#rz myers

[v2lyakz]

Traumatized.

Prompt: Michael Myers X GN! Reader who got traumatized by another Killer during a trail

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Warning! Suggestive SA! Angst!

THE SHAPE

When he first saw you he wanted to take you away, something was calling him to you, telling him to leave this realm with you in hand.

But he entered this realm on his own, he couldn’t just leave now. He had to get what he came for, Laurie.

You were a rookie, your perks all involved hiding and healing, things you did best.

You didn’t want to fight, trying your best to muffle your cries. You were small, frail, you weren’t like the others. You weren’t tough, you didn’t become emotionally numb to the trails.

That small thing about you, that small difference made all the more noticeable.

You distracted him in trials, of course he still killed you. But he made it quicker, so you wouldn’t have to suffer the same fate of the others, the same destiny when they faced him.

To suffer and suffer and suffer over and over again.

He could admit that it was amusing to hear you curse once he came after you, how he went straight after you when you got off the hook.

“He’s fucking tunneling me!”

You weren’t a fighter, didn’t want to be. And no matter how much he tortured you, your spirit of kindness and compassion never went away. Until, one match.

Not with him, but the clown.

A day had went by, this was normal. Sometimes the entity had rest weeks only to start again. But when you returned nothing felt the same.

Your eyes no longer had the shimmer of hope in them, your hands scarred and covered in dry blood. And most of all, you were facing him head on.

Maybe you grew guts, random burst of adrenaline is what he thought, only to realize you were just throwing yourself on his knife. Purposely losing just to get out of the hell hole while you could, you left him stunned. Your body lied limp below him, freshly in the dying state.

He didn’t kill you, he left you there.

Your soft echoes and cries were no longer, just gurgles of blood and confusion.

He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted, he was going to slaughter your friends and whoever caused the disruption in his ritual with you.

The trial went by quick and easy, the second to last survivor attempting to negotiate with him only to be met with the tip of his blade, you were healed, “friends to the end.” Had been activated. As much as he despised needing help he enjoyed the powers gifted by the entity.

You were just sitting in the basement, not moving a muscle.

The closer he got the better he could hear your soft whimpers, your soft cries. Your repeated whispering “he touched me.” And “I just wanna die.”

His first thought was ‘who the fuck touched you’ and which way they were going to die. You screamed as his tall frame came out of the corner, putting your back to the wall as you closed your eyes awaiting your repetitive doom.

But he didn’t move, he just stared at you, his breathing heavy awaiting answers you didn’t know he wanted. You tried to move but he came closer.

“What do you want!?”

You yelled at him, he didn’t take nicely to it but he had more important matters. Scanning your body for any sign of injury or mark he knew he didn’t cause.

Suddenly, you coughed. A pink gas flew from your lips lightly. One word in his head ‘clown.’

He swung his knife twice, and threw you over your shoulder as pitiful as you were you didn’t dare to try and wiggle off. You watched as he passed the hooks wondering if he was just teasing your death. Taking you to the furthest one because he knew you weren’t going to contest.

Though to your surprise he didn’t, the hatch laid below you as he threw you down. You went to look up at him curious of why the embodiment of evil had spared your life but he was gone.

He dived into the hatch, and immediately when you spawned at the campfire you were bombarded with questions from your teammates who spectated the match, and other survivors who caught wind of the situation. You couldn’t answer there questions because you don’t know why he did what he did, or why the entity let him do it.

But all you knew is that ever since then the clown never bothered you again, every match with him you’ve never gotten hooked, gassed, or killed. He sometimes aided you with the hatch.

At first you didn’t know why, until you saw the new slashes on his body, the blood covering his clothes, and his makeup fading by his own tears.

You don’t know what the shape did.

What Michael did.

But whatever he did, he did it well.

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[kiruyeen]

watched the rz halloween movie but idk if I watched like- the wrong movie or smth bc a lot of the comments on the movie were like "oh he's less scary now" but he terrified me way more than '78 myers so... idk maybe Im built different. anyway if I wasnt terrified of him Id kiss him on his forehead but I probably couldnt reach it.

[nightttoon]

Michael 🔪 🎃

[aresojeroso]

What if... Michael baking sweets for his little sister Boo for Halloween movie night? Plus, he bakes it with her (ending with a lot of flour everywhere and them covered in it like ghosties :3)

[mentallygill]

Could you draw the Michael Myers RZ hugging your pregnant S/O?

I got you! Also it might look a little off bc I could not for the life of me find the reference I wanted. The one thing about liking big tall beefy men is there is never references for them when you want it. 😭😭😭

[stardustseraphis]

He had the picture of him and his sister taped to the wall. （╹◡╹）♡

(as well as newspaper clippings i really can't make out, one of the words seems to say strikes)

[sydtherizz]

Late Night Cartoons

So check this, this tall ass dude was just standing in your room wearing an orange pumpkin mask while in his sanitarium drip right? While he was there, you were on the floor watching...whats that dumbass TV show called? The Simpsons! Yeah so you were watching the Simpsons and then suddenly you felt a large ass hand grab at you head and yank you up with so much force, you thought your head was about to be ripped from the rest of your body. And bro this dude's nails literally clawed your scalp as he took a fist full of your coily hair to pull you to your knees.

And that shit hurt like hell.

The first thing you saw was his sizeable and girthy erection staring you in the face leaking precum on your bedroom floor. It was kinda veiny, and the tip was so pink. You let out a whimper like a pathetic bitch when you saw it. Before  you could even yell at this tall and buff bitch to let go of your fucking hair, he pressed his thumb against your lower lip pressuring it down. With your mouth open, he just shoves in his entire length with a loud grunt. You didn't even think your jaw was capable of stretching that wide. The bitch didn't even let you get accustomed or anything, he just started thrusting in your mouth with excessive force over and over again. Your eyes started watering as tears fell from your eyes as he pounded your face. There wasn't even any room for your tongue to move.  

Like you started to be used like a little toy bro.

Eventually, you felt his balls slapped against your chin from how fast he was going. There were all sorts of obscene slurping sounds in the air when you were being bobbed back and forth on his length. You tried pushing your head up to breathe a couple of times but he just push you all the way down the base of his cock till you were gagging and drooling.

Then the fucking behemoth started fucking your throat harder.

You couldn't stop the tears from falling out of your eyes now. It was like this big fat dick was so far down your throat you was choking on it. He kept groaning and grunting as he fucked your face. You thought the sight of you straight up gagging around him was spurring him because he started to pant faster and faster. Soon his thrusts became slower as he grew more erratic. He groaned and groaned loudly in your ear as he sped up to his final thrust, gagging you more. You felt him throb inside and heard a strange splashing sound coming from your mouth.

He came. 

He finally let go of your head and you fell back on the the floor.

He stared at you lying there in disbelief for a minute. Then he put his cock back in his pants and went out the door. You quickly sat up and spat out the cum. When you turned back to your fuckin TV, Episode five of season 1 of the Simpsons was already done.

Like bro, all you wanted to do was watch The Simpsons.

[nobitchs-world]

Me: I love horror movie slashers

My scary ass if I ever saw them:

[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

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

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

[pumpkinpowder]

I absolutely LOVE you’re posts, especially the RZ Michael myers and Thomas hewitt ones, you make me so happy I have some of you’re art saved just to stare at it when I’m sad and need some slashers to cheer me up, could you ..(if you wish since I can’t pay u sadly :C) draw them together? It’d make me so happy seeing my two big boys together(please and thank you!!)

Anon, thank you so much 🥹🧡 so happy you like my work of these two! Decided to make them hug Y/N because I’m a slut for fluff

[nightmaredazzling]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓😏🎬

[v2lyakz]

PLAYER

Prompt: DBD Michael Myers X GN! player Reader.

He knew he was in a game, hell he was the one that entered it.

A game with endless killing, screams, cries, trapped with helpless survivors and Laurie Strode.

The entity couldn’t tame him, the entity didn’t know how he got there. He was a ruthless machine aware of the reality.

So when he met you, player. He couldn’t help but get intrigued, you seemed more aware than the other players, as if you knew behind his dark eyes was a soul devoid of emotion staring back at you.

He remembers the day you broke the ritual, staring at the screen after a painful survivor losing streak.

So you decided to switch to killer, you had no school, no work, nothing to do tomorrow and decided you could spare a few rounds.

You had a couple already purchased, Ghost face, Trapper, hillbilly, wraith.

But something about him caught your eye, other than you being an absolute horror geek. So you bought him, the first round went normal, you got three kills and the last survivor got a hatch escape.

Though you began to assume your controller had a stick drift, how The shape sometimes went the opposite way you wanted too, swinging before you could even press the button and sometimes even stalking on his own.

Little did you know you were pissing him off, he was angry. The only reason you got three kills was because of him.

Your shitty skills, shitty playing.

He couldn’t count how many times his knife had dulled up hitting the wall, you couldn’t fucking aim.

Obviously you just thought you were bad with him, not that you were a bad player. So you tried to switch, but of course he didn’t let you. He wasn’t done, he craved more blood, he wanted to help you get better, go iridescent and become a killing machine.

“What the fuck?”

You groaned, agitated at the fact you couldn’t switch, you tried refreshing, going on and off the game.

But he just wouldn’t let you go.

Now you couldn’t even turn the TV off, so you sat there eye level with the shape. You tilted your head, staring curiously trying to figure out if maybe the screen had froze when suddenly his head tilted too.

Locked in the gaze you tilted it the other way, and he did the same.

“Hello?”

Your voice was soft and stern, different from all those times he heard you rage, curse, and scream.

Of course he didn’t say anything he just stood, his breathing harder and heavier than before.

You thought you were hallucinating, maybe the lack of sleep was finally catching up too you.

suddenly the white scratch became red. He had picked a different mode readied up and was ready for another game.

The trial begun, and he was off, your hands weren’t even on the controller. Survivors were dropping everywhere.

You were just watching, sitting in the chair frozen act the reality you once knew breaking all around you. This wasn’t just a game character coming to life, this was the laws of the universe being broken.

Now you knew why he switched the mode why he chose 2 V 8 he wanted to show you what he was capable of.

You didn’t even have to do anything, like watching a game play. Round after round no survivor went unscathed. How sadistic he was, closing the hatch on their head. Destroying generators with every inch of malice he had, his fist denting the metal.

Eventually your silence broke and you couldn’t help but grow excited, you sucked at the game. This was the one time that you would’ve gotten any significant upgrades!

So you decided to help him, I mean who cares? They aren’t real.

So despite how much he wanted to show you what he could do he couldn’t do much about you assisting him without him wanting you to, nor could he deny how helpful you were, your little whispers-

“On your left!”

And

“He has a flashlight!”

Had been useful, so useful that he began to expect it.

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Eventually time passed and you were on nothing but a win streak, laughing and telling him jokes as he did nothing but breath and listen.

You were almost at level 20 with his character, all in one night!

So when the trial came to an end you were ready to play again. Though something was off, instead of coming to the game screen with his waiting you were welcomed with the opening screen.

So you clicked killer again, maybe you’d find him waiting.

But you didn’t, you went to the characters and couldn’t even find him there all that progress gone. You were so angry you turned off the console, maybe all this was some bad dream it was beginning to feel not real.

Suddenly you heard a crash, your window was smashed open. You ran with a scream to the outside, and God did your jaw drop.

You opened the door to a campfire, survivors from the game around you and when you looked back your house was gone.

Then you realized, you weren’t just playing a game you were killing people.

He wasn’t playing the game with you, he was pulling you in it.

[osirisisv]

FIRST WARNING! ⚠️🎃🔪

(He is being merciful rn, It's up to you if you risk yourself biting Mikey again 😂)

I wanted to redraw this picture with Mikey since I watched it on tiktok omgggg 😩❤️✨

[matchavtea]

gonna draw 1978 michael and 2018 michael next

[taeaura]

[mentallygill]

Lester Sinclair and rz Michael Myers would be married rn if they met I just know it in my bones