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gatorbites-imagines · 7 months

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Kinktober day 3

Michael Myers + Drugged and/or captured.

This is a spiritual sequel to the bondage/shibari Michael Myers prompt from last year’s Kinktober. This is a shorter one, cuz ya boy is busy with his studies 🤓

Pretty sure this counts as dub-con, so like, watch out for that ig.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

A year had passed since your last run in with Michael Myers, one year since you had panicked and tied him up and left him on the floor of your living room. And one year since he escaped the very moment you looked away. You had been on edge all year because of it, as Michael had never been found or caught, his killing spree even seemed to come to an end for the time being after he had left your home. This didn’t stop the entire population of Haddonfield from worrying as the next Halloween night approached.

Most who could afford it left the town for the week leading up to Halloween and afterwards, but you, like many, could in no way afford a two-week holiday. Your run in with Michael wasn’t a secret though, so the day before Halloween your manager had sent you home early and told you to return a few days after the holiday. It felt like they were signing your death warrant, but it also made sense to keep the murder count down if Michael was gonna come for you again this year.

Ever since the past Halloween it had been impossible for you to sleep, to the point where you had been prescribed sleeping medication. You didn’t want to take it the days leading up to Halloween, terrified that you wouldn’t be able to wake up in case Michael showed up again, but as you sat on your couch already feeling like a corpse you were regretting that decision.

There hadn’t been a single report of murder this year though, so at some point in your sleep deprived delusions you’d convinced yourself all was safe, popped your meds, and fallen asleep in your bed still completely dressed. But maybe you should have listened to your paranoia more, as not long after you had gone to sleep a familiar slow-moving shadow snuck through your house, heavy footsteps approaching your bedroom where you laid splayed out like a starfish, a pool of drool already forming on your pillow.

Michael could only give a small head tilt as he saw your unconscious body, unsure of what to do. Part of him had hoped for a repeat of the last year, as the feeling of your ropes holding him in place had never left his mind, awakening a different kind of hunger than his usual hunger for blood. Even as Michael crawled up onto the bed, his bulk causing your bedframe to creak in complaint, you barely twitched.

Michael panted under his mask as his hands shook, feeling an unfamiliar churning in his abdomen as he dug through your drawers, pushing aside knickknacks and different toys you kept laying around, pulling out a colourful rope similar to the one you had used to tie him up with last year. His work was nowhere as skilled as your own, but it worked in securing your arms above your head, leaving them out of his way as his wild strength tore your clothes to ribbons.

You vision swam as you woke up, your body felt too heavy and sluggish like it always did when you woke up with your meds still in your system. Normally youd only wake if you really needed to go to the bathroom, something you were pretty sure you did in your sleep most days, but this time it was different. Something heavy was bearing down on you, and as you tried to move you found your arms strung up above your head. But most noticeably was the wet heat around your length, tight and insistent. Even in your sleep addled mind you could sense the strong thighs boxing in your hips as the persons rough hands groped at your torso.

The half coherent part of your mind was sure this was all a dream, even as your vision cleared for the most part, though it was still blurry around the edges. Because how else would any of this make sense. Why would Michael Myers of all people be riding you like his life depended on it, knocking the air right out of your chest as his bulky form weighed down on you. It wasn’t the weirdest wet dream you’d ever had, and you were pretty sure you had overheard somewhere that fear could lead to lust.

He wasn’t moaning, which saddened you somehow, even as he panted and gave small grunts when you would rub against his prostate. Had this all been real, you would have grabbed his hips to show him how to hit that spot every time, but it seemed in your dream your arms were tied, and the sluggish nature of your body made it hard to even roll your hips up into his.

It was only when his hands wrapped around your throat and you could feel yourself become lightheaded that it hit you that this might be real, as your hips started to ache from the speed of his riding and your vision started to swim from lack of oxygen and not just the meds in your system. The orgasm rolled through your entire body, starting from the top of your head, and running all the way down to your curling toes as you groaned sluggishly. You were sure drool was running down your chin at this point.

You would first realize the next morning that Michael came just as hard as you did, as he didn’t seem to have cared to clean you up afterwards. He had been polite enough to release your arms though. Your hips were killing you all day, who’d have thought having a guy Michael size ride you like a wild horse would mess up your back so much. It was only as you sat eating breakfast that it hit you that it had all really happened, and you needed to sit with your face in your hands for a bit, trying to fight off the heat it created in your abdomen, trying to ignore the small hope that hed return again tonight.

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Slashers reaction when their s/o catches them without mask for the first time? Pls and thank you!

s/o catches their slashers without a mask

awww yes!! i must give happy endings to all of these 😭🫶

warnings: extra short bc daddy bo doesn’t wear a mask 🥲💗

thomas hewitt:

He feels guilty

He wasn’t careful and now he’s scarred you from letting you see his scarred face. He’s ashamed he couldn’t keep you from himself 😭❤️‍🩹

And in a way it feels invasive. He feels like he’s been seen naked, and he quickly looks away with the feeling of embarrassment and shame fills him💔

He goes to leave, quickly entering the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

after about a minute of refusing to look at himself in the mirror, he hears gentle breath coming from the other side of the oak wood door.

his better half, asking if he’s okay. that it looked like he saw a ghost, and then laughing. then telling him that you miss him. and that, “by the way, you’re beautiful.”

he starts to cry, smiling, and looks into the mirror at the face that they said was beautiful. 💗💗

jason vorhees:

jason isn’t really self aware like thomas is. he isn’t one to worry about what he looks like anymore 🤗

i mean, he does worry that you won’t find him attractive, but it’s not to the point where he will refuse to ever let you see him with his mask off!

the first time was when he was down by the lake, sitting down washing a trap that had flesh still inside, minding his own💞 he had taken off his mask to breathe freely the lake air.

he had thought you’d been asleep for a long time, inside the cabin. and he had been so threaded in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door open.

“hi jason” your voice rang out sweetly, slightly caught off guard because his mask was off but nontheless wanting to greet him🫶

he says nothing (obv), but instead of giving you his long soft glance like he usually does, he looks away, and down, almost trying to hide his face as he grows stiff

you grow slightly deflated, but your love for him seems to intensify, and you can’t stop the words before they come out, “you have beautiful eyes.”

jason’s eyes flicker to you, then back to the ground, then pats the ground beside him for you to keep him company 💕💕🥺

michael myers:

this guy is the literally opposite of thomas he does not care at all😭 he is literally so not self aware at all

he likes his mask but sometimes the thing gets real smelly so he has to throw it in dishsoap water yk 🥲

then you come around the corner he’s like “oh hey y/n” literally nothing off about what’s being seen atm 😃😂💞

you TRY to play it cool but at the same time you’re like fangirling over seeing your hot smexy murderer husband without a mask for the first time 💕😇

but at the same time like he probably sleeps without the mask on so i’m assuming y’all sleep separate until now 🥲

if not then you see it so early into the relationship like it’ll be no big deal 😇💕

bo sinclair:

boy doesn’t wear a mask, his face is too hot and sexy to be contained 😍

vincent sinclair:

absolutely horrified. he doesn’t even like being alone without his mask on that much.

has literally considered waxing the actual mask to his face permanently😕❤️‍🩹

he just was repairing it— he got too close to a radiator on accident and needed to repair it. then his baby walked in🥺

hears the door open and IMMEDIATELY flinches away. he knows you caught a glimpse, and he’s terrified, and mortified.

he’s breathing deeply, frozen, stiff, like one of his sculptures. you on the other hand are concerned. 🥹

“darl? is everything okay my love?” you call out softly, so not to startle him💞 he doesn’t answer, and doesn’t move.

“i went looking for some petrol, i knew you wanted some for your art. it’s in the shed.” he noticed that you never called his statues “sculptures” or “wax dolls” like bo always did. you called them “art” 💝💞

“honey you don’t have to hide from me. i will always respect your privacy, i will never ask you to show me your face. but you will never have to hide from me because i love all of you.” 🥹💗

you say this to him and he softens like the wax on his mask. it was within the next few days that he’d rather throw it into the fire than melt it into his skin forever 💞💞

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loganscyangutspill · 7 months

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What kind of driver would Michael Myers be? 🚙

A complete menace behind the wheel. You better go out of his way or you end up as a road kill my dude.

Or...

Actually good one. Knows the traffic regulations and drives surprisingly safely.

The sole fact that he actually can drive a car still fascinates me to this day...

#kinda shitpost #dbd #dbd michael myers #michael myers #jake park #dbd jake park #jayers #dead by daylight #halloween #michael myers headcanon #that's what I'm thinking of at 3 am #my art

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lickmyforehead · 8 months

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What does Mikey eat?

If you don’t feed this man yourself, he eats very strangely.

Exhibit A: He eats the entire apple. The core? Not bad. The stem though. Why?

Exhibit B: He has an aversion to cooking. It’s just not something he wants to spend his ‘precious’ time doing. The most complicated dish he can make is cereal.

Exhibit C: Because he does not cook (see Exhibit B,) he simply picks something random from the kitchen, and eats it. It’s not uncommon to wake up in the middle of the night to the sight of your fridge illuminating a sleepy Mikey, placing singular slices of turkey in his mouth..

Exhibit D: Eating the meals of his victims. Slashing souls of the local community sure does stir up an appetite. Who is Mikey to walk away from a perfectly good, half eaten cheesecake?

Whatever you feed him, he’ll eat. Even if you swear you royally fucked up the recipe, he’ll still gobble down your shitty casserole<3

A/N

This is my first post! Thx for reading! I haven’t seen every Halloween so apologies if I go a bit ooc :)

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers crack #Michael myers headcanon #michael myers fluff #halloween x reader #the shape x reader

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒. + 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 & 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘

masterlist. / taglist. / any request?

pairing. corey cunningham x reader , michael myers x reader

genre and warnings. semi-public sex, none gender specific reader, sex with someone else watching, face fucking, blow jobs, oral sex, pain kink, crying kink, dubcon | — short Corey drabble because i'm literally watching the movie but even i finish it expect more slasher fics.

Corey grunted, his breathing unsteady as his whimpers bounced from the thick concrete walls of the tunnel wall he leaned against.

When he had first led you under the bridge in hopes of killing you in hopes of entertaining Micheal.

He had not expected you to have looked so pretty at the sight of you having fallen to your knees begging for your life in front of Micheal, cutting your sprint off at the end of the sewer tunnel with a punch to your face.

Being pulled by a fist full of your hair perched on your knees, his cock deep in your throat as your eyes prickled with tears, your other hand was too preoccupied with stroking Corey’s dick to pull yourself away from Micheal’s rough thrusts.

You didn't want to admit to the pathetic feeling of your pussy clenching against nothing as the two men roughly had their way with you.

Your tongue traced the veins of his cock, the sound of his deep grunts enticing you to do nothing but please.

He had already started to enjoy the feeling of your warm mouth. Having been hidden down in the sewers for let alone struggling to keep himself alive in the town of Haddonfield, there wasn't much to keep him entertained over the years.

He had been lucky to stumble across Corey by pure chance as the stumbling four-eyed freak had grown to be his perfect assistant.

No matter how much you gagged, Michael’s pace was relentless, your nose buried in the salt and peppered bush of his groin.

Your teeth grazed over his sensitive skin. Michael let out a low grunt as you pulled away just enough to catch your breath.

Just with a yank of your hair, the tip of his dick pushed past your lips, resuming his relentless pace.

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guttedwhxre · 1 year

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─ 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐌 ❞ michael a. myers (nsft ver.)

finally, my michael myers ns ft headcanons <3

tw: nothing!

author's notes: lmk if you think there's anything i should tag! enjoy!!

michael is a very impatient lover. which is a stark contrast to how he is usually, michael can wait for just about anything; but he can never wait to get his hands on you.

be prepared to get tossed around like a ragdoll. michael doesn’t really have any consideration for how you might feel in certain positions at first, so be sure to tell him if something is uncomfortable. just like with anything else, tell him gently and firmly what you don’t like, and he’ll comply. unlike with most other things though, you’d probably have to tell him a few times before he actually listened.

at first, michael’s not the most generous lover. you’ve got to tell him, or even better, show him the ideal way to please you. seeing your pleasured face or hearing your breathy moans will be enough to spur him on to learn more.

teach michael to give you head. it’s the best idea you may ever have. the way his broad tongue laves over your sex, the way his lips close around you - it’s frustrating when he doesn’t listen for sake of his own curiosity, but, he’ll make it worth your while.

both RZ and ‘78 michael are on the larger side - 6.7/7.5 in. depending on your preferred michael. (RZ 7.5 in, ‘78 6.7 in)

not aware of how his girth may hurt you, so lube is a must! be generous about it.

like seriously, with how rough michael gets you could tear/bleed so a nearly insane amount of lube is a must.

the position michael is most fond of is missionary, he likes watching you writhe.

definitely the type to take you when and where he wants. it’s not unusual to see him trailing after you on the streets, initiating a game of hide and seek - only to herd you into an alley and proceed to fuck the shit out of you.

super affectionate for about 5 minutes post-coitus. every time, like clockwork - he’ll be kissing you, holding you close, squeezing you half to death and near purring; then all of a sudden he’s back to normal. gives you whiplash!

doesn’t mean there’s no aftercare though! after gentle guidance on it he’ll always bring you whatever you ask afterward, let you lay against his broad chest as you come down. after you’re all taken care of, michael takes a little bit of time to himself, his own preferred method of aftercare. he typically stays in the house but behind closed doors, or away from your eyesight. you’re not entirely sure what he does but he seems to need it, so you leave him be.

on another note…interrupt him and he’ll be very, very upset. after living with you michael begins to understand what boundaries are and how they’re important - so when you violate his, especially repeatedly, well, don’t expect to come out totally unharmed.

michael won’t have sex with you until he’s comfortable taking his mask off. it’ll be like dominos, almost! he takes off his mask then uh-oh you’re bent over the kitchen counter, taking him to his balls. (this may be where you discover how badly you need lube

he’s not much of a masturbater, so he’ll be pretty pent-up most days. you can introduce him to masturbation as a form of relief of course, but he’ll always prefer to relieve himself in you. or on you.

he’s not initially super kinky, but introduce him to a few things and michael will do some research on his own, find out what he really enjoys! finds out some of the things he already likes are kinks and is very, very pleased.

while it’s not often, occasionally michael will prefer to submit. you can tell by his body language of course, leaning into you, letting you pet him, laying over your lap and staring up at you with softened blue eyes. take these opportunities, as they don’t come often! (i can prolly go into depth on another post…lmk <3)

loves folding you in half during missionary, he likes to watch as you squirm and try to tell him that you don't bend that way - and delight when he makes you anyway.

definitely the type to wake you up with sex, whether it means he comes in after you've gone to bed one night and he's still a little pent up from his kills, or if he wakes up first in the morning and doesn't want to deal with his morning wood all by himself. that's what you're here for!

michael, all in all, loves you and your body. even if he’s a dick sometimes, he does! he’s yours to keep, and you’re his to fuck.

you’re sleeping, so so peacefully. the bed is nice and warm, your sheets are clean - you’re vaguely aware of how at peace you are and drift back into a deep sleep. sometime later you begin to stir, confused as to why the bed is rocking. and you feel so funny - “oh!” you squeak, suddenly incredibly aware of how close you are to cumming. michael is on top of you, his cock dragging against your walls as he pushes in and out, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. your legs are somehow behind your head, your boyfriend pressing you into the bed with his hips, his arms keeping your legs trapped against your torso. “michael,” you whisper, and he’s snapped back to reality. eyes landing on your face, you can see his lips begin to quirk up into a smirk. his hips begin to slam into you harder, pushing you over the edge as you finish all over him. pleased, the brunet leans down to press a kiss to your lips, nuzzling against your cheek as he chases his finish.

xoxo, babe 💋

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toxicanonymity · 1 year

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i love all of your corey work and all of your michael work and rock bottom ruined me (positive), slutified!corey does something to me fr 🥵💗❤️ !!

i was thinking though, what is it about michael that instantly slutifies people so badly? does he just ooze that much sexual energy? or does everyone just realise that no one will ever compare to the way michael can fuck them? 👀😈

thank you so much for sharing your writing with us !!

Thank you… so much… for asking this. 🖤

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Sluttification

You can look at it as an extreme, depraved version of becoming an adrenaline junkie. What could possibly ever compare to getting that rush of survival at the same time as the most powerful sexual experience you can imagine?

When Michael makes someone come and lets them live, it's like death is holding them in its fist and giving them world-class cock at the same time. So they're not just cock hungry, they seek danger as well. That's why Y/N is such a hybristophiliac in Rock Bottom.

IMO, sluttification happens specifically when Michael intentionally leaves people alive, hence survivors like Laurie and Allyson don’t get it. Like Corey says, it’s when Michael looks into your eyes and you “give in.”

For Corey, I think being choked out/dominated by Michael was a sexual enough experience that it had the same effect, combined with the adrenaline/energy effect.

Energy-wise, yes. . . Michael is an overwhelming force of dark energy, like it totally seizes you in his presence and fills you in a way you didn't even know you could be filled. His dark energy radiates from him sexually for sure, among other ways – obv violence, and just outright dominance. You know he could destroy you however he wanted. Any display of his superstrength also contributes to the moment.

So basically yeah, you are on the mark. Sorry for the hot mess of thoughts, I was too eager to organize them or bother with eloquence lol.

Thanks again for asking! And thank you so much for reading, especially Rock Bottom!!! I love that you like sluttified, post-Michael Corey. He's my fave. 💙

Happy Shaperil!

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unhinged-with-no-gender · 2 years

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Hello! Ehe I'm here for another ask! Slashers with an s/o that acts like Wednesday Addams(☆▽☆)

apologies for the late response, shit blew up in my family and unfortunately I had to help deal with some of said explosions. Anyways- I'm so excited to have a slashers ask grbrbrbrbrbrb

Jason:

Very concerned about the death fascination, but can't really judge you for it (his victims probably only fuel your interest to be fair)

Please Do Not Hurt The Forest Creatures. If you're going to experiment on things please let it be already dead, or marked for death. Or trespassers, though he really couldn't care less about their fate.

Once he's more used to your nature and 'interests' he might start bring corpses to you fhdjkgsfkj

He spots a dead squirrel while on patrol and thinks of you. How romantic.

Hardly notices your tone at all tbh, it's just how you talk.

Michael Myers:

He's the most into it out of everyone.

He LOVES the cold, indifferent, tone you tend to have. If he talked more he'd probably sound the same. (He'd NEVER admit any of this though)

It's honestly probably a relief to him

Would kill/torture anyone in any way you want just so you can see how the body reacts.

Literally his favorite passtime

Perfect for him

Leatherface/Bubba Sawyer:

Supportive! Just please don't tamper with anything he intends to eat

If you want to experiment, please feel free to experiment in the kitchen with the corpses of his victims! (He knows that's not exactly what you meant, but he's trying.)

He'll gladly help you get resources to study, corpses and the such.

Gets a little offended by the cold way you talk sometimes, but gets over it.

Vincent Sinclair:

He doesn't have too much to say about it

He'll just let you do your own thing, just don't tamper with the corpses he's going to use for his museum. Or do, he won't say anything.

Just don't get in Bo's way.

Overall very unbothered lmao

Doesn't even get offended by any cold serious tone you may have, he's used to his brother being even worse.

Bo Sinclair:

literally unbothered, though differently from his brother.

You don't mind death? Good, help me kill this person.

You two are fucking menaces to the town oh my god

Definitely fuels your interests, doesn't much care to hear them though.

If you're cold with him he will be a bitch in response. You cannot be bitchier than this asshole.

Brahms Heelshire:

Does it affect the schedule? No?

Does Not Care.

Do NOT experiment on him, or even ask.

He WILL however bring you dead bugs and stuff he finds in the walls. It's clean enough in there, asides from the dust, but the occasional lizard or wasp will get stuck and slowly die.

Probably the most bothered by the cold way you tend to act though. Not a fan.

(If anyone has any other slashers they'd like for this then I'd gladly do them too :])

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b-00-biez · 6 months

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Would you be able to write if {Michael, Brahms, and Thomas} found out their s/o had a breeding kink.

Breeding kink

With Michael, Brahms, Thomas

Michael

He honestly doesn't know what to do with this information but he will save it for later.

One night you were particularly stubborn and the easiest way for Michael to coax you into doing what he wants is to abuse your poor little entrance. You know he hasn't touched you for weeks and him just teasing you with just his tip probing at the entrance that awaits his full length, fluttering and welcoming him with open arms but he doesn't give in.

"M-michael please.. " you tried to beg for him to just fuck you, insert his full length into you despite him not wearing a condom right now. "Please Michael I'll do whatever the fuck you ask me just fuck me outta my misery.. " you said frustrated already, you know despite his mask, he's smirking underneath. Without a warning, he shoved his whole cock inside making you yelp and ease up around his length. He hooked your legs onto his shoulders and started fucking. His balls slapping your ass and you can hear it making lewd noises. On how rough he was being you can't help but feel your orgasm coming. You grasp whatever words you have left in your cock drunk brain and said "cum in me! Get me fucking pregnant!! " you screamed. Now, he's curious. You want his seed? You want your tummy full of his babies, your breasts swollen with milk? He's not too sure about this but hell you were such a good girl for him right now looking all needy and disheveled, maybe just this once he will fuck you full of his seed.

Brahms

The fact that he was spying on you watching porn and your fingers melting into your very Nectar. He has to know what you were watching so he can replace those damn fingers with his cock. So while you were asleep he swiped your phone and in the safety of his walls he played the video he saw.

He couldn't take off his eyes on that pussy being abused and edged by this guy's long shaft. The video was about to end until the guy pulled out a mix of their cum oozing out of her cunt onto the bed as she shivered from all the orgasm she had. You were watching this while your fingers were desperately trying to make you cum like the needy slut that you are? He didn't want you to suffer when all you needed was his cock and his buckets of cum in you.

After he persuaded you to do it with him he's already in you with no foreplay whatsoever rubbing your clit so roughly while snapping his hips with yours. "Ugh.. All mine Mine!! " he said going faster just burying you on the bed, ass up. He slapped your ass until it was red making you yelp while you felt his cock ramming itself in and out. You had no energy to tell him to slow down but gosh it felt so good when he's this rough! "Get pregnant Get pregnant Get pregnant!! " he chanted while rearranging your insides. Gosh how many orgasms have you had and how many loads does he need to fill you with until he's satisfied?

Thomas

He couldn't help but imagine how your legs wraps around his waist pulling him closer to you while he ruts your very hole. He couldn't help but notice how unresponsive you were after 2-3 rounds and he just couldn't get his mind off on how his meaty cock was a bit visible on your cute tummy while he fucked you up.

He didn't understand what a breeding kink was until you blurted out that he should cum inside you that day.

In the morning while you and his family were having breakfast, Luda Mae asked if you two were gonna have children soon since you couldn't even be separated from Thomas. You choked on your water then looked at Thomas who was already blushing but nodded that he indeed plans to have children with you sooner or later but until you get married to him.

One particular night after that you couldn't take it anymore. He kept cumming outside and on you! He was so careful not to get you pregnant until marriage. "T-thomas please.. Just cum in me! Please I can't wait till marriage I'm already yours!! " you blurted out. He stopped for a moment but then picked up the pace as he rutted into you fucking your g-spot over and over again as he groans in agreement. Mixing your juices and his pre-cum so deliciously and night after night he kept fucking you full of his loads and every time after that you felt satisfied even after you conclude that you were indeed pregnant now.

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amomentsescape · 4 months

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Hey I love yanderes and slashers and used to have a sleep walking problem where I would try to crawl through windows, can you do a yandere slasher x reader where the reader has developed Stockholm syndrome and been loving to the slasher so they trust them and let them have more freedom. Then they see them try to crawl out a window in their sleep? How would they react? Would they believe the reader? What would make them believe them if they didn't? If they didn't believe them the how would they react to finding out the reader told the truth?

Thank you so much! And merry Christmas! 🎄 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅

Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, of course. Mentions of abusive behavior

A/N: Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a great holiday! For this request, I decided to leave Eric out. He's just the complete opposite to a Yandere in my opinion, and it was nearly impossible for me to write him as such. I hope that's okay!

Freddy Krueger

He knows you would never purposefully leave him

Like, he actually knows

His (undead) life revolves around sleep

He knows when you're awake and where you're actually sleeping, even if he keeps you stuck in his dream world

So when he finds you trying to escape out of the little window he built for you, he just laughs

He had already known you sleep walked

He'd been haunting your dreams for weeks prior to actually taking you

Freddy just keeps watching you, not really doing anything about it

You're stuck in his world either way

Might as well see how far you'll go

He'll almost use this as a test of sorts

He'll let you wander to wherever you want to go in your sleep, and he may even change the environment to something you don't recognize

When you wake up, his name better be the first thing that falls from your lips

If it's not...

Well, he'll just have to try harder at getting you to need him

Michael Myers

It took a very long time for Michael to get to this point

The fact that he lets you sleep without chains is a huge decision on his part

He doesn't trust easily

And any feelings of trust he did have come crumbling down the moment he wakes up without you beside him

It didn't take long to find you

There you were, pushing and prodding at the boarded up window

He's truly pissed

And a little hurt

He really thought you were growing to actually like your situation

But when he spins you around and sees your eyes staring blankly through him, he tilts his head

You don't seem... right?

He'll shake you harshly until he sees the life come back to your eyes

When you finally look up at him with a similarly confused look on your face, he starts to realize

He understands you well enough to know when you're not acting like yourself

When he finally explains what you were doing after you repeatedly asked him, you sigh

You explain that sometimes at night, you wander around without realizing it

A sleepwalker, huh?

Sadly, the chains will need to come out again

Jason Voorhees

You wouldn't actually leave him, right?

You seemed so caring

He actually believed you when you said you needed him

But here you were, trying to leave your shared home in the middle of the night

He almost breaks down as he picks you up and takes you back to your room

He finds it a bit odd that you don't fight back at all, but he assumes you just don't care to

He locks you up and makes sure that you can't go anywhere

How could you do this to him?

When you wake up the next morning in chains and not in your shared bed, you begin to cry for Jason

He tries to ignore you, but he can't bring himself to hear your sad voice calling out to him

You try your best to tell him that you don't remember what happened, and that you would never leave him

And maybe he's too trusting, but he believes you

You just seem so sad and so genuine that it's impossible for him to think it's anything other than honesty

You couldn't be that stupid anyways

You'd get lost in those woods alone at night, he knows that

So he just has to believe you

He loves you, and love means trust, right?

Thomas Hewitt

But you were being so sweet to him just hours before

How could you lie to his face like that?

He wakes up without you in his arms, and he just about loses it

Frantically searches for you around the house and finally finds you at one of the nailed in windows

He pulls you away quickly, staring at you sadly

He's waiting for an explanation, but you don't say anything

You just stare

You weren't acting like yourself

He pushes you back towards the bedroom and you walk the rest of the way yourself, climbing back into bed with ease

He's confused, but decides to see if it will happen again

You can't leave anyways

The whole house is locked up, and you don't even know where the keys are

You act just like your normal self the next day

And that night, you're back to walking around with a blank stare

He figures this just might be a thing you do

Doesn't really try to stop you, but he does follow you most nights to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

On nights he wants you in bed, he ties some old fabric around your ankle and holds you tight while you sleep

You might not ever know about your late night adventures unless he decides to tell you

Bubba Sawyer

He's quite literally blubbering to you

He's crying, he's frantic, he even shakes you a bit, and you just stand there not responding

He keeps waiting, and when you start to just wander around again, he loses it

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?

He ties you back into bed and stays up the rest of the night, watching you

The next morning, he confronts you stressfully

You keep telling him over and over that you don't know what he's talking about

But he refuses to believe you

(He wants to believe you, he's just scared)

He only finally realizes you were being honest when in the middle of the day during your nap, he finds you wandering back to the window with his whole family watching you

You weren't stupid

Why would you try to leave when literally everyone could see you in broad daylight?

His family begins laughing and saying things like "looks like you got yourself a sleepwalker"

So you weren't purposefully trying to leave him?

He cries tears of joy and spends the next couple of days pampering you and giving you just about everything you want

He does his best to show you that he's sorry

Brahms Heelshire

It's quite literally known that Brahms has abandonment issues at this point

So when he catches you climbing up onto the window sill

He loses it

Will grab you and roughly pull you off, your body falling to the ground

This immediately wakes you up, your eyes searching around frantically

When you see Brahms standing above you, you try to reach for him, but he only shoves you away

You look so sad and confused at this, but Brahms is too stubborn to give in

He starts tying you up again each night, still very hurt that you would try to leave like that

It takes weeks for you to gain his trust again

And the one night he lets you sleep freely, he catches you by the window again

But instead of grabbing you immediately, he decides to just watch

He wants to see how far you'll go so he knows just how severe your punishment will need to be

But instead, you just give up on unlocking the window (it was jammed), and you just turn around and walk straight back to bed, not even registering Brahms being right there

This is odd

You need to explain the concept of sleepwalking to him the next day

He still remains skeptical for a while, but he'll come around

You just need to be extra attentive for a while...

Norman Bates

Norman already knows a lot about sleepwalking

(It's what he thought was going on for a while when he couldn't remember large chunks of time throughout the week)

When he finds you opening a window in the middle of the night, he bolts at you, ready to lock you back up in one of the motel rooms again

However, when you don't respond or reveal any emotion on your face, he immediately knows what's going on

He's surprised

He didn't know you'd be a sleepwalker

He decides to just lead you back to bed, knowing that waking you isn't the best idea

Sits you down the next morning and talks with you about it

When you seem very apologetic, he uses it to his advantage

Has you cuddle up with him even more than normal and stay by his side at all hours of the day

He still gives you some freedom

But he's always watching

He does take some precautions and ties your wrist up in the middle of the night

He has to, for your safety of course

Billy Loomis

To be honest, you don't make it very far

Billy has an iron grip on you at all times, and he's a light sleeper

The moment you get up, he's awake, observing you carefully

Sometimes you have to pee in the middle of the night, but he still makes sure you aren't lying to him

His ability to trust is practically in the ground

The moment you turn the wrong way, he's up and chasing after you

Were you that dumb? You knew he watched you every time you got up from bed

He grabs your wrist quickly and points a knife at your throat as a threat

He can't bring himself to actually hurt you though, not that you knew that

Or did you?

Because you just stand there not even moving away from the blade

Billy becomes very confused

He takes his hand and begins to wake it in front of your face, looking for some sort of reaction

You don't give him one

Are you still... asleep?

He shakes you a bit until you finally look at him, confusion written all over your face

You're a sleepwalker, aren't you?

He just rolls his eyes annoyed and drags you back to bed, not explaining anything

Just another thing he needs to look out for now

You sometimes wake up to bruises on your hips and waist from how hard Billy holds you in the night, but he's just trying to protect you, right?

He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just refuses to lose another person in his life

Stu Macher

Stu literally sleeps on you, so it's nearly impossible for you to leave the bed most nights

But if you somehow wiggle your way out, you wouldn't make it outside the house

The windows have been nailed so that they only open a small amount

When he finds you the next morning, curled up under a partially opened window, he just smiles

Call it naive, but he just assumes you were getting too warm in the bed

When you wake up in a confused state however, he becomes concerned

What do you mean you don't remember opening that window?

He honestly just becomes more worried that there's something wrong with your memory rather than you trying to leave him

He'll likely talk to Billy about it

He just hears laughter from the other end of the phone

"Sounds like they sleep walk," he'd say

Stu does a bunch of research on it later

He doesn't really mind though

All of the unsafe objects are already hidden away, and every possible exit is locked down

You aren't going anywhere

If anything, he finds it fun to wake up some mornings and look around for you

It's like a game, and Stu loves games

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years

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Kinktober day 18

Michael Myers + Bondage/Shibari

I love Michael so much, I want to put him in the microwave. Let me know if you guys want a continuation of this ;)))

Kinktober list.

You panted as you stood on shaky legs, fear running through your body as you stared down at the man at your feet. It was Halloween night, and it seemed that Michael Myers had returned after being gone for years, and you happened to be one of his victims. You had escaped when he first tried to kill you, leaving you with a cut on your arm but alive.

He found again later that night and chased you down, cutting down whoever was in his way as he zeroed in on you. You had heard stories of how he couldn’t be killed, so you had ignored the gun in your bedside table, and in your panicked state you had grabbed the brightly colored rope under your bed.

After you came face to face with Michael again, you cursed yourself for how dumb you had been for grabbing rope of all things, what were you even gonna do with it. Michael seemed to pause and tilt his head at you, his darkened eyes locked on the long bundle of rope in your hands.

After he came at you again, you had gotten the knife knocked out of his hand and the two of you on the ground. You ran on autopilot, and with the skills of a pro you had wound the rope around his arms, over his chest, down between his legs and around them. You jumped to your feet and watched as Michael tried to thrash, his legs tied behind his back and thighs forced open by the knot you had used.

Never before had you thought your interest in rope in the bedroom would actually be useful, but here you were, the shape of Haddonfield at your mercy. Michaels movements came to a sudden stop, and he grew still, his breathing audible through his mask as he stared up at you, an unknown heat gathering throughout his body as he flexed his muscles, pulling just slightly at the ropes.

You knew you should run away, maybe even call the cops, but you couldn’t help but really take in the sight before you. With the ropes around him, you were somewhat able to see the body that was hidden behind the blue coveralls. The ropes were wound under his pecs, drawing the coveralls tight and making the muscle visible.

Parts of rope were also caged around his crotch, and when you let your eyes roll down between the killers’ legs you couldn’t control the shocked expression that drew across your face. He was hard, very hard from the looks of it, a large bulge straining against the fabric. Now that you thought about it you had never heard him pant before, and the rise and fall of his chest made sense.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little, who would have thought that the shape of Haddonfield, Michael Myers, was into being tied up. A thrill ran down your spin at this knowledge, and had it been any other time you would be salivating at having such a powerful man under your control. But you weren’t dumb enough to get down and dirty with the man who had just tried to kill you. No matter how hard seeing him writhing and wriggling around made you.

Taking a step back, you slowly backed out of the room into the kitchen where you grabbed your phone and quickly called the authorities. On your livingroom floor Michael writhed, muscles straining against the bindings now that you weren’t there you watch him. The need to kill you had been replaced with something else, and he needed you to come back and stand above him again, a deeper part of his mind wanting you to grab and use him, the thought confusing him as he had never felt like this before.

When you came back into the room, he stopped his struggling and stilled, watching you closely as you edged along the sides of the room, keeping your eyes on the large man tied up on your floor. The two of you were silent, except for Michael’s panting, and soon the sound of police cars could be heard approaching.

Giving Michael one last glance to make sure he wouldn’t move, you made your way to the front door and let the police inside. They quickly made their way inside, but fear and something you could only call arousal bubbled inside you when you heard them say he was gone. Rushing into your livingroom you saw the spot Michael had once been in was empty, but it was obvious he had been there from all the blood and destroyed furniture.

As a detective pulled you to a police cruiser to question you, Michael stood away in the shadows holding what was left of the colorful rope you had tied him with, that he had had to destroy to get away from the police. you had the sinking feeling this wouldn’t be the last time you saw Michael Myers.

#male reader #slasher #michael myers #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #michael myers imagine #michael myers headcanon #michael myers x male reader #michael myers x reader

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Michael with an s/o who never smiles/laughs and his reaction to seeing/hearing her smile/laugh for the first time? Sorry for any writing mistakes, english isn't my first language.

awh don’t worry bae i gotchu 🥹💝this is so much longer than i thought it would be LMFAO

Michael seeing his stoic partner smile for the first time

summary you are michael’s myers partner, mannerisms of stoicness so similar to his own—living in an abandoned shack off an abandoned road💕 he finally let you get a tv and something on your baking show makes you laugh and michael witnesses the event unfold 😍💕

warnings mentions of sex w michael 💞

you fit him like a glove. stoic man loves his stoic partner🥰 in a way that ties him so close to you, is that you two are so similar. you guys aren’t exactly alike in every way of course, in that case you two would be more different then alike. It’s your mannerisms that are identical.

it was late one night, when everything is quiet and you both are minding your own business in the shared small home off an abandoned road. the cicadas and crickets are singing outside, and michael is in the kitchen cleaning off his clothes in the sink since there’s no washing machine. his stiff, pencil straight back was facing you.

it was one of the first few nights that you had bought a tv. for the first year of living with michael, you had no electricity. only lanterns during the night due to the cost of getting the abandoned shack up and running again. you worked a 9-5, 5 days a week at the local mart, and scrounged up enough money to buy some generators and a tv.

michael didn’t want a tv, and it took a while to convince him. it wasn’t clear to you why he didn’t want one, but you could make out a little from his broken sign language (that you made him learn LMFAO), that it made too much noise. he didn’t like it. however you pleaded and persuaded him into letting you buy one, and he caved in. he didn’t like arguing with you.

there weren’t a lot of channels at all, but this one particular junior baking show you thoroughly enjoyed. you liked keeping up with it every night. when you came home from work, you entered the door to michael waiting for you, and embracing him tightly, breathing in your scent heavily, face in your neck as he pulled you gently to the bedroom for some long awaited cuddles. (and doesn’t mind indulging you in some hot fucking after work either)👏💞

then you’d retire to the couch in the main living and turn on your baking show😊. this episode was particularly endearing, though your facial muscles didn’t so much as twitch at the emotional loss of two more members, as they were about to be eliminated from the baking challenge. michael was in the kitchen, when he turned to face you and walk towards you.

michael doesn’t know what caused your facial muscles to pull up into a bright and soulful smile, but he would like to personally meet them and thank them in his own way, for giving him such a wonderful sight. he didn’t know such views could make him want to fall to his knees🥹💕it was just so shocking.

for all he knew, your face could have been tied with thread back to prevent any emotion being seen. it was a wave of pure satisfaction that washed over him, seeing something come out from your soul that showed of emotion. in a way, the stoic manners you had frustrated him in a delicious way. why didn’t you ever give anything?

but now you did, you gave him something. and he wants to see it every day now almost. he likes it when you show what your feeling, but he loves you for the stoic beauty that he fell in love with😭💕.

you look over at him, the ghost of a smile still on your face. his eyes glassed over with something you’ve never seen before. and he just stares at you. his staring doesn’t faze you at all anymore, he stares at you all the time when you sleep so this is pretty much nothing 😂💗 but his gaze was so soft. you blushed, knowing that you had smiled in front of him.

michael is so glad he let you get this tv💕💕

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loganscyangutspill · 7 months

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Eeee.... t-titties 😳

#dbd michael myers #michael myers #halloween #halloween 2018 #michael myers headcanon #my skills are so rusty pls excuse me #also my stupid camera cant focus on all the faces lol #my art

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Headcanons for Vincent, Thomas, Brahms, Michael Myers with an s/o who is really good at riding them, like riding them to oblivion till they can’t think right

Vincent Sinclair

Loves when his darling is on top, he gets to watch his beautiful work of art use him like a toy.

His hands grip their hips, and he rolls his own in rhythm with their movements.

Dark hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, his mouth hangs open. His mask was discarded long ago, he looks immaculate in the low light of his workshop.

His breathing is heavy and his moans are strangled. He's trying to keep quiet so he can hear his lover, their groans and sighs.

Vincent loves the way they feel when they bounce on his cock, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven.

Brahms Heelshire

He's such a sub it's not even funny. He begged his lover to make him feel good before bed and they happily obliged.

He doesn't regret asking for this, but he knows he's gonna get fucked stupid.

They're bouncing on his cock, tight little hole squeezing around him deliciously.

Brahms moans loudly, and his hands wander their body. Groping and grabbing the soft skin. He begs for more, tears forming in his eyes.

His beloved smirks down at him, his mind melting the more they rock their hips. He doesn't want it to stop, yet at the same time he needs to cum.

Thomas Hewitt

He's very much a giver. Whatever his lover wants they will get.

He protested being laid on his back only because he wants to make sure his beloved is getting as much pleasure as he is.

Tommy is convinced that they're enjoying themselves as well when he sees the way they look down at him.

Their hips rolling, their tight hole squeezing his fat cock just right. His mask was discarded, and he was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Low grunts rumbled in his chest, his cock throbbed as his darling bounced. They looked like a work of art above him.

Michael Myers

Selfish. That's the best word to describe him in bed. When his beloved climbed over him he remained completely still.

If they wanted to fuck themselves on his cock, they can have at it. He's tired, he won't help, not unless they cum before he does.

His nonchalant attitude melts away within minutes, his lover bounced along his shaft. The tip of his cock hit something delicious inside them and he nearly lost it.

Heavy pants emanated from behind his mask. He was losing himself, watching as they use him like a fuck toy. Their tight hole milking him for all he's worth.

#slasher smut #Slashers #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #halloween #House of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #The boy

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆. + 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 𝐂𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐌

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you're a dead girl walking, might as well fuck the shit out of the tall, dorky white guy down the street.

pairing. corey cunningham x reader

word count. 3.2k

genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, angsty start, pwp, don’t squint too hard at the plot, myers!reader, sub!corey, fuck movie canon, inspired by Heathers, mentions of movie canon violence, bullying, costume sex, hair pulling, whimpering, crying kink, sub/dom, praise kink, degradation kink, edging, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

"Do you have some kind of death wish, Myers?" Stacy hissed, her tone tinged with irritability.

As you two argued on the porch of the house party, the night air became damp as the moon lit up the home's stone pathway, your feet slapping against the cool concrete as you held onto your heels.

"Stacy, I said no to them both like a fucking broken record. Please excuse my fucking standards." You spit back as if it were common sense, staring in disbelief at your friend.

"Here you go with this standard's nonsense." Stacy scoffed drunkenly, her stance shaky as they descended rather than down the house's long entryway.

"Do you think anyone would fuck the town freaks sister? If I were you, I'd give it to anyone who was desperate enough." You flinched at the insult, her steps halting as she turned to Stacy, arms crossed and her face dazed from the amount of alcohol coursing through her veins.

You wished to believe that it was just the alcohol talking, that her only friend in the fucked town had abandoned her since her birth.

“You know what Terry, fuck Billy, fuck this party, fuck this entire town and escaiplly fuck you.” Your tone was laced with rage.

Your words carried the weight of years of accumulated hatred, your voice still shook and your eyes pricked with frustration as you struggled to keep a sob from marching down the rest of the driveway.

"Oh please, you're a fucking sob story, ___. Your family is full of fucking psycho killing freaks. Your parents never loved you, and your brother tried to kill you. You have no one and you're a fucking nobody, Myers remember that." Stacy screamed, her words piercing you through the heart. Her rant was cut short when she stumbled drunkenly in her own heels.

You had grown up to loathe the things that lurked in the shadows. Unlike most kids, you hadn't grown to despise only the myths and monsters that lurked in the shadows, but your older brother was waiting for the right moment to emerge from the darkness and exact his revenge on you.

All because you had shared the same last name.

You still trudged down the street, but with a new perspective. You never intended to be in such a state. Your entire day had been spent attempting to blend in with the kids around you, as if they didn't all think of you as the town freak.

You imagined that if you just tried hard enough, people would realize that you were a completely different person than your last name suggested.

Your parents abandoned you, leaving their life in town, because of the horrible acts committed by your older brother, whom you hadn't even met yet and who had nothing to do with you.

The road was deserted as you stumbled down the middle, your arms wrapped around yourself, hugging for warmth in the thin material of your cheap angel costume.

Which consisted of a white furry halo headband and a white romper that hugged at your waist and stopped at the sweet spot of your thighs. If it weren't for the white fishnets that crisscrossed down to your bare feet, your legs would be bare.

Your tipsy mind had led you to a familiar neighborhood, with some of the porch lights glistening in your path as if beckoning you forward. You knew who lived at the house at the end of the road like a moth to a flame; Corey Cunningham.

Not only had he recently been released from jail for rumored child murder, but he was also labeled as one of the town's new boogymen after it was discovered that they could simply bully you into being the perfect little submissive victim, shoving you so far into submission that you would practically flinch at your own name.

The universe seemed to want their worlds to collide, his bedroom window was on the first floor. You were a girl with both needs and eyes.

Of course, you thought Corey was somewhat attractive. There was just something about nerdy men and their cute glasses that you couldn't get out of your head.

All you could think about as you walked down the street were the things you were going to do to him.

You knew it wasn't healthy to channel all your pent-up emotions into the embodiment of horny fantasies for some poor man with whom you hadn't even had a full conversation before he trembled and scurried away at the sight of you.

But the moment you stepped onto the family lawn, all logic went out the window.

Crawling through the bushes to peer in his window, a sweet smile formed on your lips as you saw him laying down on his mattress with only the light of his television playing some only sci-fi movie illuminating his room of any light.

Another thing that drew your attention was Corey in his plaid pajama pants and Legends of Zelda symbol t-shirt, which perfectly fit his biceps.

You'd heard rumors of him working at a junkyard and seen him riding his manual motorcycle around town, and you wanted to thank whoever was responsible for giving that man sculpted muscles hidden beneath his clothes.

With a deep sigh, you finally made your move forward, knocking two quick knocks against the glass pane straddling him to get his attention.

Corey's eyes darted to his window, a hand over his chest and a startled expression on his face, before returning to stare in confusion at the woman standing outside his window.

His approach was hesitant, his long legs striding across the room before unlocking the window and sliding it open enough for you to lean in on your toes and smile brightly up at him.

"Uh, hello," Corey says, his tone retaining that familiar awkwardness that makes you shudder with a gulp of pleasure. "Can I help you?" Despite not even formally introducing yourself, your hips caught against the hunch of the window as you struggled your way into the bedroom.

Giving Corey a perfect view of your ass in the tight romper that barely covered anything, causing Corey to immediately press his arms to his side.

Instead of staring at you and your legs, he's looking up at his ceiling. His face flushed pale pink and his thoughts stuttered as he tried to figure out why you were crawling inside his bedroom.

"Sorry about that, it's not every day I get much practice climbing through random windows." You chuckled after falling flat against the wooden floor and crawling to stand up.

You wanted to laugh at Corey's expression, glancing down at your outfit, which revealed that you were dressed like an angel, with widened eyes and mouth agape. The situation could only be compared to a bad porn scenario.

"By the way, why did you crawl through my window?" With a small content sigh, Corey asked awkwardly as he watched you make yourself at home, setting your heels down and spreading out against the bed.

You were already perked up by the sight of him fidgeting nervously in the corner. It was like Corey could tell by the dangerous dark glint in your eyes that your intentions were anything but innocent.

"What, can't the town freaks just hang out together? Can't a concerned neighbor drop by every now and then to say hello?" The change in tone made Corey shiver.

The belief of your eyes examining him made him feel even more nervous than the looks he'd get from the locals out in public. You, ___ Myers appeared truly dangerous, and this had awoken something within him.

"Come on Core, don’t you wanna watch the rest of the movie?" You ask, crawling up against the headboard, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt before drawing his blinds and shuffling to sit just an arm's length away from you, as if you were a wild animal ready to pounce at any moment.

When you see Corey's fingers fisted stiffly at his sides, you can't help but smile. As the film progressed, the two of you grew closer to each other, despite Corey's hesitations.

Regardless, the boy ended up with his face flushed, his face resting on the plush of your breasts, your fingers raking through his curls as he slowly unwinds beneath your fingertips.

Your thoughts were clouded by a risky impulse, weaving a fist full of strands between your fingers and lightly tugging, your smile only growing at his soft whimper.

Your acknowledgement did not relieve his embarrassment as he buried himself deeper into the valley of your cleavage, wanting to hide his face as his arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled himself closer.

"You're doing this on purpose." Corey cuddled closer to the point where his clothed erection pressed against your thigh in a desperate attempt to grind against your leg, wanting to ease the growing neediness that had been suddenly overwhelmed by your hands.

"And if I am?" you asked authoritatively, a smirk on your face daring him to give in more.

"Would you like me to stop?" Corey's head shakes shamelessly, only whimpering when your grip tightens, yanking his head to meet your gaze, his face flushed, lips pouting, and eyes glazed over.

You were almost convinced that if you really wanted him to cry, he would.

"No, please don't." Your fingers reached out to trace his Adam's apple as it bobbed, swallowing the nerves trapped in his throat. "I want... I want whatever you're willing to give me." You drew your neck down to lean in closer to his face, your foreheads resting together as his long lashes fluttered against yours.

Your lips curled into a smile as he kept your gaze fixed on your lips, exhaling a small chuckle before finally granting him his wish.

From the way Corey instantly melted into your mouth, vocal with his content as he whimpered and moaned against your lips, you could tell he was a bit inexperienced or perhaps just very keen to be making out with you.

You felt him flinch from under your hands as your tongue probed past his lips as your mouths moved in time with your head tilt. Your teeth brushed against each other as he tried to get as close to you as possible.

His lips were messing with you, and your mind fogged as he practically caged you up against his mattress with such neediness that all you could do to ground yourself was pull away from the kiss.

You're trying to take a deep breath. Corey was quick to follow your mouth, leaning in for another kiss.

With a deviant smile, your hand combed through his hair, yanking his head away. "Whoah, Core, slow down and remember who's in charge here."

His expression instantly softened. "I'm sorry." His apology was genuine, as made evident by the way he looked up at you with those big brown eyes, as if he were a puppy being scolded.

“Awe, I'll forgive you. Just be a good boy for me." Corey's face flushed with embarrassment at the compliment, knowing that you could feel his erection pulsing against your thigh.

He felt as if he were dreaming, as if you would slip from his grasp at any moment or leave him blue-balled in his bedroom as some sick joke.

He wanted to take it all in, leaning against your neck and kissing your collarbone. He snatched the zipper of your romper down to your torso, apparently satisfied with the sound of your breathy reaction.

When he saw your laced white push-up bra, his mouth watered and he trailed wet kisses against your breasts, his tongue teasing your nipples through the material with a deep moan.

“Ah, Corey, you make me feel so good." You gently encouraged him, knowing that the compliment went straight to his dick as he twitched.

His eyes were tightly shut, his groan muffled by his mouth being encircled around your nipple.

"They're so pretty," he slurred against your bra, his hands fondling you as if your body had been made for him to touch.

His free hand reached between the two of you and grabbed you by the knee hook, pressing your thigh up against him with more force to grind down on you, the wet patch against his pants leaving a cold feeling against your leg as it rubbed against it.

The realization that you had turned Corey into such a whimpering mess had sparked a fire within you, and you had decided right then that you needed more.

You drew him closer, grabbing his chin and jerking him out of whatever trance you had over him, glaring down at him as his arms perched at your sides, holding up his weight.

His eyes were focused completely, with an uneasiness behind them, studying yours. "When did you say you could grind against me like that?" you asked, your voice firm.

As his hips released from your leg, Corey sighed, his brow furrowed.

The loss of friction caused his face to fall back to your torso, kissing your chest up to your collarbone and stopping at your neck, his nose nudging against your ear. "Please, ___, I need you so badly," he begged, the feeling of his thigh muscles twitching as he held back.

"I know, baby, I know." How quickly your tone managed to soften shouldn’t have made him groan in arousal.

As you comb your fingers through his hair without pulling on the strands, his teeth brush against your neck. You absorbed the almost pitiful image of him doubling down in desperate desperation.

As Corey squirmed from the unexpected contact, you sat up and pushed him back, your fingers quickly working their way through his sweatpants.

Your fingers yanked the elastic, grinning at the bulge against his thigh, his underwear not leaving much to the imagination as it outlined his erection like a spotlight, your hand reaching to palm him against the material. "Are you all worked up just for me, baby?"

The way his brows pressed together as he whined made you think you'd seen Corey melt right there and then. "Y-yes, please," Corey begged, watching your hands grab the elastic of his briefs and pull the hem down just enough to reveal his dick.

"Would you please touch me?" As Corey shivered from the contact, his head fell back against the headboard, your fingers immediately indulged in the new permission, wrapping your fingers around the hilt.

Your thumb brushed up against the mushroom tip of his mushroom, spreading his precum along the rest of his length. The wet sound of your stroking him elicited a long whimper from Corey.

"You're so needy," you chuckled as your fingers slowly pumped him. Corey fisted the bedsheets, trying to gain some sort of grasp, his moans not letting up. "You want me to make you cum like this?" you asked sweetly, his nod only slowing your strokes as he whined at your change of pace.

"What's the point of that, baby? You don't want me to take my time?" Corey was convinced that your smile was wicked, that you had him all spread out and open just to play with him before you ate him up, and the crazy part was that he just continued to lie down and take it.

"Please, please, ___. I–i be good." He begged, squirming in his spot like he was willing to unwind with your simple command.

"Aw, begging isn't going to get you anywhere, pretty boy." As you jerked him off at a pace that had him daring to thrust his hips, your hands gripped his length tighter.

"I don't know how much I can take, please," he whined, his thick wet lashes and big dark eyes looking up at you.

"Why not, baby? You don't want to hold out just for me?" You teased him.

"Fine, fine, shit," he squirmed, keeping his hips from bucking against your hand.

"Good boy," you said easily. You shifted up and kissed the edge of his mouth, maintaining eye contact while chuckling, then leaning until your foreheads touched, whispering, "Maybe I should edge you all night huh?"

His eyes widened, and he looked at you with a pleading expression as your fingers brushed against his slit, tempting him to exhale a gasp. "No, please, I'll be great. Please allow me to cum," He pleaded, expressing how much he had crumbled as a result of your simple touch.

"I know," you admitted, laughing. Instead, you removed your hand, straddling against his thigh as the loss of contact caused him to mutter a string of curses.

His head thunk against his headboard, leaning back with a thunk. His distraction had given you enough time to shimmy out of the rest of your romper, exposing your underwear as you crawled closer to his legs to sit with your panties against his dick.

Corey’s hip reacted before he could, pressing against your hips with a grunt as you felt his cock react as you grabbed it again to guide him inside of you while you hooked your underwear to the side.

Your wet folds welcomed him inside with ease as you held him down to keep him from arching off of the mattress. "Woah, slow down, remember nice and slow."

"But it feels so good," he groaned, your smile widening at his discombobulated state, wanting to drink it all in as you lifted up his length to roughly drop down into his lap, your hands gripping his shoulder to support yourself as you rode him.

Corey's eyes glistened as he looked up at you, your halo outlined by his ceiling light, and despite your devilish smile, you looked like the perfect angel. "I can't, too much," he said quietly to you.

The wet sound of you two connecting almost knocked him over, giving him a clear view of you bouncing on his dick.

It didn't take long for him to figure out what to do with his hands after your boobs kept pace in front of his face. His lips return to caressing your breasts as if they were his favorite thing in the world.

As you clenched against him with your warm walls, you could feel Corey struggling to keep up, his thighs flinching and flexing with each thrust.

His moans only became more breathy, his pitch rising as he muttered long strings of pleadings just to cum with your permission.

You reluctantly granted him permission, your high catching up to you almost as quickly as his.

Corey wrapped his arms around your waist, pistoning his hips at such a desperate pace that you found yourself gripping his headboard tightly and biting back your moans as you came undone, clenching against him.

His orgasm shivered as he let go inside of you, painting your walls in thick white strands.

Corey dragged you down with the hold around your waist, cuddling against your chest to catch his breath, falling slack against his strong hold.

He didn't bother taking his length out, only purring against your skin as his hands grinded your ass against his still hard dick only confirmed that tonight would be a pretty long night for you.

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