#micheal myers imagine

[blepplep]

Imagine waking up early to start the day. Then you go into the bathroom and there is a post-it note on the mirror. With furrowed brows you peel the note from the mirror and read it;

Out of milk, M.M.

The issue? You bought a whole gallon yesterday.

[pandorakeys]

You’ll be okay.

TW; Mild implied suicide and death.

He didn’t know what to do as he cradled your face in his hands.

The same hands that had taken many lives. The same hands he used to hold your now frail body at night.

A relative you were close to had passed away recently, it had practically thrown you into a depressive state. Michael didn’t know what to do, he never had to deal with stuff like this. He didn’t know what to do when your weight dropped, he couldn’t cook. All he knew was to sit and hold you and just hope it all goes away.

There are moments he will bathe you, your favorite soap scrubbed onto a loofah so he may drag it across your body. He’ll brush your hair, put on your moisturizer. His rough hands so very gently gliding across your face. Once he was done he’d hold your face in his hands, kissing the tip of your nose.

He knew he’d never act like this on regular occasions but you needed him.

At night he would often take a shower of his own, speeding through the process for he can hold you in his arms. He walks into the bedroom, you lay on the bed on your side facing the wall. He crawls in beside you wrapping his arm around your stomach and putting his other under your head to use as a pillow. He didn’t care if his arm would fall asleep, if it meant you’d be happy he’d gladly end his own life.

So he’ll nurse you back to health, he’ll slow dance with you in the living room as your favorite song played, he’ll let you paint his nails, he’ll take you on walks through the park his arm around your shoulders, he’ll heat up tv dinners and ramen because it’s all he knows to make, he’ll steal you a puppy or kitten, he’ll clean the whole house, he’ll watch movies with you, he’ll kiss your body from head to toe. He’ll take care of you. You’ll be okay.

He loved you.

He cherished you.

He cared for you.

And he wasn’t gonna lose you.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

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Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[slasherstories123]

Hello!! Can I please get some period comfort fluff with Jason, Thomas, RZ micheal and Art (whoever else you'd like to add) thank you xoxo

Slashers helping their S/O on their period

Pairing: Jason Voorhees, RZ! Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, and Art the Clown x GN! Reader

Tags list: @dootys @callmemeelah @fluffy-little-demon @mehidktbh @the-anxious-youth @beanbagbitch @mrs-heelshire @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better @oneofvincentscandles @sleepypersonblog @alexxavicry @vexeliers-breakroom @l0sercat @naxxsstuff @beel-mcburger @pink-apollo @charliedawn @emychan @slasherscrybaby @callsignwidow @endomishy

Jason Voorhees

Jason will do anything you ask just to help out, he hates seeing you in pain. Especially from cramps and will grab the biggest pain killer bottle he can find just to give to you.

He doesn’t understand the concept so it’s best to sit him down and talk about it just before the time comes just so he could help out.

Sadly. He isn’t a walking heating pad, if he were to place his hand on your stomach to try and soothe your cramps you’ll feel a cold sensation, ice cold to be exact.

He’ll put you in you a warm bath if he sees that your cramps are getting worse

He’s trying his best just to make sure you’re okay and will give you space if you need it.

He’ll cuddle you as long as you want if you want to given his cold body, if you don’t mind it, he’s never letting you go unless you say so just to be there as company and support.

RZ!Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t know much about periods, but he did have an older sister, even then, that wasn’t enough for him, all he knew was that it was a monthly thing women go through.

He knew you were going through it when he saw you curled up in a ball in bed from the excruciating cramps, he doesn’t know what to do until you tell him want your needs were.

He’s trying…for you at least, the best he can do is provide you medicine. All the while staring at your pained figure. If you want him to stay he will.

Michaels hands are warm, he always have something in his hands and will squeeze relentlessly. He’ll even let you place his hand on your stomach as your own heating pad just to help you (after your slight begging of course).

He’ll steal candy from the critters houses to give to you too, you’ll sometimes find them by your night stand or right by your pillow whenever you wake up from a nap.

Thomas Hewitt

He gets help from Luda Mae mostly. He’s clueless and ran straight to her when he saw you curled up in bed.

She’ll tell him everything you might need just so he can be a better help for you.

Thomas will find a way to cool you down since being hot AND on your period isn’t a good mix. He’ll do the smallest things, even if it’s a massage he’ll do it.

Even if you protest he’ll make you rest and will do any small tasks that were assigned for you.

In the night he’ll meekness you to take medicine before bed just so you won’t be in pain throughout the nights

Thomas skin is hot from the Texas heat. His hand makes the perfect heating pad for you too. Whatever cuddling position you’re in his hand will be on your stomach through the night.

Art the Clown

Art is definitely trying his best, and since his actions are different, he’ll go through extreme measures just to get the products you need for your period.

He’ll still pull rather weird tricks just to get a laugh out of you or to distract you from the pain in your stomach.

Most tricks involve weird tactics or disturbing ones, which are in his nature that you’ve gotten used to and you yourself even got to laugh at a few of them

Art is an affectionate guy who will squeeze you tight while cuddling if you ask him to. If it’s a small hug he’ll take it to the next level just to squeeze you in his arms like a stress toy.

Art will also govern you small twinkles he stole or found just to give to you to cheer you up if you’re having your period mood swings. Sometimes he’ll play along if you’re upset and cross his arms with a fake angry expression just to try and mock you.

It’s all harmless in the end.

[asston69]

How slashers would react to there S/O crying

Thomas Hewitt

This man would be so heartbroken and confused at the same time. Questions would be running throughout his head like "why are they crying?" Or "is it because of me?" But he made you your favorite drink and he made sure to stay by your side all night.

Art the clown

To be honest hr wouldnt really know what to do. He would stand there thinking, then he immediately go down to the basement of the creepy warehouse/house you two live in, he comes back up. You lookup to him holding a bloody heart. You smile a bit. "Thank you" you say.

Brahms heelshire

Crying? Why would you be crying when you can be taking care of him, its your favorite thing to do! He didnt know how to comfort someone when youre the one supposed to be confronting them. He then goes to the kitchen, he graps the most randomest thing. A crossaint that wasnt toasted. He walks back to you and holds it out. You look up sniffling. "Take it" he says in his child like voice. You take the crossanit, you then say "thank you Brahms." That day he gave you a bit of more space while you did everything for him.

Bubba sawyer

Why are you crying?! He starts tearing up himself, he did something wrong didn't he? you had to reassure hin that he didn't, multiple times. But he didn't believe you for one second. So for the rest of the day, he convinced drayton to not do work and he layed with you all day long and followed you like a lost puppy.

Micheal myers

Crying? He really didnt know how to confornt you. He walked up to you and hugged you, and then he walked away. You and him were confused. But it was fine because atleast Michael tried his best. For the night you didnt sleep bit you watched horror movies. Micheal eventually joined next to you, his mask was off, you didn't mind really. You sat close to him but kept you eyes on the tv screen.

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Sorry if its not good, but i hope you enjoyed, 😛😛

[djorgcre]

this is my meal i call this ✨girl dinner✨

[crypticbunnygirl]

Teasing the shape 

Michael Myers x female!brat!reader

Prompts: “You’re gonna regret that” “I’m screwed” “I’m not done with you, you brought this upon yourself” 

This is my first time writing smut, I am open to constructive criticism! just please be nice! :) 

Warnings: rough sex, light bondage, light dom and sub, bites, bruising, darcyphilla (michael loves to see you cry from overstim), slight breeding kink if you squint real hard, overstimulation, size kink, degradation, dumbifaction (like a few words), micheal gets soft with aftercare, Michael does talk a little but only a few lines 

Words: 1.3k 

Somehow, some way, you had convinced Micheal to let you ride him. He never liked being underneath you, unless he initiated it.  But now, you were straddling him, his mask on the floor. His rough hands on your hips.   “C’mon mikey, lemme tie your hands...it’ll be great.” You state. He gives you a sharp glare.  “Come on! Please!! I’ll make you and buy you lots of sweet things!” You say, trying to get him to cave in on letting you tie his hands to the bedpost.  “Fine, don’t make me regret it.” He mutters, his voice raw and deep. Your heart flutters at his voice. You grab the red rope, and make a knot. A few moments later you sit back, biting your lip at how Micheal looks. You feel his eyes practically burning your skin. “I’m going!” You voice, you knew what that look meant, he’s getting impatient. Micheal had helped you with getting ready to take him. You let out a sigh; no matter how many times you and Michael have had sex, it still takes you a while to get used to him, with you riding him, you can take your time. It helped that he was already erect, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank onto his cock. You look into his eyes, you know you need to hurry up. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand. You let out another deep breath as you continued to slowly go down on his cock, you could see he was growing impatient when he slammed his hips up, his cock filling you up. You gasped at the sudden fullness. You start to move slowly, bringing your hips back up and down, your hands supporting you. You moved slowly to be a tease. How could you not pass this opportunity to tease him?? You weren’t going to pass this up. So, you start moving, slowly knowing damn well Micheal will make you regret this, but you don’t care. Your right hand goes down to your clit and starts slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Michael~” You utter.  You know he’s about to snap, the way he’s tugging at the rope. Did you purposefully tie them poorly? Maybe. You continue this slow agonizing pace, for him anyway, you were enjoying this. You continue your motions, feeling pressure build in your abdomen. Micheal was glaring at you. He hated this. He wants you to have your hands tied, with him pounding into you like an animal, and you knew this. This was torture for him, watching you please yourself, with your small hands? Please he could do so much better. He knew what you liked, hell loved in bed. How to get you to cry for him. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, the slow sensual pleasure. Suddenly you hear a snap, you open your eyes, the bed post is broken, Micheal has gotten out of the rope. Fuck. You're screwed. You feel his hands on your hips and he slams you down onto his dick. He switches so he’s on top, you're beneath him, where you should be. He grabs your wrists, takes the rope that he broke out of and ties your hands together.  “You're going to regret teasing me.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted, and Micheal knew this. He starts thrusting into you, his hands holding your hips in place to make sure you can’t move away as he slams into you. One of his hands goes to your clit, going in rough circular motions.  “Michael! Don’t stop!” You mutter, like he planned to. He continues his rough pace until you're squeezing him. “I’m c-cumming!” You stutter, coating his cock in your juices. He continues to fuck you, not slowing. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, he starts biting and sucking, making you whimper. God how he loved those sounds. He leaves hickies and bite marks galore, he moves to your chest, sucking on your nipples, knowing it was a more sensitive part of your body. You whine, feeling that pressure build up.  “Mikey, I-I’m g-gonna cum a-again.” You whimper. He nods, you know this is what you get for teasing.  He doesn't slow down, only continues the onslaught on your body. You feel the pressure build, build and then, he gets deep enough, hitting the right spot, sending you over the edge. 

“M-Michael!” You whimper, clenching around him, making him groan. Soon his thrusts get sloppy and he dips into your ear, your name falling from his lips, as he cums. You're panting and you see a sly smirk on his face. Before you get a word out he resumes his harsh thrusts. Michael leans down and whispers, “This is what you get, you're going to cum until I’m satisfied.” This is the most vocal he's ever been, you whine as he continues to slam into you. He smirks as you whimper and whine. 

“Whine for me, slut.” He mutters in your ear, his voice making you clench. He starts a rough pace on your clit making you gasp. You can't find the words to let him know your cumming again.

“Mi-Micha-” You can’t even form a sentence, he chuckles.

“Look at you, my baby is all dumb hm? Did I fuck you dumb?” He asks. All you can do is nod and whimper, his voice making you wetter. 

“Of course I did.” He whispers, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smirk dumbly as he lifts you up by your waists and thrusts into you, hitting that bundle of nerves making you squeal. He continues to hit it. Positioning himself to always hit that bundle of nerves, over and over. You can feel that same feeling building in your gut. Before you could get any words out your coating his cock and he adores watching you come undone underneath him. The way you whimper and your squirming. God, he loved it. He kept thrusting and soon became sloppy, you knew he was getting close. With three thrusts he comes in you, his grip on your hips tightening and holding you in place. Once he finished he pulled out and looked down at you. To him you look like a piece of art, covered in hickies, bite marks, bruises, and his cum leaking out of you. You watch him walk away. You're too exhausted to ask, your brain fuzzy. A few minutes later he comes back with a rag and starts carefully cleaning you. It felt nice, the warm water on your sensitive skin, it was relaxing. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he holds you, a little awkwardly. He wasn’t used to giving affection. But you were very content with his aftercare. He’s a work in progress. Soon you feel sleep take you, falling asleep in Michaels arms. 

[intimacyequalsdeath]

Can i ask dor 'don't you trust me' with Michael Myers?

Of course! Sorry these requests are taking so long, college has been kicking my ass recently but I'm gonna try and upload more regularly. The prompts the anon chose for this request are: Prompt 1: "Don't you trust me?"

For future requests the prompt list is HERE Notes: Minors DNI, SFW, No specific pronouns or description of reader are used as anon did not specify as always I hope that's ok anon! TW: Talks of canon typical violence but that's about it.

You looked on, rather unimpressed, as Michael washed off his hands and his knife in your kitchen sink. He had been doing it as long as the two of you had been together, quite frankly you never knew the infamous shape of Haddonfield had any moral compass at all when it came to cleanliness but you guess even he got to be annoyed by it after a while.

"There's blood on your mask too Mike"

He craned his neck to look up at you from the sink. He stopped scrubbing his hands momentarily and tilted his head at you ever so slightly as almost a "what?" expression. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

"You can take your mask off here Michael, ya know, to clean it?"

Michael had only ever taken his mask off long after you had went to bed despite the fact that the two of you had been together, which you always kind of assumed was an official relationship since Michael wasn't really much of a talker to confirm or deny it.

Michael gave something that resembled a half shrug sort of thing before returning to scrubbing his hands.

"Ya know, It's not like I'm going to tell anyone who you are under there"

Michael didn't look up this time, ignoring you and he finally finished washing his hands of the blood and turned to grab the hand towel you laid out for him.

"Plus I mean, we've been together for a while and I've kinda sorta never seen your face"

Michael set the towel down after he was down with it and without so much of a glance left the kitchen. He put his foot on the first stair heading upstairs before you called out after him.

"Don't you trust me?!"

Michael paused, you waited with baited breath as you stared holes into the back of the mask, the bane of the argument. He stepped back off the stairs and slowly turned around to face you.

A moment of stale air passed between the two of you before he began slowly stepping toward you as opposed to where he was going. You stood your ground as he approached, knowing that Michael wouldn't hurt you.

Michael stopped in front of you, peering down at you from inside the mask. You peered right back at him, his eyes emotionless as usual as the two of you held direct eye contact with one another.

Michael's hand came up and for a split, fleeting second you thought he might strike you before his fingers wrapped around the bottom edge of the mask. He gripped it and slowly pulled it over his head until it was entirely off of his head. You kept your eyes connected to his as he stripped himself of his poisonous identity for the first time right in front of your face.

You spared a glance to allow your eyes to scan over his face. Allowing yourself a moment to take in each feature as you took in the man that you know but at the same time had no idea who you were dealing with. Emotionless orbs watched you as you took in his features, Michael stood so still that if you couldn't feel his warm breath fan across your face you would think maybe he was frozen in time.

After taking in his features you gave a gentle smile. Again, as usual, Michael stared on emotionless, but you smiled anyway. Michael, shockingly, allowed you to take the mask gently from his hand as you took it and placed it on the kitchen counter next to you. You then took your hand into his and lead him gently up the stairs where he was originally headed before you had reached your breaking point.

Michael allowed himself to be at your will and follow you up the stairs. His mask lay there, still sitting on the counter where you had put it. Michael would probably grab it in the morning and slip it back on and it would most likely be awhile before you saw his face again.

But tonight, you were going to drink him. Enjoy him and the fleeting moment of vulnerability. To Haddonfield he was the shape, but to you well, he's just Michael.

[tonixe]

"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

[rzyraffek]

hey I hope this doesn’t sound like a weird request but could u like slashers (preferably Michael Myers, Jason, maybe Billy loomis or Stu?, and the Sinclair brothers) kidnapping “adopting” reader? Like them kind yknow unaliving (Child) readers family then like having to like care for reader???? Idk if it makes sense but it came to me in a dream about me being a kid and Michael myers becoming my dad 😭

ALSO ITS COMPLETELY PLATONIC OBVS ‼️‼️‼️

IM SORRY FOR 2WEEK BREAK I HAD TO!!

This request is such a cute idea!!! I made so much content about perent!slasher and kid!y/n cuz its way more entertaining for me to write!! Authors note at the end!

They/them, sfw, Request open

Slashers trying to be decent dad figures

Jason Voorhees

First of all, why on earth would your perent take you all the way here??? Your a smal baby and this is dangerous! Not only cuz jason is here, but wolfs? Boars? Huge forest AND lake???

So basically he didnt expect a child here

When he was in one of cabins he heard crying from bathroom, after few seconds of planing a murder he realised that is a child crying

His heart skipped a beat and he kinda begun to panic. HUH??? A CHILD? EEE eee oh god the whole backyard is covered in blood... oh no did I scare them?? Oh no

Dude gets more spooked than a child

After they got along he kinda makes them live in his cabin, he spends good portion of time just hanging around

Y/n gets used to their new mute friend and learns their own ways to understand him

Dude is that type of dad who will let y/n paint his nails and he will dress up in cute outfits just to make his kid happy

100% checks under their bed for monsters (and closet too!)

Wants to teach them all about nature! Which plants are good, how to find animals to eat, how to avoid humans

He dodges the topic of slaughtering y/n perents... where are they?? Ermmm idk didnt see them

Micheal Myers

Dude is pretty passive when it comes to kids

He exists, they exists, but as far as kids don't bother him, he won't bother them

But oh lourd..... your his little girl/boi/kid and he is going to do everything to keep it that way

He sees it differently than others, he helped you, took you away from those horrible people (no matter if y/n past perents were bad or good people) why would you want to leave? Or miss them?

But no matter how he feels, he is still Micheal, he won't be very cuddly or clingy. Then y/n needs comforting he will sit next to them, let them talk, tbh he is okay with them giving him some physical attention but he won't hug them back

Steals dolls, figurines, crayons for y/n

He never gets rid of his stalker nature, he is always there, watching, making sure there's noone in their way. Noone bothering or looking at y/n. He sometimes watches them sleep, just looking, he is the only monster in their closet

Huge fan of stickers btw

After good few months he takes off his mask when with y/n! He knows they accept him and love him! I mean his face is as emotionless as its owner but it still matters(at least now you know where he is staring at)

Billy and Stu

Dudes probably were like "eeeerr billy? That *instert y/n perents name* eee you didn't tell me they had a kid?" "the WHAT"

*stu giving y/n chocolates while billy panics in room next to it wondering wtf to do with y/n*

"We can't just keep it! Who is going to take care of it?"

They kept you btw, Billy will say that they did that only so you don't go and call police but they got really attached

Stu is the fun dad while Billy is the serious dad

"Hi baby we bought you happy meal" "child did you do your homework"

Billy rages over monopoli and stu cheats in uno

Sinclair brothers

"Lester who tf is in your truck?" "Eeee I found it?"

Vince lets y/n sleep in his bed when they have nightmares. He also really wants y/n to do arts like him😊

Lester just vibes, you like cars kid? Let's go on car trip! You like wildlife? I know where deers at!

Bo teaches y/n how to shoot while they are way too young to even hold a gun

Y/n will be extremely spoiled btw

None of them know how to cook full meal

Lester will call y/n buddy, pal, kiddo

Bo will call them child, goblin, spawn on satan, little princes(or a prince)

Vincent will see them as little creature and a baby

Vincent let's y/n play and decorate his hair, they also make wax figurines together and play with dog. He is more like older shy brother than a father figure but if you want you can work with this

Bo lets y/n sleep on him and draw on his arms, he also hopes y/n never grows up cuz they are tiny and cute. He also sometimes gives them his hat

Lester loves showing of his skull collection and driving around forest, just talking. He also enjoys lisening to y/n monologues while he is working

All of them get little heart attack when they hear y/n swear. All bets on Bo accidentally saying bad word next to y/n and them just repeating it

Bo and lester love to just put you on their shoulder! And vince just pickes y/n up like sack of potatos (but gently)

Tickle fights with Vince

Arm wrestling with Lester who pretends that y/n is too strong and lets them win

All x reader tags are here only to reach bigger audience! Im sorry if there's any misstypes or anything weird! I kinda wrote it in rush cuz I feel bad for making yall wait for requests so long! I should make this hc list longer but I am very tired. Goodnight

[kittyamore0]

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚂/𝙾 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍:

[𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏]

I know these are more like one-shots but i was too wrapped up in detail to notice 😃

𝐂𝐰: just swearing, murder and sexual themes 

𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒 シ❤︎︎🫶

✿ - ᴘᴀɴɪᴄ.

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ᴛʀᴀᴘs?! 

✿ - ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ.  

✿ - ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ᴛᴡɪɢ sɴᴀᴘ ᴛᴏ ʜɪs ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ 

✿ - ɪɴsᴛᴀɴᴛʟʏ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ɪᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀs

✿ - sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ sᴇᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ��ᴏᴏʟ ᴏꜰ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, sᴍɪʟɪɴɢ. 

✿ - “ᴊᴀᴄᴇʏ!“ 

✿ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴇᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴘsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜰᴏʀᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ Jᴀsᴏɴ's ɴᴇᴄᴋ 

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʜᴜɢɢɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜꜰꜰɪɴɢ 

✿ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴀᴘᴇs ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ 

✿ - “ᴏʜ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ? ᴡᴇʟʟ, ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ sᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴏ ⵊ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴏ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀs ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɴᴅs.“

✿ - “...“

✿ - ʜᴇs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅs, ʙᴜᴛ ᴇɴᴅs ᴜᴘ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ sʜᴏᴡ ɪᴛ ᴍᴜᴄʜ

✿ - ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɪs sᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. 

✿ - ʙᴇᴀʀ ʜᴜɢs ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ʙᴄ ʜɪs ᴍᴀ sᴀɪᴅ sᴏ !

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 (𝐎𝐆) 🎃☆彡

✪ - ᴍɪᴄʜᴇᴀʟ ᴊᴜsᴛ ɢᴏᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴏʏs ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪʀʟs ᴀᴛ ᴀ ʜᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴇɴ ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ 

✪ - ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴇs ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴜᴍᴍɪɴɢ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ 

✪ - ᴀ ʙɪᴛ sᴜʀᴘʀɪsᴇᴅ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ 

✪ - “ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ, ⵊ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ sᴏᴍᴇ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴡᴀɴᴛ sᴏᴍᴇ?“ 

✪ - ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ʜᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ɴᴏᴅ ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ 

✪ - “ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ, ᴍɪᴋᴇʏ?“

✪ - ʜᴇ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. 

✪ - “ᴏʜ, ᴛʜɪs? ⵊ ɢᴏᴛ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ...ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ. ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʙɪɢ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ, ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's-“

✪ - ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜰɪɴɪsʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ,  Mɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ʜᴀᴅ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ʜᴀʀsʜʟʏ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. 

✪ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ, ᴋɴᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴇxᴀᴄᴛʟʏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ɴᴇxᴛ. 

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐊𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐄𝐑 💤😴

꥟ - “ʜᴇʏ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ, sᴡᴇᴇᴛʜ- ᴡᴏᴀʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ?“ 

꥟ - ᴄᴏɴꜰᴜsᴇᴅ, ᴡᴀs ᴛʜɪs ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ...ᴄᴀʟᴍ? 

꥟ - “ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ~“ 

꥟ - ᴏʜ, OH. 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴀʟʟ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴇᴜᴛʀᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙɪᴛ ᴇxᴄɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ

꥟ - “sᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜᴛs? ⵊ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀɪɴ’ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ.“ 

꥟ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴇʟᴇᴘᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ, ᴛᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀɪsᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ʙʟᴀᴅᴇᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅ

꥟ - ᴏʜ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄᴇ 

꥟ - ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴇᴅ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀʟʟ ᴛᴏʀɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ

𝐂𝐇𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 ☼🧸 

◎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ TV ᴀᴛ ʜɪs S/O’s ʜᴏᴜsᴇ, ʜɪᴅɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ꜰʀᴏᴍ Aɴᴅʏ. 

◎ - “ⵊ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ.“ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴏʀ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴜᴛ, ᴛʜɪɴɢs ꜰᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ.

◎ - “ʜᴇʏ, ʙᴀʙᴇs- 𝗛𝗢𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗧. 𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪?! 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚 𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩 𝙥𝙞𝙜𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧!“ 

◎ - ʏᴏᴜ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʏs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʙᴜʟɢɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏʟʟ ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

◎ - “ᴡᴇʟʟ, ɪᴛ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ᴘɪɢs ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇs ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢ ᴛᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇᴅ ’Aɴᴅʏ’ ʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ʙᴇʟʟ?“ 

◎ - “ᴏʜ, ᴏᴋᴀʏ, sᴏ- 𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏?!“ 

◎ - ʜɪs ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏᴡ ᴀɢᴀᴘᴇ, ʜɪs ᴇʏᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ɴᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴘ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

◎ - “ᴏʜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴍᴇ, ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴ. Nᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ?“ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʀɪᴅɢᴇ. 

◎ - ɴᴇᴇᴅʟᴇss ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʙᴇʏᴏɴᴅ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ. ʜɪs ᴄʜᴇᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ, ᴜɴᴅᴇʀsᴛᴀɴᴅɪɴɢ S/O ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ/ʜᴜʀᴛ ʜɪs ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴇɴᴇᴍʏ? 

◎ - ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʜɪs sʜᴏᴄᴋ, ʜᴇ ʀᴀɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟᴇɢs 

◎ - “ᴅᴀᴍɴ, ʙᴀʙᴇs. ⵊ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴀ! ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀ ᴀɴᴅ ⵊ ᴏᴡᴇ ʏᴀ!“ 

◎ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ ᴀs ʜᴇ ᴘᴇᴘᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇᴅ ʟᴇɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛɪɴʏ ᴋɪssᴇs. 

◎ - ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇɴᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴅᴏʟʟ ᴍᴀɴ. 

𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐇𝐌𝐒♡︎😩💕

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴇʟs ʜɪʀᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴsᴛᴀɪʀs 

☘︎︎ - “ʙʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs?“ 

☘︎︎ - “ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ.“ ʜɪs ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴀs ɴᴏ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ʜɪɢʜ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴜsᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ. 

☘︎︎ - “ⵊ ᴄᴀɴ ʜᴇʟᴘ-“ 

☘︎︎ - “sᴛᴀʏ.“ 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʜɪᴍ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ, ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴜʀʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏʙʙᴇʀ. 

☘︎︎ - ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ 2 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs, ᴀʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴡᴀs ᴄʀᴀsʜɪɴɢ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴀ ɢʀᴜɴᴛ, ɪᴛ sᴏᴜɴᴅᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪᴛ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ǫᴜɪᴄᴋʟʏ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀɪʀs. 

☘︎︎ - ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴡᴀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴇ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ ʟᴀɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏɴ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴀ ʟᴏᴜᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏʀᴄᴇʟᴀɪɴ ᴍᴀsᴋ. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪᴛᴄʜᴇɴ ᴡᴀs ꜰᴀsᴛ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴜʟʟᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʀᴜɴɴɪɴɢ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ sᴀᴡ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ 

☘︎︎ - ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʙʀᴀʜᴍs ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇsᴄᴀᴘᴇ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛɪᴄᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ sᴄʀᴇᴇᴄʜ ᴀs ᴛʜɪs sᴛᴀʀᴛʟᴇᴅ Bʀᴀʜᴍs, ᴄᴀᴜsɪɴɢ Bʀᴀʜᴍs ᴛᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ. 

☘︎︎ - ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜɪs ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴀs ʟɪꜰᴇʟᴇss. 

☘︎︎ - Bʀᴀʜᴍs ᴡᴀs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ. 

☘︎︎ - ᴛᴇᴀʀs ʀᴀɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ Bʀᴀʜᴍs. 

☘︎︎ - “ᴏʜ, Bʀᴀʜᴍsɪᴇs, ⵊ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙᴀᴅʟʏ!“ 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪᴍ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ʙᴇᴀʀ ʜᴜɢ 

☘︎︎ - ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀsᴋ, ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇsᴛʀᴜᴄᴋ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ. Yᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʜɪᴍ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs. 

☘︎︎ - ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ɪɴʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴀᴛ 

𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍 ❤︎︎♫💀

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟɪᴍʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜᴜᴅ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴏᴏʀ. 

♪ - “sʜɪᴛ...!“ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʜᴏᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ʜᴀᴅɴ'ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ɢɪᴠɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀ ʜᴀʀᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ, sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴜʀʀʏ, ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴏꜰꜰ 

♪ - ᴀ ʏᴏᴜɴɢᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴄᴏʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴄᴏᴠᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴇʏᴇs ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ. 

♪ - ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ 

♪ - “ᴛᴀᴛᴇ...“

♪ - ʜᴇ ɪᴍᴍᴇᴅɪᴀᴛᴇʟʏ sᴄᴏᴏᴘᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ʜᴜɢ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ sᴏꜰᴛ, ǫᴜɪᴇᴛ sᴏʙs ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀ. 

♪ - “ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴡʜʏ ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ? ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜʀᴛ? ᴡʜʏ ɪs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴅɪᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ?-“ 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʙᴏᴍʙᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ᴀs sᴏᴏɴ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ɢɪɢɢʟᴇs. 

♪ - “ᴛᴏᴏ ᴍᴀɴʏ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, Tᴀᴛᴇ. ⵊ'ᴍ ꜰɪɴᴇ, ⵊ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ.“ 

♪ - “ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡʜᴀᴛ?“ ʜᴇ ʀᴀɪsᴇs ʜɪs ʙʀᴏᴡs

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ. “sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡᴀs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙʟɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, sᴏ ⵊ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ.“ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ. ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪs, ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴇ ɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴀᴅ ᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ Jᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜɪᴍ

♪ - ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀʟʟ, ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʙɪᴛs, sᴏ ʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɪʟʟᴇᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴏʀ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ. Hᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ. 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴍɪʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴋ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ. 

♪ - “ʟᴇᴛ's ɢᴏ ɢᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʟᴇᴀɴᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ⵊ'ʟʟ sᴛᴀʀᴛ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʏᴏᴜ.“ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋs ɢʀᴇᴡ ᴀ ʀᴏsʏ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ʜɪᴍ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛʜ

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴋʟʏ ɴᴏᴅᴅᴇᴅ ᴀs ʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴛʟʏ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜʀᴏᴏᴍ 

♪ - ʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ��ᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜɴᴅʀᴇss

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅʏ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ., ʟᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀsᴇʟꜰ sɪɴᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛʜ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴏꜰ ʙᴜʙʙʟᴇs 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴜᴅᴅᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴇʟᴛ sᴏꜰᴛ, ᴄᴏʟᴅ ʜᴀɴᴅs ʀᴜʙ ʏᴏᴜʀ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅᴇʀs

♪ - ʜᴇ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴀᴘ ʙᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴀɴ ɪᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀɢ, ᴘʀᴇssɪɴɢ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sᴀᴛ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ. 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ᴡʜɪᴍᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴡᴀsʜᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɪʀ, ʟᴇɢs, ᴀʀᴍs, ᴀɴʏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ 

♪ - ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴇ, ʜᴇ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅʀʏ ᴜᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴇᴅ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ʜᴜɢɢᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴡᴇʀ, ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴅ, ʟᴀᴜɢʜɪɴɢ 

♪ - ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴜᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ʜɪs ᴀʀᴍs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ 

♪ - “ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ.“ ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇᴀʀ 

♪ - ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴜᴍᴍᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴋɪss ʜɪᴍ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏʀᴇʜᴇᴀᴅ. “ⵊ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ.“ 

𝐒𝐓𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 + 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒 ☏ 👻🔪

☏- “ᴏᴡ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋ...!“ ᴀ ʙʟᴏɴᴅᴇ ʜᴀɪʀᴇᴅ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇs ʜɪᴛ ʜᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, sʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴠᴇs. 

☏- ᴀ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴊᴜᴍᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇʏᴇ, ʟɪꜰᴛɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰᴏᴏᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋɪᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ sᴛʀᴀɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏᴍᴀᴄʜ 

☏- sʜᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴇᴀʀ ᴘɪᴇʀᴄɪɴɢ sʜʀɪᴇᴋ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴄʟɪᴍʙ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴀs sʜᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴋʟʏ ꜰᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ʙᴀᴄᴋ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇʏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɴɪꜰᴇ, ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴍᴀɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇɴ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛᴇᴅʟʏ sᴛᴀʙʙɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴄᴋ. 

☏- ʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇs, ɢᴀɢs, sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜʀɢʟᴇs ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴜꜰꜰʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ ɢʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜᴏᴠᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ 

☏- ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʟɪᴍᴘ, ɪɴᴅɪᴄᴀᴛɪɴɢ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ, ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʜᴏsᴛʟʏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀsᴋ 

☏- ʀᴇᴠᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ [ʜᴀɪʀ-ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] ʜᴀɪʀ, [ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] ᴇʏᴇs ᴀɴᴅ [sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀ] sᴋɪɴ. ʏᴏᴜ.

☏- “ᴡᴏᴡ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ sʜᴏᴡ!“ 

☏-ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴍ 

☏- ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴜʀɴᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇs, sɪᴍɪʟᴀʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ 

☏- “ᴅɪᴅ ᴘʀᴇᴛᴛʏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ɪ?“ ʏᴏᴜ sᴍɪʀᴋᴇᴅ. 

☏- “ʏᴇᴀ, ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴅᴏʟʟ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ,“ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʟᴏᴀᴋᴇᴅ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇs ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴍᴀsᴋ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴜ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅs. ǫᴜɪᴛᴇ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ. 

☏- ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴇs, sᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀsᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ sᴛᴏʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴄᴏsᴛᴜᴍᴇs, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜsᴛ ᴏᴜᴛ. 

☏- sᴛᴜ ᴡᴀs ꜰʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ᴀɴᴅ Bɪʟʟʏ's ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴇᴛ

☏- ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ʜɪᴍ ɢᴏ ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ɪᴛ 

☏- ᴛʜᴇɴ, ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏɪᴄᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʀs ᴡᴀs ɢᴏɴᴇ, sᴏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ 

☏- “ʜᴇʏ, ᴜʜ, ʙɪʟʟʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ᴛʜᴇʏ...?“ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ sɪɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʜᴏᴍᴇ. 

☏- ᴡʜᴇɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀ ʟᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ sᴀʏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴀ. 

☏- ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴏɴᴇsᴛʏ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴏꜰꜰ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴏꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ, ʏᴏᴜ ʟᴀᴜɢʜᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴏʀᴇ 

☏- “ʙᴀʙᴇs, ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ US? ʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ!“ 

☏- sᴛᴜ ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀʏꜰᴜʟʟʏ ᴏꜰꜰᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴡᴀs ᴀʀᴏᴜsᴇᴅ...

☏- ʸᵉˢ, ᵃʳᵒᵘˢᵉᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃʳᵈ ᵐᵉ

☏- ᴏᴠᴇʀᴀʟʟ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛʟʏ sʜᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢs ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ 

☏- ʙɪʟʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ? ʟᴇᴛs sᴀʏ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ʜᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

☏- ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴛᴜ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ! (•̀ᴗ•́)و

[slasherhomo]

today another goofy day-

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | kisses!

info;

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), Black Christmas, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Billy Lenz

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content

♡ note; i hope to do a first meeting and kisses post for all ton of slashers, so let me know who else you wanna see! there’s already some i swapped out between the two posts just because of ideas i already had

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Brahms Heelshire

> this brat is always begging for kisses

> he’s not really one to physically initiate

> and it’s secretly because he loves when you follow his orders

> but he loves all kinds of kisses, and he’s usually content with more chaste ones

> when you do make out though, he is sloppy

> he’s still so touch starved and sensitive

> so it can go from just a long peck to him panting and huffing surprisingly quickly

> and he likes when you praise him for it

> he loves when you pin his hands while you kiss him, laying beneath you as you straddle his chest

> but he loves pawing at you almost as much- in the same position of course

> loves receiving marks

> especially hickies on his neck, like a dumb horny teen

Micheal Myers

> he’s not huge on kissing, or other non-sexual contact

> he’ll make you ask for it

> sometimes even beg

> and then he’ll roll up his mask and kiss you, rough and breathless

> he’s a biter, on your lips, neck, anywhere

> and the more you whine the more he marks you

> all that being said

> he loves when you kiss the mask

> you can swear you’ve heard him groan a bit from it before

> he’ll feel you up as you do too, making it hot and heavy despite how one sided the contact is

> he loves grabbing your throat, pushing you against the wall and kissing you so hard it stuns you

> sometimes to get what he wants, because he’s a malewife manipulator

> but sometimes because he loves the hazy eyed face you make as he pulls away

Thomas Hewitt

> oh my god loves when you kiss him

> forehead kisses, cheek kisses, kisses through the mask, kisses pressed to his jaw, etc etc

> hell you lean over and kiss his arm and he’s giddy- in his silent and almost unnoticeable way

> he loves kissing your neck in particular

> partially because he can hide- the insecurity is hard to shake

> but also because he loves coaxing pretty noises out of you

> freaks out when he leaves marks- but also loves the way you bruise after you reassure him it’s okay

> he loves when you lie on top of him, lazily kissing him between giggles

> it makes you seem so small (because gd, he’s 6’9 and built like a brick house), and he can grab your ass all he wants

Bubba Sawyer

> might be the Biggest Kiss Enjoyer out there

> he loves giving kisses all over!!!

> but especially loves peppering your face with kisses until you’re giggling too hard to let him continue

> he also loves getting kisses, because ofc

> he likes when you kiss his tummy, on top of everything else he can be insecure about his build

> and his hands- chances are y’all also have a huge size difference, and he’s always in awe of how little your cheek is in his hand. so he loves when you lean and kiss his palm

> his favorite kisses are when he picks you up and twirls you around

> and then he settles you in his arms and kisses you sweetly

> not too sexual but intimate

Billy Lenz

> this guy 🙄 in a word, frantic

> there is no peck on the lips with Billy Lenz

> whatever your intention, if you don’t pull away literally immediately, it’s getting dirty fast

> he’s all tongue and teeth and giggles

> like Brahms he’s incredibly pent up

> but baby boy is unintentionally (and sometimes intentionally) aggressive

> marks you up like it’s his job- hickies and bites and even sometimes bruises from holding your hips too hard because he’s stronger than he looks

> grabs your hair and tugs your head back to look at you and tell you how pretty you look and babble weird incoherent shit

> he loves you in his lap, facing him and practically grinding up on you as he lick lick licks your neck and any other skin he can between kisses

[weskin-time]

Ok so Deathslinger, Bubba, Ghostface and Michael with a survivor who yells “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid” at them while they’re (the survivor) being chased by them (the killer) if that makes sense

Sorry this took so long!! this is my first time writing for the DBD killers so i hope i do them some justice!!

Stretch for DBD survivor when

DBD Killers x GN!Survior

not beta read

Deathslinger

He just wouldn’t get off your ass the entire match.

At the very beginning he was chasing Dwight before he spotted you at a nearby generator before dropping chase and picking it up with you. Weaving in between trees, ducking behind covers, even hiding in a locker never deterred this cowboy from going after you. You weren’t fully paying attention but you think you’ve heard 3 generators pop already, you were surprised you ran him for this long without getting shot or hit.

You chest hurt from how hard your heart was beating and your legs were starting to feel like lead as you ran around the Rotten Fields trying to loose the tall hulking cowboy in the corn. You weren’t even the obsession, he had so many opportunities to shoot you but it almost seemed like he missed on purpose.

You were getting a little fed up honestly.

Turning your head around to look at him aiming down his gun you yelled out to him, “You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid, cowboy!!”

Now that seemed to catch him off guard. Caleb Quinn let out a horse wheeze of a laugh before white hot pain exploded in your stomach. He shot you.

You grabbed onto the harpoon like metal in your abdomen, trying to struggle against the chain as he wound up the gun to bring you closer. You grunted in pain as the tall cowboy pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t break free before you were inches away from him. Part of you thinks you fucked up by teasing him, but another part of you was relieved the chase would finally end.

You prepared to feel the barbed metal rip out of you and a slash across your chest but none came, instead his large hand came down to grip on the spear, effectively holding you in place close to him. You stared up at the massive man, his glowing white eyes bore into your sole it felt like before he pulled you closer by the metal in your stomach and leaned down to put his face in your own. Whips of grey white hair tickled your face as he looked at you with a shit eating grin on his face. You would have been blushing if all the blood wasn’t leaking out of your abdomen.

“So what if I do?” His voice was a tad raspy, it held a slight irish accent mixed with one of a western cowboy, you didn’t expect him to have a voice like that but you also don’t know what you expected him to sound like.

This was the first time you were this close to the man, and as you took in his features you realized he was a handsome man, large scar and all. You two stared at each other for what felt like a minute before he ripped the barbed spear out of your guts and he smacked you with the butt end of his gun making you fall to the ground.

You don’t know if you fucked up by teasing him but you definitely had a new problem now.

The Cannibal 

You could hear that chainsaw a mile away. You sighed as you got started putting wires together on a generator in Father Campbell’s Chapel. It had been quiet for quiet some time as you almost finished the generator, but you spoke too soon because a bleeding Meg ran past you and you began to hear heavy footsteps follow her up the stairs.

You lost your focus on the generator escaped you as it exploded in your face. Meg was already gone and now you had Bubba on your tail as you ran and jumped out the window. Barely a grunt came out of you as you landed on the ground, a two story fall was nothing but a little ache on your ankles, the Entity worked in weird ways. You turned to your left and ran your way to the killers shack, behind you you could hear the man’s chainsaw rev up.

You knew this killer was from a movie back in your own world before the Entity took you in its hard grasp, you barely remember the franchise of movies due to the Entity but every time you saw Bubba running around the map you had this flash of a memory in your head, where he’s in a radio station being distracted by a woman, her legs spread and his chainsaw running against her inner thigh. He spared her then, and you wondered if you could fluster him and use that tactic against him.

You entered the shack with an idea in your mind, he set off his chainsaw and swung it around, barely missing you as you ducked into the shack before the last swing hit you. You did your best to run him out the other door and before he could get out you slammed the pallet down on top of him. He let out a squealing sound as he tried to recover from the stun. This was all going to plan.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You stood in place on the other side of the pallet, your entire body told you to run but you went against it.

He straightened out his posture for a second, he looked like you just flash banged him, the skinned face on his own covered any reaction you could gauge but you assumed he was a little shocked as he wasn’t revving his chainsaw to knock the pallet into splinters.

A small gasp like sound came from him, his posture looked conflicted on what to do in this situation and you had a voice in the back of your head wondering if you made him uncomfortable. But you doubled down on your words and gave him a wink.

That seemed to knock him out of what ever kind of spell he was in, and he made a loud chocked squeak and grabbed his yellow bloodstained apron with one hand and moved it to cover his already hidden face. You did it. You flustered the man.

He dropped the apron and turned around, he looked back at you and made a sound before leaving the shack.

You watched him as he left, and you don’t think you could admit this to any other survivor by the campfire but that man was very cute and his reaction to a simple little dumb statement made your mind change it’s opinion on him.

Ghostface

You hated the Hospital. The layout was confusing, you could never find a generator, and there were too many spots a killer could hide from view. Certain killers could use that to their advantage, and one killer in particular did.

Ghostface was a mortal enemy of yours. He would always single you out every match no matter if you were the obsession or not, it was kind of your own fault for it if you were being honest. The first time you met him you made a horror movie reference and he’s been hooked on you ever since, now he chases you around every time he sees you make horror movie quips back and forth before he hooks you and leaves you for dead. He made you hurt. He tore through your flesh in a way no other killer did, he left you sore after trials when normally you were patched up and fine. He was ruthless with you

You were working on the generator in the center of the building, it wasn’t safe as it was out in the open but it was the easiest generator to find on the map. You spotted movement out of the corner of your eye, a black shadow dodged behind a door frame and it settled in your mind of who you were as to who you were being hunted by.

You stopped your movements on the generator and stared at the door frame to see a white mask pop out and look back at you. You might have been imagining it but it looked like he gave you a nod, but you still turned around and booked it. Your heart beat fast as he followed you through rooms, he tried to slash you but you vaulted through a window before he could and his knife hit the wall. He was being quiet today, quieter than normal at least.

You ran him into another room and dropped a pallet on him, stunning him for a second as you ran to get away from him.

“Come back sweetheart! I’m not gonna hurt cha’! I’m just going to bash your brains in!” He referenced The Shining yelling after you, there’s the Ghostface you know and despise.

“Oh Shut it Danny! You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid!” You looked over your shoulder to see he gained back the space lost from being stunned.

You felt leather wrap around your arm and yank you back, turning you around and pulling you close to him. His hand left your arm and grabbed at the collar of your shirt, holding you in place unable to escape his hard grasp. Ghostface pulled you so his mask and your face were inches apart, you could hear his heavy breath muffled by his mask.

“You’ve just figured that out huh?” He didn’t give you any time to register his words before manhandling you into the large shower room of the Hospital before placing your stunned ass into a stall. “Stay here. you and i are going to have a little chat when i get done killing your friends.” He curled his fingers into air quotes on the word chat.

“Wha- huh??” You dumbly asked as he began to turn away from you.

“Oh sweetheart you haven’t noticed that you’re my favorite? That you get special treatment? How i make it hurt worse for you and no one else? You’re the only one I care to talk to hun. Now be a good pet and stay right there till i get back.”

Oh. Oh Okay. You stayed put mostly out of fear but another feeling settled deep in your stomach, a feeling you didn’t want to think about.

The Shape

For being a tall wall of a man, Micheal Myers was silent, he was scary. When they say he stalks they could never truly elaborate the pure primal fear this man made someone feel as he silently chased after them. You had found out the hard way why he was called The Shape.

You were trying to unlock a chest, the action easy but time consuming. Jiggling the lock loose always seemed to do the trick, and you had the time and ability to look around to make sure you were safe while doing so. You were safe as far as you know.

A large hand grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you away from the chest as if you were a baby kitten, but the collar of your shirt dug into your throat and made you choke, effectively stunning you for a short second. The killer used this as an opportunity to turn you around and grab you by the throat. You were face to face with a white empty eyed mask, the brown hair glued onto the old rubber seemed to be wearing away with age. His massive hand was around your throat, his fingers crushing your wind pipe as he lifted you into the air. Pain shot down from your jaw to your shoulders as it felt like your head was going to be ripped off. Blood couldn’t make its way to your head with his vise grip making your vision blur and begin to turn black on the edges. You struggled against his grasp, your hands trying to hold yourself up to relieve the pressure on your neck, your foot came to kick his stomach but he grip tightened and you choked and missed him.

You felt loopy as your head began to swim, you looked into the eye holes of his mask and it must have been the lack of oxygen and blood to your head but part of you liked this. Some part of you was enjoying this. This man was strong enough to hold you’re entire body weight up with just one arm as you wiggled and struggled in his grasp.

“Ohhh you wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” you wheezed out. Your vision started to turn fully black and your lungs began to scream at you.

Your body was jolted as if you’ve been shocked as you harshly and suddenly landed on the hard ground, you gasped and gagged for air, tears now running down your face as you coughed and cried. Your eyes throbbed as the blood began to rush back into your head, your throat burned and your shoulders ached.

You looked up to see Micheal Myers standing stiff as always looming over you. He stared down at you and tilted his head to the side as if he was a confused dog. The empty black eye holes of the mask bore into your recovering body like a cougar stalking its prey. He had dropped you. Why? Did you startle him by talking to him? Did you fluster him? you were right?? Was he going to kill you?

A generator popped in the distance and he straightened up his head. He looked down at you one last time before he turned around and began to head in the direction of the popped generator. You held your throat as you continued to gasp as you watched him walk away. He made it about a ways off before you stopped and turned back to you. You must have still been loopy from the choking because you weakly lifted up a meek thumbs up and he turned back around to find you the other survivors.

What. Was that a good thing?

[asston69]

How Slashers would react to There S/O as a baker

Brahms heelshire

He loves that your a baker! Well he just loves you because he wants someone to take care of him, so throughout the day he will literally come up to you make you make little pastures for him. Oh and obviously you don't go out of the house to get stuff. So you have make everything from scratch.

Micheal myers

He likes it when he gets home immediately he is welcome with food for him. Sometimes, after a long day, he just likes to get something after he comes him. You have a bakery up town, it's a small business but everyone in town loves it. He even does.

Thomas hewitt

Right in the gas station/butcher shop, there is a cute small bakery. Thomas and his family love the pastries you come home with after work. He loves it and you.

Bubba sawyer

Just like thomas, but when you bring home pastries home, he squeals in excitement. It's his favorite part of the day. When you go take a shower, you come to Bubba already eating the pastures that you two were going to share.

Art the clown

He loves to bake the pastries with you. Sometimes, he puts a bit of posin in the batter, and he cooks it himself instead of you just in case you try to taste it. He usually gives it to his victims if he's just too lazy to do anything.

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Hopefully you guys liked this!

[djorgcre]

october needs to come faster so i can get my yearly taste of the juicest most explicit gut wrenching god appalling slasher smut that would make the devil himself blush