#michael myers x reader x corey cunningham

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Say yes to heaven (say yes to me) ❞

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

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

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

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

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

Throwing you in the picture? Chaos erupts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Helping him shave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your boyfriends are velcro boyfriends though, good luck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[provokedgoalie]

this pic makes me unhinged

[screamiac]

(AFAB reader)

Y/N throwing themselves onto the bed : I have cramps.

Slasher, lowkey flirting : You know what could help with that?

Y/N, dramatically, face buried into a pillow : Killing myse-

Slasher : nO-

[djorgcre]

this is my meal i call this ✨girl dinner✨

[phntmeii]

✰ Slashers Thoughts on having kids w/ SO

“What do you mean? You only need me.” You’re already taking care of them like they are your child.

Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, PostMichael!Corey Cunningham, RZ!Michael Myers

Doesn’t think they’d make a good parent and would rather not. Can be convinced otherwise over time.

Billy Loomis, PreMichael!Corey Cunningham, Jason Voorhees, OG!Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Is ready to have 16 children on ask. Blatantly is using this as an excuse to get into your pants.

Bo Sinclair, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, Lester Sinclair, Stu Macher

[markhoffmans-certified-slut]

Slashers Respond to you Asking Them “Ass or Boobs?”

Pairing: Slasher Men x f!reader

Notes: I’ve returned. For the time being. It’s been a crap week and I miss my shitty ex so here’s some slashers to try and get my mind off of it! 

Characters in this chapter include: Art, Billy, Stu, Brahms, Corey, Dennis, Mark, Michael, and Pinhead.

You can find the other chapters I’ve written and will continue writing for the texting series here!

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[sonicfanthenightfury5099]

Slashers reacting to Reader eating a Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Note: I've been having these recently, and I decided to write about how Slashers of my choosing reacting to the reader eating a Pb & P sandwich

Jason Voorhees, Michael myers (Og, RZ, and Peepaw), Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, The Sinclair Twins, Lester Sinclair, and Corey Cunningham

Jason Voorhees

What are you eating?

Is that Pickles on that Sandwich with Peanut butter??

Why did you put pickles on a perfectly good pb sandwich?

You offered him if he wanted to try your sandwich, which he politely declined the offer

The week passed, and you made another pb&p sandwich. Jason came up to you and asked if he could a little of it

Lifting up his mask and bit the corner of your sandwich

Now he understands why you like it

He takes his now half to the table to eat it

Michael Myers OG

Watching you making your sandwich, he wanted to hurl from the combination of Pickles and Peanut butter

His ass ate a dog, and he is grossed out of Peanut butter and Pickle sandwich

He's not a Fan of Pickles. The flavor is too gross for him. He will avoid the Pickle jar when he's raiding you fridge and would give you his Pickles slices off his burger so he can eat it

You make him a Pb&J from hearing him gagging from the living room

Definitely appreciated it

Michael myers RZ

He's a picky eater through and through

Would gag when smelling your sandwich you made

Why did you make that??

He would rather have peanut butter and pickles separately

Hell, he would eat peanut butter out the jar

He would make it just for you

Till he had a taste and he now gets it. Sweet peanut butter lessens the pickles vinegar taste

He would be munching on one while he's working

Peepaw Michael Myers

He just grimaced at seeing the combination of the site of Pickles and Peanut butter

What a strange combination of peanut butter and pickles

What's the appeal of the combination of peanut butter and pickles?

As long as you're happy making it, he's still going to grimace

When you're somewhere else, he took some peanut butter in a spoon and grabbed a pickle out of the jar, and tasted them together

He's definitely not a fan of Pickles, but he sees why the combination

But he's not making a sandwich anytime soon

Thomas Hewitt

OK, that's strange

He's not going to judge you

The boy eats people, and he's confused about Peanut butter and pickle sandwich

Luda Mae knows the appeal of it, sweetness of the peanut butter cuts through the vinegar taste of the pickles

Still not going to judge

Brahms Heelshire

Finds it weird

The brat is picky

Won't try it

He'll stick to PBJ instead

Bo Sinclair

Oh God, did Lester get you making those?

Oh, you made those before meeting him

He has seen his little brother make those when he comes by. He said it's really good, Bo thinks it's nasty

Lester has a sandwich buddy now

Bo's still grossed out by you two

Vincent Sinclair

Unlike his brother, Vincent isn't grossed out

He likes cheese and Jam sandwiches

May have tried your sandwich by accident when he was working on his drawing or painting

But he didn't stop eating it

Gave you half of his sandwich

Lester Sinclair

Oh my lord

You like PB&P sandwiches too?

He loves Peanut butter and Pickle sandwiches

He loves you more

He's a Garlic flavor type sweetheart

Like a bit of Louisiana hot sauce on his

Bo is grossed out by both of you now, Pb&P is nasty to him, Vincent is into his Cheese and jam

Corey Cunningham

He's more of a Banana and peanut butter type guy

He's definitely confused by your sandwich

Is that pickles on it?

Are they bread and butter pickles?

He'll have a little taste of it

OK, he see why you like it

He's putting a bit of a jam when he decides to make his own

[luna-charlie]

Y/n: They are perfect in every way, Like they are kind and loving, treats me like a queen AND respectful

S/O : they kill people.....

Y/n : Like I give a shi-

[sisforslashers]

First Time With The Slashers

Synopsis - Your first time with the slashers.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 5.3k.

[Caffeinate Me]

BUBBA SAWYER didn’t really understand what sex was. His sex education had been extremely limited and all he knew was that sex equaled a baby. The man hadn’t even had an erection in his waking life, so when he saw you showering and felt his cock harden and twitch through his trousers, he was very confused. What he did know though, was that he needed to relieve the pressure. He stood still, watching you through the crack in the doorway as he began to palm himself through his trousers. He couldn’t help the soft little whines that escaped his lips and had alerted you to his presence. “Bubba? Is that you?” You asked. Your voice had always been so angelic to Bubba, he almost came straight away. You wrapped the towel around your dripping wet body and opened the bathroom door, coming face-to-face with the giant. “Bubba?” You asked again, catching his attention and looking at his current position: his palm was still over his crotch area as his face, that was not hidden by his mask, flared bright red. He might not know much about sex, but he had a feeling that what he was doing was wrong. He whined again as he continued to move his palm over his erection forcing you to smirk at him. “Do you need some help Bubba?” You asked softly, motioning down to his cock. He tilted his head at you, showing his confusion. You smiled to yourself and grabbed his freehand, dragging him to your small bedroom at the end of the corridor. Bubba allowed you to lead him as thoughts filled his head: what were you doing? Were you not mad at him for peeping on you? Why were you taking him to your room? You shut the door behind him and slowly removed your towel from your body, watching intently for Bubba’s reaction. His eyes widened as he saw your tits come into view, his erection growing harder if that was even possible. He continued to palm his bulge and the softest whimpers fell from his lips.

You stepped out of the towel that had pooled at your feet and walked slowly over to Bubba, stopping just a few inches away from him. You dropped to your knees almost immediately, looking up at Bubba through strands of wet hair as you unbuckled his belt slowly. Bubba shifted uncomfortably as you moved his hand away from his cock and pulled his pants and boxers down. You looked down at his length to see how huge and thick it was before looking back up at him to look for any signs that he didn’t want this. When you saw the anticipation in his eyes, you slowly wrapped your mouth around his length. Despite how big his cock was, you were able to wrap your lips around his entire shaft, nose buried deep within the curls at the base. You flicked your tongue around the tip and up the slit earning a shiver from Bubba above you. As you began to suck methodically, Bubba’s hands found their way into your hair and he slowly began to thrust his hips into your face. Choked moans were slipping from his lips as you continued your movements around his cock, a dull ache in your jaw as you continued to suck wildly. You could feel his balls tighten as you swirled your tongue around his tip again and began to move away, not wanting him to cum just yet. 

“Did you like that, Bubba?” You asked lowly. He nodded in response, biting his bottom lip eagerly as you took his hand once more and led him to the bed. You pushed him down onto the bed softly so he lay on his back, pants still around his ankles. Without any warning, you climbed on top of him slicking your folds against his large thigh as you did. A soft whimper escaped from your lips at the contact and you could feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. Your folds were practically glistening as you began to rub the swollen, red head of his cock against your slit. Bubba let out another loud moan, his body practically shaking with anticipation. You lined the head of his cock up against your entrance and slowly sunk down inch by delicious inch. Bubba’s hands immediately gripped your waist desperately, holding you steady as you descended onto his length. His hands didn’t stay there for long, however, as his large hands came up to cup your tits as you slowly began to bounce. His cock was hitting that place inside of you that lit your body up like a firework and you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach already. “Oh Bubba,” you moaned, throwing your head back. You moved your hips tantalisingly and Bubba couldn’t help but stare at the way your breasts bounced as you moved. He was drooling unapologetically, biting his bottom lip so hard you were worried he was going to draw blood. “You’re so big, you know that? So fucking big,” you whimpered. You wanted to do nothing more than praise him, to let him know that he was making you feel good. 

Bubba let out a grunt in response, his hips jolting up as you continued to move. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as you continued to praise him. Your hands that lay flat on his chest as you steadied yourself turned into fists in his shirt as you felt your release near. Hushed moans left your lips as you continued to bounce, eyes rolling back into your head. “Bubba! I’m cumming!” You cried out, legs beginning to shake as your orgasm washed over you. You squirted over Bubba, his eyes widening as the clear liquid gushed out of you and almost immediately - as he felt your walls tighten around his cock - he let out a wail, his hips stuttering as cum spurted out his tip deep inside of you. His grip on your tits tightened enough to leave finger-tip bruise marks in the coming hours, but you didn’t care as you continued to roll your hips drawing out every last bit of cum from his cock as you could. When you were sure his orgasm was over, you rolled off of Bubba and lay flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You knew that the family would have heard your antics and knew that tomorrow you would be in for a lecture from Luda Mae but you just wanted to savour the moment. You looked at Bubba and smiled softly, your eyes glistening with tears from the post-orgasm bliss. “Are you okay Bubba?” You asked. He looked at you and nodded in reply, continuing to stare at you. “We should do that again at some point, don’t you think?” Another nod. “I think you’re really sweet Bubba,” you said and with that, you closed your eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. Bubba watched you sleeping, his heart pounding in his chest as his mind replayed what just happened before he felt his own eyes getting heavy, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. It wasn’t long before he fell to sleep, dreaming of nothing but your body underneath him, and boy would he surprise you in the morning.

MICHAEL MYERS wasn’t one for sex, or even masturbating, until he met you. He got hard sometimes, mainly after waking up, but never took care of it. It never really became a problem, until he met you. The morning after your first nightly stay over at the empty Myers home, you had woken up to feel Michael’s raging erection pressed firmly against your arse. He stirred as you woke up, thrusting his hips lightly against yours to gain some friction. You smiled to yourself as he continuously moved his hips, digging himself further into you. You decided to slowly turn around to face him. Michaels mask was still on despite him sleeping. You sunk down to his crotch and began to unbutton his overalls, being extra careful not to wake him up just yet. You pulled his cock out of his underwear and saw that he was already leaking pre-cum at the tip, causing you to lick your lips in excitement. You slowly lowered your mouth onto him, and with that Michael shot up. His hands made their way to your hair as he tried to drag you off of him, confusion lacing his face under his mask as he watched you take his length further into your mouth. You shook your head and pulled off of him for a second, “relax Michael, it’ll feel good, I promise.” Michael’s grip on your hair loosened as you popped your lips around his cock once more. He let out a groan as your tongue sweeped his tip and his grip on your hair tightened once more. You stayed like that for another minute, sucking on his cock before Michael moved you up to his mask by your hair. “Ow Michael,” you whimpered and attempted to grab the hands wrapped around your strands of hair. Michael let go and shifted his weight so he was on top of you now, pulling down your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread out before him, ready to be taken. Michael had never thought he would end up in this situation, but it excited him nonetheless. He slicked his tip up against your sopping folds and shuddered at the feeling of your warmth before sinking himself into you. You let out a loud moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Michael wasted no time and began his movements immediately, not giving you time to adjust to his length. His thrusts were sloppy and it was clear that this was his first time, not that you cared. His cock was stretching you so deliciously that you could barely think about anything but the dick that was currently inside your tight cunt. 

You could hear Michael’s shaky breaths from beneath his mask with each thrust and it only made you whimper even more. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he continued his brutal movements. One of his hands flew up to your neck, squeezing it lightly. He was being extremely careful not to hurt you in this moment, no matter how much he wanted too. He wanted to choke you until you were passed out, but he wanted to keep hearing the noises that fell from your lips. It was such a sweet symphony. “Michael,” you choked slightly, tears welling in the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure you were feeling. “Am so fucking close Michael, please,” you cried out. You dropped a hand from around his neck and began to circle your clit desperately, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was then that Michael’s grip around your throat tightened as your walls contracted around him and even though he was unsure of what was happening, he continued his relentless thrusts. Before you could even choke out that you were cumming, you came and hard around Michael’s cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you gushed harder than you ever had before. Michael looked down to see his overalls covered in your juices and tilted his head in confusion, but again, his movements didn’t falter. He was close to his own release and you knew it from how his cock was twitching inside of you. “It’s okay Michael, it’s okay,” you whispered to him, tears now falling from your eyes. He was beginning to overstimulate you now. His second hand flew to your throat so he was choking you with both hands now, barely keeping himself up as he thrusted inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you felt a second release nearing, whimpers shamelessly falling from your lips. “I’m going to cum again Michael, come with me, please!” You begged. 

Michael nodded slightly as his movements sped up, which you didn’t even think was possible. He was fucking you with everything he had now. Within a few more moments, the two of you were cumming together. Your vision spotted as Michael painted your insides with his seed, his hips stuttering and jolting as you felt him shoot his load deep inside of you. And then, his hands removed from your throat and he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. “Michael, you’re crushing me,” you chuckled, tapping his shoulder. Michael nodded and rolled off of you. You had no doubt he was sweating underneath his mask from your activities. You stood up and grabbed your underwear and shorts from the floor before turning to your lover. “You should shower Michael. I’ll make myself something to eat while you do.” Michael nodded and watched as you left the room and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some food. You smiled to yourself as you went about your day and Michael continued to think about the way your face contorted into one of pleasure as he fucked you. When he came home from his nightly killings, he would be sure to give you another good seeing too.

COREY CUNNINGHAM was depraved when it came to you. Out of everyone, Corey is the most knowledgeable about sex although he had never had it before. He was a frequent masturbator though. Stroking his cock every night to lewd thoughts of you; your voice, your face, your body. He would pump his cock to pictures you had posted on social media, admiring your eyes and lips whilst wondering how you would look underneath him, completely fucked out. So one day, when Corey’s family weren’t home, he wasted no time in texting you and ordering you to drop whatever it was you were doing to come and see him. Within fifteen minutes you were at his door, knocking politely. Almost immediately Corey was on top of you, pulling you into his home and pressing your back firmly against the door. His lips kissed yours passionately, hands roaming your body and grabbing at your tits. “Corey,” you whimpered. “Where has this come from?” You asked. 

“Sick of masturbating,” he groaned, pulling away from your lips to stare into your eyes. “Need to have you.” His voice held so much desperation that you didn’t even think about any of the consequences that came with having sex for the first time.

Corey’s hand dropped to yours and he dragged you up the stairs to his bedroom. Of course, you had been in his bedroom countless times. You would cuddle in his bed and watch television, you had even stayed over a handful of times (without his family’s knowledge). The second you stepped foot into his room, Corey had you pushed against the wall. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh that separated him from your jugular vein. You let out a soft noise, one that was comparable to a whimper as his hands continued to roam your body. His need became your need, and soon you were pushing him off you to remove your shirt, throwing it across the room to find later. Corey’s eyes widened as he saw your bra-covered breasts and immediately began to grope them, pulling  your bra down in the process to pinch your nipples. He attached his lips to your neck once more, trailing down to your breasts. He was leaving love bites in his wake, ones that you knew would become purple and bruised. His lips wrapped around your right nipple as his hand played with your left, tweaking at your now puckered nipples. “Corey,” you whimpered, throwing your head back to rest against the door. 

He grinned against your breast before pulling away and looking up at you. His brown curly hair covered his eyes slightly but you could still see them and see the desire that burned in them. “Feel good baby?” He asked softly, tongue darting around your bud. You were unable to speak and just nodded in response, hands flying to his hair to push his face back against your tit. Corey chuckled and continued his assault on your nipple before turning his attention to the left one. When he was satisfied that your tits had had enough attention, he pulled you slowly to his bed, falling backwards and pulling you on top of him. You squealed softly and began to laugh before kissing him slowly. “I need you so badly,” he whispered, biting your bottom lip seductively. 

“I need you too,” you whispered breathlessly. 

Corey smiled and gripped your hips tightly as he stared into your eyes. “Do you want me?” He whispered softly. You nodded, but he shook his head and sighed. “I need to hear you say it.” 

“I want you, Corey,” you whispered softly, embarrassment evident in your voice. 

“Good girl,” he whispered back. He flipped you over so you were now underneath him, licking his lips as watched your expression change to one of surprise. He tugged your trousers down and grinned at your lace underwear. “Were you expecting this?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You didn’t reply, instead you just nodded shyly and watched as Corey kissed down your chest and to the start of your underwear. He stopped and looked up at you, looking for signs of hesitation. When he found none, he slowly pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. You squirmed lightly underneath Corey’s gaze as his fingers trailed down your wet slit. You jumped at the sudden contact but before you could protest, he slipped a finger inside of your tight hole. You let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as his finger began to move inside of you slowly. He added a second finger quickly and watched as you bit your bottom lip to suppress your whimpers. “Let it out baby, no one can hear us.” You nodded and let out a loud moan as Corey curled his fingers inside of you. “Got to get you ready for me baby,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement and gripped the sheets as he continued to plough his fingers into you at a rapid pace. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Corey’s gaze lingered on your cunt, admiring how you sucked in his fingers. “God baby, your pussy is so greedy.” 

You whimpered in response, squirming lightly as his fingers continued to move inside of you. Your hips moved automatically, almost as if you were riding his fingers, desperate to get yourself off. You felt your orgasm coming close and you attempted to close your legs. “Corey, no. Stop. I’m going to cum!” 

“Cum for me baby,” he growled, speeding his fingers movements up. You nodded and immediately came over his fingers with a shameless moan. Corey’s eyes seemingly sparkled as he watched you, biting his bottom lip as he felt your cunt clench around his two fingers. When you had finished cumming, Corey pulled out his fingers with a pop and licked them seductively whilst maintaining eye contact. You screwed your eyes shut tight to avoid any further embarrassment, but Corey grasped your chin forcing you to open your eyes open. “Look at me, princess.” 

You nodded and looked directly into Corey’s eyes as he shimmied his pants and underwear down. His cock was huge and his tip was bright red, it looked hot to the touch. “Let me repay the favour,” you whispered softly, looking down at his crotch area. 

Corey shook his head. “No princess. Perhaps another time, right now I want to be inside of you.” 

You nodded in response and lay back on the bed, waiting for Corey to make his next move. He climbed on top of you and smiled down at you, slicking his cock up between your folds as he lubricated himself with your juices. You were about to whine in response when suddenly he shoved himself inside of you without warning. You let out a screech as he penetrated your walls, now balls deep inside of you. “Give me a second Corey,” you whimpered out, nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to his length. He nodded in response and gave you a few seconds before moving slowly. At first, his pace was methodical and slow, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you clenching around him. Corey’s mouth hung open as he began to fuck you harder and faster, a bit of drool collecting at the side of his mouth. Your pussy felt so good around him, he couldn’t help himself. You were a whining mess as he continued his movements, desperate to feel more of him. “Faster please,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip. Corey nodded and complied, his pace becoming rougher and less calculated. The moans tumbled past your lips, and your legs wrapped around his waist, angling himself deeper into you and hitting just the right spot. “Oh God. I’m cumming again,” you cried out, legs shaking violently as you came over his cock. 

“Good girl,” Corey whispered into your ear, his face dipping to your neck and peppering it with soft, feather-like kisses. “Gonna cum too baby. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, please!” You begged shamelessly. 

Corey nodded slightly and without any hesitation or thoughts about the consequences, he came inside of you with jagged thrusts. You whimpered as you felt him shoot inside of you and relaxed when he had finished. “That was incredible,” Corey whispered to you, pulling out of you and pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “Better than anything I’ve imagined.” 

You smiled softly at him and nodded, “I agree.” 

“Do you want to stay the night? My family won’t be back until the evening tomorrow,” Corey asked sheepishly, almost as if he hadn’t just fucked the life out of you. You nodded and chuckled at his nervousness, easing him slightly. His eyes turned slightly dark as you nodded and he whispered in your ear “you’re in for a long night.” You gulped and blushed at his words, realising what he meant. He’d be having you screaming his name again and again if he had anything to say about it.

JASON VOORHEES knew nothing about sex other than it was bad, or so, that’s what his mother had taught him. Jason had never experienced an erection or thought about anything sexual in all his life, so when he met you his life was turned upside down. For a few months, you respected his boundaries of no sex. You masturbated to yourself when he was out of the cabin, thinking of all the things you would do to him if he’d just let you. Then, as time moved on, you got more and more daring. You would masturbate in the bathroom or your shared bedroom when he was home, just hoping he’d hear you and sort you out. Alas, it never came. Instead you were barely reaching an orgasm due to your fingers being unable to reach that special place and left confused as to why Jason didn’t want you until one day you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You puffed up your chest and walked into the kitchen where Jason was standing, sharpening his machete. “Why don’t you want me Jason?” You asked loudly, almost confidently. Jason’s head flew in your direction and he cocked it to the side as if asking you what you meant. You wiped some tears away from your eyes. Seeing you so emotion definitely did something to Jason as he dropped his machete straight to the floor and rushed over to you, holding you in his arms tightly. 

What do you mean? What’s wrong? He signed. 

“Why won’t you have sex with me? It’s been months and nothing. You won’t even touch me,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. Jason tilted his head further to the side, his heart clenching in his chest. Truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about how he would initiate a further intimate relationship with you. This was all new to him. You sighed and slumped against his chest, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “Am I not sexy enough for you? Is that it?” You asked. You knew in your heart that that wasn’t the reason, but you still had to ask. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pressure you and I don’t mean too… I just, I want to know why.” Jason looked at you through his hockey mask. He admired your current saddened facial expression and lifted a giant hand up to your face, using his thumb to wipe your tears before signing back to you. 

I have never thought about sex. I am unsure how to initiate such a situation regardless of whether I want it or not. 

You felt your heart tighten. Was he really as clueless as you thought he was when it came to making love? It appeared so. You smiled at him softly, ignoring the remaining tears that stained your cheeks. “If you want to try it, it would make my day,” you whispered softly. 

You really want to have sex? With me? He signed. You only nodded in response, grabbing his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom inside the cabin. Jason followed apprehensively and watched you intensely as you shut the door behind him. You closed the open windows of your bedroom so passers-by wouldn’t hear you before slowly stripping off. Jason was about to sign something to you when his eyes suddenly trailed down to your breasts, almost popping out of his skull. Sure he had seen breasts before, but none of them stirred a feeling inside of him like what he was feeling now. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers as your hand grazed your tits, pulling at your perky nipples. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Jason’s reaction, his body stiffening as his eyes remained focused. 

“Do you like what you see Jason?” You whispered seductively, hands trailing down your body and resting between your legs. Jason nodded as your finger circled your clit slowly, eyes never leaving his form. You let out a soft whimper as the first jolt of electricity shot up your body. “Do you want me baby?” You whispered, fingers working expertly on your bundle of nerves. Jason hesitated but eventually nodded. You walked up to him, still circling your clit and placed your free hand on his chest. Jason gulped and placed his hand on top of yours as his eyes narrowed to between your legs. You smiled gently at him and moved your hand from your clit to his, guiding him to your folds slowly. Jason was still apprehensive as his fingers touched your heat, skimming across your slit. He winced as you guided him to your clit but began to move his fingers in slow motions around your bud. You let out a whimper, one that Jason had never heard come from anybody’s lips. It did something to him. Something awoke in him so primal, he never even expected it. Jason pushed you flat against the door, his eyes boring into your own. “Jason!” You called out in surprise. He, once again, tilted his head to the side and smiled to himself slightly underneath the hockey mask. You grinned as he plunged a meaty finger deep into your core, slowly moving it in and out and blissfully watching your reactions. You squirmed lightly in pleasure as Jason’s finger sped up its pace, hand bumping against you as he did. You called out his name again, silently begging for an extra finger to be added. As if able to read your mind, Jason inserted a second finger stretching you. You could see the outline of his cock through his pants and it was huge. You had the cliche thought of if it would even fit inside your tight tiny hole. Sensing your uncertainty, Jason used his free hand to cup your chin, forcing you to look into the eye holes of his mask. You bit your bottom lip and moaned as he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and manhandled you to the bed, effortlessly throwing you onto it. 

You looked up at him in surprise and watched as he unbuckled his belt quickly, almost as if he was eager to take you. You smiled at him as he pulled his cock out of his underwear. “Jason,” you gasped, mouth watering. “You’re so big Jason.” Jason seemed proud of himself as he grabbed your hand and guided you to his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and began to fist him slowly. He let out a soft little noise and looked down to watch you jerk him off. Biting your bottom lip again, you quickened your pace watching the giant fall apart above you. When you pulled away, Jason whined. “Don’t want you cumming just yet baby,” you whispered softly to him. 

He shrugged and positioned himself on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance. Without warning, he slowly inched himself in and watched as your face contorted with pleasure at the sudden stretch. Not even his large fingers could prepare you for his cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began his movements, slow and careful. You could tell he was concentrating on his movements from the way his mask furrowed. Jason’s hands were on either side of your head as he propped himself up, thrusting into you slowly. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as the force of his thrusts had you bouncing away from him. “Oh God Jason,” you whimpered. You scrunched your eyes shut as you let yourself succumb to the bliss you were feeling. Jason let out a grunt as his hips snapped against yours, his pace quickening with his newfound confidence. Your reactions were sending a jolt through his body and the feeling of your walls around his cock was too much. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was going to cum soon, but you wanted to cum too. You dropped a hand to your clit and desperately began to circle. It wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach tighten… You were going to cum. You continued your movements as Jason continued to smash into you at an unruly pace and suddenly your legs began to shake. “Jason. I’m cumming!” You cried out. Without another word you gushed over his stomach and thighs, Jason’s eyes widened as he watched the fluid drip from you. The sight of your orgasm and the fluttering of your cunt around him sent Jason into a frenzy and before he even knew what was happening, he was cumming himself, shooting his thick load into your womb. He collapsed on top of you, squishing you slightly until you tapped his shoulder alerting him that you were finding it difficult to breathe. Almost immediately he rolled off of you, laying on his side as he watched his cum leak out of you. You were breathing heavily, catching your breath as your vision came back. Following Jason’s gaze between your legs, you chuckled. “You filled me up really good baby,” you cooed, playing with his shoulder. He seemed proud of himself as he puffed out his chest. “I’m going to go for a nap,” you whispered softly. Jason nodded in response, watching as you closed your eyes. Soon enough, you nodded off and Jason was left alone with his thoughts. He felt dirty, but he wanted to do it again. He felt his cock hardening once more as you turned away from him, your ass clearly visible to him. He wondered if you could go again. Should he wake you up or wait? Either way, you were going to get his cock when you woke up. 

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Corey’s hands curling up into your hair as his cock coats your lips in his slick. Corey’s eyes looking down at you, empty and not so much like Corey anymore. Corey’s abdomen clenching in tight pleasure as you swallow him down whole, a groan escaping his plump lips and his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, yes,” he groans. Minutes may have passed since he dragged you down into these sewers…maybe even hours. Seeing you whining like a desperate cock sleeve and with ropes wrapped around your frail wrists makes it hard to keep track of time, really, and— fuck, were you crying?

You were— sweet salty tears dripping down that soft little face, doe eyes looking up at him with so much longing that it made something twinge in Corey’s chest. Maybe he was really losing it this time.

“Ohhh, honey. Don’t cry…” his thumb wipes at a stray tear, brings itself up to his mouth so he can suck it off his finger and drink every ounce of your essence. “Corey’s got you, pretty baby. I’m right here. Cmon now, suck that cock s’more, I know you can…”

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slashers dating slasher reader | erratic!slasher!male!reader | fluff, smut | graphic description of violence, brief mention of animal cruelty in Brahms H. section, mentions of nsfw things |

Amanda Young | Brahms Heelshire | Corey Cunningham | OG!Michael Myers | RZ!Michael Myers | poly!Ghostface (Stu Macher, Billy Loomis) | Sinclair brothers

as a preface, (Y/N) is implied to be erratic and unhinged as a slasher. their s/o's are the only ones who can calm them.

Amanda Young (Saw) -

You didn't fit in her future.

At least, that's what Amanda's initials thoughts are when you two stared down each other from across the parking lot, panting as you held your weapons.

She's heard of you through the news. The infamous (slasher name), the monster that lurks in the shadows and savagely crushes anyone who had the misfortune of wounding up as their victim.

Your methods were unlike hers. Not calculated, not planned, not meticulous - completely erratic, like a hurricane.

But she needs the man that one of you has knocked out in your scuffle. While you? You just saw him walking past you while he was making his way to his car and decided he'd die tonight. She stiffens and reaches back for the gun she brings for emergencies as you straighten up but finds herself bewildered as you begin laughing maniacally.

"Have 'im, Ms Piggy" She sees your grip loosen on your weapon and her fingers uncurl from the handle of the gun. "Ya' clearly need 'im more than I do" and just like that, you're gone. The only thing she hears is her own breathing and her racing heartbeat.

Amanda is feverish about finding you. She reads everything she can and scours wannabe psychos and sociopaths' blogs dedicated to your crimes. (slasher name) becomes an obsession.

When you meet again, you find 'Miss Piggy' eyeing the interiors of your home. She's unsure of what she feels as she imagines you moving about the space but she smiles when you begin chuckling like a hyena and reach for the knife you had on you.

"I need your help, (Y/N)"

"Will it be fun?"

Amanda's smiling under her mask. She's seen your research of her work. The newspaper clippings, paint (or blood) of your theories on the wall (among other 'deranged' scribbles) you were familiar with her.

"Wouldn't have asked if it wasn't".

Fun was an understatement. You were a wildcard, someone that could cost her this entire game but the carnage you spread was so beautiful...she wasn't sure if any device or game she sets up could compare.

You two end up working with each other more and more. Your unpredictability makes the FBI tear their hairs out - you were, ironically, the balance she needed in her scales.

When you two confess to each other, you're soaked in someone else's blood. She approaches you from behind, watching your shoulders and chest rise and fall.

You lick the blood from your lips, your smile stretching over your cheeks looking almost uncomfortable.

Her eyes flick to your lips then up to your eyes.

"Come 'ere, Miss Piggy" she leans in and you meet her halfway.

Most would argue that you would be the worst guy to be in a relationship with.

They're wrong.

Amanda knows the ins and outs of your twisted heart because you bare it to her as it beats for her in your palm.

She doesn't take advantage of it. Tests it? Sure, just to feel more secure, but never to the point where you doubt her love for her.

Amanda thinks your ingenuity and creative mind is her favourite part of you (among other things).

You've jokingly told her she could split your skull open to get those ideas fresh - she giggles and you gather her in your arms.

Amanda leaves the window of your bathroom unlocked. Just for you. She knows you need to 'hunt' sometimes and doesn't discourage it (though she makes sure you know her targets so you don't end up killing them). When you crawl back home, you make sure to shower first before you shuffle back into bed.

She tends to your wounds, scolding you only if she knows you could've avoided it in the first place. "More fun that way, 'Manda" she huffs "So you'd leave me forever just for more fun?"

She knows you're pretty screwed up in that brain box of yours, she's not above manipulating you to bend to her whims but she only ever does it out of love, (Y/N)!

She's highly protective of you. She'll ensure your identity is safe if there are any loose ends during your 'hunts'.

She can't lose you. You can't lose her. Both of you are monsters. Both of you belong together - can't live without the other.

If a victim manages to get an upper hand on either of you God help them.

The second one of you is in danger, the other only sees red.

You've literally taken several bullets for Amanda.

She was so gentle with you that night. Her kisses silent apologies. Seeing her cry as she looks down at you makes you move to sit - despite the pain and her protests. Her breath hitched as your tongue slithers in, Amanda's lips warmed by yours.

"You're hurt, (Y/N)" "Don't care, need you"

"You're hurt because of me!" her yell makes you tilt your head "I should've been more careful!" she continues.

"I want you, Amanda" you whine, cupping her weeping face in your hands. "I'll want you even if you hurt me, even if it kills me. Don't say no to me, Piggy?"

The nickname wins her over.

By the way, she calls you Froggy or Kermit (Kermy too!). It's cute.

(She buys green and pink items because they remind her of the two of you and you've gifted her two hearts that you'd cut in half, coloured pink and green and sowed together. She placed the gift on the desk she works on, it's displayed in a dome glass case and she fights back a smile every time she lays eyes on it)

The satisfaction she gets when victims scream as they spot you in the same room as them. Just so fucking proud of her killing machine.

When you go overboard, if the emotions get too overwhelming for you and you only think of how to get rid of the pain - Amanda grips the nape of your neck and pushes you onto your knees.

You bow because it's her. You breathe because it's her.

"(slasher name)" Your eye twitches, gaze still floating around the room but she knows she has your attention.

"You all there, Kermy?"

"I'm right here, Piggy".

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy) -

Initially, you'd taken the babysitting job as a cover to lay low. Things were getting heated in (insert wherever you're from) and this secluded manor was perfect.

The sight of the doll didn't make you falter. Hey, you got a few screws loose yourself so you didn't judge the Heelshires for how they cope.

Brahms was intrigued by you from the second he laid his eyes on you. The way you instantly gathered the doll in your arms without an ounce of judgement makes butterflies flutter.

He is elated to know that there's a chance you won't freak out if you see him.

He quickly finds out you're not exactly the Average Joe.

You brought the rat traps inside, he inches closer to the hole in the wall when you suddenly froze. The rat squeaks furiously and your non-dominant hand idly reaches for the drawers. Brahms did not expect you to pull out a meat tenderizer.

There's a mix of emotions in the boy as he skitters to his room. He laid awake that night, a part of him wondering if you were just like him and the other feeling guilt at the excitement.

His parents tried their best to nurture him into a decent man. Even if it didn't work, their voices still linger in his head but when he sees the tender way you cradle the porcelain extension of himself the next morning? Your voice sickly sweet, lips pressing into the cold temple of the doll?

Brahms craves you.

Malcolm, poor, stupid, Malcolm.

Brahms wasn't the only one that wanted him gone. The only reason you reciprocated his advances was to fulfil a different type of lust.

(Malcolm wasn't your type anyways.)

Brahms's nails nearly break as he digs them in the wood of the walls, breath labouring as anger consumes him. Malcolm was on top of you, unworthy hands gripping at you like you were some common whore.

He's moved from behind the walls to the closet when you're on top of him. The grip of the 'missing' meat tenderizer was so tight his hand was trembling.

Malcolm yells in pain and Brahm pauses as he watches you laugh in pure delight as you dig your thumbs inside Malcolm's eye sockets.

You turn to him, smile still etched on your features and Brahms gulps as you bring your thumb to your mouth to suck the blood and gore clean.

"Cute mask"

The kitchen utensil drops with a comical 'THUD!' while you two stare at each other.

Your relationship falls into a steady, domestic, pace much quicker than both of you anticipated. How could they not? The secluded land was beautiful when the weather wasn't so dreary. Even if it was, the grand fireplaces were extremely nice to cosy up next to. It's hard NOT to fall deeper and deeper into each other when everything was so romantic.

Malcolm's death was covered up thanks to the wild animals on the land. Brahms watches from the window as you whistle, beckoning the scavengers as you spread a few of Malcolm's innards around.

You tell him everything about your kills. Effectively burying his parent's voice in his head as you sink him deeper and deeper into your hell.

"You're beautiful just like this, Brahmsy" he pants from beneath the mask and you place a kiss on those cold lips. "They won't understand like I do, we're meant to be like this so we can find each other" his pupils are so blown out as he stares up at you.

"You're my good boy, Brahms, forever and always. Okay?"

"Okay, (Y/N)". Your smile was sculpted by the king of hell himself and Brahm's eyes roll back as you move your hips.

Brahms feels vindicated and free. For once, guilt doesn't whisper accusingly in his shadow. Instead, there's you.

Your routines overlap his. Your hands pull him from the darkness. Your voice haunts him every second of every day.

The bodies pile up in the woods. The rats are scarce with the sudden spike of scavengers drawn to the Heelshire manor.

You love spoiling him with victims, love watching him release his creativity and curiosity. He's so good with his hands and all that raw strength? It's not an odd sight for you to make love in the showers after 'play time' was done.

He loves helping you freak the shit out of your victims, pretending to be the ghost in the walls and making them so paranoid they think they've gone crazy.

When they're dealt with, Brahms often makes snacks for the both of you.

Oh! He makes a mask for you. To show his love and for you to wear when you need it.

He doesn't like that you leave the manor. It causes BIG arguments. Vintage vases flying to the wall kind of arguments. But you were a bloodthirsty hound, you needed to stretch your legs.

He'll be sullen but he gets over it. This routine annoys the shit out of both of you though but over time, he learns you need it just as much as he needs his quiet times.

He welcomes you when you get home, lifting his mask to kiss you and you giggle as your hands slide up his wifebeater.

"Miss me, big boy?"

"Always" he pouts.

Corey Cunningham (Halloween Ends) -

Corey knew before you did.

You were just like him. The darkness spills from your eyes as you tell him how the front of your car got wrecked.

"A deer scared you?" he wipes his hands on the front of his uniform, turning to you as you nod and stroke the large dents and scratches on your hood. "Swerved into the woods, didn't hit a tree head-on - Thank God, right?" Corey nods.

He pretends not to see the splatter of blood and hoses down the hair and chunks of flesh from your tires.

Guessed you missed a spot, hm?

He's good at being undetected. People...people avoid him nowadays.

You don't have to ask around much to learn about the cute, outcasted, mechanic's past. You find it all a bit pathetic. These people were really that terrified of him over what sounded like an honest mistake?

Corey wonders why you've gone to Allen's family's abandoned house during his nightly routine of stalking you.

He watches you from the windows, knife in hand though with no real intent of using it...on you anyways. Blood had already stained the blade.

You pause at the sight of dried blood and gaze up the spiralling staircase. Much to his chagrin, you lay down and place your head right on the bloodstain.

Your laughter makes blood pool under the skin of his cheeks. Your hands splay out to your side and you're laughing so hard your sides hurt, Corey finds himself pressing a hand to the window and wishes he was right beside you.

The next day, Corey's parked right out of the supermarket just as you come out. He grins boyishly and you ask if he needs anything. He holds himself back from saying "you" and instead asks if you're free tonight.

You don't expect him to be so forward but you're intrigued. So you ask if he'll be the one to pick you up (considering your car is still in his garage) and Corey pretends to be interested as you write down your address as he imprints the sight of your semi-focused expression. He already knows where you live but you don't have to worry about that, (Y/N).

The night was perfect from the get-go. Your warmth pressed against his back as he drove the two of you to a bar that was further away than usual but was the only one he could go to without people whispering — you don't mind.

Then drinks got involved and suddenly you're dancing with him, some shitty pop song playing over shitty speakers but neither of you cared.

Then reality came crashing in. Someone had loudly — drunkenly — mentioned Corey's past. Everyone gives him looks and although he could care less he pretends to by pulling you out of the bar.

"Corey, wait" he's too drunk to drive and his hands are itching to feel blood so he pauses as you chuckle the command out. "Stay here, baby" The nickname makes his heart flutter and he nods as he leans against his bike. When you disappear back into the bar — probably left something, he thought — he curses and tries his hardest not to storm in and strangle the life out of that asshole who ruined his date and the closest bar he could go to without reproachful glares.

He contemplates the thought of moving away from Haddonfield with you when his phone rings. It's you. For a second, he thinks you're in trouble but when he answers you're breathless pants of glee tells him otherwise.

"Come to the back, Corey".

The sight that greets him is the asshole with a bleeding mouth and a broken nose. The burst veins in his eyes and the wooden plank that you held loosely in your arm paint a clear picture.

"Night's still young, baby" you muse as you make a faux swing that makes the man whimper from where he was sprawled on the ground. "I know you wanna" Your purr makes Corey shudder.

The Cheshire grin on your face is absolutely maniacal as Corey sheds his jacket and pulls out the pocket knife he kept in his back pocket.

The same one you'd felt against your thighs when you were riding his bike.

Haddonfield was lucky the two of you decided to spread your chaos elsewhere because the two of you were insatiable.

The fact that neither of you stayed in one city for too long also didn't help. You were basically doing an American-wide murder spree.

And Corey would not have it any other way.

You were just like him — wilder, sure, but you understood him in ways no one else had ever done.

"Fuck, baby" Corey has you on the bed of some engineer whose blood was currently being used as lube. The man's body was somewhere in the room but Corey barely gave a shit when you're looking down at him with that toothy grin that makes your eyes twinkle with bloodlust. "Mm, you feel so fuckin' good, Corey".

Somehow you two decide to settle down in a quiet town. Corey going under a different name as he works at a garage. Everybody around you thinks you guys are the sweetest couple — cooing at how young you are and sighing about young love.

They don't know that your weekend trips are spent with blood, guts, and sex. Two maniacs completely enamoured with one another.

"Baby, look" Corey eyes the silver band on your finger. Then the other one is on your palm as you extend it to him. You drop the chopped-off hand of the man the both of you had just killed and inched closer and closer.

"Pretty, hm?" he nods "Till death do us part" At that, he scoffs and pulls you in closer.

"Not even Death can keep us apart, (Y/N) (L/N)" he brushes the tip of your noses together and plants a bloody kiss but your giggle cuts it short.

"Don't you mean, (Y/N) Cunningham-(L/N)?" Corey's grin is nothing short of loving and he claims your lips again.

OG!Michael Myers (Halloween (1978 - 1982)) -

To be completely honest, the way you two met was a blur. Before you met Michael Myers your life had little to no meaning.

When he decided to break into your family home one night, he jump-starts everything. He had you pinned on the dining table, his mask already coated with the blood of your kin. Your feeble attempts at escaping his inhumanely strong grip leave you gasping for breath and you're sure that the building pressure in your head isn't a good sign.

But when you stare into Michael's eyes a sudden force tugs your lips apart into a bloody smile. Your laughter is nothing but strained gasps and squeaks and it makes Michael's grip falter enough for you to finally grasp the make-shift stake beside you (from the chair he'd thrown your way) and drive it into his shoulder.

Michael staggers and without missing a beat, you're lunging at him again. No fear, no hesitation, and frankly, no thoughts behind such a brash action.

The force of your body slamming into him throws his momentum off but he feels something in his chest suddenly beat as your shrill laughter fills his ears.

You, with your wild hair and wilder eyes...

Michael craved you.

He knocks you out.

Then, he watches you. From your recovery in the hospital to the 'safehouse' you were placed in. The detectives thought this could be their chance — to finally catch Michael Myers as he 'finishes you off'.

Michael knows you're done with your kill just from the shift in the air. He enters the safehouse and stares at the splatters of blood and bullet holes in the drywall. He follows the sounds of your laughter and finds you in the dining room in a familiar pose.

You have the detective pinned under you, fingers crushing his larynx as he weakly fights back against you. Michael waits politely, when you're done he moves to the back door and you wordlessly follow.

Eating rats was new but strangely enough the act of catching them was a great bonding activity. Your jokes about meeting the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles — and eating them — fly over Michael's head but his amused silence tells you he doesn't mind your babbles.

He learns fairly quickly that, unlike his silent, effortlessly, intimidating self, you're erratic, loud and pumped with energy when you're hunting.

He doesn't dislike it but it takes some getting used to.

You don't always go on hunts together but when you do he appreciates your gore-y creativity.

The Shape of Haddonfield now has Hellhound by his side — isn't that a cute nickname for yourself, (Y/N)?

While victims shit themselves at the sight of Michael, his stony demeanour is what makes him all the more Boogeyman-worthy. He feels inhuman. That both terrifies and comforts some — but you?

You're entirely too human. Your glee, your rambles as you stab your victims, you're laughter full of excitement.

"Mikey" he glances your way as your fingers stroke up the neck of his mask. Here you were, sprawled all over Michael Myer's lap like a goddamn kitten. You lean up and kiss his rubbery lips, he hums as your tongue licks his mask and pushes you back just enough to lift his mask above his nose.

"Thank you, Mikey" you chuckle, letting him taste the romantic spaghetti dinner you two had helped yourselves to after murdering the old couple.

Their home was isolated enough, that both of you could enjoy living above ground for a few days.

"You taste so good, Mikey" The grip on your waist makes that addictively sweet laughter bubble in your throat.

RZ!Michael Myers (Halloween (2007 - 2009))-

You were the only good thing in his god-forsaken life.

The mental institution had made a big mistake in housing two monsters — especially when those monsters were always so drawn towards each other.

No matter what punishments they inflicted on either of you for sharing glances. It did little to stop this undeniable, instinctual, need to be close to one another.

Initially, the doctors had thought Michael's curiosity was a good sign. A sign that he was showing interest in making friends. Even if you were less than ideal in terms of 'fixing' him considering your own streak of homicide (that landed you in this shithole in the first place) but they were desperate.

So, they allowed controlled meetings. Michael's stare terrified others but you seemed to thrive under his attention.

Guards had reached out to pull you back as you climbed the table and got right up in Michael's face but he is as still as a statue as you carefully brush his long locks of blonde hair back.

"There you are, pretty boy" and with those words and your eyes that reflect back his darkened soul right back at him — Michael is smitten.

When he escapes, he finds you.

When he enacts his revenge, you're the shadow that devours any sacrificial lambs that managed to stray from his grasp.

Oh, he's all yours.

Michael swears that if you're not near him the air feels thinner.

He relishes in the way you mercilessly slaughter anyone in your way — he doesn't ask why you kill but knows that whatever the answer he'll support his batshit insane boyfriend.

"Is this for me?" he nods, showing you the new mask he'd created. You smile warmly, sitting across from him as you carefully place the mask on your face.

"How do I look, pretty boy?"

He places his large hand on your thighs and begins tapping. You encourage him with careful strokes to his bicep.

.--. .-. . - - -.--

Your grin makes his heart flutter. "Thank you, baby" and you reward your darling lover with a kiss which makes him grunt at the mask that blocks him from properly kissing you.

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher (Scream (1996)) -

They had an inkling you were just like them.

Billy says it's the way your eyes become devoid of any light when you're angry. While Stu tells you it's the way you lick the blood from your split lip and smile as you lunge at the opposing team's captain.

(Y/N) (L/N), an athlete of their school.

Meanwhile, to his boyfriends, he's an absolutely merciless murderer.

Everyone sort of avoids you. Even your coach rarely gets in your face to yell at you the way he does at everyone else. It baffles people that Billy and Stu are your lovers.

For them though? It's the perfect match.

You're not Ghostface, however, (slasher name) is always spotted with Ghostface.

A maniac with brute strength that takes hits and stabs and even bullets without going down.

Those who did live to tell the tale of an encounter with (slasher name) and Ghostface mutter that hurting Ghostface? Was a big fucking mistake if (slasher name) is there to witness it.

You're the kind of guy to body slam someone out a second-storey window and just walk it off while the victim who cushioned your fall is wheezing their last breath.

Billy reprimands your unnecessary displays of brutality while Stu simply gushes about how cool it was. They both tend to your wounds, kissing and massaging anything that hurts.

Ghostface is equally as protective of you, make no mistake, even if they're not throwing a chair at a victim they will ensure you don't actually get yourself killed in your bloodlust.

Stu has pulled a gun and shot someone in the face when they threatened to do the same to you.

Billy rushes to the two of you upon hearing gunshots but groans in relief as he sees you making out with Stu mere inches away from the body.

"Hey! Earth to perverts! Time to scram!" Billy is pulled into the make-out session by you and he all but melts under your hold.

"Want you. Now" Stu laughs at your huffy tone but eagerly circles his hands around your waist while you pull Billy closer to your front.

Beauregard 'Bo' Sinclair (House of Wax) -

A new victim of Ambrose? That's what you are, right?

Wrong.

You'd been a solo traveller that coincidentally got grouped up with another group of travellers. You seemed normal enough, Bo thinks as he spots you making your way to his garage.

Cute and handsome, a darn shame you'd have to die but at least Vincent will immortalize your beauty.

He notices that you're not close with the others. When he asks, you explain your vehicles had broken down near each other so Lester rounded up all of you together.

You lean on the hood of the car he was clearly working on, jutting your hips and looking impressed. He shamelessly takes in the curve of your butt before putting on a charming Southern smile when you glance back at him.

"Good with your hands, hm?" Bo feels blood travel south but he just chuckles. The conversation is cut short by the others clearing their throats.

When he kills the group one by one, he immediately notices that you seem excited at the violence he spreads. You don't scream or yelp but you're helping him.

At first, he thinks you're just saving your ass from getting sliced down when you push someone in front of you. But while the others run, you're moaning as he's thrusting the blade repeatedly into the man's body.

He pants as you two make eye contact, gulping he pulls the blade out and offers it to you.

"Fuckin' finally" you coo, pressing a bloody kiss on his cheek before you slip to hunt the others down.

His brothers are definitely confused by his decision to let you stay as a real residence of Ambrose but after another group rolls in you prove your worth to them.

Between heated moments under the sheets and lip-locking with Bo, you confess that the reason you ended up at Ambrose was that the police were hot on your tail.

"It's fate," you say as you trace circles on his chest. "We were meant to meet, to be family" he would usually scoff at such a notion but the way you fit into his deranged life so easily...

"It's something", he gruffs out, watching as you take the lighter from his hand to light the cigarette between his lips. "Whatever it is, it brought you to me so"

"Aww, Bo, you gettin' sappy on me?" your teasing makes him threaten to shove the cigarette in your mouth but you just laugh it off.

"Love ya', Bo" he averts his eyes but mumbles.

"Love you too..."

Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax) -

Instead of catching Bo's eyes, it's Vincent's heart that you grasp.

A solo traveller that somehow got roped in with another group, a victim of circumstance is what Vincent would have called you.

But instead, you've ruthlessly wormed your way inside his heart.

While the others ran like headless chickens when Bo started killing, you were dragged by another girl to hide in the Sinclairs' house. Stupid move on her end really, but you were curious about their headquarters of sorts. So you follow, breathing raggedly to sell this whole 'helpless victim' façade.

You find the basement. Despite the chills that run down your spine from the scent of death (and wax) you convince her it'd be a good place to hide.

Vincent hears her as she shakily steps into his lair. He thinks she's the only one but finds it odd that she looks desperately over his shoulder as he slices her head off with a pair of garden shears.

Until he feels a blade pressed right at the base of his spine.

"You're pretty strong" Your eyes twinkle from the corner of his and he goes rigid as you dig the tip of the blade deeper. You reach to brush locks of his hair behind his ear, a growl raises from his throat but you shush him.

Your lips brush on the shell of his ear.

"I'll bring more of them here, I want to watch while you turn them into pieces of art".

Bo is feeling an inkling of worry at the sudden lack of victims. He rushes to see if they've decided to overwhelm Vincent and finds you swinging your feet while Vincent is organizing the bodies of the group.

Bo is distrustful. He thinks you've seduced his twin and while that is true, you've no bad intentions like he thinks you do.

Vincent is painfully awkward compared to your nonchalant energy. But it works, the two of you just work.

He scolds you when you get new wounds from the victims fighting back but it's a bit hypocritical when he does the same.

Though he prefers wax figures, he did dabble in oil paints again as he attempts to recreate the scene he sees of you demolishing victims.

A watcher, a stalker; an artist.

Vincent usually stays in the basement but ever since you came? When the hunt is on, he's watching you. Imprinting the image of your body shaking with muffled laughter as you pull your jaws away from the bleeding neck of a victim, spitting out their vocal cords with a satisfied hum.

"Vinnie" your coo makes him flinch but he walks out from the shadows as you beckon him with your hand. Your boyfriend stands in front of you, reaching to wipe some blood away from your cheek but really the only thing he does is move it around.

"Was that pretty, Vinnie?" he huffs through his nose and lifts your chin up so you stain his waxy lips with warm blood.

He pulls away to sign, 'Always beautifull'.

Lester Sinclair (House of Wax) -

You rode with him on the way to Ambrose.

He's taken by your looks and feels a sense of pity and regrets that you'd be dead soon. Especially since you were the only one among the others that weren't a complete asshole to him.

"Ambrose, huh" he nods, tapping his steering wheel as his eyes flit between the road and you. "Must be pretty secluded, haven't even heard of it", he laughs and tells you it's because you aren't from around here.

"See ya'" he waves at you but you scan him from head to toe in a way that's not scrutinizing but lustful. He feels his cheeks warm, you nod to him as a goodbye before you turn to walk into the death trap that is Ambrose.

He's surprised to find you covered in blood and right outside his shack later that night. Jonesy growls near his heel but you were just sitting there on his porch, casually testing the weight of the hilt of a hatchet in your hands.

"Your brothers should use you more than a glorified Ferryman" he is confused but tense. His muscles are rigid like a snake coiling to bite.

Blood drips from the ends of your hair and nose, you place the hatchet down and crouch, beckoning Jonesy' with a sweet baby voice that has the poor pup confused between staying by Lester's side or sniffing you.

"I like Ambrose," you tell him, your eyes squished into an adorable crescent shape.

"Can I stay, Lester?"

His brothers aren't aware of you until at least a week. They were extremely distrustful of you, their baby brother was someone that they did not want to be harmed. Hence why he stays out of the nitty-gritty of it all.

When you show that you're just as protective of Lester, they approve of your relationship. Not that you would let their approval get in the way of your love for him anyways.

Your boyfriend has to get used to your sudden disappearances and reappearances.

And he has to learn how to stitch you up as well. He doesn't scold you though reminds you to be more careful but drinks up your stories of the victims being crushed under your foot.

Whoever manages to stray far enough from Ambrose to find Lester's shack will find themselves in an entirely different but just as torturous hell.

Jonesy enjoys the raw feed though.

"I gotta go" Lester laughs as you whine and drag him back to your side. "I gotta check if anyone's 'lost'" he reminds but you stubbornly shake your head.

"Can't leave me, I'm hurt and defenceless"

Yeah, Lester's seen you shove the end of a rake down someone's throat with a broken arm and a concussion all while laughing. You could protect yourself with the scrapes and boo-boos from the night before just fine.

Feeling yourself lose this battle, you press a kiss to the nape of his neck as he sits and it makes his breath hitch.

Your hands circle his waist and his head hangs low as you slip your fingers down the band of his underwear.

"Stay" you plead.

"Jesus H. Christ" he turns and you grin triumphantly as he kisses you.

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How slashers would react to a s/o with separation anxiety.

Hey guys! So sorry I haven't posted sooner. I was visiting family. I hope you guys enjoy!!

Includes: Bo Sinclair, RZ Michael Myers, The Grabber, Corey Cunningham and Otis Driftwood.

Warnings: Mention of kidnap and separation anxiety (duh)

Bo Sinclair

He normally doesn't mind you staying pretty close to him at all times but when he gets annoyed/mad during the day he takes it out on you.

Would make jokes about how you follow him around like a lost puppy.

If he left without telling you then came back later only to find you having an anxiety attack, he would try his best to help calm you down.

RZ Micharl Myers

He is always close by no matter what. Even if you can't see him you know he's around somewhere watching you.

He likes that you want to be so close with him all the time.

Tbh he has separation anxiety too just a little though and he would never tell you.

He wouldn't know how to help you if you had an anxiety attack. He would just sit next to you and watch you cry.

The Grabber

He loves that you have separation anxiety. It would make him feel so good knowing he made you feel like way about him.

If you ever made him upset, he just wouldn't visit you for a few days. It would give you so much anxiety and you would long to see him.

He likes that you need to be close to him or that you need him to comfort you.

If you ever had an anxiety attack in front of him, he would hold you and play with your hair, UNLESS you made him mad then he would laugh and leave the room.

Corey Cunningham

Would be literally so sweet about it.

He would spend all his spare time with you and when he's not with you he will keep updates with texts or calls frequntly

I could see him trying to leave early in the morning to go get you a nice breakfast so he could surprise you. But you wake up and he's not there, so you start to have an anxiety attack until he shows up with food and he comforts you. He would feel so bad, but he was just trying to surprise you...

Otis Driftwood

Would make fun of you.

Doesn't understand what's wrong with you and thinks you're being too clingy.

He would get annoyed if you followed him around or didn't give him enough space.

If you ever caught you having an anxiety attack over the fact you couldn't find him or something he would roll his eyes and walk away.

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Last Halloween: Chapter 4

Summary: After a tragedy involving Joel happened on Halloween one year prior, the town now shuns him while ignoring the details of the now closed case. You are seemingly the only one to offer empathy to a man the town is making out to be a monster.

Warning: Angst, talks of violence

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

"I'm pissed off," you shouted, finally getting out of the sad funk you had been in the night before. When you slammed a cabinet a little too hard, Jessie's eyes lifted toward you from behind her coffee cup.

"Okay," she said in a way that reminded you of a therapist. "You can be pissed off. You have every right to be but, uh, what did that cabinet do to you?" The end part wasn't an actual lecture. She chuckled as she spoke the last few words.

"I just don't get it," you went on, shoving your own coffee mug beneath the Keurig and reaching for a pod beside it. A part of you feared Joel might actually remove himself fully from your life. You didn't want that.

"I'm not excusing the way he handled things with you, because he didn't have any right to be a jerk," Jessie began. "But I can't imagine being in his shoes. He was so on guard when we were there, like he was afraid to move. And then that asshole had to come in and ruin it when he finally started to relax. I mean, Joel was not charged with murder, or even manslaughter. I don't know why this town demonizes him so much."

"That's why I want to keep this a secret from Winnie and Chrissy. I love them but they won't even think about giving him a chance."

Jess zipped her lips. "I got you covered, girl."

You smiled. "Thank you."

"I didn't really know what he looked like, but he's hot at least." Your friend said, beginning to toy with an LL Bean catalogue that sat on the kitchen table.

"He is, isn't he?" You almost sighed when you said that, but remembered you were mad and your posture changed accordingly as you continued to prepare your coffee. "Nope, I'm still pissed."

Jessie licked her fingers and flipped to the next page. "Well, you go right ahead and be pissed." She looked back at you, pretending to scold you. "Just don't go slamming things."

You giggled and went to join her at the small kitchen table.

"Did you kiss him last night?"

You half-smiled and shook your head. "No."

"Not even in the photobooth?" Jessie wondered aloud. She glanced around. "Where's the picture strip?"

You glanced around. "I.. don't even know. Probably my purse or my car." You shook your head. "Things were going so well. We were having so much fun."

You both sipped on your coffee and from somewhere outside you heard the revving of a motorcycle. The noise grew louder and louder as it approached and the two of you exchanged a glance.

"Is this your boy, now?" Jessie jumped up out of her chair and practically raced you toward the front windows that overlooked the front yard.

"Jessie!"

"It's him." She turned to you and laughed.

"Shit." You put a hand on your forehead and turned to her. "What do I do? What do I say?"

"Want me to buffer so you can get your thoughts together?"

It was the best idea you could think of, and so you nodded and tried to come up with a plan of action in your mind. When the motorcycle's engine turned off, Jessie yanked open the front door and met Joel halfway on the front porch that lead into the house.

"Hi there." Jessie looked at him with accusatory eyes and Joel immediately put his tail between his legs.

"Hey. I'm sorry to just drop by like this. But is-"

"She's here," your friend cut him off, placing her hands on her hips.

"Would, uh, would it be alright if I talked to her? I'd like to apologize for the way I acted last night."

Jessie looked over her shoulder at you through the open front door and gave a subtle wink, though when she turned back to Joel turned her face back to stone and shrugged. "I'll see if she'll come talk to you."

You allowed Jessie back inside, exchanging a little smile before you took her place outside on the porch.

Joel immediately closed the gap between the two of you and you didn't attempt to move away. Being close to him again felt good, despite still being a bit mad.

"I just want to say I'm sorry," He went on, "For the way I acted last night. I took everything out on you and you're the only person, besides Ron at the garage, who's been nice to me in a really long time."

You shifted your eyes to meet his more directly and he went on.

"I really don't want to push you away. And as hard as things have been for me this year, it's no excuse to treat you that way." He concluded with. "I'm really sorry."

It was genuine. You knew that for certain. Joel experienced a trauma that he was forced to relive and be punished for day after day after day. You were his safety net, and so you felt as though he was allowed a little slip - especially after the incident with the man the night before.

"I'm sorry too," you began but Joel shook his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

"I pushed you to go out with me," you went on. "I didn't stop to think of how hard it might've been for you."

"I enjoyed yesterday," Joel told you, "Like you said to me on the street last night, that was the best time I've had in a very long time. I fucked it up."

"You didn't."

"I did." Joel nodded. "And I was hoping maybe you'd let me take you on another ride? I kind of want you to know.. everything."

You swallowed hard and then gave a little nod. "Let me just go get a light jacket."

When you turned to head back inside, you felt Joel pull you back with a light tug of your hand. You immediately saw the heightened vulnerability in his eyes.

"Thank you," he said. "For giving me a chance. Not just now, today, but in the coffee shop. You have no idea how much that means to me."

Okay, you officially weren't mad anymore. You wanted to cry for him. Not just Joel's words but the tone of his voice made your entire chest cavity feel heavy.

You leaned toward him and wrapped your arms around him, suspecting he hadn't had a real hug in awhile. For a long moment you just stood there, holding him against you with a hand on the back of his head.

Joel sighed and he allowed you to embrace him until you finally pulled back.

"I'll be right back."

"Okay." He answered.

You hurried inside and right away Jessie mouthed the words: did you kiss him? It eased some of the tension and made you laugh quietly as you shook your head and hurried toward the coat closet.

"I'll be back later on," you told her.

"Enjoy." She wiggled her eyebrows and bid you farewell before you joined Joel outside again.

You didn't ask him where you were going because, frankly, you didn't care. When you straddled the bike behind him, you felt content; at ease.

Joel started up the bike and you wrapped your arms around him and rested the side of your face against his back as you left the driveway. This time, you didn't look around like you had the night before. You closed your eyes, embraced the cool breeze and enjoyed the comfort of being so close to Joel. His scent was intoxicating.

You were sure you should have been a little bit afraid, but there wasn't even the smallest part of you that was. You felt completely free on the back of Joel's motorcycle.

He took a turn down a road that was leading up toward the the junkyard, but it wasn't quite that far. Joel slowed the bike down across the street from the lone structure on that end of the street - an old ice cream shop. Aside from the little brown and white building, there was nothing but trees that surrounded you.

A little neon sign on the window of the shop read, OPEN. A pumpkin sign hung in the window above it and the door was covered in fake spiderwebs.

"Why didn't you pull in?" You asked, suspecting Joel was planning on getting you ice cream.

He motioned up to the right corner of the shop beneath the roof. "You see that tiny camera right there?"

You squinted and gave a nod. "Yeah."

"That's the reason I'm not serving a life sentence."

Your eyebrows pressed together. "What?"

Joel turned his head partway around and you both got off the bike. When you were face to face you were able to give him your full attention.

"This is where it happened," he went on. "The incident. I had a flat tire on my truck after I left work one night. I broke down over here and I was changing it."

You had goosebumps already. You had wanted to hear what happened right from Joel's mouth but you would never have pressed the situation. Still, being here, right where it all happened, had you a bit shook.

"A car came rushing up behind me and I kind of thought they were going to offer to help at first," Joel explained. "But Johnny Watkins and Chase Hall hopped out, both drunk as hell, and started making demands. Everything from give me your wallet to, we're going to take your car."

"Holy shit, Joel."

"When I told them to get lost and they ended up ripping my spare tire off the car and Johnny hit me in the face." He ran a hand through his hair, "They beat the hell out of me and then demanded my keys but I threw the keys into the woods so they wouldn't get the satisfaction of it."

You wanted to hug him. How had this town branded *him* the monster?

"That pissed them off even more and at some point Johnny got his hands on a chain from the back of my pickup and started to strangle me with it while Chase recorded it on his phone. He tried to delete the footage later but the police were able to recover it. Between that and," he motioned to the building's camera again, "their security footage, they ruled I wasn't guilty of anything."

Joel went on. "When he had the chain around my neck I managed to back pedal and we fell down this little embankment over here." He motioned beyond the edge of the road to where the thick of the woods began to take shape. "Johnny broke his neck. Other than being a little banged up from them jumping me, I was fine."

"Joel, that's awful. All of it. I'm so, so sorry." You didn't have the correct words to say to him. You didn't know if there was such a thing.

"Even though they did all that to me, I've still had a hard time dealing with the fact that I was a factor in his death."

"You didn't do anything wrong."

"It doesn't matter." Joel shook his head. "That night is on constant replay in my mind. And everyone in town hates me over it because he was a local celebrity around here. Everyone knew Johnny. And to them I'm just some schmuck who killed him."

Joel looked down the embankment and you carefully pulled him into a hug. When his arms wrapped around you, you held him tighter and spoke into his ear quietly.

"You're a great man, Joel," you told him. "And you deserve better than all of this."

"Yeah, well, you saw what happened at the bar last night."

"Well, the whole town could burn for all I care," you told him, glancing up at him now. "And I would light the match." You placed a hand on his cheek. "I'm sorry the world has let you down so badly."

Joel swallowed hard. "I just wanted you to hear it directly from me."

"I never believed the bullshit stories."

His eyes danced across yours, roaming from the left to right and back again a few times. "Why did you offer me the free food that day in your shop? Why do you bother with me?"

"I just thought you looked like a man who needed a friend, or just somebody to talk to." Your eyes never left his. "There was a sadness in you that I couldn't ignore anymore - and I don't know how anyone could."

"I've had a hard time navigating life since that day." He sighed out loud again. "That's why I come in for coffee at night. I don't like to see a lot of people, and I don't think they like to see a lot of me."

"Well, sometimes all you need are a few good people," you told him. "And I don't plan on going anywhere so you better get used to me."

Joel gave half, closed-mouth grin and the mood grew just a tad lighter. "So, I didn't totally blow it last night?"

You shook your head. "You didn't blow it." You took the initiative and perched up onto your toes and kissed him on the cheek, letting your lips linger there just above his facial hair.

Joel's face often gave away the shock he was feeling. That was one thing you had begun to recognize about him. He swallowed hard again when you pulled away.

"I'm sorry," you said again.

"It's fine." He nodded toward the ice cream shop. "You want one since we're here?"

You didn't want to linger there any longer. Getting ice cream at that shop was too eerie of a thought. You were glad Joel had confided in you and told you all about what had happened, but the idea of having ice cream right there in that spot didn't feel right.

"How about if I treat you down at the Dairy Mart instead?" You offered.

Joel nodded again. "Thank you. I know this is a lot."

Staring up at him, you couldn't help it. You leaned in and felt relief when he reciprocated. Your lips met and it was like a release for both of you as your bodies relaxed against one another's.

Your stomach had that rush of excitement, the way it did you went on a rollercoaster. Joel's hand rested on your face and he kissed you a little harder before you parted, both breathing heavy.

He leaned his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You let yours flicker open and closed them again when you pecked his lips once more.

Joel sighed contently and you pulled him back in for another hug. He held you tightly against him and let out a breath against your neck, sending goosebumps down your back.

"Are you okay?" You asked him.

"Yeah." He finally pulled back to face you and toyed with a strand of hair by your face. "You don't mind being seen in public with me? At the Dairy Mart or where ever."

"I want people to see me with you," you told him honestly. "I'm on your side."

Joel had that vulnerable look in his eyes again and he leaned back in to kiss you once more chastely on the lips.

You placed a hand on his cheek. "Come on. My treat."

"Only if you let me make you dinner."

A smile finally formed on your face again and you gave a little nod. "Deal."

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[phntmeii]

✰ Slashers x Shy!SO

A/N: Going to be doing some of these between actual lengthy headcanon posts :) Side note—Michael and Vincent’s “first move” is just kidnapping you and hoping for the best.

Doesn’t know what to do because they’re also shy. Will not be the ones to make the first move.

PreMichael!Corey Cunningham, Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

“Aww. That’s okay. We’ll go at your speed then :)” Secretly screaming because they want to show as much affection as possible.

Billy Loomis, PostMichael!Corey Cunningham, Lester Sinclair

Absolutely takes advantage to purposefully make them shy. Doesn’t understand the definition of boundaries.

Billy Lenz, Bo Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, Stu Macher