he finished that sentence. "After all, i'm a big, scary, merciless killer. Am I not?"

You stared at him with widenes eyes for a moment, then your expression turned blank and you clicked your tongue.

"Says the guy who whimpers like a girl." That did the trick, since he started stuttering non-sense that wasn't helping his case.

"WELL FUCK YOU- you... uh- you- uhm- FUCK- uhmmmm-" You chuckled and waited for him to form a sentence.

He stabbed you angrily and ran away, like the baby he is.

Then, when he got back, he started ranting about you to the Legion, who collectively told him to fuck your brains out or you will.

Frank didn't like that, but kept it in mind.

Michael Myers:

You were alas the last one yet again. You found the hatch, but decided to just sit down next to it and wait.

Michael was nearby, you could feel it.

Ever since... THAT, he's been focusing his attention on you, even in the camp where supposedly, no killer can come too close or enter, you felt that piercing gaze on the back of your head.

It wasn't pleasant, to say the least.

So, you decided to finally have a one-sided conversation with the Shape.

If, he lets you, of course.

It took some time, but he came forward, staring at you then the hatch, then back at you, pointing his knife slightly to your only escape.

"I know, I know, I just... Wanted to talk. If it's okay?" You stood up slowly, he lowered his knife to his usual resting position. "I'm sorry. I know it was shitty of me to do that, and I wanted to know if we could just... Go back to the usual trials?" You asked, unsure of his response.

You certainly didn't expect him to slam you against the wall behind you with a hand around your throat. He wasn't choking you, just holding it, as if you were made out of porcelain.

(Which, to be honest, compared to his strengh, your neck could be considered delecate)

You froze. His breathing was deep, but calculated and slow. He then dropped his knife (which was a surprise) and lifted his mask above his lips.

Then with the same fashion you did, he kissed you forcefully.

You stopped breathing for a moment and tensed up.

The kiss ended just as quick as the last one. Then he pulled his mask back down, let go of your neck and left, leaving his knife behind.

You returned to the camp with his knife hidden away, and shocked.

+Pyramid Head: (Ya'll, he has long tongue🤭)

He's been having bad trials lately. Something was wrong, but he didn't know what it was.

Everything just felt... Off.

Then the trial with you happened.

You were new, a complete stranger, and yet, nothing indicated that you were a bad person who deserved to be punished.

Pyramid had this dawning feeling about some survivors, and you were just the same.

Wrong place, wrong time.

He didn't find it in his soul to make people like you suffer. But sometimes. People like you just piss him off.

He finished off Ada, leaving you injured somewhere on the map. He found the hatch before you, but he ignored it and went after the smell of blood.

Then he found you and with a swift motion you were against the wall.

You tried to fight, which pissed him off some more, making him let out some grunts, but nothing made you stop.

So, he had an idea.

On the front of his head, there's a little opening for his tongue to escape.

So, he did just that and stuck it into your mouth.

It was gross, sure, it didn't feel like a normal tongue, but it was an interesting experience (for him too).

When you stopped, he took out his tongue, tossed you on his shoulder and walked back to the hatch, then he dropped you and left.

He started at his reflection for hours, not knowing WHY he just... Did what he did. But kept that in mind to do it again.

Pyramid could smell the sweet sweet arousal from you, which gave him images he never did and a new hard problem to deal with.

Screw you. (Affectionatelly)

+Evan MacMillan:

Evan had a feeling someone was down in the basement, and he was right. You were there, with your newly found flashlight, frozen in place as he took up the place in the only way for you to escape.

He knew it was over for you, so he took a step toward you, but was met with something hitting his square in the forehead, harshly.

Trapper was stunned the moment you threw a flashlight at him, hitting him on his mask and cracking the top layer off of it.

He almost dropped his weapon at the impact.

He just stood there at the stairs of the basement while you looked between the flashlight on the floor and him, mortified.

Evan huffed and marched to you, which made you let out a panicked noot noot and tried to avoid his reach, which was useless.

He grabbed you, but he didn't expect to be met with the sheer force of adrenaline from you and be slammed against the hooks pillar (is it a pillar???).

You grabbed his mask, threw it away, grabbed his face and kissed him.

He just froze up, not knowing what in the nine Hells he's suppose to do.

Then, you were running away.

The kiss was... Something else for him. Which made him hide in the basement, and just rethink his life decissions.

[luxthestrange]

Incorrect quotes#940 You fell first he fell HARDER-

Mc, in Thirteen's Room, pacing: Omg. Omg. I just kissed him, I kissed Raphael-

Thirteen: Finally, Honestly, I'm surprised it took this long

Mc, still pacing: What if he doesn't like me back...I mean he is an angel and I'm a human!? What if I messed up our friendship and he never talks to me again? Is he even into humans?-

Meanwhile

Raph, sat with Michael: Mc and I kissed...

Mich: Took you long enough~

Raph: I want to marry them

Mich:...I think you missed a few steps-

[nothomegal]

Can you draw some RZ Michael Myers. Maybe like doing his hair. Since Michael is a lot taller than the person doing his hair so maybe Michael is like on his knees or something as they were doing their hair. Sorry if thats confusing. You don't have to do this but if you do thank you!

Sure I can Anon! And (Y/N) managed to find a way to make it work.

Mikey may look angry as shit, but he's totally okay with it. In fact, he starts to feel very ✨bonita✨

Plus, getting his hair brushed is quite relaxing... Won't mind if (Y/N) does that again.

[plasmabull]

Big brain activity rn >:3

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

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

(Based on this image) (me right now)

[fandomwritingbit]

If you're looking for something with Michael afton, may I propose cockwarming at his "dangerous" job 🤭

Hola, so Mike's working a nightshift trying not to die and you're being a little nightmare.

smut and frustration with gn reader below the cut, hope you enjoy and thanks for the req!

This was such a bad idea, was the main coherent thought circling Michael's brain. He'd told you a million times how dangerous this job was, how missing a small movement or change in pattern could result in one of these nightmarish creatures winding up in the office.

Yet still, at getting him alone you'd immediately begin playing with him. Looking at him with those eyes that told him exactly what you were thinking, half-lidded and naughty, instantly stirring him. You'd palmed him over his uniform, teasing him to the point of no return where he couldn't concentrate for the sensation of your hand on his cock.

You'd crawled your way on his lap, straddling him, making him absolute putty and swarmed with the memory of how pretty you look bouncing up and down on him. And he had to give you what you wanted.

The trouble was that even stuffed inside you, your greedy walls tight around him, he still had to keep his mind on work. And that became impossible whenever you moved, your moans too distracting. He couldn't cope.

"Please, Mikey. You feel so good, let me-"

"Can't." he breathed into the side of your head, one hand holding you against him, the other on the mouse flicking between the cameras. He prayed to whatever god would receive it not to miss anything.

He ground his hips against you only once, almost to show you he would if he could, but your desperate noises made it a proper fight to not pound up into you.

You groan against him in protest as he stills underneath you. He's so big and your hole was salivating around him eager for action, anything to end the frustration pooling in your stomach. You lace your fingers in his hair, playing with it just how he likes, trying to prompt him anyway you can.

"Just be patient, you're driving me crazy." he chastises, trying to sound playful but it reeked of desperation. He wants nothing more than to give relief to you and himself but right now, you'd both have to be content with the fullness of him nestled inside you.

[joshfutturman]

'no place to run, you pull the trigger of my love gun' 18+

oneshot - billy is on edge, and you love to tease him when he's on edge. you find a gun in his waistband and realise you're kinkier than you thought. (4.6k words & set before the events of the movie) pairing - billy (burn 2019) & gn!reader (reader is described as being wet) tags - oh here we go guys this is a lot :3 - gun play, a lot of degradation from billy, slut/whore mentions, blowjob, choking kink, gun kink, threatening kink, gun is held to head and put in mouth, angry!billy, pre-established relationship, dom!billy sub!reader, fingering on a table, fingering while standing, wet mentions, slight pain, slapping, orgasm denial, orgasm control, missionary ig?

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

you knew you were fucking in for it later. you could tell by the way billy was pacing around the apartment, his heeled boots clicking distinctively with every step he took. his thumb nervously rubs over his bottom lip, his other hand hooked firmly through a belt loop in his jeans. you can't help but stare from the sofa, mesmerised by the way his shoulder muscles tensed with each step.

billy's temper had always been an issue and on days like these, that was extremely apparent. but he didn't scare you, he never could. because you knew that under that triple denim layer lay something a little softer, not that it came out all that often. you liked him when he was angry.

.・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・. .・。.・゜✭・.

what was it this time? did he owe more money? piss off the wrong group of guys? whatever it was, you'd never seen him quite this tense.

your lips part, a slight smirk as you begin to speak. something half-hearted and laced with desire. but billy catches you before you can make a sound.

"don't, just fucking don't." he snaps, stopping in front of you and pointing a finger. you feel yourself sink further back into the sofa, the material giving in to your movements.

but you can't wipe the smirk forming. and that only serves to fuel billy's fire. he thins his eyes.

"this funny to you?" he asks as he sneers in disbelief that you're somehow finding this amusing.

you shake your head, unable to wipe the smirk no matter how hard you try.

he laughs, rubbing his chin as he nods, pursing his lips. "ah, right. . ." all at once, he's in your space, gripping your jaw roughly to force you to look up at him. "cause i thought i saw a smirk on those pretty little lips of yours, must have been seein' things, huh?"

his strong grip forces you to make eye contact and you gasp at the touch, neck craned back. "wasn't smirking. . ." you mumble out in a lie, your cheeks squeezed together slightly making your words muffle from his grasp.

"such a bad liar," he grins, bringing his face down close to yours, "you think i'm fucking dumb?"

"no. . ." you breathe out shakily, feeling like your whole body ached for his touch like he set you alight just by touching you.

his eyes glare, a hint of lust sparkling just behind them. the room was silent spare the small breaths exchanged between the two of you as billy considered his next move.

and his next move was pulling you into a deep, sloppy kiss. your mouth obediently opens for him, his tongue slipping inside with ease as his grip on your jaw grows tighter. this earns a small squeak from you and he grins, exhaling into your mouth. the way your neck was craned so far back made it uncomfortable, but you liked uncomfortable.

all at once, he's pushing you away roughly, letting go and standing up straight. he wipes your combined spit from his lips with the back of his hand and runs his tongue over his bottom lip.

you lay back, panting softly as you stare up at him with wanting eyes, reeling a little from the kiss. your eyes glance down to his crotch then back into his eyes, silently telling him what it is you truly want.

he arches an eyebrow and anyone else would think he was looking at you with disgust, but you knew billy. he loved this game.

"can't help yourself can you?" he bites his bottom lip as he takes all of you in, studying your body, "so fuckin' needy, even when my patience is wearing thin with you."

you spread your legs slowly, your hands tracing down your thighs.

but he's seen enough.

billy grabs you by the front of your shirt, forcing you to stand. "fucking- come here." he practically growls, throwing you towards the shoddy kitchen table. you yelp and stumble back, your backside resting against the wood as he makes no delay in approaching you.

gripping your thighs, he pushes you up on the table and places a firm hand on your throat as he slots between your legs. "you like workin' me up, don't you?" billy hums, leaning in to pepper rough kisses along the side of your neck, squeezing it with his hand making you gasp. his stubble rubs at your skin, burning your sensitive skin.

you can't even form a single thought, nevermind give him an answer to his rhetorical question.

he nips on your neck, causing you to squeal, "answer me."

"y-yes. . ." you exhale slowly, swallowing hard against his grip.

billy gives a contented hum at your answer like he didn't already know it. your hands begin to snake down his chest to find his belt buckle, but he swats your hand away before you can get anywhere close.

"don't." he hisses, before diving his free hand into your shorts, immediately bypassing your underwear without a second thought. your mouth slips open as his fingers glide against your slick heat, already soaking his digits. he grins against your neck. "already so wet for me, pathetic."

you murmur out something incoherent, a half-defence that's drowned out by a moan when he slips a finger inside of you. his cool silver ring feels so good against your hot, aching walls.

"shut your fuckin' mouth," billy growls, "wanna hear how wet you are."

you promptly close your mouth with one last whimper, breathing shakily through your nose as your eyes trail up to the ceiling. his finger pumps in and out, creating soft slick noises that are barely audible. billy's breath hitches in his throat when he hears it and he lets out a breathy laugh as he brings his head up to look at you.

"how long you been thinkin' about this? since i walked through the door?" he asks, biting his bottom lip with a smirk, "or. . . oh, did i interrupt you? were you already workin' on yourself?"

you shake your head, holding back a moan as he slips another finger inside.

"so fuckin' tight, fuck. . ." his fingers speed up, not for your pleasure but for his as he enjoys the way you writhe against him as his hand squeezes on your neck.

"billy, please -" you begin to say, but he slips a third finger inside and you let out a long drawn-out moan.

his face comes close to yours, your lips practically touching, "what did i fucking say? shut the fuck up."

but how could you not moan or beg when he was working you this good? you instinctively spread your legs wider and this only increases the pleasure as you melt back against the wood of the table that creaks under you.

and you can't help it, another moan rings from your lips and you reach for his belt buckle once more. desperate for his cock.

billy's eyes widen and he pushes you back on the table with force to stop you, pinning you down by your neck as your back makes a thud against the wood of the table. "do you not listen? are you fuckin' stupid?" he spits out, gritting his teeth as his fingers plunge deeper, curling into you almost painfully.

your body gives in to him, resting back against the table as you feel your airflow cut off even further with his grip.

eyes practically rolling back when he slips his fingers out of you, your mouth is stuck half open as you feel empty. finally, he was going to fuck you. but before he can stop you this time, your hands begin to trail towards his belt once more - until you feel something. . .

your hands land on something behind his waistband, something hard. your eyes widen and meet his as he removes his hand from your neck to reach out to grip your wrist tightly in an effort to stop you. but then, he allows you to remove the object whilst still in his grip, a small silver revolver gun. once it's in your hands his jaw clenches as he watches you turn it over.

billy takes the gun from you carefully, but you continue to eye it with keen interest as you lean up on your elbows, a flush falling across your cheeks. and this doesn't go unnoticed by him. the air is filled with thick tension.

tentatively, he points it towards you with a grin to gauge your reaction. you tilt your head up slightly and glance from the gun to him, before leaning in, tongue slipping from your mouth to lick along the cold metal at the tip. his expression melts into one of surprise and desire as he watches you.

"god, you're such a dirty fuckin' whore. . ." he exhales and pushes it further towards your mouth to encourage you, ". . .keep goin'."

and you oblige, your tongue lapping over the gun lazily as you look up at him. billy could feel his heartbeat pick up in his chest, his free hand coming down to place on your hip. you looked so good like this, his mind completely clouded with thoughts of fucking your brains out. his cock aches inside his boxers against his jeans, begging to spring free and delve into you.

"get up," he suddenly snaps, stepping back, catching you by surprise, "c'mon, move." billy isn't best pleased with how you don't immediately spring into action, so he reaches out and pulls you by your waistband which causes the fabric to tear slightly, forcing you to stand up once more.

he lowers the gun, reaching out to give you a quick passionate kiss before he pushes you towards the bedroom. you stumble, gripping the wall to balance yourself as you try to focus on walking. but all you can think about is how he looked as you lapped obediently at the gun, the way his fingers felt inside of you. . . fuck.

another push, his hand firm on your back as you scramble forward. "i said move!" he yells, pulling his belt buckle and throwing the belt over his shoulder. you glance over your shoulder as you watch billy slowly undress and make your way into the bedroom.

your eyes find the bed in the dimly lit room and you pause just long enough for billy to catch up to you. his hand snakes around your stomach and he pulls you close. his jacket is gone, and so is his belt, the zipper of his jeans catching on the small patch of skin that's exposed at your back above your shorts.

you melt back against him, looking up with a dazed expression. "not fast enough," billy tuts and shakes his head, "that desperate for my cock that you can't even make it a few steps to the bed?"

and you nod. this makes him laugh as you feel the gun press against your temple as his hand stays planted firmly on your stomach. "use your words."

"yes. . ." you whine and swallow hard, the threat from the gun almost too hot to bear.

his hand slides beneath your underwear and shorts once more, this time focusing on your bundle of nerves. your legs nearly buckle immediately, billy never wasted any time. you reach out to place a hand on the wall to steady yourself. he comes close to your ear, "can't even stand straight. . . i'm hardly touching you."

but all you wanted was for him to be inside of you, so fucking badly. your legs shake and your breaths come out in quick bursts as the pleasure builds. his fingers slowly circle your most sensitive spot, grinning as he feels you writhe against him. he pushes the gun against your temple almost painfully.

"you like this, don't you?" he asks, referring to the gun as you let out a loud moan, "like it when i threaten you?"

"god yes. . ." you reply.

it shouldn't come as a surprise to billy that you were into this, you'd both done some pretty kinky stuff - but he somehow still can't help but be surprised. he didn't expect the gun to come in handy in more ways than one. when it came time to use it, it was going to be extremely hard for him not to picture your tongue, wet, all over it.

his dick throbs at the thought.

"i'm gonna fuck you till you can't think straight," he whispers into your ear, slowing down his fingers to an agonising pace, "you're gonna be beggin' me to stop cus it'll be too much for you to handle."

you shake your head, pleading in moans. you could handle anything he gave you.

"ah. . . always so confident, aren't you?" he pants in your ear, "you're fucking irritating, always talkin' back." with his words, you feel your wetness grow, struggling to even think straight. right against your ear he continues, "i'll shut you up."

and with that, his hands slip from you as you whine, he's pushing you forward towards the bed and forcing you to sit. you're pouting. that fucking look you give him drives him wild. his hand raises to give you a swift smack across the cheek and you gasp as it stings, looking back up at him, biting your lip as the pain only increases your pleasure.

"open that pretty mouth of yours," he commands, shuffling his jeans and boxers down a little to spring his cock free. billy hisses as the cold air hits it, but the relief balances it out. your eyes trail down to his dick, watching in awe of its girth and how hard he is. but you remember what he asked of you, and you open your mouth, letting your tongue hang out a little.

"good. . ." he says as he grins, stepping forward to press the gun against the side of your head, "now suck it."

and fuck, you do. you take him slowly into your mouth and his head falls back, a large moan spilling from his lips like it feels like heaven. he bites his lip to avoid calling you soft pet names, coaxing you and encouraging you with words like 'baby'.

you struggle to take him in all the way, eyes watering as he hits the back of your throat. his head tilts down to look at you, his mouth half open and brow covered in sweat. he swears he can almost cum on the spot just from looking down at you, his cock stuffed into your mouth, his revolver pressed to the side of your pretty little head.

"fuck. . ." he pants, pulling his hips back and pumping into your mouth with a few thrusts. you take it like a champ, bringing your hands up to place on the skin exposed at his stomach, feathering your hands across the hair there.

"takin' it so fuckin' good. . ." billy swallows hard and looks at you through hooded lids, "you're fuckin quiet now, aren't you? can't talk with my dick in you? that's what i fuckin' thought. god. . ."

and you're behaving so well for him, taking his cock in and out of your mouth at his pace which he's speeding up bit by bit. it's not enough for him, and he grips your hair with his free hand, pumping a little rougher.

your eyes widen and the tears roll down your cheeks from the pressure, letting him use you. the cool metal against your temple has you reeling.

and then he pulls back, pulling himself from your mouth quickly. drool rolls down your chin as you simply look up at him with a dazed expression. this makes him chuckle and he lets go of your hair roughly, pushing you back. "get your fuckin' clothes off."

you obey almost immediately, scrambling to remove your clothes until you're sitting pretty and waiting for him on the bed, fingers curling into the sheets. he watches you, hungry, removing his shirt and tossing it to the other side of the room.

he kneels on the bed, inching closer to you, not bothering to completely remove his jeans or boxers - he didn't have the patience for that. spreading your legs apart with his calloused hands, one hand still firmly holding the revolver, he eyes you like you're a toy he can play with. his breath hitches in his throat as he feels his cock brush against you, still wet with your spit.

"please-" you begin to whine.

his hand is on your throat again, this time rougher, so rough it makes you yelp. "shut. . . the fuck. . ." he leans into you, pushing the gun against your lips, "up. . ."

he grins as he pulls the gun from your lips, trailing it down your stomach until it comes to your heat, sliding it across it. you twitch at the cold material and let out a shuddered moan, he lets you moan this time - watching as you react as he prods it against you.

billy slides the gun back up along your stomach, along your torso and back up to your lips. "taste yourself." he commands.

you feel heat surge to your core, feeling the way he brushes against you and the way he degrades you driving you absolutely wild with desire. opening your lips slightly, he pushes the tip of the gun inside as he watches closely. billy mutters a soft 'fuck' under his breath as he watches how obedient you are to him.

"now, you're gonna take my cock however i give it to you," he nods, talking like you're stupid, "yeah?"

you nod and let out a soft moan in response, unable to talk as your tongue flicks over the harsh metal.

"good. . ." billy hums and removes his hand from your neck to position his hard dick at your needy hole. his breath hitches in his throat as he slides it up and along, teasing you before plunging in all the way. you arch your back, brows knitting together as he finally stuffs you full.

he pulls back before plunging in again, letting out a soft grunt before he places his hand on your lower belly, feeling the way your body reacts to his thrusts. "see the way you take me in so easily?" billy smirks, looking down as he watches his cock disappear inside of you. you sit up to watch too, elbows shaking as you try to support yourself with them.

"ah, can't answer me can ya?" there's a grin evident on his face as he pushes the revolver a little further into your mouth, causing you to swallow hard.

the way he's plunging in and out of your desperate, slick hole while talking down to you like dirt - there's something about the way he does it that makes you crazy for him. his pace is slow at first, not even looking you in the eye as he admires the way you take him in. it's agonising.

wet noises fill the room, filling the gaps between your soft, incoherent moans and billy's rough grunts. he glides in and out, out and in, so easily, like you were made for him. the pleasure starts to build, slowly at first - but then billy's eyes trail up your body to meet your gaze and it sends a surge of heat to your core.

he grins at this, loving the effect he has on you. his hand moves from your belly, settling on your soft neck again and squeezing as he leans closer to you, hunched over your body as he keeps fucking you slowly. "that feel good?" he asks breathily.

"mh-" is all you can answer with the gun in your mouth, letting out soft gasps in between.

billy removes the gun from your mouth, admiring your spit all over it before pressing it under your chin, squeezing your neck harder. "speak up."

"yes!" you cry out, body shuddering as your head tilts up from the pressure of the gun, "god. . ."

he's fucking into you a little harder now, thrusts coming in deep and heavy as he smacks against you, driving you into the bed as it squeaks under the pressure. "such a good little slut for me, aren't you?" billy bites his lip, "acting smart till you're stuffed full with my cock and a gun to your head. . ."

each word causes you to moan out, wrapping your legs around him in an attempt to get him closer. your hands come up to rest on the sides of his neck, mouth stuck open as moans continue to spill out of you at a rapid pace. he raises an eyebrow at you.

"m' . . . billy i'm. . ." struggling to form even the smallest sentence. his cock, relentless and hard, pumps in and out even harder, causing your legs to start shaking. your walls are tightening around him, causing him to whimper a little.

he realises you're close, too close and he laughs breathily, "oh no you don't, don't you fuckin' dare cum."

your eyes widen and you shake your head, "p. . . please!" you whine, throwing your head back as you feel the edge creeping closer.

billy thrusts inside of you roughly and stops, filling you and staying completely still.

it feels like the breath has been sucked from you as you stare up at him in shock, breaths falling from your lips as you feel the pleasure you were chasing so hard begin to slip away.

"you're not cumming until i say so, got it?" billy says, a little sadistic twinkle in his eye as he presses the gun to your chin a little harder, causing it to hurt.

"but-"

he practically growls at this response, hand squeezing around your neck even harder as it cuts your words off. "don't fuckin' talk back to me."

you nod a little and bite your bottom lip, at his mercy.

billy relaxes as you give in to him, smirking as he places gentle kisses along your jaw, "good. . . see how good you can be for me?"

you whine a little, your walls instinctively fluttering around him and this causes him to moan against your jaw. it's like music to your ears. you do it once more and he can't help it, he needs to fuck you again.

his hips begin moving on their own, slow at first and then working up into a fast pace. billy sits up a little, his arm outstretched to keep a hold of your neck as he pushes the gun against your forehead. his hips work diligently, back and forth as his cock plunges deep. you can tell he's close by the dazed expression on his face.

you almost want to ask him to cum inside you, to fill you as much as he possibly can - but you think better of it, waiting for the right moment.

arms falling to the side, you let your hands rest above you, almost signifying you giving yourself to him completely as your legs tighten around him. and fuck. . . you feel it building again, an orgasm that threatens to completely destroy you.

billy can feel it too, the way your hole twitches with need, clamping down on him with each thrust. he picks up the pace to an almost painful speed, causing you to throw your head backwards.

"cum inside me!" you call out, unable to hold yourself back anymore, "fuck, please baby!"

"since you. . . since you asked so nicely," he grins and groans, feeling his muscles tighten around his stomach. fuck, he really was gonna explode inside of you soon.

"just hold out a little longer," he coos to you, "take it." and his grip on your throat loosens as he tilts his own head back, chasing his pleasure. his dick twitches, aching for release as it glides inside your velvet heat.

his head snaps down, the slapping noises filling the air as he keeps going, knowing it hurts but also knowing that you just fucking love it. he looks into your eyes, you're practically dying to cum.

billy leans down, hunching over you once more. his lips are close to yours as he listens to your sweet moans fill the space between you two. "you close?" he asks with a grin, already knowing the answer.

"mhm!" is all you can say, willing yourself not to cum just from the way his voice goes gruff at times like these.

"you gonna cum all over this dick?" he continues, teasing you.

"yes!" you whine, feeling the frustration build as you approach the edge, pleasure building as his cock slams in and out of you.

his grin widens as he slides the gun to the side of your head, "then fuckin' cum for me, cum all over me as i fuck you like the little whore you are."

and those words, jesus, those fucking words send you cascading off the edge. the orgasm rips its way through your body, causing your back to arch and your body to spasm. your legs tighten around him, your hole clamping down and attempting to milk his cock dry. over and over, you pulse around him as explosive moans leak from your lips.

instead of keeping his speed, he increases to an impossible pace, pressing his forehead to yours. "oh fuck, baby, fuck. . ." he pants as he rides your climax, swallowing hard and feeling the way you writhe against him. before he knows it, his cock is pumping ropes of cum into your tight, fluttering hole.

the sensation drives you crazy, eyes rolling back as you cry out. the way he's whimpering against you, the way his dick is twitching as he pushes his load deeper with every thrust. . . it was almost too much to handle. you start to see stars, your vision clouding with pleasure.

it all begins to slow, his thrusting slowing with each shaky moan as he eventually collapses against you. your body still twitches a few times involuntarily, trying to come back down from that high. his weight is welcomed, almost grounding you as his head finds your chest.

your hand comes up to his cheek and one on his hair, gently running through his locks as you sigh shakily.

"fuck, needed that. . ." billy mumbles, closing his eyes.

you almost laugh, "yeah, i could tell." it seems like most of the tension he was holding seemed to be mostly gone now or at least calmed. you loved helping him like this, plus, it was a bonus that in order to fix it: he had to fuck your brains out. a win-win.

he rolls over off you and lays on his back, looking at the ceiling with sweat covering his brow. his hair is dishevelled, with small parts that are usually slicked back now coming down in soft curls at sections. he looked beautiful like this.

your eyes trail down to find the gun still in his hand and you take it, him giving it up easily as he's already half asleep. opening the chamber, you see it's empty and you can't help but grin.

"what? you want me to actually accidentally blow your brains out while i'm fucking your brains out?" he looks at you with a smirk through sleepy eyes.

you pause for a moment, "maybe." you grin again.

"you're a fuckin' freak. . ." billy laughs.

"and you love it."

billy rolls his eyes, turning to wrap you into an embrace as he kisses your forehead, "i do."

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‧₊˚ dedicated tags: @helen-on-earth @boonam @sun-spider13 @laurrrelise @sammygirlism @sleepyhutcherson‧₊˚ ily all sm!! thank you!

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[marksbear2]

Hiii Mark!! I love your fics on this account and the old one and I was wonder could you make a Michael Myers x male reader. It doesn’t have to have plot it could just a smut!! I love you so much and have nice day!! ❤️

MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

I’m trying to learn how to write bottom reader better, since I have a few requesting asking for bottom reader though I suck at it and I s mostly write for top.

⚠️Warnings!!- Detailed Smutt!! Big dick Michael, bottom reader, no pronouns used for reader but amab reader, rough, no affection, multiple creampie, knife mentioned, multiple rounds, no mercy, and etc.⚠️

Your vision was getting blurry from the pleasure, you forgot about all sense of your surroundings, and the only thing your mind was focused on was the big dick moving back and forth inside you.

Michael had a hard grip onto your hair pushing your head down into the bed while his other hand gripping onto your hip. 

Though vision blurry you could make out the blood soaked kitchen knife right in Michael’s arm reach. 

The sound of your moans and whines and also your bare skin slapping against Michael’s Coveralls. The zipper was down to the mechanic outfit so his chest and stomach was exposed. His movements were fast and uncaring. He didn’t care that he already came in your hole many times during the night. 

Your hole was leaking out his cum, your breathing was very as he thrusted relentlessly. He had no sign of being tired or looked like he was stopping soon.

Your cock also had cum drizzling out of it, cum leaking out of the tip as it hanged in between your legs untouched. Every time you try to catch a glimpse of Michael he’d shove your head down back into the bed. But whenever you did manage a quick glance to behind he has his mask up over his mouth breathing heavy, but quietly as he thrusted deeper. 

With legs trembling and also with your back arching you were overwhelmed. His large dick would thrust and graze your prostate like it was nothing as be thrusted faster and deeper.

Large hands on your hips would tug and pull your body down on his cock not caring if you wanted to or not. Your hip started to get a hand print, from how harsh and strong he was holding you.

Your lower body began to give out, you couldn’t even hold up your ass up anymore as your legs were shaking. Soon enough your hips fell down on the bed as you held the sheets for dear life. 

You quietly moaned and whimpered begging for him to stop, but you just felt his cold look through the mask, the pleas and begs to stop falling deaf to his ears.

As you gave out he stared down you menacing as he pulled out of your cum full hole. He let go of your hip and pulled his back dish before using the now free hand to jerk off your cock he slowly mounted on top of you and began to rub his wet creamy cock against your ass. 

He moved his cock up and down against your cheeks before eventually finding your hole again and thrusting fully inside.

You let out a raspy loud moan as he went back to fucking you relentlessly. Your head was spinning as the hand he was using to hold your hand went to your throat wrapping his large hand around your throat.

He pressed his chest against your naked bare back as he drilled his cock inside of you. You could feel his balls slap against your ass harshly as he pounded inside of you not holding anything back.  

He haven’t squeezed or tightened his grip yet, he just kept it there fucking you deeply and roughly.

His full weight against you as he was mounting on top of you. 

Your legs were tangled with his own, his clothed legs forcing your legs down so you couldn’t escape from him. You felt his boots against your feet as squirmed around.

As you moaned louder and louder the hand around your throat tightened its grip. Not even to hurt you or make you pass out just enough for you to know who’s in charge. 

You could feel the cold mask against your neck and ear as he was on top of you. You could swear that you feel his cock bulging inside of your stomach. You moaned louder and louder as you came again, white steaks of cum spurting out of your cock while you struggled to your eyes open. 

Your mouth hanged open as you panted and tried to keep your breathing steady. Your hips squirmed and trembled as you came untouched, you were embarrassed from how many times you already orgasmed from just getting fucked in the ass. 

Your was squeezed around his cock as you tried to ride out your orgasm. 

Your face was flushed as your eyes began to roll back from pleasure. 

With sudden movement Michael went up and began to actually choke you as he thrust became animalistic as his boots dig against the bed. Your breaths got chocked as you gasped and such as his hand tightened.

With his groans and deep grunts becoming more audible. He drilled his cock deeper then ever shooting his load into you once more. 

You began to feel light headed as you couldn’t breathe properly and fully. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth as you felt his cum from the previous rounds leak out of you. Your hole overfilling with his seed, as Michael thrust got slow but still hard he finally rode out of his orgasm as he let go of your throat.

But still, after all this time. You still felt his hard cock pulsing his cum inside you. And with the look you could feel from behind you. Michael showed no signs to being close to done.

Letting go of your throat Michael used both his hands to hold both of your arms pulling them back raising you up from the bed as he went back to drilling his cock inside you.

The headboard banged and hit against the wall as the bed squeaked.

With your arms behind you getting pulled in a strong and rough grip you looked in front of you in daze looking at Michael’s blood soaked knife.

You could feel the cum leak down onto your thighs and landing on the sheets below. 

Your mind was fuzzing and almost turning blank as he began to destroy you physically and mentally with his cock.

THE END

[pastelclovds]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

rating: teen

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

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

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

Michael

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

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

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

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

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

All in all, mission success.

Danny

"Like how slow?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Pyra

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bubba

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

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

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

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

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

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

Frank

"You're joking, right?"

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

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

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

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

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

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