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'You' - Michael Myers x Reader SMUT +18 ONLY

Warnings : Stabbing, Blood, Extreme Smut, Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Voyeurism, Implied Reader Death.

- Reader has female genitalia

This is my first smut fanfic on Tumblr so beware lmao, smut is below the mark, also, Michael kind of talks in this one, I know that isn't canonically correct but it's just broken words and small praise.

I AM IN NO WAY SHAPE OR FORM CONDONING THE ACTS COMMITED IN THIS FANFIC, ROMANTICIZING SERIOUS CRIMES LIKE MURDER AND OTHER CRIMES IS NOT OKAY.

This is just a fanfiction and therefore none of this is real.

READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, AGELESS BIOS WILL BE BLOCKED, MINORS DNI!!!!

Summary:

Moving back to your home town may have been a comforting idea to you, but to the horny murderous neighbor who keeps spying on you, the idea may be a bothersome one. Bothersome enough that after a small curiosity-driven break-in, he deals with you in his own, if not slightly altered, fashion.

"Yeah Mom, I'll be okay, It's only a few boxes." I told her through the phone. Mom live only a few minutes away but insisted that since I lived so close to 'The House' as she liked to call it, she just call me on her phone. As weird as it was, her refusing to come and visit me and instead I visit her, was not the weirdest thing I've experienced since moving back home.

Putting away the last box, I sighed and fell backwards onto the couch. It was dark outside, I had already eaten and my bed wasn't gonna be delivered until tomorrow. So I chucked a blanket on the couch and got my sleeping clothes out.

Undressing, I could feel eyes on my body, I looked around.

Nothing.

Continuing, taking my bra and panties off, I felt it again.

Looking around a second time, nothing.

So I dismissed the strange feeling and finished getting dressed, hopped into my makeshift bed and just when I decided to call it a night..... I couldn't sleep.

Great.

After multiple tries of trying to get to sleep, I decided to get up and move around a bit. Hopefully that would tire me out.

Walking to the kitchen to get a glass of water, I caught a blur of white and blue move into the house next to me out of my peripherals, or as my mom referred to it, 'The House'.

'Weird, maybe their homeless? How long has that house been abandoned for anyway?' so many questions, and no one to answer them.

I looked away from the house, starting to walk back towards my 'bed', when I heard a thump coming from next door.

"Okay, that's it, what the fuck is going on over there?!" I whispered to myself, throwing on my boots and a zip up hoodie, and surely making my way over to the house.

Opening the old rotting door with a creak, I realized how old the house really is, floorboards practically breaking beneath my feet, wondering whether or not the house would get demolished.

Quiet footsteps echoed from within the house.

'There's the culprit' I thought.

I moved towards the back entrance of the house, nothing.

I looked around further until I heard soft thumping sounded from above, I went upstairs and checked there, nothing.

'It's probably just a rat or something'. I figured.

Giving up, I walked towards the start of the stairs when a hand wrapped harshly around my waist.

A searing pain made its way through my arm.

He stabbed me.

Blood dripped down my form as I struggled against his grip.

Throwing my head backwards, I headbutted him straight in the nose, he let go of me and I fell down the stairs. As quick as I could, I got up and ran towards the door.

Yet again, I felt another hand around my waist, except this time he used both hands to pull me backwards.

I kicked and bit him as he dragged me towards the stairs again.

'Is he gonna throw me down the stair until I die?! Oh my God, I'm gonna be murdered, OH PLEASE GOD NOOO!!-' I thought frantically.

He pulled me up the stairs, past the bathroom, and into a small decaying room with a bed in the middle, against the wall.

He threw me on the bed as he tried to cut my clothes off, often nicking me with the blade of his knife.

I kicked him and swore at him, hoping it would do something.

I can't let this happen to me, not now, not ever.

"Stay Still" I heard his raspy voice say, no guilt, no hesitation, no undertones of anything present in his monotonous voice.

I didn't listen to him, I kept struggling against him.

'WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!' I yelled, fed up with this.

He stopped what he was doing, I felt his gaze hard on my eyes, I slowly looked up and met the gaze he enforced on me.

He leaned closer to my face and whispered...

"You"

He leaned back up and continued cutting my clothes off, now only halfway through my t-shirt due to my struggling.

My heart told me to struggle more, to try to escape but my brain told me to stop moving, to mitigate the risk of getting cut too badly and definitely more than I had been cut already.

"Good Girl" I heard him praise me, I felt a weird wetness between my thighs.

Disgusted with myself, I waited until he had finished cutting my clothes off and moving the knife a considerable length away from me before kicking at him, a poor attempt at trying to gain freedom against his strength.

A soft squelching sound erupted from my shoulder as he sunk his sharp blade into me, a comical ripping sound following the knife on the way out, along with what was left of my voice.

He cut through my panties as I laid there in utter shock, the pain louder than the silence outside.

Crying, looking at my murderer through tear filled eyes and wet eyelashes as he starts unzipping his mechanical suit to reveal his body, which clearly has had time spent on it, I admired the way his body curved, and flexed when he moved, he looked like a Greek god.

'What no, I can't be thinking like this'

He removed his suit, his arm muscles flexing, his abs contorting in a way that turned me on, my inner thighs stained by my arousal.

His bulge was prominent through his boxers, and quite big too.

I could imagine myself getting impaled by it.

He pulled me by my legs towards him, lining up his manhood with my entrance.

I looked up at him, no longer struggling, I needed this.

He pushed in, bottoming out in seconds, not that he was small though, because I could feel him stretching me out to the point of almost ripping.

He covered my screaming mouth and started thrusting.

At some point, the pain faded, and pleasure was present. He uncovered my mouth as soon as I started moaning.

After awhile of thrusting, I was near my end, and so was he.

After he pulled out his manhood and the knife, I laid there staring at the rotting ceiling wondering when this place was going to get demolished, and if I'm going to go with it.

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OKAY, right, that was a ride.

I'm so sorry abt this one LMAO

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I’m gonna upload a fanfic later, hopefully its good lmao

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Oh lord, the things I would let Michael Myers do to me.