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" Would you still love me?"

Pt. 1 Intro

Michael Myers x Fem Reader

Written by cannibal_witchh

Contains: Vulgar language, blood, slow burner maybe??

Notes: Hey, friends! This is the 1st part to my Michael Myers x Fem Reader. It will eventually become naughty so look out for the next few parts! It is also meant to be somewhat comical as well. Hopefully you guys like it. I also don't mind if you guys request things. I'd love to write more. 💖

The candles emanated a warm hue from the carved jack-o-lanterns that traced the yards of Lampkin Lane's houses. Decayed orange leaves blanketed over the dried lawns of every home. You shuttered as a gust of wind hit you, and leaves danced around you. "Geez...", you sighed crossing your arms to keep warm. Children's laughter scattered within the chill air as you could see costumed youth skipping and venturing door to door for candied spoils. You were headed back to your apartment, it was a rough day, and you wanted to immediately sleep it off. Hours of subjecting yourself to an underpaid office job was taxing you. Constant bickering from customers, constant counterproductive tasks you juggled, and elevating anxiety occupied today. Your office was on edge, today was the infamous holiday that left a staple to Haddonfield. The day The Boogeyman murdered numerous people and returned on multiple occasions to temporarily satiate his desire to play god. You were exhausted from hearing the legends of Michael Myers repeatedly within the month of October. Quite frankly, you didn't care, and you were tired of being fed the constant fearsome tales.

You finally managed to get to your apartment, it was nooked in the corner on Lampkin Lane, and it was a small collection fo apartments. Most people forgot it was even there, they were ancient, and mainly the elderly resided in it until they passed. You managed to inherit it from an uncle. And since the rent was so cheap you couldn't decline. You didn't care that this street was supposedly "haunted". You rummaged through your backpack to fish out your keys until you successfully retrieved them. Rain began to pour down on you, and thankfully, you manage to barely escape it and slip into your home.

You were drenched from just a brief moment of standing outside. You wiped your feet and kicked your shoes off. "Ugh, it's fucking cold.", you complained and headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower. About twenty minutes passed and you dressed yourself in some comfy clothes. A crop top under a cardigan, shorts, and some tall socks. You had no intentions of answering the door for any trick or treaters and you planned to keep your lights off to show it was unwanted. When you exited the bathroom, you noticed something particularly off. There was mud prints tarnished into your wooden floors, and some books toppled over onto your rug. " Oh for Christ's sake.", you sighed too tired to have any desire to tidy up the place. Your attention was interrupted as you heard your closet door shut gently. Fuck. Who the fuck was in your house? How long were they here? You were clever enough to resist announcing yourself presence. You tip toed to your kitchen to retrieve a kitchen knife and a frying pan for defense. Your heart loudly beating against your chest, your cheeks buzzing from fear. You made your way to your bedroom where a small night light was dimly turned on, illuminating items resting beside it, and stretching shadows along your wall. That absolutely confirmed another's presence was here. You heard shallow breathing from behind the closet door, and your heart dropped from your chest. Any courage you carried immediately dissolved within seconds. You weren't sure what to do, clearly who hid behind the door could see you. Your closet had the retro shutters and you could easily peak through. You froze, inaudible, immobile, and absolutely quivering from the fear that engulfed you. There was a few minutes of absolute piercing silence. The shallow breathing had ceased. Was the person injured? Did they just fucking die?

You finally built a small wall of courage, and ripped the door open. To your surprise a very tall man was sitting on your floor with his head tilted down. His large hand gripped a large tarnished kitchen blade. Blood staining the silver. His body gave no response to your sudden pulling of the door open. His head remained down. You gently brought the pan to his chin and lifted his head up. He was masked, and dressed in a tarnished and tattered boiler suit. Oh, shit. It was fucking Michael Myers. He still did not respond to your actions. " Michael?", you ignorantly voiced, taking a few steps back. Still nothing. What were you suppose to do in this situation? Michael was in your home, dressed in gore, and you knew cops were useless against his strength. There really didn't seem to leave many alternatives.

Two hours passed, it was completely dark outside and Halloween was close to drawing the curtains. Michael had began to take slow breaths within the time you spent cleaning up the gore and dirt he left around your home. You couldn't manage to remove him from the closet but you did take his knife away and store it in your kitchen. You went back into the bedroom to check if he was awake yet and he was now standing completely straight up looming out the window. "Michael?", you choked witnessing him slowly turn to you. " I dressed your wounds.", you pointed at his arms, bandaged tightly with blood seeping through the cloth. Michael tilted his head and examined his arms. He began to approach you and you took several steps back to maintain distance. " I didn't call the cops. I know its probably stupid of me. But...I know what your capable of...I didn't want to put more lives in danger.", you admitted drawing your eyes up to his. He took a deep muffled breath, and continued to approach you. Here it goes, your life was going to be collapsed at his hands. Your heroic decision to spare police officers' lives at the expense of your's. You looked at him like a deer caught in headlights. You froze yet again at the sight of The Shape. You felt his hands slowly wrap around your neck, and a firm grip began to close in on you. "Wait! Wait! Please! I'll let you stay here, I'll cook for you, shelter you, and I will keep you hidden!", with what little breath you had to spare, you bellowed out that proposition. Not even realizing what you said, you were just at a thread of desperation, seeking any option to free yourself from his grasp. To your disbelief, Michael released you, and his hand fell limp to his side. You greedily gasped for air, and even choked on it with how much you took in. " Thank you...thank you.", you wheezed falling to your knees. " Can we come agree to that, Michael?", you cleared your throat and straightened your posture. Michael nodded, and looked down at you. He was so tall, miles and miles of muscle built him. You couldn't help but briefly admire it. Maybe it was the near death expierencing talking. Maybe it was thankfulness, who knew. " So now that we've come to agree to this. I'm going to need you to clean yourself up. You absolutely stink and I can't have you tracking DNA all over my rug and furniture.", you tried your best to maintain a stern tone, and tried your best to show less fear. Just addressing his poor hygiene was enough to send you running out of your body if he was offended. Michael didn't seem to reject the demand, he slowly zipped his boiler suit, a dull tank top was underneath, tufts of chest hair teasing under, and defined muscle dressing his shoulders and arms. It was enough to make you grow a touch bashful. " You don't have to strip infront of me.", you hid your face and looked the other way. He ignored your comment and continued to strip. " You hear me?", you glanced over and he was shirtless and his boiler suit was to his ankles. You immediately shot your head away, you only got a glimpse of his bare chest. His chest was very toned, however, he had a little dad stomach. Still, that was right up your alley. "Woa, woah, geez. Ok follow me.", you continued to shield your eyes to avoid invading his modesty. Really, though, you felt like he had no consciousness of it being an issue. You led him to the bathroom, and explained how your shower operated. " I'm going to leave the door open in case you need me, okay?", half of your body was out of the door way and Michael ignored you and began to step into the shower. " Right, I fucking forgot. You're fucking the silent type.", you sarcastically said under your breath. Roughly fifteen minutes were exhausted, and the scent of feminine body wash filled the steamy air. It humored you to imagine a mass murderer getting sudsy with your girly soap. You felt a heavy daze drape over your eyes, and you began to slowly drift off. The distant sound of rain was making your eyes grow tired.

Roughly fifteen minutes past, and the sound of a twisted shower knob awoke you. The water stopped as you took a few seconds to rub the sleep out of your eyes. You blinked to adjust your eyes and there Michael was. Looming over you, and his head hanging down to you. Jesus, fucking creepy. He had your pink fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist, and his wet hair peaking from under his mask. "Hey.", you greeted with a monotone voice. " I put your clothes in the washer, it's probably going to need to go through a few cycles from the...you know. But I left my ex's clothes on my bed for you to try. I doubt it'll fit or be up your alley but -", before you could continue, Michael walked off to your room. " You're welcome!", you sarcastically chirped. You had to cope with your sarcasm, it felt like within hours your world was flipped around, you somehow become roommates with a mass murderer, and you practically became his accomplice.

Michael walked into the living room, to your surprise he didn't look half bad. He barely fit into a sleeveless black shirt, and he managed to slide into the tattered black jeans you laid for him. He looked strangely like a 70s dad with how the jeans hugged him. " Wow, Mikey.", you admired him for a brief second. What the fuck? Am I seriously checking out a guy who just tried to kill me a bit ago?

"Ok, we gotta lay down a few rules.", Michael tilted his head and you got a glimpse of a dull blue eye. A scar dragged across the skin surrounding it, leading you to believe he had an injury there. His pupil did not dilate or seem to focus on anything. Strangely, it was hauntingly charming. It almost seemed like there was still life in his dead eye. "I need you to not bring attention to my house. I've practically under some strange reason...decided to make you a house husband...so please...don't kill people or bring that shit in this house. I'm basically hiding you, clothing you, and feeding you. Can you please do that for me?", you twirled a strand of your loose hair and watched his other eye. It pierced into you, it felt just as if your soul was being pulled out of your body as you stared into his eye. Michael gave a soft nod and you didn't buy it but you were trying to hold down a glimpse of optimism.

To be continued...

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Eddie Munson x AFAB Reader

Written cannibal_witchh

Contains: Vulgar language, alcohol, sexual content, and Eddie with a breeding fetish

Notes: This isn't my usual reader x character story. I've been MIA for months do to depression and life. I'm so sorry for months and months of lack of content. And I hope this will be suffient lol! I plan a Michael Myers x Reader soon so stay tuned! In the mean time enjoy some Eddie x Reader!

" Bitch, if you don't give me my jacket!", Eddie laughed wrestling you for his battle jacket. Hands shoved in eachother's faces, and obnoxious name calling passed around for a few seconds. After moments of struggling to keep the patched up denim away from Eddie, you sigh and toss it in his face. " Fine you fucking cry baby.", you teased falling on your back laying on Eddie's musty bed. Eddie was an old child hood friend, one might even say best friend with how close you two were. You cared a great amount for him, afterall, the two of you went to school together. Practically grew up together with how many years you've been in eachother's lives. Unfortunately, you graduated while Eddie repeated a few grades but it didn't stop you from spending everyday with him while you juggled a full time job to stay near him. He promised he'd make more effort this year, he promised this was going to be his year. And you couldn't help but smile at the confidence he flaunted, he seemed so sure.

" Can you grab me some alcohol, Y/N? I think your abuse hurt my feelings and I need to cope.", Eddie stuck his lower lip out sarcastically, and started to light a cigarette. " You're a dick you know?", you rolled your eyes as you saw Eddie adjusting his hair in the dresser mirror. He was in his own world, and you couldn't help but admire him. His arms lifted up smoothing the frizz down while his shirt raised revealing traces of dark abdominal hair. He had a great stomach, and you had several occasions where a shirtless drunkened Eddie playing air guitar performed infront of you. " Ugh, what do you want?", you sighed making your way to his trailer door. " You're the alcoholic, surprise me! I know you have a stash in your trailer, now be a good girl and get it.", he tried to keep a straight face and kept pointing to the direction of your trailer. You shook your head with a smirk and made your way to your trailer's fridge to grab some of your preferred drinks and brought them back over to his place.

" Are you happy, your highness?", you took a sip of your gin and water concoction. He nodded and made sounds of satisfactory while downing an IPA. " Yep, yep.", he popped off the next top of a beer. The top flew onto the ground making a loud clinking sound. "Fucking virgin.", you teased taking another sip with a red faced smile. You felt a slight buzz coming on but not enough to hinder your thoughts. You felt something sticking under your foot for a second. You moved your foot up to see what it was. A packaged condom. Eddie was usually pretty skilled at hiding these around his room. He rarely wanted you to see them. You weren't sure why but you felt ballsy enough to interrogate him this time.

"I'm not a virgin! I've had my fair share of romps. ", he gulped the beer down.

" Is that why this room is stashed with condoms and playboys? Hmm?", you pretended to poorly be shocked.

Eddie looked at you with a red face, buzzing from a few beers but also traces of embarrassment. " Shut up! I definitely have...expierence..", he paused at the last word which seemed to struggle to fall off his tongue. You began laughing and plopped back down on his bed this time pulling one of his pillow under your head. It was littered with the smell of his cologne which smelled of sandalwood. " It's not like you've ever done it! I know, Y/N, you are too picky with all the dudes here.", he tossed his other pillow at you. You smiled big and glanced over at him. His face hidden behind his hair and his eyes away from your's. " Actually...I fucked a few people. Yeah, one of them was Steve!", you joked throwing the pillow at his head. You knew that Eddie didn't care much for Steve so that caught his attention. " No you didn't! There's no way, that kid got some action with you!"

"Why? Are you jealous, Eddie the virgin?"

"No! I just - "

"Yes! Yes, yes you are!"

" Ahhhhh!!", he loudly made sounds of annoyance. You could tell he wasn't actually mad but you caught him. He was definitely clear with a face reading jealousy. You'd never seen Eddie that red in the face, it was enough he stopped downing his beer, besides there was one left on his coffee table. "Hey, it's ok...Eddie the virgin.", you rolled to your side to whispered to him sensually. He rolled his eyes and shoved you playfully. " You know, I could fuck you better.", for a moment it was silent and you couldn't help but sit with those bursts of words. He even seemed surprised with himself.

" I-...I mean-..."

"Eddie...if you have all this EXP, let's see it.", you smiled laying on your back again.

" Woah...are you sure?", he looked at your with a face caught off guard.

"Yep, I wanna see how disappointed I'll be."

After a few minutes of bullying eachother, Eddie made his attempt. He looked at you, no words were expressed, just his body climbing above you. His head lowering to your's as his chain necklace hung from down and dragged across your skin. It was hot, he was fevered from the beer. " I'm going to fuck you better than any of those other men.", he said serious, and his look seemed to grow primal. His eyes dark, his face stone like. And his hands on both sides of you, as he lowered himself down to kiss you. You were expecting this kisses to be awkward but there weren't. They were intense, he was pushing his tongue into your mouth, biting your lower lip, and planting kisses along your jaw. You couldn't help a moan from escaping. " Wanna run that by me again? What was that sound?", he confidently smiled as his large hand slide to your chest up to your neck. He gently put pressure on it while he used it to guide your head up to better kiss him. " Fuck you, Eddie.", you laughed as he continued placing kisses on your lips. You felt your body grow even hotter, your nipples growing erect, and heat was emanating from between your thighs. His hand was gripping a little tighter on your neck but you couldn't manage to focus. From that and the invasion of his kisses to the erection that he pressed against your thigh. He moved his other hand to cup your breast and squeeze it tight. Another gasp slipped from your lips. Eddie. You dared not moan his name, you refused to give him that. He eventually slid his hand under your shirt and under the cup of your bra to pinch your nipple. It grew sensitive between his fingers. "Fuck.", he kissed sloppily your neck, " your so warm.", he licked your neck. You tilted your head back as he continued to tease your nipple. "Eddie...", you whispered as he stopped to press his forehead against your's. His eyes dilating, hot breaths exchanged between the two of you, and his erection thumping against you. "Show me that you can fuck me better. I haven't been fucked in so long.", you demanded reaching down to cup his erection. A low gasp slipped from his mouth, "How long?", he asked undressing you.

"Since junior year, Eddie." A shirt flew off your shoulders.

"You're so hot...I'd be giving it to you as often as I could." His shirt was tossed off.

"Yeah? I've wanted that for awhile." He began pulling your pants and underwear off.

"Jesus.", he grabbed your panties and sniffed them as he admired your pussy.

"Hurry up.", you demanded.

Eddie didn't hesitate, he removed all the remaining clothing on both of you until you finally got to see his cock for the first time. It was a good size, and it was curved to the side slightly. "Wow..." , you giggled.

"What?!", he panted annoyed. " Your dick is small.", you teased, and he knew you were joking, and he gave your nipple a good flick. Mmm. "If my dick is so small, I wanna see you fit it all in your mouth.", he suggested as his eyes darkened over you. You felt your heart pick up the pace. All the years you'd imagine what Eddie's cock tasted like, the sensation of it throbbing and twitching on your warm tongue. It finally was happening. Excitment churned in your stomach. You looked at him and brought yourself close to his hard member, you guided his hand away from himself, and replaced it with your mouth. He let out a soft gasp and his expression softened. He savored the moment, watching you bob your mouth up and down on him. Your tongue gliding against his length as you sucked on him. Spit spilling from your lips and trickling down his shaft. His hand grabbed tufts of your hair to squeeze, his cheeks grew flush, his chest rising and falling, and moans escaping his lips. "Jesus...", he bit his lip and tightened his grip on your hair. "Eddie?", you softly whispered taking his cock out of your mouth and kissing it. "Hmmm?", he responded moving his hand to cup your cheek. "Stick it in.", you smirked.

He wanted to watch you, he wanted to see you on your back, tits bouncing, face red, and body shaking. He kissed you hungrily until you fell on your back. "Hang on...", he reached under his bed to retrieve something. "Eddie, what are you doing?". You impatiently whined. "Condom.", he sighed, patting all over the ground for one. "Eddie, relax. We've been friends since we were kids. I really don't mind.", you shyly looked at him, pulling him back towards you. "Woah...I could get you pregnant?"

"So?"

"You don't care?"

"No.", you leaned towards him and bit his lower lips. His cock twitched, and his hands launched at your breasts. His cold rings brushing against your chest as he squeezed and cupped them. You began to wrap your legs around his hips, and you felt his fevered cock brushing against your slit. He began to gently buck and without effort, he slid inside you. Both of you began to gasp. His forehead against your's as you both exchanged a deep breath. "Fuck, I've waited for this for a long ass time.", he began to thrust gently in and out of you. His hands moved away from your breasts and on to the top of the headboard. He was going at a normal rhythm to accustom to your size, and he couldn't help but want to just savor your warmth. "Eddie, me too. All the guys I fucked...I was thinking of you. I couldn't believe you never made a move. I figured you didn't feel the same.", you admitted as he began to thrust harder in you. The sound of moaning and a shaking mattress filled the trailer. "Y/N, I felt the same. Didn't think you'd like a dude like me.", he leaned in to kiss you. His tongue invading your mouth, spit was being exchanged, and dripping down both of your chins. The kiss was broken, and saliva strung from both of your tongues. "I've wanted you for a long time Eddie...", you moaned staring into his brown eyes. His face was flush, and his chest began to blush a more vibrant red.

He continued fucking you, and flipped you around into doggy position. A hand grabbing your ass and the other around your throat. " Fuck! I want to give you a baby!", he shouted tightening his grip. You felt adrenaline, and lust electrifying your body. Your pussy was drenched, and his hard cock didn't lose pace. He hit harder and harder against your G spot. His grunts growing louder and more agressive. "I'm going to make you a mommy. You like the idea?", he slapped your ass, and you yelped loudly. " Yes, Eddie!", and a finger slid into your asshole. You moaned louder, and he began curling his thumb in your ass. His cock continuing to pump your pussy. "I can't even believe I'm fucking you for the first time. You better be ready because I have a breeding fetish...mmmm...God, your fucking cunt is intoxicating.", your body began tighting more on his cock, you felt close to breaking. Was he even close? His stamina was pretty good. Maybe he wasn't a virgin after all? "Fuck, I'm going to fuck you over and over again. You're going to be pregnant with all my children. And then I'm going to watch your tits get fat with milk. And, mmm...I'm going to savor and drink from your delicious nipples.", he reached his hand from your neck down to your nipples to pinch. "Oh, Eddie!", you shouted, your hands gripping the bed sheets. " You might as well practice, baby girl. Go on, you're going to be a mommy, and I'm going to be a daddy. Go on call me Daddy.", he commaned replacing his thumb with two fingers in your asshole. His knuckles making contact with you, as your hole adjusted to his long boney fingers. "Daddy!", you yelled. Within that moment his cock throbbed, and his hips led. The sound of his hips hitting your ass echoed the room. You were confident the mattress would give or the wall would result in a hole from it. " That's it, say it again.", he grunted, pulling in and out with his fingers. "Mmmm...", you moaned, you were struggling to let words drop from your mouth. He was pleasuring you too well, all the time lost from not fucking eachother. All the time alone frustrated and touching yourself to him. Fucking other guys to the idea of Eddie. " Go on, Momma. Say it.", he began to laugh, and smacked your ass hard. You let out a cry and your knees began to shake. "Daddy! Daddy! Your cock is so good!", you whined. Fingers continuing to pump in you, and his other hand gripped the back of your neck. Forcing you face into the mattress, his hand moving to the back of your head to grab a handful of your hair. Your screams drowned inside the mattress. "God, that pussy, is unreal. I can't believe I'm going to fill it up with my cum. You ready?", he laughed again as his grip tightened around your hair. "Huh, Momma? You ready?", his voice growing shakey, his abs tightening, and beads of his sweat dripping down your back. " Oh God, yes Eddie!", you pleaded, face forced into the sheet, you body tensing up and quivering. An earth shattering wave of pleasure was rippling through you, your breaking point was near. You screamed his name as he forced another finger into your ass and pushed in and out. " Cum. Cum on my dick.", he demanded, his body lowering to press against your back. His nipple and navel piercing brushing against you. Your back involuntarily arching against him. You let out a loud moan as you felt your body break. An orgasm webbing throughout your body, scattering everywhere as your body shook. Eddie let out a moan and you felt his hot cum fill you. " Ah...Y/N.", he moaned pulling his fingers out of you and forcing his dick deeper against you. His body falling ontop of you as he began to pepper kisses against your back. " Oh God.", he panted.

Thirty minutes passed and you two were both laying on your backs staring at his cheap glow in the dark stars on his cieling. You both had freshened up in the shower together and decide to cuddle under his bedsheets. Eddie's wet waves scattering on his pillow as he looked over at you. He pecked your nose and left you smiling. " Hey,", he squeezed you close. "Yes?", you sighed, resting your head against his chest, your finger playing with his nipple ring. "Will you be my girlfriend?", you felt an overwhelming amount of joy in those words. You had spent years crushing on Edward. Years hoping he'd ask the question and tears began welling in your eyes. " Are you sober?"

"The fuck? Of course I'm sober. I want you to be my girlfriend, bitch.", he teased bringing his nose to your hair to breath it in. "Yes, Eddie. I'd love that more than anything." Eddie sprung up from the bed, throwing his head back and forth and playing air guitar. His flaccid dick flopping around and you couldn't help chuckling. He was humming some Metallica song and happily chanting how happy he was.

A knock startled him and he squeaked. After dressing eachother, you two went to the door together. " What the hell, guys? I've been waiting for like an hour?", it was Dustin. He had books under an arm and a bag of dice in his hand. " Oh shit.", his eyes widened darting at you. " I take it, no campaign planning today?", Dustin sarcastically smiled.

You blushed heavily looking the other way and Eddie palmed his face. "Nope, I got a special lady over. Let's try...tomorow..no-no, Friday!", he shouted trying to pull a random date out of his ass. "Dude, just say your going to romp, ok? I'll tell the others it'll be awhile until the next DnD night.", Dustin shook his head and turned his back to Eddie. " Love you, man!", Dustin laughed and flipped him off as he walked away. "Love you too, dude!", Eddie smiled wide and began to pull his hair up in a bun. "Sooo...Y/N, wanna go on a special campaign right now?", he brought his face to your's and began kissing you. The door shut, and he flicked the lights off. " I have a few days off from being a DM...hehe."

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