#rob x y/n

[dilfsfordinner]

a/n- i might have severe baby fever, idk.

pairing- husband toji x fem!reader

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Contrary to his name literally meaning “blessing”, Megumi was nothing short of a curse during bath time. He absolutely hated it, and he made it his tiny life’s mission to make sure his parents dreaded it as well.

“Megs, please just.. work with me here,” Toji pleaded, exhaustion brewing inside of him, his hands desperately trying to keep the squirming child before him tame.

You’d gone to run some errands, leaving Toji to attempt bath time alone, his previous confidence shriveling into nothingness the second he heard little Megumi cry as soon as he was dunked into the warm water. At three months old, he was the perfect child, quiet and happy, tame in every aspect of life, a fact that seemed to be nothing but false when Toji was the one left in charge of watching him.

Toji didn’t even think it possible for something to cry as much as Megumi did without passing out, but he had been proven wrong before, the wriggling thing in his hands wailing his heart out to try and convince his dad to let him out. “I’m sorry baby, but you did this to yourself,” he huffed, gently rubbing bubbles along his son’s belly, tiny feet kicking water up at him, Megumi clearly trying to escape the horror of his nightly bath.

You see, Toji would feel bad for his baby had he not been the cause for the bath in the first place, the mashed carrots he had for dinner ending up smeared down his face and front, far from the target of his mouth. Said carrots began to fade away from the whimpering Megumi’s skin, turning the water into a soapy orange. His little body fit perfectly in Toji’s large hands, the newborn scrunch still apparent as baby Megs’ legs squished up to his belly in a useless attempt at kicking his dad’s fingers away.

The crying problem only escalated as soon as Toji introduced a washcloth into the picture, Megumi squealing, kicking and writhing with so much force, he might as well have been a full-grown adult.

Without your seemingly ‘all-knowing’ insight when it came to parenting, Toji rushed to find his own solution, grabbing a used bottle of soap that appeared to be extremely bubbly, hurriedly pumping out the liquid into the water filled basin, praying that the mysterious substance would somehow, someway, quell the curse possessing his son.

It was almost as if Megumi was hypnotized or something, because the instant the familiar smell of his mother hit his nose, his screaming cries died down to nothing but little babbles, coos leaving him in a low, comfortable purr. You see, it wasn’t just any old soap bottle. No, it was the soap you had used to bathe Megs the night after you’d come home from the hospital after giving birth. Toji remembered just how surreal and peaceful the night was, so he could understand why the familiar scent would coax his baby into a severe bout of relaxation.

Finally quitting his incessant wriggling, Megumi relaxed in Toji’s hold, the smell of the soap slowly coaxing him into a sleepy state, his little nose wrinkling and eyelids occasionally fluttering open and closed. Toji hadn't noticed before but his tiny fingers began to wrap around his pinky finger, holding onto it in a playful manner.

“hm-” Toji hummed, finally understanding the cause of his son’s untamable mood. “You just miss mama, huh?” he murmured, gentle as he picked up a sponge, running the soft material along the cooing baby’s chest and belly, sudsing up his little body, taking advantage of the sleepy mood that seemed to come over the boy.

“Yeah.. me too,” was all Toji could think to say, honestly relating to the fit his son had thrown over missing his mother, Toji feeling the same way but without the screaming and crying to show it. Finishing his gentle cleansing, Toji leaned down to press a kiss on the sleepy Megumi’s forehead. "Let’s get you to bed," he whispered, hand cupping some water to rinse him with before he gently lifted him to his chest, head resting against his shoulder.

It was a breeze the rest of the night, Toji falling victim to sleep as well, he and Megumi alike in a sense that they both enjoyed resting more than anything. The couch was the chosen spot, Toji lying shirtless against the large piece of furniture, Megumi’s blue, fuzzy onesie warm against his chest as they dozed off, a large hand resting against the tiny baby’s back, holding him safe and sound even while unconscious.

He couldn’t explain it, but being alone with his child, his baby, kindled a feeling of comfortability, of pure contentment, in his chest, he knew that no matter how untamable or stubborn or confusing Megumi could be at times, he would always be his son, his little curse of a blessing.

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[luxthestrange]

OP Incorrect quotes#57 Drama-

After the whole fiasco with Enie lobby, finding out the man you fell in love with was an undercover agent and only using you as cover to obtain the blueprints from Iceberg...So when he failed EPICALLY, You decided to take up the offer along with Franky to join the straw hat...happily living in peace knowing you dodged a bullet....thinking he died-

Y/n*Looking at Lucci, standing in his new fancy suit*...You're alive

Lucci: No, Need to sound so disappointed...Is that any way to speak to your Ex-Fiance?No hug?~

Y/n: Go hug a landmine-*Sees Hattori waving wing at themself and smiles at him waving back*Oh I can't hate you pretty bird, I did miss you~

[sl4sh3rsub]

rz michael myers hcs (nsfw: mdni)

rz michael myers x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: a lot here. mikey has a monster cock, insecure + inexperienced michael, he doesn't talk but makes noise + mouths words + grunts syllables sometimes (selectively mute ig?), oral sex (both giving and receiving), excessive creampies, fingering (receiving), no lube we die like men his dick n spit does it for him, masturbation, rimming (both giving and receiving), knife kink, excessive mentions of precum + spit + cum, creative use of cum/arousal fluids in arts projects, musk kink, choking (receiving), mentions of sex toys, thigh humping, mention of canon SA and violence (nothing w/ or directly involving reader), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), cum eating, slight somnophilia, bruises and hickeys, cockwarming, slight worship (receiving), dry humping, handjobs, 2 mentions of him having a mini shrine to you, mentions of needle hrt in ftm + mtf bits (feel free to ignore), mentions of the institute/asylum

a/n: sorta edited. tried not to be too ooc, but it's more focused on a softer side of michael - personally i think his character is very different to og/peepaw myers! rz mikey is more based in instinct rather than previous experiences/societal expectations, so there's more general hcs than separate sections this time. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

as michael is very inexperienced with kissing, he'll smash his lips against yours and become a huffing mess after he gets worked up from your breath mingling with his and your darkening gazes meeting

if you play with his hair and gaze into his eyes, he can't help it if he gets half-hard - his body will always needily react to your attention and affection

he's most at home in grey sweatpants - he's very used to wearing them while making his masks and associates them with comfort and the years of creatively honing his craft

so naturally, don't be surprised when his already impressive girth pulses and thickens at the sight of you bending over or reaching something off a high shelf

mikey will absolutely make you your own special mask!! although, the glue he uses for your personal paper mâché mix is a bit more,, personal. he'll also use your arousal to paint the inner layer of his favourite mask :( he simply needs to have some semblance of you with him at all times, especially whenever he's out on the town and away from your embrace

he's borderline hypersexual and gets half-hard and extremely sensitive without reason, however he doesn't always feel the need to act on his urges with you. expect him hiding his arousal during mundane activities, getting flushed and shy when he realises that you notice :<

if he's comfortable on the couch, he'll make himself at home with a horrendous manspread. naturally, this leads to him getting flustered whenever you kneel in between his legs with a mischievous glint in your eye. if you ask him sweetly, he'll be more than happy to sit you in between his strong thighs and let you hump into his hand while you both watch a movie

if he's not feeling like he wants to be inside you, he'll lie on his back with his knees up, pulling you to straddle his waist and lean back against his thighs. from this angle, he's able to watch you play with yourself and masturbate above him while feeling your weight grounding him, just out of reach but almost close enough to taste

he loves taking you from behind and kissing the base of your neck, your breathless giggles echoing in his ears as his long hair tickles your shoulders and back

michael loves having you cockwarm him while he makes his masks!! he adores it when you doze off with your cheek smushed into his shoulder during a late night arts-and-crafts session, the slow pulse of his heartbeat deep inside you

he's so, so incredibly thankful for you, that he's able to unleash his frustrations into you, whether it be about a ripped mask or just about pentup emotions. he's eternally thankful for your love and under the table support

you are mikey's angel, his true saving grace. after his long bout at the institute, he was fully convinced that being loved by anyone was impossible for him. your welcoming arms and gentle praise proved him wrong and completely changed his image of heaven - to michael, it's no longer a cloudy sky mentioned in those old books, it's your warm embrace and loving gaze. it just took him a little while to realise that he was in his own little paradise with you

he tries his hardest to treat you with absolute reverence and adoration T-T he's devoted to making you feel good with him, no matter what. usually, this means holding back from skullfucking you at a brutal pace whenever you give him head. your throat is just so tight around him :( it's got him steadying himself against a wall with his hand, shaking and sweating from holding back, with his gorgeous, garbled moans encouraging you to swallow the saltiness of his length

mikey's wandering hands always end up on your ass or tummy whenever you cuddle together, it's just comforting for him

he's one of the strongest, largest men to ever walk the earth, but the way he gently traces your facial features makes you forget that completely. michael handles you like you're made of porcelain, only using soft pressure unless you assure him he won't break you easily

he has a big, strong and beefy body. lord knows how he maintained it in the institute but with you, he's gonna try his damnedest to put all of his strength to good use - whether it be getting you off while fingering you, his toned forearms barely breaking a sweat or his tree trunk thighs tensing while you ride them

mikey is not trimmed or well-groomed downstairs, his pubes are a wild and unkempt cloud of blonde and light grey hair, so you know he's not caring about how you look at all. you're a fuckin deity in his eyes and he'll dispose of anyone who makes you feel anything other than heavenly

michael is uncut, big and thick, with a large vein running up the underside - so heavy and large that it can't even stand up against his belly, instead slightly bobbing with his pulse and hanging low. it's the type you see in lewd magazines, where it tilts down even when fully hard

when you're on your knees for him, expect his weepy cockhead to drip onto your face while you kiss and nip at his heavy, full balls

oh yeah, this man has the definition of breeder balls; hanging low, swollen and filled to the brim with his potent cum. he truly has so much to give, so you'd better be ready for multiple loads throughout the night

in contrast to michael's hard cock, his nipples are soft and incredibly sensitive. if he's trying to cum as fast as possible, he'll sneak a hand up his shirt and pinch at them relentlessly - make sure they're puffy and spit-glazed after you've been ontop, he goes absolutely feral would really appreciate it

mikey has massive hands too - his fingers are enough to fill you considerably, but he often resorts to stuffing your mouth with them or using his palm to muffle your noises if you're being vocal. he definitely doesn't want the cops called on you just because he's great at pleasuring you

his cock feels heavy inside you, almost like he's deep in your chest whenever he bottoms out. the weight is absolutely dizzying as it stretches you out each thrust and rubs all of the right places. he easily gets drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, leading to his head being tossed back with drool dribbling down his chin at the sensation

he has the biggest size kink possible but he really doesn't want to get carried away when exerting his strength and size on you - he doesn't want to get carried away or hurt you too badly :(

michael uses whatever knife he can get his hands on during foreplay to add a bit of risk and edge. cutting off your underwear and shirt, tracing down thighs and hips and gently nicking your skin every once in a while, but he quickly tosses it if you beg him to fuck you desperately enough - he doesn't wanna hurt you that bad, not before he's even gotten started

mikey is incredibly insecure about himself and his own worth as a person. he fears your love is only temporary and that you'll move on, leaving him behind as a memory or an adrenaline rush of foolish regret :( for that reason, he's terrified to go too hard or hurt you badly - he's convinced you'll be in pain and be fearful of him if he fucks up. be sure to reassure him when you're together after you have a rougher time and he's manhandling you more <3

initially when he learnt about dry humping, he was confused as to why he craved the friction so desperately but he's learnt to give in - michael will almost immediately cum in his pants if you quietly reassure him you'll clean up the mess you're both bound to leave on his clothes. half the fun (in his eyes, at least) is seeing you get flustered over the sheer amount of his load that's seeping into his boxers from just that little bit of friction

his favourite place to have you is on his lap - cockwarming, cuddling or napping, he does not care. he needs to have your face pressed into his neck with his larger frame providing you with warmth and stability

will rarely fist his cock but if you ever catch him, you might be able to make out his lips repeating the shape of your name over and over

for a long while at the start of your.. arrangement, he had no idea how to initiate sex. he'd just hover close to you, desperately hoping you'd notice the heat radiating from his massive, obvious bulge. would start to bite the inside of his cheek and guide your body towards him in a desperate hint if you didn't clock it immediately

he also did not know shit about the human anatomy, so he'll need you to guide him to where you want to be touched and with a bit of coaching, he'll learn the correct pressure and pace to get you off easily

if you tease him while he's in his overalls, the sight of his lower region slowly darkening with his endless pre and the sound of his haggard breathing devolving into animalistic grunts is nearly enough to make your knees give out

michael isn't a massive fan of fucking you on your bed, especially if your room is in a similar layout to his back at the institute. haunting memories brought on by the guards cast negative clouds across his mind and that is the last thing he wants with you. he'd much prefer to go at it against a wall, the couch or even the floor. most of the time, around his desk is where the action happens and your bed is solely reserved for sleep <3

he loves smearing his precum all over your face, loves letting his musk seep into your skin while your eyes glaze over with lust

he cups your chin, cheek and jaw whenever you have his full attention and his heart melts when you nuzzle into him - his thumb plays with your bottom lip and if you decide to suck on it to keep your mouth occupied, so expect to have mikey silently begging you to cockwarm him while his brain goes fuzzy

while you relax for the evening, watching a movie together, expect him to position you with your head on his thigh (your face way to close to his crotch ofc)

michael loves you sucking on his soft cock and warming him with your mouth, he adores the slow feeling of him growing hard as you moan and gag around his length

when you introduce him to the concept of the sixty-nine position, he absolutely short-circuits. what do you mean you can both suffocate in each other's musk while getting each other off?? what do you mean he can prop himself up above you so he can spend time teasing you while forcing you to choke on his length???

michael always cums a bit too quickly and a bit too much - the moment he enters you for the first time, he can't help but fill you up immediately (good thing he's blessed with inhuman stamina)

he's also the biggest fan of you offering to clean up the mess of his cum dripping down his shaft - if your ass is a bit tender and sore from his rough pace, he's more than happy to soften in your mouth while the two of you catch your breath and wind down

mikey isn't very confident with toys and would much rather pleasure you by himself, but he wouldn't mind learning slowly what you prefer over time

he's also not a fan of lube - it feels too cold on his skin and the slippery nature of it scares him a little, so the best way to get him all coated in pre (for your comfort ofc) is to rim him. his tip drools and spits out so much of his arousal whenever you fuck him with your tongue, rest assured it'll bubble down his shaft and drip onto your chest. the delicious flush of his neck and upper chest is a glorious sight to behold

he first feels the urge to make love to you slowly after he sees a steamy, romantic sex scene with a married couple on television - he wants to give you the warmth and care the actors portray on screen

when you first offered to give him head, he tentatively slapped his cock against your tongue to test waters and see if you liked the taste but ended up addicted to the feeling. he'll smack it against your lips and tongue every time you're on your knees for him

his heavy balls slapping against your chin while he floods your mouth with salty, thick warmth is one of his favourite sounds

he starts breathily whimpering in his gravelly voice whenever he fully bottoms out in your heat, one of the rare moments when he totally loses control over his lust for you

he grunts out the syllables of your name when he's about to cum, digging his fingers into your hips and nipping your neck, leaving deep marks on your skin

mikey gets the same rush whenever you both cum together as to when he stabs someone and kills them after a long game of cat and mouse - there's a reason why the french call it 'petit mortis', a little death

the first time the two of you had sex, it brought out such intense emotions from michael that he was left shaken, crying from confusion about the onslaught of feelings he just shared with you. he is originally torn between holding you close and never letting you go as well as instantly leaving and isolating himself in his own space - like he's used to. he needs time to fully mull over the situation and new sensations he experienced but he would really like to have you nearby incase he needs a hug :(

on a long day, after you've given him head, he'll softly catch his breath while watching you blissfully hum and rest your cheek against his thigh. he huffs a small chuckle as you press light kisses into his softening cock

myers really doesn't want to hurt your ass or bruise your upper thighs too much as he needs to have you perched on his lap whenever he can, but you can expect tender skin from his hips slapping into you as well as bruises from his grip on your waist and hips

if he was too rough with you the night before (maybe accidentally leaving bone-deep bruises or purple marks and scratches along your body), he'll disappear early next morning and return during breakfast with a fistful of fresh tulips as an apology, with their stems partially crushed. just be sure to rinse off the dirt still attached to the roots, it's the thought that counts :<

michael may be inexperienced and bashful but he'll try anything once if it gets you off and brings you pleasure

michael loves to place his hand around your throat, just as a reminder of his sheer strength and power over you. with the slightest amount of pressure, he could make your brain go dumb and your tongue loll out

he chokes you until your eyes become unfocused, your little gasps and whines becoming softer and softer. the proud glint in michael's eyes is deserved, as you fully trusted him with your life while you were in your most vulnerable position. he holds you close while you unsteadily catch your breath, mumbling about how good you are to him and stroking your hair all the while

if you're too shy to look up at him while he fucks you or gives you head, he'll tilt your chin up and groan when your cheeks flush at his blown out pupils

he's the type to not pull out after, needing to soften and catch his breath while still feeling connected, inadvertently overstimulating you without fail as his whole body is racked with aftershocks

if he's feeling mean, michael will make you hump his thigh while he palms at his dick during one of his arts and crafts sessions

he wipes the last dribbles of his cum on your inner thighs after he pulls out. he'll clean it either way - with a damp towel or his tongue, it's up to you <3

occasionally after a spree, he'll need to let his mind rest and will use you as his cute little fleshlight, burying himself deep inside you while guiding your hips along with his rhythm at a bruising pace. if you pay close attention, you'll see his lips forming silent prayers and whispers of apology whenever you yelp from the pace

his post-kill musk is potent enough to make your head spin. if you rest your cheek against his pectoral, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat start to slow against you :<

his guilty pleasure is pulling out while cumming thick spurts, slapping his tip across your skin while smearing his load all over you, be it your lips and cheeks or ass and thighs

michael doesn't want to disturb your sleep if he's needy, so he'll slip your hand in between his boxers and pajama pants to feel your smaller hand against his throbbing bulge. he's content to doze like that but expect to feel him humping into your fist while he sleeps. you may wake to the sound of sheets rustling as he licks up the mess he made, much too tired to change sheets but not wanting it to dry and soil your sheets

he insists on placing his hand firmly on the back of your neck whenever he takes you from behind - to stop you from fucking yourself back on his cock and squirming at his pace

after sex with mikey, it's a common occurrence for you both to be a panting mess on the floor when he's done, your throat sore from mindless babbling and loud moans - all complete with a wet, drool-covered spot on your shirt from his grunts through gritted, gnashed teeth. when he's floated back into the right headspace, he's absolutely mortified by his behaviour and is tentative to even glance at you in a less than innocent way for the next couple hours

if your soft body goes limp in his arms after a mind-blowing orgasm, he gets scared at first and stops his thrusts. he's worrying he hurt you but, once he realises you're alright, he'll support your head and neck and go completely feral, thrusting and grinding until he reaches his high as well

whenever you fall asleep ontop of him, he needs to have your face tucked into the crook of his neck - the scent of your hair and sex in the air lulls him to sleep quicker than any sedative could

he adores your attention while you both bask in your respective afterglows - your hands gently cradling his face while he tucks himself away is one of his favourite, most soothing actions of yours. he'll always rub circles into your skin in return

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amab hcs

michael is inexperienced and completely driven by instinct when it comes to giving head - he wouldn't be deep-throating, instead focusing on your tip and licking along your veins. he's a master of giving handjobs, with the amount of spit he shamelessly coats you with (not to mention his rougher hands)

if he's particularly needy, he'll come up behind you and gently undo your belt while tracing his fingers over your zipper, nosing at your jaw and softly rutting into your ass while panting above you

the moment your fly is undone, his breathing gets ragged and drool nearly starts dripping down his chin

cages you against a bench or wall to rut against your ass and breathe in your scent after a long day at work

if you introduce him to rimming,, lord save your soul. his scruff rubs your ass raw with how often he goes to town on your tight, puckered hole. his favourite bit is pulling back and admiring how you glint in the light with his spit shining all over

of course, the extra spit only helps his efforts of bullying his throbbing cock into your poor hole

whenever michael is close to the edge while buried deep in you, he starts uncontrollably twitching and bumping your prostate, causing you to let out a pitchy whine at the unexpected feeling. every time without a doubt, his eyes roll back and growls into your ear at you clenching around him

he has a small photo shrine of your cocks together, a mess of cum and spit framed for his appreciation (he's a romantic)

his dirty fantasy is getting your attention while you're on the phone in bed by mouthing and groping at your cock, working you through the fabric of your pants

michael is obsessed with rutting his cock against yours, covering each other in your arousals, cum spurting up onto your chests as you nip and kiss at each other's chest and throat

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afab hcs

mikey loses his mind a little each time you cream on his shaft, feeling your arousal dripping down to his balls and coating the insides of his thighs. just the thought of your slick coating him is enough to make his eyes roll back

he rips or cuts your underwear off you if he's too impatient to wait for you to fully undress

once michael is fully stuffed inside you, he gently traces where you meet, in awe of how he manages to fit in your heat

his large hands span over the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you tear up at the pressure and drip onto the sheets

leans his head closer to your ear just to make sure you hear his groans and grunts while he destroys your pussy

his favourite sight is his pearly globs of cum oozing out of your puffy, soaked hole - made complete by the fucked out glaze in your eyes as you stare at the blurry spectre of a giant between your thighs

he tentatively gropes your thighs and enjoys warming his hands by sticking them up your shirt. if you both happen to make an appearance in public, expect him to crowd around you to try and shield you form from wandering eyes - he may be yours but you're also his, so no one has a right to touch or even look at your precious body (especially not your soft tits or ass, they're for him only)

teach him to tie his hair in a messy bun or acquire a hairband for him to keep his hair from getting sticky whenever he does down on you, slurping and worshipping your pussy like it's his god-given purpose on this earth

once he tries taking you in a mating press, he accidentally discovers heaven. he can fully dwarf you in his shadow and also cradle your pretty face while erratically thrusting and groaning in that raspy voice you love. if he fucks you dumb, he's more than happy to wipe away your tears

sometimes michael hesitates pushing into you for fear of it hurting too much, unintentionally resulting in him working you up by teasing your entrance with his thick cockhead then nudging your clit, fully soaking his length in your arousal

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ftm hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael's sadistic side comes out when he spanks your cock until your sloppy boycunt is drooling onto the mattress. he makes sure to gently slip his finger in your hole every so often, his delight in your whines is very evident when you can feel him throbbing under you

his strong forearms easily hold down your hips to stop them from rutting into his mouth whenever he sucks you off, making you shiver with every thrust of his tongue. his dick is neglected while he goes to town, not that mikey minds at all. he knows he'll be able to go balls deep after you've cum at least once to loosen up for him

due to his strength, he'll keep you still even while you become overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain but he's too far gone to care - this man becomes so pussydrunk that he can barely process that he's stained all of the material in your immediate vicinity with your arousal; your pants, his shirt, the carpet and not to mention the couch or bedsheets from his erratic wiping of his fingers when they get too slippery

loves to have you bouncing on his cock - grabbing your hips until they're bruised to control the pace and depth, pushing you to take all of him inside

sometimes if you look extra delectable while attempting to reach something off of a high shelf, michael may not be able to control himself and his craving for your taste - he will bend you over with no hesitation and make out with your cunt, nose glistening in your folds as his chapped lips graze against your tdick and his chin dripping with your pre. his massive hands groping your ass as he spreads your legs for better access

the rhythmic clapping of his heavy balls slapping your sopping cock is forever engrained in his mind, sometimes resurfacing at the most inconvenient times - he will be forced to rush home in the middle of an attempted spree just to feel your body against his

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mtf hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael chases the sensation of having you pressed up against him while you're wearing clothing he's gotten you

he loves you feeling pretty whenever you're on top, tucking your hair behind your ear and using his thumb to swipe his cum off your chin

he will make you do your makeup before you fuck, needing you to feel as beautiful as possible while he absolutely destroys your hole - lipgloss smeared, mascara running, hair mussed and bruises all over your hips. he views you as a goddess, so expect him to make you feel like one

when you guide him to take your balls in his mouth, he'll eagerly suckle on them then return to your tip for his reward, eager to lap up your arousal with obscene slurping noises and proud huffs of satisfaction

he has a small shrine of your panties he's borrowed, keeping the ones with the dainty floral details for 'creative inspiration'

mikey gently squeezes on the back of your neck when preparing to take you from behind - he cannot simply cum from you squirming in impatience and grinding into him, he's not even inside you yet (it would be a waste quite frankly)

as his stubble rubs you raw whenever he eats you out, prepare for the bubbling heat beneath your skin to return tenfold whenever he fucks your thighs like a madman

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sorry if writing quality dropped, this took so long lmao. art the clown is next btw, look out for that.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[magicalbunbun]

my BIG BROTHER myers

They are outside before michael could walk inside and kill anyone.

Mike is embarrassed 😳

[6lostgirl6]

A Night To Dismember

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem!Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I didn't mean-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On that day, you and Michael became closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Michael!"

You.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Red and white.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Finally, you were his.

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[boypied]

submissive!mac loves when his boyfriend becomes the ultimate power bottom. He always tries his best to hide it from everyone as he wants to come across as the tough macho man he plays himself to be, but when you're both alone together he can't help but love when you're in control.

You make sure he never has a condom on, Mac gets super hard knowing that you're both fully in contact. He's never really fucked with condoms anyway. submissive!mac 's body jolts and pulsates in agonising pleasure as you constantly ride him in a fast, rough pace.

He will never admit this to his friends, but he loves having his hands restrained; handcuffs, rope, duct tape, whatever can restrain his hands he will have you use on him. Another thing that submissive!mac loves all too much is the "cowgirl" position... or at least in your case; "cowboy".

Even though submissive!mac loves feeling his slightly more dominant boyfriend ride him like there is no tomorrow, that doesn't stop Mac from having sudden surges of dominance. He can have your eyes rolled back, slobbering and speaking a completely different language as he pounds away at you.

It took Mac a long time to come to terms with his sexuality because of his upbringing, but the moment that he met you, he knew that you were the one for him. submissive!mac loves you with all of his heart, even though he struggles to show it on occasion when he becomes anxious when he hears hatred tones or bigoted language.

[moonydustx]

another day, another thought (a smutty one)

(Sorry for mistakes, this has been drafted for so long that I confess I didn't pay attention to proofreading)

(I added jujutsu kaisen characters because I'm still obsessed, let me know if you'd prefer me to separate the content)

MDNI | Minors do not interact

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You were the most precious thing to him.

You were a comfort on stressful days, a breath of air every time the sea seemed to pull him under. The way you loved each other was no different. Slow thrusts, hands sliding down your body, sweet praises sang in your ear every time you felt him deeper inside you. You are like a goddess on top of him, riding him and allowing your hands to trace delicious patterns over his skin.

"You're so good, so beautiful. I could stay here all day."

"Do you have one more for me? Please, babe, just give me one more."

"Open that pretty mouth… That's it, nice and slow. You fucking love it, don't you?"

Sometimes they thought about what it would be like to ruin you, what it would be like to see your red ass slapped, tears falling from your eyes as he fucked you.

But after filling you, the way your eyes seemed lost, your body panting and a simple touch seemed to take you to ecstasy. Damn, that was already too much. You were already too much.

Killer, Katakuri, Mihawk (hear me out all goth aside, he's sweet), Sanji, Kaku, Rayleigh, Ace, Usopp (OP), Nanami, Higuruma, Choso (JJK)

You were his girl.

Hand in hand through the streets, two companions for any situation, two fearless souls ready to do anything. You were his fearless girl, except when you were alone. Alone you were his whore he dominated you and you didn't bother to complain. Asking for more and more as he left you hanging on the edge. Tears down your face as he thrust hard, your legs hanging against his shoulders as you could barely breathe.

"You can take it like a good girl, huh? Or you'd rather be a little whore. My little whore of my own."

"I want to see you make a mess, cum for me."

The sound of the slaps on your ass echoed, yet on all fours towards him you tried to seek even more contact. It didn't take long for your honey to spread all over the bed and your legs to weaken. Feeling him cum inside you, his body soon appeared on your back.

"Such a good girl. You did very well sweetheart."

Crocodile (he is the owner of this category), Smoker, Rob Lucci, Kid, Bartolomeo, Paulie (OP), Toji (JJK)

You were the apple of his eye.

For anyone looking, it was difficult to understand the relationship between the two of you. You were always in places together, but it was difficult to decide if you actually had something. But you had, at least between the two of you. There were times when, after a difficult night, you ended up in each other's beds. Sometimes just looking for a slower pace, for deep thrusts filled with wet kisses. Other times, the two of you were just after each other's orgasms. The noise of his skin against yours echoed, your hair was pulled and you moaned without worrying about who might hear.

"I missed you so much, I won't let you get out of this bed."

"Hold it a little. That pussy squeezing me, fuck… I need to cum with you. Hold it a little, can you hold it a little? I want to feel you cum with me."

Sometimes it was missing each other, sometimes it was stress, sometimes it was jealousy. There would always be an excuse, a feeling and a desire that would drag you to their bed.

"Can you stay here for the night? I'm not done with you yet."

"You're going to leave me full of hickeys." "At least that idiot friend of yours will know you have an owner." "Owner?" "You still don't understand, do you?"

Law, Zoro, Shanks, Franky, Luffy, Sabo (most of the time he goes into crazy sex mode) (OP), Gojo, Geto (JJK)

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oh my god so many tags sorry

a/n: Would you add anyone else? Let me know!

[cosmosluckycharms]

hobie and spider!reader

goodnight

[bigball-thefrog]

It's Just For The Mission, Right?: Rob Lucci X Reader

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Poll

Alright we are back with the second short story of my Lucci Poll. And I am so glad this one was saved for last. Why? You may ask. Because I am happy to announce, that this post, is...

SMUT!

Yes, you heard me, dirty, filthy smut! And it may not be my longest fic, but I do think that this is the best smut I've done yet! So please enjoy, and I shall now give the warnings below.

Warnings/Tags:

Gender neutral reader with female genitals

Lucci and Reader in a fake relationship

Vaginally oral

Vaginally sex

Unprotected sex

Lucci goes feral and uses his Devilfruit

Idk if Zoan users count as monster fucking

User gets scratched and bitten

Overstimulation

Backshots

Dictionary/Measurements:

Cunnilingus is an oral sex act consisting of the stimulation of a vulva by using the tongue and lips.

7,5 inches = 19.05 centimeters

8 inches = 20.32 centimeters

2,5 inches = 6.35 centimeters

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It was about a year after Lucci and the rest of CP9 had settled into their fake lives in Water Seven. While everyone each had different roles that helped the mission. Your role... Was unique, because your role was to pretend to be Lucci's stay-at-home girlfriend. You basically mingled amongst the people to find out any information about the island. It was simple, cleaning, shopping, chatting, it was rather nice and you almost could forget you were undercover.

The only weird thing was when Lucci had days off from the Galley-La Company, he'd spend those days with you, pretending to be a good boyfriend. Lucci hated having to be in a fake relationship with you, which led to Lucci did the bare minimum to make it look real, you'd barely go on dates, and only small dinner dates, you were lucky to get a kiss on the cheek, otherwise it was just hand holding, it made you seem like an awkward almost forced couple rather than a real one, but it was fine, everyone beloved it so you kept doing it the same way.

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Kaku had thrown a house party for the members of Galley-La and their spouces. You and Lucci had arrived and were acting as usual, Lucci stayed quiet with his hand awkwardly holding yours and you would talk to everyone about everything while dragging him along. You were talking to some random person that Lucci knew from work, who already seemed drunk and wouldn't leave you two alone, commenting about your relationship and just how "conservative" you two seem as a couple. "I mean, are you two really even a couple? I bet you two haven't even fucked yet!" The man howled with laughter before going back to drinking. For some reason, Lucci's grip on you became tighter and he seemed more tense. For the first time that night, he let go of you and went to go talk to someone else. He left to a different room with Kaku to talk for a bit and when they came back, Kaku pointed to a room and winked at Lucci before going back to mingle, Lucci just stared at you, giving you a look that just said, "Come now" you followed him into the room, and it's when he closed the door you realized that Hattori wasn't on his shoulder, which almost never happened, something must be wrong. Then, also surprisingly, Lucci spoke, using his real voice for the first time in a year, "We need to talk about our 'relationship'." You sighed, "Lucci if it's about hat guys comment, it's alright, there's plenty of couples that don't have a sex life and are doing great! We don't have to-" "They're starting to get suspicious of us, we act like we don't even want to be together, they're gonna start asking questions soon, and if they find out we're spies, the world government would have our heads." He was right, you both were forced to pretend to be in a relationship when you didn't want to, and it showed. And you know you'd be in trouble if anyone found out, "So what do we do?" you asked, trying to come up with ideas, Lucci looked down and clenched his fist, "I think... We're going to have to... Have sex..." Your eyes widened, have sex? With your teammate? Just so people would belive you two were in love? It was a sured. "Lucci, I'm not so sure about that..." "What else would you suggest, huh? You and I can't act like a loving couple to save our lives, and getting married would be too far! But if we have sex, and we do it loud enough, then they'll hear us and they'll think that we're in love."

You looked away, still hesitant about the idea, so Lucci took your chin in his hand and made you look at him, "Hey, this is just for the mission. And you don't want to fail the mission, do you?" "No" "The you'll do anything for the mission to be successful, right?" "Yeah, anything... Yeah, this will just be a no strings attached thing, just for the mission." Lucci smirked and let go of your face, "There we go... Now strip down and get naked, the faster we start the faster we finish." You nodded, stripping yourself down while Lucci did the same, only stopping at his pants and just leaving his chest out. He pushed you o sit down on the edge of the bed and knelt down in between your bare legs, "What are you doing?" you questioned. "I must get you aroused, and the fastest way I can think of doing it is with Cunnilingus. So I can stimulate you into producing arousal fluid, so it's easier for me to slide in and for it to hurt less. So just sit back and let me work." You nodded, leaning back and gripping the sheets in anticipation. Lucci pried your legs open and wasted no time in burying his face between your legs and attaching his mouth to your clit. You gasp and shuddered, the feeling already making you warm. With a lick through your folds, Lucci began eagerly sucking you clit, sending waves of shock and pleasure through your body. With his tongue darting our every so often to lap up your leaking juices, Lucci inserted two fingers and began thrusting them in and out, hoping to make you climax faster. And it did, you squirmed and shake, a knot forming in your stomach and growing rapidly. When your orgasm finally came crashing down on you, you clenched your legs together, squishing Lucci's fave between your thighs as you rode out your orgasm on his face. After calming down, you unwrapped your thighs from Lucci's head and fell back, lean in on your elbows. Lucic let out a gasp of breath after being released from your thighs. He wiped your fluids from his face and looked down it in his hand, before licking it clean. With a predatory smirk, Lucci stood up an and spoke, "You're ready~"

Lucci stood in front of you as he began undoing his pants. Both pants and boxers falling to the ground, you were met with his full glory, 7.5 inches long and 2.5 inches wide, Lucci was packing and he carried it well. He took ahold of his length, giving it a few pumps to bring it to life, his now erect penis pushing 8 inches. He walked over to you on the bed, a new, almost primal look I his eyes. He said nothing and just flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach. He climbed onto the bed, sitting behind you. He pressed his tip right at your dripping folds. He carefully pushed his tip inside and stopped, he let go of his cock and adjusted his position so his hands were on either sides of your hips. With a shuddering sigh, Lucci spoke once more, "Are you ready?" also with a shuddering sigh, you nodded.

Lucci once again wasted no time and pushed all the way in without stopping. You let out a scream of both pleasure and pain as he burried himself to the base. Barely giving you time to adjust Lucci began moving, thrusting at a pace that wasn't slow, but wasn't fast either. You gripped the sheets again the pleasure starting to overtake the feeling of pain. Lucci grabbed one of your hips to steady himself as he kept the same pace. His fingers dig into your soft flesh as he let out a deep possessive growl as he thrusted particularly hard before going back to his normal pace. You could feel your second orgasm building again, this one feeling bigger than the last. You clenched around his dick as your orgasm came crashing down, more powerful and more pleasurable than before. Lucci stopped as he felt you clench and climax around his dick, the pleasure affecting him too. He threw his head back and moaned, but he didn't cum, he just froze as he felt you ride out your climax and squeeze and coat his dick. As if something in him snapped, once your climax stopped, he lifted his head up to look at you again, his eyes dilated and now showing an inner primal feeling that broke free. He gripped your hip painfully and began thrusting again, but each second he went faster and you felt him grow.. Bigger? Looking behind you, you see Lucci had used his Devilfruit and had gone full leopard, just to fuck you. A growing feeling of pain and overstimulating started to affect you, causing you to scream and whimper more, but the feeling of pleasure still outnumbered all. Lucci let go of your hip and fell on top of you, squishing you under this weight, grunting and growling as he fucked you like a wild animal. Lucci gripped the sheets and sank his sharp teeth into your shoulder as he fucked you hard and fast, forgetting about his previous agreement and just focusing on his pleasure. Your third orgasm was coming fast, and you could feel Lucci was coming too. With another hard crash of pleasure, you screamed out Lucci's name and clenched around his duck again and coating it in another layer of your juices. This sent Lucci over the edge as he let go of you, sat up, and thrusted a few more times before pulling out and cumming all over your back.

Lucci fell back onto his elbows and transformed back into a human, as he caught his breath and looked at the sight of you, all fucked out, when suddenly and the door burst open with Paulie barging inside, "What the fuck is going on I'm here?!" he shouted before freezing, his cigar dropping to the floor. The sight of Lucci, naked and his softening penis dripping with the last of his cum and you, also naked with cum splattered on your back made him turn red. He quickly looked away before shouting again, "L-lock the door next time!! A-and put some clothes on, you're too exposed!!!" he quickly left, leaving you two alone again. Lucci smirked and let out a 'hmph' before getting up and putting his clothes back on. "I'll go grab a towel and some bandages for the claw and teeth marks." He stated before heading to the door, "Oh, and don't expect this to be a one time thing, we still need to keep up this reputation until the mission is over, got it?" you nodded. He turned to open the door when you spoke again, "And this is, still onlt for the mission, right?" "Of course it's only for the mission, nothing else." He stated and left. But you both knew that deep down, that this wasn't for the mission anymore...

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Sorry this took long, I'm not used to writing smut and I'm always just scared I'm gonna get caught😭 But I hope you enjoy this and I'll start with the ideas from the Crocodile poll hopefully soon. Bye bye 👋

Kelly🐸

[gogotti]

Starving - Michael Myers/Reader - NSFW

This was a quick drabble I did! If there's any mistakes I was high when I wrote this so blame high me.

Warnings: Michael gives you head, i'm still using the word cunt lmfao, and nothing else really.

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Michael loved eating you out; he'd eat you like a starving man most nights, and considering how infrequently he actually sought you out, for food and pleasure, you always assumed he was.

He'd make sure that you were awake when he arrived, wandering around your house doing chores or getting ready for bed; he'd enter quietly to catch you off guard, and not waste any time dropping to his knees and making you sit on a nearby surface. Michael would tear off your pants, throwing the scraps of fabric behind him and placing his blood soaked hands on your thighs, spreading them as far as they'd go.

On some nights he'd inspect you first, using his thumbs to slowly spread your lips and stare at your wet cunt, only letting you feel his heavy and hot breaths on your clit. Eventually, he'd lift his mask halfway off of his face and lick a sloppy stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking harshly on the sensitive bud. It wouldn't take long for him to get messier, saliva and your cum covering his beard and coating your thighs.

He didn't know what he was doing, clearly; his lack of rhythm or a pattern was proof enough, but he was willing to let you slowly guide his head, and moan sweet affirmations at him when he made you feel good. He'd know when he found the perfect spot to lick and suck when you'd begin to arch your back and squeeze your thighs around his head tightly. He'd grab your thighs, harshly prying them apart and making you whine, so you reach for his head instead, shoving his face further into your cunt and letting out a loud drawn-out moan.

You gripped onto his mask, nearly taking it off as you felt that familiar feeling begin to bubble at your core. Michael could tell you were close, he could feel your cunt clenching and twitching around his tongue when he'd quickly dip it inside, and he could clearly hear your loud pleas to cum.

He let you, of course, needing to feel you gush around his tongue just as much as you. You couldn't help but let your eyes roll to the back of your head and your mouth fall open; your back arched, further shoving your cunt into Michael's face and fueling him to continue lapping at your cunt.

[awlayt]

One piece men as house wreckers and how they ended up like that

Characters: Shanks,Rob lucci,Sabo,Doflamingo

Tags: Cheating,blowjob,degradation kink,praise kink,slight breeding kink, slight glove kink,afab!reader, hinted at threesome, Doflamingo part is a red flag ngl

Shanks

He can't help himself with how he picks his fuck buddies; he likes them young and pretty, and for some reason he finds himself enjoying the ones who are already in a relationship, serious or not. It's not something he should be proud of, but the thrill,the whole of wooing a pretty face in an unhappy marriage and tempting them into his arms with sweet talk and pleasure, is addicting to him at this point.

And what a pretty sight to see you on your knees while knowing damn well that your own man can't satisfy you like he does.

he have you between his thighs,your mouth filled with his cock as his hand grip tightly your hair to keep you from choking on his dick,he enjoys how teary your eyes gets as you try to adjust to his size in your mouth ,he let a little groan "ah... aren't you so eager, I bet you are wet from just sucking me off" he says with a little smirk ,he watches you squirm as to say yes,he chuckles softly "well ,the sooner you get me to cum down your pretty throat the sooner I get to fuck that little tight cunt of yours,so keep going "he says as his hand let go of your hair to stroke it gently,he watches you deep throat his girth like a champ (he taught you how to ,your husband didn't even bother to teach you the proper way of sucking a dick,how pathetic) he watches you moan as he cum down your throat with a husky groan leaving his lips "Swallow it like a good girl," he says with a little warning, and you nod as you swallow his cum. He smirks as he sees you still eagerly looking up at him. He looks so pleased with himself as he helps you sit on his thigh. "Well,come up,you want my dick? Then ride it. I want to see you bouncing on it till you earn a good fuck from me."

Rob Lucci

It started at a mission, really. He was supposed to seduce some married woman trying to get to her husband through her to get more information, and oh, it spiraled from there. It's something that fills his ego and pride,the fact that he can so easily just sweep anyone off their feet with a bit of sweet talk. Yeah, it makes his ego bigger than it was possibly before,and he can even offer a good rough fuck that would make anyone forget that they had a partner in the first place, and how sweetly they beg him every night for his attention and touch, and he always comply because there's nothing better than satisfying a desperate little thing.

He says his favorite part is when they let him come over the house and let him fuck them on the bed they share with the sad excuse of a husband. That's what really gets him going.

 

" Lucci..Lucci..Please more!" You moan as Lucci thrusts so deeply into your dripping folds as you lay on your bed. He has your right leg over his shoulder as he pounds into you so feverishly. His mouth is kissing your thigh. "You take me so well. Look at you, begging for more when you already have all of them. Such a cockwhore." He chuckles darkly as his hand traces your lips so tenderly. He continues thrusting his hips harder as he feels himself getting close. He wants to pull out before he hears you plead. "Don't pull out." You plead so desperately. "Please." You beg, and he raises an eyebrow. "You want me to cum inside?" He asks mockingly, and a smirk forms on his face when you nod. "Such a little slut. Of course you want. You want me to breed you, don't you? Your sad excuse is that your husband can't do that for you after all,you must feel so needy to be filled don't you?" He releases deep in you, causing you to arch your back on the bed with pleasure. Luci has a sadistic grin as he pulls away,and letting your leg drop on the bed,he manhandles you so easily as he turns you around, burying your face down the bed with your ass up for his viewing pleasure,he looks down at you with great hunger in his eyes as he says" I hope you are not tired (y/n), because I'm going to breed you like the bitch in heat you are"

Sabo

It started by accident, for sure. He had a drunken night with some pretty lady, and the next day she told him she was married and her husband was coming home, which basically put him in what a lot of people would call an uncomfortable situation,but it kind of left him wanting to do that again. The thrill of it is undeniably hot, and it excites him to no end. Such a thrill, and he can in fact deal with whoever confronts him. He got so many trying to, but all got too beaten up or scared to death when learning it was him fucking their wives,and that feeling really helped boost his ego. He even got himself into an open marriage with threesomes, fucking someone's wife while the husband watched. Those are truly his favorites.

"Ah, don't let a noise out, pretty slut. Come on, suck my fingers like you suck my dick. You can do better" Sabo mumbles as he has sucked on his gloved fingers while his hips are thrusting so deeply into you. You are pretty sure he bruised your cervix up by how harshly he is thrusting. He kisses your forehead as he watches you drool around his fingers. Your fucked dumb face looks so beautiful to him and He can't help but chuckle sadistically

He grins slightly as he glances to where your husband is sitting,with a camera recording everything, looking at you so hungrily. "I don't want you to miss her face when she cum because you are fantasizing about fucking her yourself" he says with a mocking voice, causing your husband to groan as he moves closer to film your face. You moan loudly as Sabo's free hand pinches your oversensitive clit. "Come on, darling, do it for us. I want you creaming around me. Maybe if you're good enough,you will get us both stuffing your pretty cunt by the end of the night."

Doflamingo

He really is just taking people's wives and husbands; he doesn't care if you're married or not. He would be using everything in his power to take the woman or man he got interested in, whether it was for a political reason, a reason to make his own life easier, or just because he felt like it. If he got interested in you on sight, he doesn't take rejection well at all, so you will be stuck with him. Your partner probably knows and is helpless about it. It really depends on his mood,and this man is moody. He has no real morals unless he pretends to have such ones as a way to amuse himself.

"Fufufufu...look at you trying to take all of me at once ,your cunt is begging for me to fill it,look at it, hugging me so tightly and creaming around me...such a pretty cunt" Doflamingo says with a little taunting tone as his cock is buried deep inside of you. You are trying your best not to cry at how big he feels inside of you. Even with all the preparation you've been doing the whole evening, it still hurts to have him so deeply in you like this.

Doflamingo thumb wipes the tears running down your cheek, or more like he smears them all over your cheek, to enjoy your teary face. "Shh, don't cry. You are taking me better than the last time. Almost fully, my sweet thing." He speaks to you like sweet honey,even though his words are nothing but taunting. If only he could come already so you can leave and go back home like you agreed would happen after this round ends. One more round, and you would be far away from his annoying self.

And suddenly he frowned as he heard your thoughts, or perhaps your face was zoning out, and he did not like your attention anywhere but on him. He thrust his hip hard-earned a loud scream from you as your cunt clenches around his thick grit. You can feel the air stuck in your lungs as you see him looking so pleased at your face.

Doflamingo was enjoying seeing you in pain, and you hated how turned on that made you feel. You arch your back in pleasure as he continues thrusting in and out of your sensitive hole, and you moan and call his name in hope he would finish already, but from his relaxed and devilish grin,you know he won't stop till you are fucked dumb and begging for more. One more round, and you will be done. That is what you will keep telling yourself.

I still hate shanks btw ✨💖

@luffyinlove ,,,I hope u think it's still good

[twobitsblade]

i present to you - the lethal face card of a 20-year-old robert hepler lowe!! ʚ♡ɞ

[sunburnhurts]

The Promise || Bruce Wayne x fem!Reader (Battinson)

Summary: Y/n and Bruce were old friends in grade school that lost connection after Bruce's parents died. Y/n is now an actor, she is now in her first big movie with big actors. With some hope of him showing up, Y/n sends Bruce an invitation, not thinking he would actually show up.

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All My Stories

Sitting in front of her vanity, Y/n starts applying make up to her face, getting ready for the red carpet premiere for her new movie. She got lost in thought as she swiped make up brushes across her face, nervous for how the movie turned out. She knew she wasn't a bad actor, but this being her first big lead role, it worried her having the most screen time.

Taking a deep breath in hopes to calm herself, she then thinks about Bruce Wayne. She embarrassingly remembered how she invited him to come to the premiere and heard no answer back. They haven't had contact since grade school, and haven't seen each other since high school. She then reminds herself of why she did it, the promise.

Since the very first day of kindergarten to the start of 3rd grade, Y/n and Bruce were irresistible. They were always seen together, Y/n was like Mr. and Mrs. Wayne's second child. Right before Bruce's parents died, they had their last normal hang out at the park. Being 3rd graders, they were swinging on the swings, the fall breeze picking up and the sun's golden hue poking through the trees.

Y/n and Bruce sat their talking about random things, somehow ending up on a topic of what they wanted to be when they get older. Swinging her legs slowly, barely moving the swing, Y/n exclaimed, "I'm going to be an actress!"

"Really?" Bruce asked, looking over at his friend. He was swinging high off the ground, higher than Y/n was.

"Yeah, and I'm going to go to Hollywood, and walk down the red carpet!" Y/n's young self says, getting excited by the thought.

"Promise you'll bring me with when you're famous?" Bruce asked, slowing down his swinging.

Y/n looked over at him with a big grin, "Of course!" She held out her pinky, waiting for him to complete the pinky promise. "Promise you'll come with?"

"Of course!" Young Bruce exclaimed, interlocking his pinky finger with hers, completing the pinky promise.

After this hang out, Mr. and Mrs. Wayne were killed, creating their friendship to become rocky. Y/n grieved for them as well, again, they were like her second parents. The hang outs after their death became less frequent and more different. Their last hang out was the end of primary school, they split their ways in middle school. Y/n never wanted this, she always wanted her best friend with her through every year of school. Bruce was completely different.

By the time it was high school, Y/n always saw Bruce walking in the halls with his head down and headphones on. They had a few classes together, but Bruce never approached her, neither did she approach him. After high school, she only rarely saw him on the news since he was like a celebrity.

Now, here she was, in New York, sitting in front of her vanity mirror, still thinking about him. She felt this connection with him, even if they haven't talked for almost 20 years.

She finished up her make up, cleaning off any mascara she got on her eyelids. Then, she got up and turned her head to her full length mirror, making sure her outfit looked good. Once she was ready, she headed outside to be picked up by a limo. The whole ride their, hope of Bruce showing up rested in the back of her mind.

She exited the limo, plastering a smile on her face as she heard her named being screamed by fans and photographers. She glanced at around the red carpet looking for any sign of Bruce Wayne. She slightly shook her head and closed her eyes, calming herself and walking over to the fans.

After taking pictures, signing different objects, and having brief conversations with fans, Y/n made her way over to an interviewer who was calling her over. She smiled at the man and the camera.

"Hello, Y/n Y/l/n!" The man smiled, "You look beautiful tonight!"

"Thank you so much!" Y/n replied.

"Of course, mind if we asked you a few questions?" Y/n nods her head, waiting for the questions. The interviewer asked a few questions, Y/n answered as best as she could without spoiling the movie. Then the interviewer asked his last question, "And one more question, how exciting is it for one of your first movies to be as big as it is?"

"Oh my gosh, it's seriously mind blowing. I actually feel like I'm in a dream." Y/n answers with a kind, enthusiastic voice and a smile still on her face.

Y/n suddenly turned her head at a name being called. "Bruce Wayne! Bruce Wayne here!" The crowd called, cameras flashing. Y/n looked at a man who just exited the car, his hair dark and long. Her mouth parted slightly, her breath hitched in shock. He was really here, in New York, for her.

The interviewer heard Bruce Wayne's name being called, his attention turn to the commotion. "Bruce Wayne? Why is he here?" He asked.

"I invited him." The words came out of her mouth, almost in a whisper as she watched him with slightly wide eyes. Bruce slightly turned his head down, away from the crowd of fans. "I'm sorry, I have to go. It was really nice meeting you." Y/n turned to the interviewer and placed a hand on his arm that was holding the microphone, then she smiled and quickly walked away.

With his head still down, his eyes looked up, looking for any sign of Y/n. Once his eyes caught a girl with a huge grin on her face walking towards him, the corner of his mouth lifted. He turned his head to the girl, walking towards her as well. Once they got to each other, Y/n couldn't help but give him a hug, he hugged back.

"You came." Y/n said, still in shock. She smiled as he held her in his arms.

"You invited me." He replied, smiling a bit more. Once they broke apart, they faced each other, holding each others arms. In a blink, he looked her up and down. "You look.. really good."

Somehow her smile became even bigger, lightly blushing. "Thank you. You look really good too, Bruce." He grinned, his eyes stuck to her.

"Thank you." He replied.

The End

A/n: Thank you guys so much on all the support!! I love when people leave comments and reblog my stories!! I appreciate it so much!!

[magicalbunbun]

Michael myers au, "friends come true au"

What if Michael haved friends? Like actually good/bully friends that actually protects and stick with him to the end?

The idea come from this:

[kookie-doughs]

Daddy Cupid

Modern!Various One Piece Men X Reader

-When your father grows weary of your single life, he takes it upon himself to play matchmaker. With him knowing the entire city, he embarks on a mission to find you the perfect match.

Chapter 1: Cupid's Bow

Chapter 2: Cupid's Arrow

Chapter 3: Cupid's Aim

Shot At

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚎 ᴍᴀʀᴄᴏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ʙᴜɢɢʏ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ꜱᴍᴏᴋᴇʀ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖯𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾𝖾

Chapter 2: My love so sweet, My darling one

Chapter 3: Scary ass old men

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚄𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ᴍɪʜᴀᴡᴋ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 ᴋᴜᴢᴀɴ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗 ʟᴜᴄᴄɪ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚢 ꜱʜᴀɴᴋꜱ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 ᴅᴏꜰʟᴀᴍɪɴɢᴏ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1: 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍

Chapter 2: I'm literally the best stop complaining

Chapter 3: You're being super weird rn

Chapter 4: He's like so obsessed idk wym

Chapter 5: You willingly wanted this to happen

Chapter 6: You're just so annoying and a menace

Chapter 7: Oh just shut up stupid heart

Chapter 8: Fuckin Asshole

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎 ʀᴏꜱɪɴᴀɴᴛᴇ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙴𝚡 𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ᴄʀᴏᴄᴏᴅɪʟᴇ

𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 1:

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚐𝚎 ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 ᴋᴀᴛᴀᴋᴜʀɪ

HI GUYS OMG SO LIKE THIS STORY DERIVED FROM MY "nightly fanfiction self inserts" I USUALLY SLEEP WRITING A FANFICTION IN MY HEAD AND LIKE THIS WAS ORIGINALLY A MARCOxREADER STORY BUT I WAS LIKE THIS AU IS TOO GOOD I MIGHT AS WELL MILK IT

I ADDED ALL THE CHARACTERS I CAN THINK OF IF YOU HAVE A REQUEST FOR A CHARACTER TO BE ADDED HERE YOU CAN SEND AN ASK OF DM ME ALONG WITH A TROPE OR NOT IF YOU CANT THINK AND PLEASE MAKE THE AGE REASONABLE 11 YEARS YOUNGER IS THE MAX AS FOR OLDER NO ONE OLDER THAN YOUR DAD

YES THEYRE ALL GONNA BE STORIES LIKE MARCO'S ROUTE IS GONNA HAVE CHAPTERS AND SO WOULD OTHERS THE LENGTH ISNT ALL GONNA BE SAME IT VARIES

IF YOU WANT THE TROPE WRITTEN FOR ANOTHER CHARACTER LIKE "Childhood friend Shanks" I CAN WRITE IT AS ANOTHER STORY THE SAME TROPE CAN'T BE WRITTEN HERE TWICE IF YOU SUGGEST A DIFFERENT TROPE FOR A CHARACTER LIKE "Can you change the trope for Katakuri" IF I HAVEN'T WRITTEN HIS PART YET I WILL OBLIGE SO LONG AS YOU PROVIDE WITH THE TROPE I HAVEN'T WRITTEN

I AM POSTING THIS NOW DESPITE NOT HAVING WRITTEN ANYTHING YET IN CASE YOU WANT TO CHANGE THE TROPES OR ADD CHARACTERS OR ANYTHING

Your age in the story is 30(same age as Doflamingo), your father is Rayleigh(67). I follow the canonical age gaps just like yk different age. Shanks and Buggy are 2 years younger(28) Luffy is 8 ykyk you can follow the age line here

I hope you'll enjoy this love you all!!!!

Taglist?

@gayer-than-the-gayest-gay @nykie-love-anime @angstylittleb1tch @valen-yamyam16 @melodyidk @anicega @littlegreekgirl1 @rebeccawinters @manduse @alextheknight707 @h0n3y-l3m0n05 @ladymoon210 @spiderlily-w1tch-blog @sarraa-26 @ihearthazuki

[issa-pheonyx]

yandere slasher fics when ?? 👀

maybe rz! mike myers, obviously silent but deadly—willing to do any to please🧎🏽

but honestly i’ll take whatever,, masked yandere slashers currently has me on my knees

can i be🧋anon btw ? you know me mamas ;)

𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛 𝗕𝗔𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗜𝗜!!! 𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲. 𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲🧋𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗥𝗭!𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆~🌚

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-Of course, growing up Michael's childhood was not easy. He went through shit with his family. Not even at home he is at peace, school was hell too. However, the only person that showed him kindness and respect was you. He found it strange since no one has ever shown that except for his mom and baby sister (yes, she was just a baby, but still a purity of what he never had, to show love for his lil sis), but for it to be a whole stranger? That's new

-Other than that, he would try to build up the courage to even greet you. When it comes to you guys living right by each other he would immediately walk inside the house if he catches you grabbing the mail, you didn't get the chance to wave at him cause he's not outside anymore. Sometimes he would catch you by the windows either downstairs in the kitchen as you're washing dishes doing chores or you're upstairs in your room just staring in awe. In school he would quickly walk pass you by the lockers during break times saying "Hi(Y/N)-" then dips

-On Halloween though he finally confronted you in the morning before heading to school knocking on your door. He was nervous and you were surprised that he is actually there. He asks if you wanted to join him to go trick or treating with his family, you agreed, and there was that. During school hours you both talked about how much you love Halloween and he even asks what you're going to be as. When you confessed he promised to make you a mask that'll look sick and suits the costume...unfortunately it didn't go well

-You were wondering why he was taking long and you attempt to convince your parents that he must be busy making a mask for you, but alas he was outside all bloody, holding his baby sis, cops everywhere, etc. You found out he killed his stepfather, his big sis, and her boyfriend. It shook you to the core and you noticed he was also holding the mask that was suppose to be part of your costume before you guys planned trick or treating...

-When he was put into the asylum it was...tough. Of course, with Michael's quick temper and being above violence it was very complicated amongst his mothers end and you were her support too in need since you were Michael's only friend. It was years now, Michael all grown up and you were Michael's last hope since his mother's passing. You were shitting bricks-you don't even know he looks like now. They had security around and all eyes on him. You sat on the table waiting for him and when you first saw him your eyes widen from how much he really grew and felt intensely eerie from the mask he is wearing and being hunched over from how tall he is

-Lets just say it was both a creepy and awkward conversation. He sit in front of you and you just look at him, nervously, saying: "Hey, buddy...long time no see. Did you, um, make the mask like you promised you would?" He nods, finally a response other than an intimidating glare. "Oh yeah? Will I ever be able to see it?" He slowly glances behind the security then back at you,"Oh! Security wouldn't like that, huh?" He shakes his head. Throughout your timely visits it was typically 'yes' or 'no' questions. That's how you would both communicate

-Eventually, when you planned to visit him again you received a call from his doctor, Samuel Loomis, that Michael has escaped and is roaming free. Killing. You were petrified and he alarmed you to be at home, locked, as safely as possible. That will not work anyway, Michael has a way and will find you. It would be a game at first attempting to make you paranoid that you swore you saw him outside staring at your bedroom window only for him to disappear when you grab your phone to call the police only to check back and he is gone. He will pull these moves to manipulate you, thinking you're just getting it into your head, feeling confident that you're hiding from him very well

-Afterwards...that's when the real game begins. He starts to stalk you everywhere you go-revealing himself that 'yes, it's me, and don't worry no one will find you', demonstrating his classic knife that he is going to kill you...but, he stops. The look of confusion, hesitation, and defeat, He killed the majority of his family, why wouldn't he killed you? You were some sort of hope of his sanity? He grows frustrated and flees when Dr. Loomis finds you both or attracts attention from law enforcements or random citizens

-He acts like and guardian angel, but as death. Whenever there is cat-caller, group of gangs, or little shits stealing or throwing things at you best believe they're dead. The only time you were able to be face-to-face with him is when you try to run away from him and he ends up grabbing you, pinning you against the wall or onto the floor with his knife pierced through the wall. His heavy breathing through the mask was loud and his intensely staring into yours showing fear, but would back off and flee, because he needs to cool off from what was making hot and bothered

-Lastly, when he starts to build up more boldness with the physical interactions with you it seems like his touches becomes more suggestive, rough, and curious. His mind tells him to kill. Kill everyone, even those who were marked into his past. But, he couldn't. His body would react differently as he lets his hands wonder your body, curiously and roughly, and tilts his head hearing you react as you mewl and whimper. Is this...is this what his big sis and boyfriend do? Lets just say it led to more and made you puzzled, yet you felt like you're betraying yourself cause of his big hands roam your body. I mean I don't blame you👀

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