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eldaryan · 3 months

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AHHH OMG THAT STORY FOR “His little kitten” I LOVED IT, I MEAN YOUR SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AT WRITING!

PLEASE, PLEASE, CONTINUE IT, IM LITERALLY BEGGING!! 🧎‍♀️😭

Maybe something along the lines of we come home after a stressful day at work and decide to go full on dress up as a cat for RZ Michael. Omg it’d be so cute and if you don’t mind NSFW.

Thxsm!! 😭❤️

}Hi! Yeah, sorry for taking so, SO long with it, but my life got pretty messed up but… I never forgot about it and the other asks. Please, I hope you enjoy it!🌹

•Warning: Smut, agnst, mentions of killing (lightly), +18 (minors dni), finger teasing, a bit of fluff (a bit), female reader, unprotected sex, bread kink.

🤓Under revision📃

His Need

Part 1 • Part 2 (His Possession)

What a day. You loved your job, but some days, it was just so exhaustive. Indecisive people or people who end up not buying anything, others ignorant and difficult to deal with, others who treated you as if you were nobody and didn't understand anything about the business… But at least you were finally home. You could take a long bath in your tub, wear your most comfy pajamas and cuddle with Michael. Oh, Michael. You almost forgot.

— Michael? I’m home!

You yell from the entrance, letting him know of your presence. Normally just opening the door he knew you arrived home, greeting you and standing on the stairs.

— Weird. He’s not here.

You take off your shoes, keeping only your socks on and you start walking around the house looking for Michael, not finding him in the living room or the kitchen. Maybe He is upstairs? With that thought, you made your way to your bedroom, not finding him there either.

— He still out hunting?

A shiver runs down his spine, imagining him killing someone. You had already talked with Michael about his “hobby”, trying to convince him to kill only the people who deserved it, after all, as you saw Chucky say in a movie: there are people who really deserve to die.

After much persuasion, and favors, Michael agreed to your request, just looking for victims who truly deserved the fate of the boogeyman's blade. You shrug your shoulders, forgetting about it now and taking off your clothes, just wanting your bath and relax from this day. Walking towards your bathroom, you turn the faucet, letting the water fall into the tub. With your hand you feel the hot water. Just how you like it.

You enter the tub, letting your body rest and a sigh escape from your lips, feeling the warm water embracing you. Washing your body, you just can think about the last time Michael did share a bath here, when you could convince him to. How his massive body did embrace yours, almost not fitting in the tub. The water escaping with every trust of his hips… He was a possessive man, kinda aggressive, but that’s how he is. Wasn’t his fault. With some research, you’ve found everything about his childhood, his forced treatment… ”Poor child” you thought. And living with him, day by day, you met the man with a boy in his cold heart, that melted little by little with your smile and warmth.

Lost in thoughts, you did remind of that day you arrived home with cat ears. Something different, but wasn’t your intention, you didn’t even knew that Michael would be so obsessed with that. The way he stared at you, marked your skin that night… You could feel goosebumps run through your skin just with the memories, biting your lip when an idea pops into your mind.

You wanted to feel the man that way again, so animalistic. And that’s why you bought something special last week when Michael was out hunting again. After finishing cleaning your skin, you get up, letting the water run, drying the tub while you grab a towel to dry your body and hair. You walk towards your room again and to your wardrobe, opening it and searching deeply on it for something specific, finding the black medium box. Carrying it, you put the box on your bed, opening and revealing the full cat costume you did buy and hide from your partner.

— Ah, yes. Let’s see what Michael thinks about it…

The towel fell on the floor from your body with you starting to wear the costume piece by piece and going to take a look at yourself in front of the mirror beside your bed. It did fit perfectly in your curves and a smile grows in your lips when you realize it. Wasn't everytime you had the courage to wear something like that, but Michael, with the passion he seemed to show you, the want to try and tease for him just growth.

— Now all I have to do is comb my hair and I'll be ready.

•••

The large and tall figure finds it's way to the house, entering and finding the same perfect silence of when he left. But something different did caught his eye. Her shoes and coat were in the entrance, finding out that his partner was finally home. He could feel his cold blood slowly heat at the discovery, lightly tightening his grip on the hilt of his bloody knife, starting to walk again, looking around for you.

No signal of you downstairs so you probably were in your bedroom, reading a book as usual or just taking a nap from your day at work.

He couldn't wait to see her. His obsession. So he immediately makes his way towards the stairs, climbing calmly and silently, even though he's anxious inside. Michael was a patient man, he knew exactly the perfect time to strike even after long days of stalking his potential victim. With his silent footsteps, and long breaths, he finally finds the door to the main bedroom of the house, opening it slowly and running his gaze around the room. The clothes strewn across the floor catch his eye before she finally lifts her masked face to the bed, finally finding you there, lying invitingly and dressed in those clothes. She did it again.

— Oh, Michael! Welcome home.

You say with a smile on your face, crawling across the mattress only to sit on the edge and cross your legs.

— I missed you. Come here!

With your arms outstretched you call out to him, seeing his tall figure somewhat tense and his strong grip on the knife, as if he were holding back while he watched your body in those small pieces of clothing through the dark holes in the mask. Your skin burned from just that. They were so small that almost couldn’t cover that precious parts of you that should be covered, and for him only to see. And here were you two.

— Michael? What’s wrong?

You asked when he just stood there, watching and holding the bloody knife. He seemed to be thinking about something. To do something or just about how to start something. Usually, the heat of the hunt always guides him to grab your body wherever you were and claim you, just to dissipate all those feelings. That heat of being the predator, and you were just another prey. The most valuable prey, his reward.

And then, the figure finally moved, walking to you slowly and without any sign of rush, just analysing your tiny little body, in comparison to his, almost fully undressed for him. There. On that bed.

He finally reached you, starting your heavy breathing escaping from your lips and your breasts going up and down from that angle, analysing the beautiful and submissive look on your face. All his.

His left hand found it's way to your face, slowly caressing his big calloused fingers to your cheek as he continues to go down to your neck. You were so hypnotized by his presence and the figure of his mask that you didn't notice the strong grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled your hair.

— M-Michael..? What? Y-You didn't like the costume?

You asked finally, wanted to know his mysterious thoughts for the first time, feeling your cheeks burn as he watched you before finally approaching his face from your, and slowly to your neck. You could listen to his loud heavy breath perfectly by the close distance now, and how he smelled your skin, making you shiver in pleasure.

He was analyzing you. He was curious about the motive you were dressed like that again. Michael couldn't understand what you wanted, but he hadn't disliked what you did bring to him. Quite the opposite. You were different from everything he has seen in his life. Anything you did amazed him in ways himself did not understand. But Michael knew one thing.

You were his.

You felt your body slammed against the mattress just by his strong grip as the man placed his knife on the edge, letting you there. With his calm movements he approached you again, covering your body with his now and grabbing both your wrists, squeezing them on either side of your body and pinning them there before pressing you down with his weight. Michael went back to burying his face in your neck, smelling the scent of your skin that only made him grunt behind the mask and press it lips there, as if kissing you.

— Oh, I see… You like it.

Michael backed away and tilted his head to the side, making your body pulse as you felt the volume on his pants against you meanwhile you tried to keep the eye contact. You whimpered as he hold both your hands together with his left one, over your head, as the right started to touch your skin.

He slowly slides his fingers between your breasts and around now, teasing you before using them to press your nipple marked on the costume, pulsing when you moaned his name. He knew your body like his own hand, just by watching your reactions all this time.

That's why he just kept going, feeling the curve of your waist and tightening his touch, grabbing your leg to open you more for himself. And the smell, ah, that sweet smell with the vision of your panties wet, showing how much you desired this without the need to say something.

— Y-Yes, I was waiting you…

You said, making him look at you again as you opened more your legs for him to watch you more and better. You loved this side of him. You knew it's was his aspect, how he used to act and know things about you that even you did not know, that always surprised you.

— Your girl needs you.

He has looked at your body one last time before squeezing your waist and slide his fingers to your panties, feeling the sensation of the fabric and the details there against his hand before pulling it. Surprised, you moan with the sensation of the fabric being torn against your sensitive skin, another consequence of the ecstasy.

Michael had that singular power against you. Always making your heart beat faster, curious of what he could do next or just the way he showed his sweet side (with the mysterious gifts he did bring to you), or what he was thinking meanwhile watching you or how your skin seemed to burn with his touches. His heavy breath and muscular body, his strong grip that could break you easily, but just used to keep you there, for him.

His fingers found your pulsing core, touching your sensitive and aroused point that always called his attention, grunting behind the mask as he could listen your sweet moans again, encouraging him to continue exploring your pussy with his big calloused fingers.

— Y-You… You, Michael. Your kitten wants you…

You begged with your panting voice, knowing that he liked when you did beg. And wasting no time, he used both hand to take your panties, seem you relax before grabbing your wrists and tying them together over your head with the fabric, keeping you pinned so he could unzip the jumpsuit. Exposing his muscular, scarred body to you, making you shiver at the very sight. You never got tired of seeing him reveal himself like that.

With his left hand at your waist, he finally took his massive cock in his right hand, showing you how he was for just smelling your perfume and seeing you dressed like that. A pure vision of redemption for him while he could barely contain himself from corrupting you.

His tip teased you as he approached your bodies again, wanting to listen and see your face closer as he slided his member to your wet entrance. And with a single trust, he invaded your warm and wet embrace, grunting as you moaned satisfied. Feeling every inch of him inside of you, filling you, and his pulsating veins.

You had no time to adjust to his size as he grabbed your leg and started moving his hips against you, slowly. You noticed when he closed his eyes by the light of the room, enjoying the sensations of being inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure and scream of surprise. He felt it, looking back at you instantaneously with the feeling, knowing you too damn well.

Michael seemed curious tonight, as the first time you wore something like that. His eyes couldn’t stop to explore your figure with that costume. The fluffy ears, your hair and the costume bra hugging your skin tightly, letting your breasts to jump a little with every single move of his. You looked stunning for him. Delicious. Sweet as you’ve always been.

And he just wanted more and more to consume you entirely.

He focused his slow, but intense, trusts to just feel you clenching around him as your cunt fought to adjust and embrace him as best as your body could so abruptly, feeling his massive member twitching inside of you. As you could hear a hum from him… as he did enjoy to see you like that. Fighting the feelings inside of you that felt so overwhelming with each trust.

His hips snapped against yours with his single force, causing those sweet and surprised moan that slipped so well from your lips. The force of his movements, his cock hitting your walls and giving delicious chills trough your skin. The sound of his hums and low groans behind the mask. Everything that he only gave to you. Things that no one ever heard or felt.

You were his obsession. The only thing that made his feral desires mix on his mind. The need. The hunger. To feel your skin again as his calloused hands tightened while holding you. The smell that only you had. A parfum that embraced his thoughts. His nerves. Your face, and how it seemed to change whenever he was around. Of course he knew. By stalking your house whenever he felt bored by not finding the right prey on his hunts.

You made it all. Alone.

Michael starting to feel more and more conscious about you. The much the touched and felt you, the more the voice inside of him felt louder and louder.

Mine. Consume. Take. More.

His member pulses against your tight and wet walls that felt more slick as his body was against yours. The warmth you felt embracing your body as his arms and hands got lost in your curves, exploring as he used to like to do whenever you were together like this. His left fingers slowly going up to feel the costume’s bra, pushing it more against your skin and sensitive nipple, playing with the sensation of the fabric and your body. Causing you to close your legs around him and vibrate, moaning his name softly. In need.

— Feels… Feels good…

You only wanted to tease the man. See what more reactions you could get from the mysterious and famous killer. And yet, here you was. Again. Submissive to him. In his hands.

The more reactions you gave to him, more his entire body pulses. And more he feels the need to push himself against your little cunt, picking up the speed and force he claimed you. Fucking you as much as his body needed.

His grip tightened against your breast, making you feel the light pleasurable pain in your skin. And inside of you, as well. His massive form that never felt tired, retreating only to quickly force his way back to you, causing more of the wet songs as waves of pleasure run trough you like a river. Your arms shivering.

There. When your legs freely hugs his waist and he starts to slam his force against the right spots and you tight even more around his massive cock. When you feel your brain melting and your moans get louder, you can listen how vocal Michael can get.

Grunts and rough moans escaping from the man above you. When his eyes drift along your body, entirely, with your warmth involving him. When you makes him feel sensitive. And makes him almost furious due it.

It’s when his left hand found your neck with anger, his harsh gaze meeting your lost eyes. Your lips parted with the heavy breathing and mixed with your moans and cries from the violent pleasure of him fucking you. With his animalistic side that always drives him. He needed more. He wanted more.

— M… Michael…

He grunts, huffing behind the latex mask as his body hovered your frame, getting his face close to yours only to listen. To absorve more of you, if that was possible. The warmth of your breasts against his chest, your body moving due his movements, almost making you jump on the mattress.

Your legs felt like jelly as tension and pleasure were mixed, the knot in your belly growing more and more. The feelings overwhelming you and making you loose yourself as tears escaped the corner of your eyes, influencing Michael to only tighten his grip around your neck even more.

You were so close. You felt so close to your high as much as he pushed and forced your tight walls open, as he hates you. And he knew it by how your body did tremble below his, with his mouth watering as a carnivore. In delight to make you feel so lost like this. By using you.

— P-Please… I’m… ‘M so close… I… can’t.

Your voice was a mess as yourself, rocking your hips against his body in a plead. Your breath harder and quick with Michael’s hand not letting go of you, feeling your heartbeats echoing in your ears with force. As you felt hotter. Michael only stared at you, letting go of your hand to slap your hip before holding it in a bruising way, to make you still for him to continue moving the way he wanted.

Quickly he pulled more of your body against his, your hips lifting a bit in the air only to encounter his harsh deep trusts every time he pushed himself. Again. And again. Reaching even deeper inside of you, making your walls clench against his massive rough cock, and vibrate almost desperately. Wanting to milk him.

You felt too weak against this man. You were nothing compared to his strength and stamina. You weren’t even able to think anymore, only surrendered by how well he could handle you. How well he could make you be a mess and loose yourself. Be weak. And that’s how your high exploded, the knot in your belly reaching its limit as a long moan escaped from your throat.

Michael let himself stop moving for those seconds only to feel you melting around him, his gaze locked in your face as it changed so much in pleasure. Your lips forming a “O”, your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched and your body shake. Almost not noticing how he was holding his own breath. You were like an magnet. In so many ways.

Before your body started to relax, Michael started to move again, easing his grip in your neck only to slowly reach your hair, pulling it against his massive hand. His hips moved by its own, guided by his feral need to have his release after so much of feeling you.

You moaned tired and surprised by how light you felt and how rough he still could use you, slowly moving your hands to his arms and feeling his muscles flexing. A loud huff of approval coming from him as you could see Michael closing his eyes. He seemed to be in a internal fight, lost in it and the madness pleasure and hunger he felt with you.

It was when he breath paused and a loud groan echoed from his throat, long enough to make you have goosebumps, biting your lower lip with the feeling as he trusted his hips against you one last time, with a bruising force that made you moan in surprise. Using your nails against his arms.

You felt his hot release almost exploding deep in your cunt, making your legs tremble in pleasure as you almost could feel yourself cumming again with the sensation. Being filled by Michael’s cum more and more, claimed by the infamous killer again.

His body relaxed and pressed against yours, almost laying against you as both catches the breath. Not long passes as Michael’s gets up to stare ate you, still breathless. He stared at you silently before looking up to your messy hair and the cat ears accessory in it. Slowly reaching it with his right hand, feeling the fabric and your hair together.

— So… You… liked it, mm?

A smile grow in your lips, letting your hands caress his arms lightly. You knew Michael almost never did you touch him, but you could abuse in those moments. Even now that he seemed to be analyzing you. Probably still in his high.

Nothing seemed to change the fact that only you affected him the way you did. Don’t mattered how many people he killed or how long he tried to stay away from you, forced by his own desires to stalk you trough your windows and finally enter your house. To meet you. Always with a bigger hunger than before. Because you were his. His need.

Hi! I want to apologize to everyone who did wait for it so long! Thank you for reading and enjoying the other ones I did write, as well! Please, feel free to contact me and I hope to write more in the future! Xoxo!🌹

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heathenoushound · 1 year

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I’m starting to like bulk art posts , it looks like a fun collage.

More DBD animals based on how I see them continued from here

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Idk if this is nsfw, but could you write a Corey fic where he gets possessive and jealous? Kind of like in the movie, but more extreme?

Jealous Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Nope, not nsfw; I've been getting a lot of requests for jealous Corey, so here you are 🙃 I've sort of been thinking about a sfw sleeping with Corey hc too... if you're interested?

🔪• Ah, Corey Cunningham, the young man that questions himself in wonder every day about just how he managed to make you his? And, in turn, questions everyone around you just how they'll attempt to undo his hard work and break your beautiful bond together.

🔪• This boy will do whatever it takes, whatever it takes, to keep you by his side. It could go from a dark glare to the person and a tighter grip on your hand, to blood sprayed on his clothes and adrenaline rushing through his veins. It doesn't matter to Corey. Just as long as you stay his, and your loving attention stays trained on his, he's relaxed and happy.

🔪• However. This all means that Corey will end up being a ridiculously overprotective and jealous boyfriend, especially if you're innocent to murdering and you aren't so easily acceptant to it as he is. He has to protect you. Who else will? This is his job, and he'll do it right. He couldn't defend himself before, let alone a lover, but now, he knows he can prove himself to you.

🔪• Whenever he gets jealous, Corey never gets annoyed with you. It's not your fault you're so angelic. They shouldn't have been looking for so long. They can't look with no eyes though, can they?

🔪• He'll often give you his jackets or sweaters to wear in and out. It shows people that you're taken, which makes him smile to himself when people realise, as well as heightens his possessiveness.

🔪• "Y-you're mine, aren't you, beautiful?" Just say yes

🔪• Corey can't function without you. You're his reason for practically everything he does in life, and he thrives off of your comforting touches and compassionate gazes. He's not had such sweet attention for years, and getting it from you is the best feeling he's ever had. He won't let it go.

🔪• Sometimes, you can realise how jealous he's been feeling when his embrace from behind you in bed is a little too tight, a leg slung over yours and his curls tickling your cheek as he buries his face in your neck. It's almost impossible to get out of his grips when he's feeling pouty. The best way to make him ease up? Just hug him back, give him a few kisses, and tell him to calm his ass down, because you're not leaving him for anyone.

🔪• "Corey, you know I only want you, right?" "...Do you really?"

🔪• His eyes light up in hopefulness whenever you confirm with him that yes, you love him too, and what he's feeling is okay, but he shouldn't be threatened. At the end of the day, he still is apprehensive with anyone that smiles a little too widely at you, or whose eyes linger for too long, but that's just him. Occasionally, some guy who was getting on with you amazingly a day ago has gone missing, or has been found dead in horrible circumstances.

🔪• "Did you kill him, Corey? Why?" "W-well, because, I needed to make him understand. You're meant for me, not him."

🔪• He can even get a bit funny with your friends if he doesn't know them well, his arm constantly around your waist or shoulder. PDA is actually bliss for Corey, since it displays how close you two are openly, and no one can do a thing about it.

🔪• Another thing: if he's marked you up on your neck the night before, or early in the morning, purposely leaving them open to see makes Corey melt and get all excited. Because, hey, look, there are perfect red-purple marks under your chin, and the person staring didn't do that, did they?

🔪• He's only jealous because he's never felt so hopelessly in love and desperate for anyone before in his life. With the right words and gentle touches, you can dissolve a sticky situation pretty easily, but it's all only because he cares. He cares so much, he could kill somebody.

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y3strr · 10 months

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my toxic trait is that i’m fully convinced that if the slashers were real, they would let me live

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woorehem · 2 years

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Logophobia is an obsessive fear of speech.

#art #dead by daylight #michael myers #dbd michael myers #dbd the shape #the shape #halloween #michael myers halloween

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cherry-cola-on-ice · 1 year

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Tender Moments with Michael Myers (RZ)

Arts and Crafts . Something good he picked up from his time at Smiths Grove (practically the only thing) is his mastery of papier-mâché. He's gonna to make you the most intricate and beautiful masks. The first mask he ever made you, a monarch butterfly, sits proudly in a shadow box.

Sex. It might not sound tender to you, but sex is a sacred thing to Michael. He was almost afraid of intimacy, well into the first year of your relationship. But Michael learned that, being a man of few words, he finds it difficult to express with words how he feels. His love language is definitely touch.

Hand holding. Piggybacking on the previous hc, hand holding is another way he shows his affection. He is ,to this day, scared of it though. Is his hand too rough, too clammy? Too scarred? Just tell him you love it and he'll never stop. After awhile, it's almost a security blanket for him.

Movies. Don't take him to a theater, please. For everyone's benefit. He's more of a Netflix and chill kinda guy. He loves those old sci-fi movies, like the og King Kong and Godzilla. And he also loves a good Hammer Horror (Christopher Lee as Dracula) it reminds him of days his mom was off work.

Cooking. It's not so much him doing the cooking as it is you cooking for him. And it's not a misogyny thing, it's a comfort. It's the idea that you would take time out of your day to take care of him. To be honest all you need to do is empty out of Campbell's chicken noodle soup into it pan throw it in the microwave and he's good.

Bath time. Again it's not a sex thing it's an intimacy thing. Plus we all know baby boy needs a bath he stinky. He'll fight you tooth and nail at first, but the first time you pop in a bath bomb? You literally could see the stress and The Angst™️ wash off of his body.

Your song

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everything-magic-sparkles · 1 year

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Michael Myers Smut 18+

🔪 🩸 🎃 🍁 🍂 😷

Many might think Michael only tilts his head when his curiosity gets the best of him. Hohoho it’s not just that.

Michael is likely a sexually repressed virgin that can only find satisfaction through killing, as he likely doesn’t have any clue what sexual pleasure is. His heavy breathing gives it away. He loves slowly approaching his next victim- and if they’re oblivious to what’s going on at first, that gets him off even more.

Once they do know what’s happening, however, that’s when the real thrill for Michael sets in.

He loves to watch them stumble over their own feet and struggle to regain their balance, or when they jump out of their skin when he scares them.

Plunging his large butcher knife into their flesh and hearing them gargle on their own blood will do the trick, wrapping his large hand around their neck to feel their jugular vein go from pumping hard, to hissing as the blood empties from their body. In the middle of doing this, if it feels especially satisfactory, his head will tick to the side, eyes rolling back. He can’t help it, it just feels so good.

You made him do this the night you showed him what sex really was.

Being as kinky as you were, you understood how his messed up antics got him off. And how being sexually repressed can drive one to kill.

He stood there, watching from afar, and breathing heavily as you teased him by pulling up the ghost sheet you were wearing and exposing your cold, yet flushed ass to him. You had noticed him on your night out trick or treating, standing in the dark.

He had likely been stalking you all night.

You were too scared to speak, but horny enough to taunt the legendary killer that haunted Haddonfield Illinois. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since you heard about him.

His hand gripped the handle of his knife tightly, breath shaking as you spread your ass cheeks with your hands. He didn’t know why, but seeing those two round mounds of flesh with a couple of holes between them was making his cock stiff. Sweat practically poured down his neck and out his mask.

Looking around for a moment, you suddenly noticed he had disappeared. “Fuck…” you cursed under your breath before he appeared right in front of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him step in front of you.

…But he just stood there when you opened them?

“M-Michael?” Your heart was pounding in your throat.

As you both stood in front of each other, you noticed that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. His demeanor almost seemed like a cry for help. And your theory was proven right whilst your eyes were examining him. He had a gigantic frame. Standing at 6’3 and weighing in at 200lbs.

As your eyes danced around every part of his body, they landed on the large, off to the side bulge in his navy blue coveralls.

You swallowed, “o-oh.”

Hesitant as to what do to first, you approached him, reaching for his collar. He stepped back for a moment, but let you do what you wanted. Your heart was thumping in your ears, you couldn’t believe he was letting you undress him.

His breathing became heavier and heavier the closer you got to his bulge. Slowly, but surely, you took out his swollen, eight-inch cock. The girth was about as large as your forearm.

“Sh-shit…” you hissed. you had no clue how this was going to fit inside either of your holes.

Not caring in the slightest, you turned back around for him. “G-go on. Put it in, Michael.”

He simply looked at your ass. Eager to engage, but confused. He grabbed your soft flesh and stepped over to you, poking your asshole curiously with his large finger. You moaned as it slipped in, exploring its walls. Once he got this sensation, he couldn’t help but press his cock against your ass.

At first, you thought he was just teasing you. He was being rough and sensual, teasing you well, but then it escalated to him grunting and whimpering under his breath as he tried to push the head of his cock into your ass.

“Is… Is he a virgin?…” you thought, “How cute…” You reached your hand behind you, grabbing ahold of his cock, “L-let me help you.”

His panting turned into breathy moans as you guided his tip into your ass and he let out a deep yelp, his legs shaking, hands death-gripping your skin.

“Y-yes~ fuck, M-Michael~ fuck me~” you said as you pushed back on his hips a bit. He quickly caught on to your gesture, grabbing your love handles and slamming his full shaft’s length into your tight shit hole.

“GOD- FUCK!” You screamed as it plunged deep inside you. It stretched the tight ring of muscle like a rubber band about to snap and you loved every second of it.

He moaned like crazy, hoisting you up high with your face and chest against the wooden fence. You felt like a kebab with how his cock had skewered you like a piece of meat on a stick.

It didn’t take long for your juices to start gushing all over him. And ohh how he loved to feel liquids splatter onto him. Feeling it on his cock and hung balls sent him over the edge.

His breathing became ran ramped as he grew close, suddenly climaxing. His head snapped to the side in a head tilt, eyes rolling back. He violently and deeply thrusted every second, your breath, taken. With each thrust of his hips it felt like a wine bottle’s cork was popped in your gut. His thick cum was painting your insides and gushing out of whatever was left of your gaping meat hole.

He took the sheet of your ghost costume and pulled it up high, holding it against the wooden fence. Taking his knife, he stabbed the fabric into the fence and left you hanging there like a freshly washed, wet sweater left to dry.

He had let you live that Halloween night. And you knew you’d want him again next year, and the next year, and the next… And the next…

🎃🔪

#michael myers #Michael Myers Halloween #halloween 2018 #michael myers smut #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader

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hanighul · 2 years

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I was in a Michael Myers kinda mood today 😌

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cinefiliz · 7 months

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Happy Halloween

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suuushirolled · 1 month

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mikey... 😳 back from October, last year

#fair warning i ship myself w him LMAO #ship x si be warned...#michael myers #slasher #halloween 1978 #michael myers halloween #sushirolled art #my art

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slasher-dasher · 3 months

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This is my first time requesting anything from anyone but slashers with an S/O who says sorry all the time and it's not even their fault

I'm sorry if it's a small ask

(You can do any slashers I'm just asking you to add Michael myers ^^)

Slashers w/an Apologetic S/O

(Honored to be your first request anon <3)

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OG!Michael Myers:

Head tilt? Doesn't understand why you're sorry if something wasn't your fault

Also doesn't really understand why you're sorry if something was your fault, but that's more of a Michael having no regret thing than a misunderstanding

He pats your head a lot whenever you say sorry more than once a day (you get head pats often). Sometimes, if he sees you getting really worked up, he'll intentionally mess up a simple task to make you feel better

Michael tends to ignore when you say sorry, not because he's mad or upset, but because he doesn't know how to respond most of the time, especially if there's nothing broken or you aren't hurt. The head pats only get him so far-

RZ!Michael Myers:

Michael does not respond well to the word "sorry". For him it's only ever been used when someone is hurt or when something majorly bad has happened. So, in his mind, someone has hurt you. And he will make them regret it.

The second you say sorry for anything he's ready to fight someone for you. Consider anyone who makes you say sorry to be marked as a potential victim, even if the apology was justified.

Michael's pretty good at predicting when you're going to say sorry after a while. He will put his finger over your lips to let you know you're okay or that he doesn't think an apology is necessary

Saying sorry more often? He puts you in air jail. Be prepared to be carried everywhere Michael plans on going until he thinks your sorry-spree is done for the day

Vincent Sinclair:

Does the same thing constantly (but he signs so you sometimes miss it)

He bumps into you? Both of you say sorry. You catch him staring? He signs sorry and looks at the floor. He asks you to pose for a sketch/painting? Both of you are getting better at not saying sorry for that one!!! But he still apologizes for bothering you

Vincent is shy, but not very anxious unless Bo is in one of his moods. He usually tries to warn you about this so he can take the brunt of his twin's anger (and refuses to let you apologize for that)

You're working on it together, you both remind each other that if something wasn't your fault(s), it doesn't need a "sorry". Lester thinks it's cute to watch you both apologize for simple things though

Lester Sinclair:

Constantly reassures you!! He's very carefree, and you can do no wrong in his eyes

He's used to Vincent's constant apologies, so he's well-equipped to handle yours too

"Don't worry 'bout it darlin'" is a common phrase you hear from him, usually followed after a tight hug or a quick peck on the cheek

Will fight Bo if he makes fun of/mocks you. Lester is very protective of you when you're around his brothers

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wildroseanddeadlyscent · 2 years

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When I tell you Im different I mean I’d try to suck Michael Myers dicks… like what would happen? He’d choke me???? Stab me???? Let me suck on his giant DICK??? Either way its a win-win situation..

#slasherfucker #slasher #slasher x reader #slashers #michael myers #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers halloween #slasher smut

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heathenoushound · 9 months

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I had a tome challenge to complete and I’m the type of player who goes feral for getting my challenges done and while crossfaded 🍃 my friend tried to warn me and all I could think of was this sound afterwards 😭

#horror #heathenart #slasher #dead by daylight #michael myers #dbd #DBD Kate #DBD Nancy #stranger things #Nancy wheeler #michael myers halloween #listen sometimes playing cross faded is the most hilarious thing ever bc my ears just were listening that day #I kept getting killers who equipped lightborn and I suck ass with beakers so I was like whyyyyyy #5 matches in a rooooow I was done 😭😭😭#I had to last minute switch just to sneak a beamer in #I had one match where I didn’t even being a beamer no one did and a killer STILL had lightborn #no hate to the perk but oh my fucking god I swear DBD was messing with me

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Legit ANYTHING Corey related- im head over hEELS for that man rn

Im also a sucker for fluff ;)

Dating Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Might as well start with the dating hcs 🙃 requests are open if you want more for this guy. Please keep in mind that I'm not comfortable writing smut yet though; I've noted that on my inbox page and pinned post, but I've been getting quite a few smutty asks 😅

🔪• Corey's been through a lot, and to find a person willing to give him a chance and treat him like a person who matters... I absolutely believe he'd turn into a soft yandere. He's head over heels in love, protective to the point of killing anyone who tries to hurt you or take you away from him, and obsessively infatuated. He lives for you, and he'd die for you, period.

🔪• You probably meet him when he's being pushed around by a group of bullies somewhere in Haddonfield, and manage to get them off his back for a while, with a string of hateful comments. The boy's stunned that someone's standing up for him, and when you help him get his glasses back on after they were slapped off his face, he's stunned all over again. It takes Corey a good minute to stop stuttering and staring at you with wide, dopey eyes and form an actual sentence to introduce himself.

🔪• When you take him back to yours to patch him up, you can't help but notice his breath hitch at your soft touches, such a contrast from the rough shoves and harsh words he gets day after day outside. Heart eyes to the extreme as you concentrate on stopping any blood, and apologise when it stings. Corey barely notices it, and when you pull away as you finish, he chases your hand for a second before he blinks back into reality, heat rushing to his cheeks as he looks down at his feet and thanks you.

🔪• He has no idea why you're so nice to him, but from that day on, he's hooked. You're gonna start seeing him randomly pop up wherever you are, and at first, you assume it's because Corey wants to have you around so it discourages people from picking on him. Nope. He wouldn't mind if he was kicked around, if you could lean in close and clean him up so caringly again. He's fallen hard and very quickly, especially when you reassure him that you know he didn't kill that boy on purpose. You believe him? He almost cries, and looks up at you in wonder, with a hopeful "really?"

🔪• Corey Cunningham has found someone that sees him as a person instead of a monster, and he adores that the person is you. It doesn't take him long to ask him out; it is hard for him to get the courage to, since he's worried that he might be going too fast and certainly aiming too high with you. Saying yes to him will just fully unleash Corey being the clingiest, doting, protective boyfriend you'll ever know. He won't let you go now that he's found you. If he can't have you, no one can.

🔪• He's pretty goofy with how he acts and what he says, but you've told him it's cute, so he won't try to change. Being with you, he wants to keep you happy all the time, and keeps you to himself as much as possible, just in case you start listening to what others have got to say about him. Whatever you tell him though, he'll try to remember as much as possible, so he can how he's been listening by bringing it up again or giving you a little gift related to it.

🔪• To be honest, Corey's a really sweet, doting lover, and he looks at you like you're an angel whenever you're close together, or just working around the house. He'll follow you around like a lost puppy, and has puppy eyes to match, constantly clinging to you and wanting to help with whatever he can. It could get a little annoying if you don't want a shadow around you all the time, but he wants you as happy as possible, so if you tell him your boundaries, he'll eagerly follow them.

🔪• Corey's obsessiveness grows the closer you get, to the point where he goes as far as to kill for you. After he runs into Michael Myers, he takes both of your hands and looks you straight in the eyes excitedly as he tells you that he's not afraid of people anymore, and that he loves that you're always there to protect him. But now, he wants to be the one to protect you. He loves you to death, and he wants to prove it. It's up to you to decide whether or not to let him deal with anyone that upsets you with his violent methods, but he can and will if you say the word.

🔪• If you happen to meet Michael Myers, he won't kill you, but he won't be all soft with you either. His idea of being nice is not killing you, and that's that. Gradually, gradually, he'll decide to protect you, even opting to lurk around in the shadows and check on you and Corey every now and then, like a twisted kind of father figure or friend. So, if you're ever in trouble, you've got Haddonfield's boogeymen behind you when you need them.

🔪• It's scary to see the level of protectiveness and unhidden anger in Corey's eyes when someone's rude to you in front of him, a dark glare in his usually kind eyes. Suddenly, they've gone missing, or they've died in suspicious circumstances, Corey not paying any attention to the news report as he hugs you from where you're curled up on his lap with a small frown on your face. If you ask him for the truth, if he did it for you, he'll shrug and nod, "Well... yeah, I- I did it for you. I love you..." and that's all the explanation there really is.

🔪• He likes taking you for rides on his motorcycle in the evening, just to feel your arms embrace him tightly and a proud grin on his face when he knows you're enjoying it. Corey tries carrying you back upstairs afterwards, which ends up with you both collapsing in a heap on the bed, and him engulfing you with a tight hug with kisses planted on every inch of skin he can find.

🔪• Speaking of affection, Corey can be pretty smothering with it. He's shy and awkward at first, but after hugging you for the first time, and having your first kiss, he can't get enough of your attention and affection. He'll drink it up with a lovesick smile and lean into all of your touches. He can show how needy he is by whining in protest whenever you break a kiss for air, and latches back on in a second.

🔪• The pet names he gives you can be the basic 'baby' and 'sweetheart,' but Corey calls you stronger, more meaningful names at intimate moments too. 'Angel' is a very common one that he coos when he wakes you up gently in the mornings, burying his face in your neck, or whenever you're cleaning him up after a fight or a kill.

🔪• The times when he's most vulnerable, when you've got him wrapped around your finger playing with his curls, he'll whisper to you how all of him belongs to you, that he'll do anything for you, die for you. He's being absolutely honest, and it's nice to hear, but sometimes, when your eyes meet his desperate, loving gaze, you have to tell him that you don't want him to do anything too extreme for you, that you love him just the way he is.

🔪• You can never just kiss Corey briefly before you leave the house to work or anything. He'll draw out any affection you give him for as long as he can, so it's a hard task to prise his hands off your waist with a promise that you'll be done with work soon. It often ends up with him trailing after you, holding your hand tightly and stroking the back of it absentmindedly with his thumb.

🔪• Being in a relationship with Corey Cunningham is full of loving attention, obsessively so, and to know that he'd go as far to basically go on a killing spree for you is nice in a weird kind of way? There's no hope of getting out of it though, because he's happily devoted to you now, and that's just the way he likes it. God forbid anyone who tries messing with it.

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