#rz michael myers imagines

[scuddisher]

FATE UP AGAINST YOUR WILL

Thrown into Michael's room without supervision, he uses you for his desires—and uses more of you to his benefit.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — rz! michael myers x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — full fic, thriller, smut, sanitarium! au WORD COUNT — 3.3k WARNINGS — dark! & predator! michael (obviously), intense situations, choking, partial language, some objectifying tones SMUT WARNINGS — labeling this as dub-con (although consent is given) bc it can be taken either way, dom/sub tones, oral (michael receiving) turned skullfuck, force is used, gagging, cum-play & swallowing, sweaty michael, drooling, masturbation (reader), michael’s bde is real! RELEASE DATE — JAN 17TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — not another one of my fucking dreams making me want to write it out as a smut…i did it anyways lmao. this is literally just pure filth with a base-line plot, enjoy <3 i might make this into a series of segments of rz! michael x reader going insane for each other if this is received well, so please share your thoughts about that to me!!! this is roughly edited btw

NAVIGATION | SLASHERS MLIST & RECS

The sudden sound of the door's lock clicking startled you back into your senses. What had occurred that day had only felt like your imagination, words passed back and forth between doctors and guards.

It seemed unbelievable, a program that places yourself into the space of the quietest, most reserved and silently possessive man in the entire block.

"Although the accounted for are considered lesser of outside human beings—" The paper-written words made your ears ache with every syllable spoken. "—it is still within their right to be given time to consult one another. Our program places those most threatening with those of small cases in order to give a natural exchange that those in the common world deal with on a daily basis."

It was all a ruse to please the government—a stamp given to the sanitarium for their lessening care of those they house to grow their long list of experiments and labels.

"In better words: if the patients of Smith's Grove do not want to converse with one another in the open spaces given to them—we will force them to do so in another's space."

As soon as the white door swung on its hinges and opened way to the most notorious killer's room, the man hunched over his desk as usual, reality had set in.

Michael Myers, the most dangerous man locked away in the building for life, was now your partner in a survey-like test that could give you enough credit to appeal your case and perhaps get far away from a place like this. Maybe even back out into the world.

All you had to do was play along and not get killed by him.

"Michael!" The guard's voice was loud in one of your ears, shaking your entire frame. "You have a guest."

The guard's hand placed at the top of your back, one swift push pressing you into Michael's cell with the door closing quickly behind you. There was no time to think, no time to act, and most certainly no time to beg for a different partner.

You had seen his room in flashes, moving fast down the hall from the guard's pace—only enough time for a passerby's glance through the lines of the door's window or in through the door itself when it laid open.

Michael never frequented anything other than the cafeteria, his lonesome stay at the sanitarium nothing more than bitter to anyone who paid him any attention. Instead he sat within the four small corners of his cell, fingers tampering and crafting more masks than you could count—even with all of them before you now.

"You have an hour." With those four words, the door was shut and locked and the guard was gone.

Michael sat in the same chair you had seen him in a few times before, back hunched slightly to give his long arms a better angle at the mask being formed by his fingers. The paper-mache art seemed to reflect him in some ways, each and every one lining the walls various versions of what he made before except only slightly different.

You could feel your body rocking back and forth, eyes shaking from your nerves being shot. It was only a matter of time before the man made a move, got sick of you standing within his walls and decided to do something about it—the only thing you could think about was when.

The man was hushed, silent and deadly as you took two steps forward towards where he sat. He didn't pay you any attention, the mere shivering of your bones in his peripheral only making him blink his blue eyes behind the mask he wore on his face.

You didn't know what to say, or if you could even speak, but it didn't take long for the long-haired man to stand where he once worked.

Something had clicked in his brain. Maybe it was the scent of you in his nostrils, your single-bodied self unaccompanied and stuffed into his room to play house just to get good points on your record, or maybe it was the way his chest huffed in sudden annoyance of your presence—but the man was made well aware that you were where you weren't meant to be.

You felt your world growing smaller, the four walls that he had lived in quickly appearing to be your last demise. All of the times you had seen Michael, he was calm and collected—but as he stood before you know, you had no clue what was playing through his mind.

And it was his shuffle from the front of the chair that made your body stiffen, the long robe he always wore drifting with the blow of air that passed him as he turned and made his way before you. Not a single word had been spoken between you, his dark glare above your head making you wither.

It was four steps towards the big white gate that you could scream through and hopefully be released. It was three steps to his bed where you could cover yourself with his blankets and hopefully give padding to his blows if he wanted to strike. But it was only two steps backwards as your body moved for your back to meet the corner of his room, his towering figure moving you into the small space to make you feel even smaller than you were.

There was something about how he stared, eyes scorching across your exposed skin and mind clearly racing. From the perspective of a killer, you could be seen as cornered prey. But as his hand raised, flattened forward, and found its place on the cold wall above the side of your head—you were only left in a more curious state than before.

And only two sentences could make it past your lips at that moment. "W-Watch your masks."

The man's eyes blinked slowly, processing your words like he had never heard someone be so caring over something that was his. But from your sight, his head leaning down to be at the same level as yours appeared to you like he was going to do something.

"What do you want me to do?" Your words were fast, caught by his ears and held in his mind for just as long as the sentence before was.

The unresponsive man was a mystery to you, his deep eyes running their way up and down your form in response instead of speaking.

Only then did it occur to you of what was on his mind. A man locked behind thick gates and walls had more than just murder on the brain, and he had you all to himself for as long as the clock on his wall clicked to the next big digit.

You could hear his huffs behind his mask, the thickened paper shield only giving you an insight through his eyes and nothing more visually. He sounded like a dog panting over the idea of water, the arm above you moving once he took notice of your eyes trailing his muscles.

You watched his hand move below your chin, his index finger and thumb slowly creating pressure on your windpipe as they clamped down. It wasn't enough to choke you hard, only a warning of knowing your place.

You were in his room, in his space, and it didn't take any knowledge of anything besides natural human nature to know he was telling you that he was in charge right now.

"What do you want me to do?" It was the second time you had asked him that question, and yet your tone lowered to just above a whisper to let him know you genuinely wanted an answer.

You could see his eyes most immersively, the way his pupils dilated at the softness of your voice and even more-so from the message within the question.

You were now both on the same page, his desire for you carnal and your obedience for him an easy read to know that you would do anything for him in this moment just as long as he let you survive the hour.

In a moment's beat, his large hand left your throat and placed atop your head. His fingers curled into your hair to let his nails scrap at your scalp, the lightest push down letting you know the direction he wanted you to move in.

And before you knew it, you were on your knees before him. Breathing as heavy as his own—your shaking hands moved towards his gray sweatpants, pulling at the soft cotton fabric until only his cock was removed. Stiff, larger than you could have ever imagined, and leaking precum just at the slightest touch—your lips pressed into the tip as you grazed him.

The man made no sound except for his steady breathing, your eyes peering up at him for an answer on if you could keep going but the hand on your head seemed to hold you in your place. It didn't take long for you to devise a place, your tongue leaving your hot mouth and flattening to run along the bottom of his length and capture every vein and soft spot he might have.

And finally, he grunted. The hand on your head tightened on your skull, his fingernails digging into your scalp but not breaking the skin. It was clearly the first time he felt anything other than the touch of his own hand, and the man was slowly unfolding on himself.

Your tongue slipped over your bottom teeth to slowly suck him into your mouth, keeping from giving him any discomfort during the act. His body seemed hard, your hands gliding up his calves for one to take hold of the hem of his sweatpants for grip and one on his thick thigh to feel when his muscles clenched from the pleasure.

Your mouth welcomed his large cock, taking it in as much as it could fit before you felt your tongue jolt and his tip hit the back of your throat hard enough to make you gag. You felt his thigh muscle clamp before you heard the noise from his lips, a gurgled moan making you only want to repeat the action to hear it again.

"Mff—" The vibrations of your soft noise around him made him throb in your mouth, more of his precum slipping down your throat and leaving a saltier taste on your tongue as it swirled him.

You wanted to hear the silent man's noises, wanted to hear him fall apart from your mouth and touch, and right as your mouth backed away from his length until you reached his tip and licked at what spilled—you knew you had done even more than that to him.

His grip on the top of your head slid down until he held you by the back of your skull, fingers retaking their secure hold and forcing you back down his shaft. It wasn't the burning sensation from the suddenly used force that made the wetness of your arousal begin staining through your underwear and sweatpants, but the noise that left him in the process.

"Ug—hm" The man seemed to choke on his own breath, enthralled by the way your tongue lapped at him once he was fully back in your mouth.

He was so invested in what little space he gave you to work with once his cock was pressed to the back of your throat. Your tongue pressing at him, catching and memorizing every vein and soft spot that had him fucking deeper into your mouth although he was already too far in. And just when he appeared to reach the thought that he had done enough to you, your compulsion to swallow the amount of saliva and his leaking arousal in your mouth only fed his need more.

The man was delusional, drunk on your mouth as his right hand traded for his left on your head just so the other could slap into the corner wall and hold him upright. You had him almost speaking from the way he garbled his noises, sweat forming on the sides of his face and slowly dripping down to leave a small, wet dot on his clothing, and some even falling onto your own body.

Just as the burn in your neck turned into pain, his left hand began bouncing you on his cock. Your jaw relaxed, tongue keeping with its ability to poke and prod at him before you could fight it no longer and had to swallow around his length. Bobbing, moaning around him, and the slightest bit of saliva that had made it down his length managed to drip from your lips and get splashed onto the base of his cock.

"Fu-Fu—" The man hadn't said words in years, only grunted syllables on his tongue from his own motions. He was using you like a pocket pussy, and it drove him to begin twitching erratically in your mouth. He was seconds away from cumming when he hunched over until his chest was against your head, the thick liquid spurting onto your tongue only driving him into your mouth harder from the extra liquid coating his length.

"Uhmf—" His sounds turned into quiet, low growls as he pumped himself thrice more into your hot mouth. On the third time, he felt your tongue completely drowned by his cum—and your throat urging him to let you swallow it.

You felt like you were on cloud nine having watched a man, so cold and reserved, use you for his desires. His need to feel something warm around him, and he used you.

As you stared up into his glazed eyes, he was watching his cock leave your mouth with a pop. The hand that once held his tall figure up by the strength of the wall now held you by your chin  to remind you he is in control. In a moment's time, you felt the rough padding of his thumb connecting with your bottom lip, a gentle rub at the line of your mouth giving you permission to swallow his seed.

The phase of time seemed to end just as soon as it began, Michael's face returning to the blank stare he always showed as his touch left you completely to pull at his pants and cover himself back up. You watched the tall man clamber two steps back to the chair at his desk, his large hand pulling at the old plastic seat just as he sat down and began running his brush back through the glue to work on his mask.

Your thighs trembled below you, quivering with stains of your own body naturally wanting him further from the foreplay displayed in the crotch lines of your sweatpants.

You felt like a whining puppy as you turned your form towards him, scooching closer along the floor towards his sitting frame in the hopes that he would give you some type of attention. Your legs felt weak on the hard tiled flooring, eyes capturing sight of the clock that read plenty of time for him to help you get off, too. But as his head kept forward, eyes meeting every piece of newspaper sliding onto his new mask, his attention completely off you—your hand slipping into your own underwear was nothing on his mind.

Your fingers were ice cold as they pressed past the fabric you wore, capturing some of the extreme wetness the man caused as a reaction within your body and finding all of your sweet spots on the first go. It was only until your fingers curved against yourself that you moaned, watching the man's hand holt in place against the mask he was creating.

You had his attention. Your fingers worked yourself, mind so filled with static and the sensation from the fact that no one had ever gotten you this wound up before—especially when they didn't touch you at all.

You felt pitiful rutting into your own hand for friction. Michael sat away from you, not even a step apart, but he didn't move a muscle. He only listened to your sounds, heard the wetness you used to make yourself even wetter from your own touch—and finally he blinked at your sound when a word slipped from your light-sounding voice.

"M-Michael." He knew, he was well aware of what you were doing. Whether it was touching yourself to get him to touch you again, to maybe raise the same hard finish as he had—or if you were touching yourself with the idea in your mind that your own hand was his—either way, he was intrigued.

The rough pattern you had was nothing of his from before. He had a way of fucking himself with you, not letting you fuck him—and it was driving you to the brink of exhaustion trying to recreate the same cadence he had.

You wanted so badly for him to reach over and grab you, sink his hand into your pants or perhaps toss you over his thigh and let the muscle you felt flexing over and over bring you to your sweet release.

But instead he sat, listening, waiting for you to finish yourself off—no matter if it took the remainder of your time.

Just as your hand grew tired, eagerness turning into lingering touches as you rushed for your own orgasm to overtake you, your knees plowed into the hard flooring. Your hand turned into limited friction as you sat upwards, giving yourself the room to grind your hips back and forth for more force. It was hardly enough on its own, your mind needing more, and a single glance up at Michael gave you just that.

His length had risen again in his sweatpants from just watching you try to get yourself off. His pants turned into deep breaths, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as his head turned to watch you fall apart on yourself.

Your hips snapped quickly, one hand trying to keep yourself up and the other trying to apply enough pressure and hold for you to finally cum. And as the white light hit you, Michael's pants almost turned into animalistic noises as you watched his cock throb in the hold of his pants—you finally came.

Thighs clenching, your body fell back onto your folded legs as your eyes shut tight and your mouth cried his name once more. You could almost smell your scent as you rose back into your senses, the smell of sex in the air from the two of you although you didn't have intercourse.

You were minutes away from your time being up when your soaked hand left your pants, cum dripping from your fingers as you panted and tried to think of where to wipe it all off.

You felt so small once more, Michael's quick motion taking you by surprise as he pulled you forward on your knees by your wrist until you were right beside him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the precum staining through his pants again, but nothing was as arousing as what he did next.

The hand that had its fingers covered in glue from him shaping his mask held you by your wrist, his opposite hand moving the mask in closer to you until your cum-soaked fingers were being run along the drying piece. You watched as Michael motioned your hand with his own large touch, your cum beginning to drip and be smoothed onto the paper-mache mask just before he pushed your hand away and began placing more strips of newspaper along your wetness.

And right as the voice in your throat rose to ask questions, beg to know why he wanted a mask that would permanently smell of your love stink—the sound of footsteps and keys jingling halted everything.

Your time with Michael was up.

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[slasherwife]

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💕💕

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Would the slashers get married/have kids (if so, how many?)

you pick whomever

Slashers on Marriage and Kids

Here's a link to the Ghostface post

Fem leaning reader but the marriage part can be gender neutral. If yall want anymore slashers, feel free to let me know. 😀 I know technically Wesker isn't a slasher but I'm in a mood 😅

Warnings: Canon typical violence (not towards reader or kids), some angst / spoilers for Jesse, mentions of baby trapping for Asa and Wesker, mentions of childhood abuse from the Sinclair brothers (not towards their own kids tho)

Michael Myers (RZ!)

Michael isnt into marriage as a concept because of his childhood and for the fact that hes surprised to have you as a partner because he's "pure evil, the shape of Haddonfield" its not in his plans. Legally, you cannot marry Michael because he's an escaped killer that's supposed to be institutionalized.

The closest thing you get to a marriage from Michael is the both of you living at your house as significant others.

I hope you don't mind a domesticated role in the relationship (like a house wife/ house husband even though you do work a job). Michael has been locked up for most his life, he doesn't know how to do a lot of the things we take for granted like how to cook actual food instead of eating candy.

Pregnancy with RZ! Michael would be an accident rather than planned. (I.E. unprotected sex or forgetting to take birth control for a day) His response to your pregnancy would be interesting because he has no reaction to you carrying his child until you start to show your pregnancy.

Michael becomes more primal and protective over you. He tries to keep any messes he has from his murders a minimum and would stay around you even more than before because you're fragile in his eyes.

Amount of kids he wants: Only 1, I just don't see him wanting anymore than his one kid.

Michael Myers (Original)

Like RZ! Michael, og Michael wouldn't be into marriage but his reason is because Og Michael simply hasn't thought about being married to anyone.

The closest to having a marriage like relationship with Michael would be him staying at your house and you being alive. If you're really lucky, he would stalk you while you're away from the Myers house to make sure you're safe.

You're going to have to be the one who does the cooking and cleaning. Michael's diet is not the best (with eating rats and dogs) please feed him some cooked food.

Your pregnancy wasn't planned. You expected that from the amount of times you and Michael had fucked that you would be pregnant sooner.

Michael would be on the distant side during your pregnancy at first. You could tell that he's still protecting you/ stalking you while you're out of the house. Once the news settled into his mind, you can see parts of him showing he accepts the fact that he's going to be a father. (He's the man that would have his hands on your bump while you're sleeping because of 1. His primal instinct to protect you and his kid and 2. Feeling the movements from the womb calms him down)

Amount of kids he wants: 1, Michael is a one and done kind of guy.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas grew up with the traditional values of a southern man; get married, have a couple kids, and live a simple life. Before being with you, Thomas gave up on that hope because for one, he knows his face can scare people off- and secondly, he has his family to take care of and support.

When Thomas was ready to ask for your hand for marriage, Luda helped him set up a nice intimate purposal. The ring was either taken from a victim or Luda's wedding ring. The wedding for the two of you was small, simple wedding outside with only just his family and the both of you.

Thomas would try to be a great husband for you and help out with any chores you missed and be that emotional support when you need it. For the most part, he loves a domesticated spouse who does things for him because they love him and want him to be healthy and happy.

Your pregnancy was planned in the aspects of the both of you are married and actively trying to convince a child. He was over the moon when you told him about you being pregnant. He does have insecurities and fears that his kids are going to be scared of him or end up with his condition.

After soothing his concerns, Thomas is hands down one of the best slashers to have. He would sew maternity clothes/ baby clothes for you, always fret about you doing alot of house work (especially when you get closer to your due date), build a crib and other toys for his kid.

Amount of kids he wants: at least 3 or 4, Thomas is open to having more children if you wanted a big family.

Bo Sinclair

Bo personally doesn't see himself being into marriage because of the life he lives in Ambrose.

Bo would thrive with a "housewife" spouse (it doesn't matter your gender, he enjoys the doting house spouse aesthetic. More likely that he doesn't want you to be hurt by potential victims.)

It takes a lot for him to want to make things legally official with you. He usually uses you being his significant other in the way of "I'm happily married" or "that's my husband/ wife." If you're lucky, Bo might have a small wedding in the church with just you,him, his brothers, and some of the wax sculptures (if you're into that kinda thing).

Bo has had some thoughts about having children with you but with his childhood abuse, he has a lot of self doubts about being a father. When you announced your pregnancy to him, Bo was in shock.

It takes a bit of time for Bo to get used to the fact that he's going to be a father. He becomes more protective over you to the point where the last part of your pregnancy, he wouldn't want you out of the house because of the potential threat from the victims. He wouldn't want you and his child to get hurt.

Amount of kids he wants: 1 or 2. I don't see Bo being into having a large family.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent, similiar to Thomas wouldn't see himself being married because of his face. Although the childhood he's had wasn't as bad as Bo or Lester, he still faced a shitty childhood.

It would take alot for Vincent to open himself up to find love or to want to be married. He tends to not take care of himself while focusing on making "new wax sculptures". I can see him thriving off of someone who does simple things for him like trying to coax an obviously sleep deprived Vincent to go sleep, or make him snacks for him. It's the small things that he appreciates from his significant other.

He also does small things that shows you that you're valued as his spouse. (I.e. making you little wax figurines, picnics in the woods together, or it can be as simple as cuddling each other in your shared bed.)

Conceiving a child would be a freak occurrence because it would be during one of the very few times that you

When he found out that he was going to he a father, anxiety was the main issue. Vincent was anxious about his kids being scared of his face and afraid that he wouldn't look "normal" enough for his kids. By the time you get close to giving birth, Vincent would cut back on his work to be there with you to make sure you don't over do the chores.

Amount of kids he wants: 2 or 3, he doesn't want too many children because of how dangerous Ambrose is for babies and small kids.

Lester Sinclair

Out of the Sinclairs, I see Lester being the one who fantasize about marriage the most. Just like his older brothers, Lester doesn't see himself being married before meeting you, only fantasizing about coming home to a happy spouse looking forward to seeing him.

Being married to Lester would probably be the most normal out of the Sinclairs. You occasionally see Bo and Vincent but it's mostly just you and Lester with Jonesy.

On a normal day where he's not luring potential victims to Ambrose, he enjoys having you in his truck while he's working with roadkill. It tickles him with how someone like you actually is happily married to him.

Conversations about starting a family has been brought up throughout your marriage. The both of you wanted kids but it wasn't a pressure to have kids right away. The pregnancy would be a happy surprise for Lester. (Lester would have the most positive reaction out of his brothers)

Lester would be the kind of man who would be super excited about the process of your pregnancy. From remodeling some of the old baby furniture, all the way to making scrapbooks with as much memories/ information about each child/ pregnancy. He wants his kids to have the things that his parents never did for him. (I.e. emotionally and actually neglecting Lester during his childhood.)

Amount of kids he wants: 3 or 4, enough to have a larger family but not too many kids where his kids would feel neglected by the both of you.

Asa Emory

Asa is a highly private man, keeping every aspect of his life separated from each other. I do believe that he would see marriage as a way to throw the cops off his trail. It would be rare for him to actually want marriage after his childhood.

Being married to Asa would be most similar to being married to Jed Olsen from my last post. Cold, lonely, and overall isolating marriage. You either know about his secret and support it (or forced to keep quiet out of fear) or you're comp oblivious over what he does while you're home.

You would most likely either be a house spouse role, being the doting spouse of the mysterious entomologist professor. Or you would have your own career, making the time alone a bit easier to cope with.

I don't see Asa wanting kids for a normal, healthy reason. The pregnancy would be either a complete "accident" (i.e. him forgetting to wear a condom) or more so him getting you pregnant to keep up with his facade or to make sure to keep you around to not speak his secret.

Emotionally, he would be the worst at supporting you but he does make sure you have what you would need throughout your pregnancy and raising his kid. Eventually, Asa would attempt to be there for his kid more in a faternal role, especially if they start having interests in bugs.

Amount of kids he wants: 1, Asa is a "one and done" kind of guy.

Jesse cromeans

Because of what happened to his late wife, it takes a while for Jesse to remarry. Especially with how he isn't able to have a normal facade because of his face. Being in a relationship with you made him realize that you're his second chance with being married.

Its most certainly that you know at least something about his Chromeskull side. Whether it's knowing vague information about it or knowing just about everything about Chromeskull.

Marriage to Jesse can be lonely and scary because of how shit can hit the fan quickly in his line of work. To make up for the time Jesse spends away from you, he definitely makes it up to you once he's home (i.e. buying you expensive things, spending one on one time with you, even sex if you want it)

The pregnancy was completely planned for when both you and him were ready. It takes Jesse a long time to want to have children of his own because of him mourning the loss of his first born. He doesn't want anything like that to happen again.

During your pregnancy, Jesse would be highly alert and making sure both you and the baby is safe by giving you the best of doctors, prenatal care, all the way to making sure you're not over working yourself and eating the foods that's good for pregnancy.

Amount of kids he wants: 1 or 2. He might be alright with having a couple more kids but he would be happy with 2 kids.

Albert Wesker

Marriage with Albert is a thing that he's indifferent about if you're talking about a younger Wesker. Older! Wesker on the other hand wouldn't be concerned about marriage at all, he has better things to worry about than an insignificant thing.

Being a private man, his team would barely know anything about you. They know you're his spouse and what you looked like from the photo on his desk. They also occasionally see you around with a bag of food for him to eat during his lunch break.

Wesker would be the best worst husband ib my opinion. He wouldn't be around often because of how chaotic his career tends to be, so you'll be on your own for the most part and you can't do much given how it's dangerous for you to be out in public (both as a human surviving zombies and as the spouse of Wesker). He often times shows a more tender side to you once it's just you and him at your shared house, you helping him from not working himself to death- more so often, having him go to bed with you to ensure he gets rested. That is when he's most tender.

I don't see him desiring children at first, focusing on his career more than the basic things like starting a family. Wesker would only have a kid or two to benefit him (spreading his "superior" genetics with uroboros or to keep you from potentially leaving him) more so wanting to be a father.

He would still work during your pregnancy but when he's home with you, he tends to be quite protective over you to the point he always has someone with you when he's gone. Wesker would be the best worst father in the way of he will support the dreams of his kids but he also expects them to be perfect or close to it.

Amount of kids he wants: 2 or 3, anything passed that would be too dangerous for him and the kids.

[osirisisv]

FIRST WARNING! ⚠️🎃🔪

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

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

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[lussiane333]

hello friend, love the slasher posts

Ok so we all know that scene in Halloween when the nurse chick (I completely forgot her name) was kissing and biting micheals hand. Could you do that but with his s/o like how would he reacte if it was someone he ......likes?

Hello there!

That scene.. I'm jealous.

(Any version) Michael Myers x Reader NSFW!

(It's me, of course it's NSFW, what else did you expect ;P)

Kiss it better

Michael knew that you liked his hands.

It turns out that besides the brutality, his hands could still give pleasure.

The way you ogled when he grabbed something, when he placed his hand on your thigh and circled his thumb on your skin, so light and soft. Or when he gripped your neck tightly, Michael savoring the sweet sounds you made, as your eyes watched his flexing arm. Your hand placed on top of his that held your neck, feeling his strong grip.. 

The way your eyes were practically heart shaped, when he came home all dirty and bloody, his hand gripping the knife so tightly it made his veins pop out even more.

Michael knows it all.

He also knows that he could easily crush you with them. One hand and you would be gone.. It's not only erotic to him. He feels a strange sensation in his chest when he thinks that you know about the things that he has done with his hands, and you still look at them like it's a holy picture.. He's aroused but touched too.

So now imagine, Michael coming back home with a big bruise forming on his knuckles. It was still red, maybe the victim kicked him or threw something at him, tried anything just to save themselves. 

Tried..

"Let me kiss it better.." You said, giving Michael the most prettiest gaze you could. 

Michael's eyes were on you. It didn't even hurt and he was eyeing you for trying to baby him like that, but he gave you his hand anyway.

You felt heat creep along your neck as you found yourself kissing his palm. Then you began to suck and bite just gently on Michael's fingers.

His eyes widened slightly, all focused on you and the way your mouth moved, your eyes on his as you held his wrist. 

Oh he likes it. A lot.. 

When you softly moaned and bit down harder, applying the perfect pressure with your teeth, he lost it. 

He would put you against the nearest furniture and fuck you hard, pushing his hips forward to sink his cock into you over and over again, his fingers in your mouth, muffling the sounds you made. 

'You like it so much, now take it.' He thinks, as he pushes his fingers down your throat more.

He wouldn't be able to hold back the soft moans that escaped him. Seeing you sucking on his fingers while he's deep inside of you? Yeah, that does something to him.

Michael would definitely give you hints to do it again after this..

Coming home after another bloody night and you would see a big scratch on his hand. (He actually did it himself) He would stare at you, showing you his hand and if you wouldn't get the hint, he would put his thumb on your lower lip, pulling it down gently and lean closer to you just to whisper a soft, almost inaudible: "Kiss it better." 

[phntmeii]

✰ Slashers Thoughts on having kids w/ SO

“What do you mean? You only need me.” You’re already taking care of them like they are your child.

Billy Lenz, Brahms Heelshire, PostMichael!Corey Cunningham, RZ!Michael Myers

Doesn’t think they’d make a good parent and would rather not. Can be convinced otherwise over time.

Billy Loomis, PreMichael!Corey Cunningham, Jason Voorhees, OG!Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Is ready to have 16 children on ask. Blatantly is using this as an excuse to get into your pants.

Bo Sinclair, Freddy Krueger, Jennifer Check, Lester Sinclair, Stu Macher

[crypticbunnygirl]

Teasing the shape 

Michael Myers x female!brat!reader

Prompts: “You’re gonna regret that” “I’m screwed” “I’m not done with you, you brought this upon yourself” 

This is my first time writing smut, I am open to constructive criticism! just please be nice! :) 

Warnings: rough sex, light bondage, light dom and sub, bites, bruising, darcyphilla (michael loves to see you cry from overstim), slight breeding kink if you squint real hard, overstimulation, size kink, degradation, dumbifaction (like a few words), micheal gets soft with aftercare, Michael does talk a little but only a few lines 

Words: 1.3k 

Somehow, some way, you had convinced Micheal to let you ride him. He never liked being underneath you, unless he initiated it.  But now, you were straddling him, his mask on the floor. His rough hands on your hips.   “C’mon mikey, lemme tie your hands...it’ll be great.” You state. He gives you a sharp glare.  “Come on! Please!! I’ll make you and buy you lots of sweet things!” You say, trying to get him to cave in on letting you tie his hands to the bedpost.  “Fine, don’t make me regret it.” He mutters, his voice raw and deep. Your heart flutters at his voice. You grab the red rope, and make a knot. A few moments later you sit back, biting your lip at how Micheal looks. You feel his eyes practically burning your skin. “I’m going!” You voice, you knew what that look meant, he’s getting impatient. Micheal had helped you with getting ready to take him. You let out a sigh; no matter how many times you and Michael have had sex, it still takes you a while to get used to him, with you riding him, you can take your time. It helped that he was already erect, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank onto his cock. You look into his eyes, you know you need to hurry up. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand. You let out another deep breath as you continued to slowly go down on his cock, you could see he was growing impatient when he slammed his hips up, his cock filling you up. You gasped at the sudden fullness. You start to move slowly, bringing your hips back up and down, your hands supporting you. You moved slowly to be a tease. How could you not pass this opportunity to tease him?? You weren’t going to pass this up. So, you start moving, slowly knowing damn well Micheal will make you regret this, but you don’t care. Your right hand goes down to your clit and starts slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Michael~” You utter.  You know he’s about to snap, the way he’s tugging at the rope. Did you purposefully tie them poorly? Maybe. You continue this slow agonizing pace, for him anyway, you were enjoying this. You continue your motions, feeling pressure build in your abdomen. Micheal was glaring at you. He hated this. He wants you to have your hands tied, with him pounding into you like an animal, and you knew this. This was torture for him, watching you please yourself, with your small hands? Please he could do so much better. He knew what you liked, hell loved in bed. How to get you to cry for him. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, the slow sensual pleasure. Suddenly you hear a snap, you open your eyes, the bed post is broken, Micheal has gotten out of the rope. Fuck. You're screwed. You feel his hands on your hips and he slams you down onto his dick. He switches so he’s on top, you're beneath him, where you should be. He grabs your wrists, takes the rope that he broke out of and ties your hands together.  “You're going to regret teasing me.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted, and Micheal knew this. He starts thrusting into you, his hands holding your hips in place to make sure you can’t move away as he slams into you. One of his hands goes to your clit, going in rough circular motions.  “Michael! Don’t stop!” You mutter, like he planned to. He continues his rough pace until you're squeezing him. “I’m c-cumming!” You stutter, coating his cock in your juices. He continues to fuck you, not slowing. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, he starts biting and sucking, making you whimper. God how he loved those sounds. He leaves hickies and bite marks galore, he moves to your chest, sucking on your nipples, knowing it was a more sensitive part of your body. You whine, feeling that pressure build up.  “Mikey, I-I’m g-gonna cum a-again.” You whimper. He nods, you know this is what you get for teasing.  He doesn't slow down, only continues the onslaught on your body. You feel the pressure build, build and then, he gets deep enough, hitting the right spot, sending you over the edge. 

“M-Michael!” You whimper, clenching around him, making him groan. Soon his thrusts get sloppy and he dips into your ear, your name falling from his lips, as he cums. You're panting and you see a sly smirk on his face. Before you get a word out he resumes his harsh thrusts. Michael leans down and whispers, “This is what you get, you're going to cum until I’m satisfied.” This is the most vocal he's ever been, you whine as he continues to slam into you. He smirks as you whimper and whine. 

“Whine for me, slut.” He mutters in your ear, his voice making you clench. He starts a rough pace on your clit making you gasp. You can't find the words to let him know your cumming again.

“Mi-Micha-” You can’t even form a sentence, he chuckles.

“Look at you, my baby is all dumb hm? Did I fuck you dumb?” He asks. All you can do is nod and whimper, his voice making you wetter. 

“Of course I did.” He whispers, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smirk dumbly as he lifts you up by your waists and thrusts into you, hitting that bundle of nerves making you squeal. He continues to hit it. Positioning himself to always hit that bundle of nerves, over and over. You can feel that same feeling building in your gut. Before you could get any words out your coating his cock and he adores watching you come undone underneath him. The way you whimper and your squirming. God, he loved it. He kept thrusting and soon became sloppy, you knew he was getting close. With three thrusts he comes in you, his grip on your hips tightening and holding you in place. Once he finished he pulled out and looked down at you. To him you look like a piece of art, covered in hickies, bite marks, bruises, and his cum leaking out of you. You watch him walk away. You're too exhausted to ask, your brain fuzzy. A few minutes later he comes back with a rag and starts carefully cleaning you. It felt nice, the warm water on your sensitive skin, it was relaxing. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he holds you, a little awkwardly. He wasn’t used to giving affection. But you were very content with his aftercare. He’s a work in progress. Soon you feel sleep take you, falling asleep in Michaels arms. 

[deanscherrypie69]

Thought I’d share with the class

[plasmabull]

Big brain activity rn >:3

Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho

(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)

(Based on this image) (me right now)

[b-00-biez]

"Slashers with an s/o who's distant when she's sad"

Characters: Brahms Heelshire, Jason Vorhees, RZ Michael Myers, Bo Sinclair and Vincent Sinclair

Warning:A little bit of smut in Bo's

Brahms Heelshire:

He doesnt actually know what to do

But he is trying :c

He threw tantrums but nothing would get you out of your room, not even when he almost ALMOST destroyed half of the house

But once he saw that it was that serious he stopped

He made you your favorite sandwich but you locked your door and you are ignoring him.

Don't lock the wall child out :c He just wants to make you feel better

"Y/n please come out..I miss you"

When you're ready to talk he would hug you so tight your sadness would squeeze out of you.

Since you were ignoring him and he missed you you're going to cuddle for hours not that you would complain

When you're early in the relationship he tries to do the things that could cheer you up

Jason Vorhees

Also doesnt know what to do honestly

He could kill the person who made you sad but you wouldn't talk to him

So he asks his late mom for guidance

Flowers, a suit he somehow stole from a camper and something he thinks a girl would like:

Like a condom he mistook for a chocolate and a little handbag

When he's all ready to cheer you up he slides a note under your door knocked

"Y/n please come out, I have a surprise for you that could make you feel better"

You were reluctantly but nonetheless you want to see your boyfriend

And he's so cute🤗💕

The suit barely fits him and theres a bouquet of flowers he found in the woods and

a condom and a handbag

It made you giggle but it made him smile under his mask

RZ Michael Myers

Michael is really bad at cheering people up

He actually thinks you hate him when you're distant like this.

But he tries to win you over again although you dont actually hate him

He would give you a little of his food during dinner, He tries to make cute masks for you and he often checks up on you 🥺

You have to explain to him that you're not mad or hating on him. You were just sad and it was a habit.

Omg dont scare him like that :c you gave him a mini heart attack

When he feels like you're sad about something he persuades you to talk to him

Yeah he's not really going to talk back but he's a good listener

He gives comforting pats and would honestly kill whoever made you sad.

No one makes his baby sad, NU UH 😤

Bo Sinclair

I'm sorry but this man only knows like make up sex

If you're mad at him he'd fuck the hell out of you until you feel like jelly

But this time it was different

You explained to him that you don't want to do anything sexual right now

Acts like he doesn't give a fuck but deep inside he's worried. He is concerned about you.

You would observe that he's more open and more affectionate with you

Not anything sexual no He gives you long hugs and sweet kisses that you have never seen him do on a daily basis

You even get to see a soft smile if that's what you wanted

He would do anything for you that he doesnt do ever

Like cooking

Yeah he's a bad cook but gosh darn it he's trying

He tries to make you laugh. He would do anything to see your bright smile🥺

"That's it darlin, I love your smile"

Vincent Sinclair

He's observant of you

He starts to get worried when you don't visit him in the basement more often than you did

But once he was done with work for the day he knocks on your door

You see a little envelope with some doodles on it

"Hello love, I'm worried about you. Please go down to the basement and tell me all your problems. I won't force you"

After some thinking you went to the basement and god it was the most romantic thing you've ever seen

He hung fairy lights with the help of his brothers and displayed all the artwork inspired by you that he was keeping as a surprise

He welcomed you and held your hand not letting go

He also hung a hammock for you two to cuddle in when you're sad like this again.

He would bake cookies and other sweet treats you like

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hey I was thinking of something really cute and I couldn't get it out of my head 😅 what if slashers ( Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger.) Reaction to child! Reader putting a bandaid on them and kissing it when they get like a scratch or something. My little niece does that to me and I think it's so cute 🥹

AHH MY REQUEST IS SUCH A MESS RN BUT THIS IS TOO CUTE sorry if this was choppy, it's 10 pm rn and I have no energy.

My gm asked me where the bandaids were while I was writing this woah.

Michael 🔪

Michael always got hurt during his killings. Of course he did it was consequnces for his actions it was no biggie.

But one little person didn't think so.

You secretly got a bandaid from the bathroom the night before since you knew when Michael would attack and get hurt.

Your parents were sure that they weren't gonna get hurt this night since they never did. But still didn't allow you to go out.

But that didn't stop you, you waited till it was 12 or 1 am and climbed down from your window (pretend you live in the ground floor if you don't) and worked your tiny legs away to your waiting friend.

You saw your massive friend behind a tree and you ran up to him with the bandaid in your hand and you saw that he had a small cut on his bicep.

And you immediately went to the rescue.

Michael had spotted you as per usual but what he didn't understand was why did you have a bandaid in your hand. Did you get hurt?

His question was soon answered as you took out the seal and gently placed it on his wound. Michael, confused but felt something warm inside him at this interaction.

But made him look like my profile picture was when you placed a small kiss on the bandaid. Omg.

"I hope you get better Michael." baby you said with a cute small and he thought he was having a seizure because his body shook from the wholesomeness and wanted to go pounce on someone so it'd go away.

Every now and then he purposely gets small scratches or wounds, just small enough not to freak you out but big enough to alert you. He loves likes them get better kisses from his illegally adopted kid.

Jason 🪓

Jason in the winter, sometimes gets scratched by carrying big logs of trees and although it was nothing compared to the injuries he gets from victims, you still wanted your dad to be unscathed nonetheless. There wasn't much visitors in the the camp in winter anyway.

He placed the fire wood inside the fireplace but he was careless and small little red lines on his forearm appeared after dropping them near his arm. You were watching him while it happened, he brushed it off and turned to you but saw you nowhere.

After 3 minutes of searching you around the house, with a non pleasant feeling coiling in his stomach, he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

He was about to mutely scold you but you held something in your hands.

He waited for you to reveal what you were holding but you pointed to the chair in the room and he figured you wanted him to sit down. And so he did.

You went over to his side and bought his arm out and carefully placed the bandaid on his lined arm. Jason was a bit shocked but slowly melted as he giggled at the thought of his child caring for him.

And he almost died when you kissed it. He placed his huge arms around you and almost cried thinking about what he did to deserve such an angel baby like you.

He had been so lonely without his momma, he was so lucky to have you by his side. Besides his anger, you were one of the many reasons he still wants to live.

Pamela just adores his baby boy with his grandchild bonding.

"don't be so clumsy next time dad :)"

He was one lucky daddy.

Thomas 🩸 ⛓️

Thomas didn't get love nor cared for, that was for sure. And he thought you wouldn't be any different but he still loved you regardless.

You heard your dad rear his chainsaw as your family had found yet another bodies of food. One victim was persistent and your dad almost cut his leg off! It was unfortunate he couldn't see how on edge you were.

But you made sure today, you were show him how much you cared for him. And so that he should be more careful from now on.

Though he wasn't hunting, but he got burned by accidentally brushing the palm of his hand against the hot pan luda was cooking on.

Now he sat on the couch looking at his now red palm. Seeing this, you rushed to the garage and found a med kit, now looking through the med kit you finally found a bandaid.

Now walking back the living room you saw hoyt yelling at Thomas for whatever reason and went back to his car. Thomas getting ready to get up, was pushed back down by a small, weak, body.

He looked over and saw you, showing him a bandaid and quickly ripping off the seal and placing it cautious on his palm. This was a surprise to Thomas but he didn't budge, scared that he might mess u somehow and make you angry.

He was so happy to have received something so pure and lovely from his little kid. He was smiling so big. And he made sure to always protect and be with you when he realised you had kiss on where the aid was placed.

"be careful papa"

Freddy 💤

Such things as scratches or wounds never bothered Freddy, as he could always just regenerate them back in an instant.

And he was always in the dream world anyways. But his intentions weren't harmful when it was towards you. But didn't really think you would patch him up if he got hurt, if anything you probably think he's a scary high ranked dream demon who is unbeatable.

After messing with some poor people, he had a deep cut on his shoulder and he thought what your reaction would be of you saw it. Would you freak out? Would you cry? Would you scream?

Fun was all about freddy's life so why not test it out. He brought himself into the outside world and found you in your couch.

He surprised you by yelling boo in your face and it worked, now the shocked expression on your face was even wider when you saw the leceration on his shoulder. He was laughing at your face but shut up and looked at you as you ran somewhere.

Well... He had his answer now. How boring though. As he was about to mess with you more, you appeared with a bandaid in your hand as you climbed on the couch and placed it on his shoulder. It was now Freddy's turn to get shocked.

Now he couldn't believe what he saw when you kissed on the yellow thin piece of paper. "I don't like seeing you get hurt."

He was shocked but he couldn't help the smile creeping on his face, out of nothing but pure happiness. Damn you reminded him of his mom... So angelic like.

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

✨💜if requests are open and if you write for him✨💜

✨💜how would rz micheal be with a soft s/o? Like I’m talking generally the easiest going, sweetest person?✨💜

💜💜Thank you~!^^💜💜

RZ Michael Myers with a Soft S/O:

Warnings: mentions of Michael's childhood and mental health, douchebag Loomis being his horrid self.

Gender neutral reader

Given the kind of home life that Michael had growing up, he's not really used to someone being sweet and kind. Especially towards him.

The only person in his life that actually loved him was his mother. His older sister thought he was annoying and isn't the nicest person towards Michael and his stepfather was simply a dickhead. 

Because Dr. Loomis has been neglectful in regards to Michael's mental health-basically calling him evil and monster, Michael feels suspicious when you're friendly with him. 

With your bubbly personality and how approachable you are towards Michael, he sees you as an angel and is often surprised by how sweet you are towards him.

The two of you either met before he got sent away from Smith's grove or met in Smith's grove as a patient/ nurse. It honestly depends on your personal preference. 

I know this is going to sound weird but sometimes Michael thinks that you aren't real.

He thinks that no one is naturally as nice as you are. Its nothing bad about you, it's just rare that someone like you would be in a relationship with a "monster" like him.

Seeing how easy going you are, Michael likes how you're always there for him and don't try to make him stop being himself.

To an extent, Michael even slows down on his killings and tries to keep the blood off the floor and furniture. There's times that Michael just forgets after using so much adrenaline.

[osirisisv]

Since I saw the post of officer myers from @/enigma-system, i fall in love with the concept! ✨ and i wanted to make a version with tommy like a firefighter!

I wanted to make them interact, they look so cute 🥰

[vampyrgoff]

First kiss W/ Rz!Michael Myers HC's

Rz!Michael Myers x fem!reader

contains—fluff, a lil suggestive?, maybe ooc Michael but i hope either way its enjoyable to read

requests— open! send requests besties &lt;3

vampyr's note— idk I was bored? I got a lot of encouragement and lots of love from people on my first kiss hc's with the Sinclairs and I'm honestly so happy! cause I had a lot of fun writing for them🥺 also thanks for 100 followers! <3 NOT PROOFREAD!

word count— 891 words 4.7k characters

gif isn't mine! link to my other first kiss hc's &lt;3

reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated<3

I won't lie, your first kiss with michael wasn't for awhile.

I like to think that your first encounter with him was him breaking into your house because he needed a place to hide.

Things lead to other things and you were taking care of this big man and basically showing him how to love and how to accept it.

He's basically mute, and only uses his voice whenever he absolutely needs to.

Your first kiss with him was basically an action you'd do to show your gratitiude

He'd make you your own paper mache mask, your heart swelling, and you felt yourself swooning for him.

Although his facial expression could be deemed as emotionless, his eyes spoke the truth. They gleamed with such pride, only you'd be able to really tell though.

You couldn't help but take the mask from his large but delicate hands and smile ear to ear.

As you examined the mask, Michael observedyour facial expressions, your flushed face and the way your eyes twinkled in the dim dining room light.

Michael loved observing you. It truly was his favorite passtime. If he wasn't making masks in your house, all he would do was follow you around like some lost ginormous puppy.

You kissed his cheek out of happiness.

Although his facial expression didn't budge, his body surely reacted to you as always.

His face flushed but you knew if you were to even bring it up or tease him about it, it would loop you in for one hell of a night.

You put your hand on his broad shoulder and he looks up at you with expectant eyes.

"Michael, can I kiss you?"

Such a simple question made the blond in front of you flush a more prominent pink.

You truly wouldn't know but Michael always wanted to kiss you, ever since you guys established the relationship. But what constantly held him back was the lack of experience. He was sure you had other lovers, and that said lovers were at least experienced in some way shape or form, but Michael never wanted to steal a kiss from you and you think anything negative about it.

Michael's response was to pat your butt, his way of telling you to sit on his lap as he scoots the dining chair away from the table trying to give you room to sit comfortably on him.

As you straddle him, your hands met with his broad chest, his head peering down at you a bit, blond locks over his face.

With a free hand, you reach up to his face and pull some strands away from his face and tuck it behind his ear, earning a small twitch at the corner of his mouth. He wanted to smile a bit but obviously stopped himself from doing so.

"Well can I?" you ask again.

Silence fills the room again and you see his gaze look down to his hands and he takes your hand into his, his hand swallowing yours in comparison as silent consent.

As you lean into him, your chests finally connecting and your hearts beating as one, you place a small gentle kiss to Michael's pretty pink lips.

To your surprise, he reciporates. His free hand flying to your waist. He quickly turns the light kiss into a heavy one, his lips hungry for more, but you pull away from him and rest your hand at his jaw, thumb caressing his slight stubble.

"M...More." His voice was husky and strained, it was obvious he was holding himself back to truly take what he wanted, something that he was used to doing in other aspects of his life.

Your heart was beating pretty fast at the sudden use of his voice. You knew that whatever happened to compel him to use his voice in this moment was a good sign that he liked this kiss, loved it even.

His eyes were so pretty, they told an entire story that only you could read. His eyes were dilated. The blue of his eyes now a smaller ring as his pupil became a bigger one.

He must have been feeling a lot of things in the moment. All thoughts about his behavior and such went away when he leaned into you again, not pressing his lips onto yours, but resting his forehead onto yours, he was breathing heavily, almost panting.

You revelled in the fact that only you can make Michael feel this way.

Only you can make hims so eager and needy for a bit of touching and a bit of kissing

You wrapped your arms around his neck and his large hands meet at your waist, he has the expectant look in his eyes, waiting for you to continue the kiss.

In moments like these, you felt like a mentor teaching the mentee. It was like you held authority over this big, burly, hunk of a man.

You had the control. You controlled the pace of everything and it was amazing. Of course Michael never saw it this way, if he did, things would go a lot different and a lot more chaotically.

The look in his eyes were so hopeful, his dead expression, looking less dead with the way his cheeks were dusted pink.

All I can say is... this man is wrapped around your finger.

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RZ Michael Myers x patient reader

reader is at Smith's Grove Warren County Sanitarium Michael is at and she is pushed around by the nurses and crys when yelled at.

Tw : abuse, abuse mentioned ( or implied) , Michael blames himself for leaving boo and thinks she is being hurt ( he wasn't told about his mom or boo ) , murder ( it is deserved) , swearing,

yes Michael sees us as a boo

I'm so sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors 💗

you had only been at Smith's Groves for 5 months and you had yet to make any friends.

you understood that it was a mental hospital and the chance of making friends were slim to none but you wanted to try anyway, your first two attempts went badly and ended with you getting a big black bruise on your right arm and lower cheek.

when you had confronted the nurses to ask for help with your bruises you were told to ' get over it ' and ' you should be thankful they didn't't kill you ' and never got any ointments, you had to learn that the nurses weren't going to be much help in those situations so you choose to keep to yourself to avoid getting hurt.

as much as you hatted being alone with only your therapist to talk to it was better than getting hurt, you hadn't know this before you were forced into smiths Grove but there were many criminals also seeking treatment here; you wish you were made aware of this factor, considering it would have changed your argument on why you shouldn't go to a mental institution.

but here you were sitting at your small desk drawing small useless drawing of cats and mice that your therapist would stupidly try and find a deeper meaning to.

as you began to draw your firth cat your door was aggressively opened and made a loud noise, scaring you and made you mess up.

you took a deep breath and looked at your now destroyed drawing, you hatted not being able to finish your drawings but you hatted getting yelled at for being late to breakfast more.

you slowly sat up knowing who was opening the door without even having to look , it was one of the nurses that was in charge of you.

you turned around and walked towards an strange face , one you hadn't met before.

you just have stoped walking towards him because the next thing you knew he was yelling.

" Jesus Christ, can you go any slower !" the man screamed as you quickly walked towards you and grabbed your arm and yanked you towards the door.

you weren't sure what was happening.

as soon as he yelled tears filled your eyes and you tried not to allow more tears to replace the ones already falling.

you my not be able to see well but you could feel the arm that grabbed you and yanked you out of your room.

you knew it was best not to resist, so you silently follow the man who still hasn't let you go.

he didn't let you go until you were sitting in your normal place at the small breakfast table.

" now just sit the fuck down and stop crying for god sakes, I didn't even do anything" he whisper yelled right next to your face.

than he was gone, he walked away leaving you crying at breakfast.

not long after that food was put in front of you, you had no appetite so you didn't move.

your head between your raised shoulders and your eyes stuck as a spot on the ground.

you managed to stop crying a little after breakfast was out on the table but your appetite remanded the same. so you didn't even bother picking up your stupid plastic cutlery.

if you were being honest you were fine with just staring at the spot on the floor forever if you were allowed to , but like most things you got comfort in it was taken away.

" why aren't you eating?" a female nurse asked you .

you knew this nurse, she was nice enough but still carried a attitude.

you lifted you head to meet her eyes and gave a small shrug not wanting to speak.

she rolled her eyes and took away the food.

you kept your head up now looking at everyone else talking to there friends or sitting quietly by myself, you eyes accidentally locked with a tall man sitting at a separate table with gards all around him.

he was wearing a blueish long cardigan and a white uniform like the rest of the patients.

looking at the tall man you suddenly become very aware of the fact you went wearing a bra and felt very exposed.

you returned to normal, your head below your shoulders and your eyes focused on a spot on the ground.

you're not sure how long breakfast went on for, but you do know that the male nurse was once again grabbing your arm and trying to pull you somewhere.

" are you my new nurse?" you quietly question, hoping he would say something along the lines of 'no' but lady luck wasn't on your side today.

" fucking hell! speak up bitch" he yelled and pushes you away from him, it didn't hurt but you started tearing up.

you quickly looked around trying to see if there were any nurses around to help you but there was only 3 gards around the big man.

you were quick to realize no one was going to help you .

though, that wasn't how Michael Myers saw this situation at all.

although Michael doesn't get angry often this made his blood boil .

he wasn't sure but in his eyes you were a exact same as little boo.

and he could just sit down and let someone that reminded him of boo get hurt again.

but for now he will just stay put, he's watching as you slowly get up and whisper a small ' sorry '.

" god sakes, if I knew any better I'd say you're scared of me ? you scared slut ?" the man says in a sarcastic voice.

you stay still

𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵.

Michael stands picking up one of his gards and throws him across the room.

'𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘰'

the other gards try and reach to there batons but don't get a chance before there also killed.

Michael slams one of there heads into a wall until he hears a cracking noice, he's not sure if it's the concrete or his skull;

and he doesn't care.

the other gard is thrown on to the ground were the man with a caved skull lays, there's another crack.

Michael looks up to you only to find you're looking into his eyes.

you tillt your head slightly.

the male nurse is trying to call for help on his wally talky which he keeps dropping; he's shaking so much he can't think anything in his hands.

as soon as Michael begins walking towards the two of you the nurse pushes you into Michal and runs of.

𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦'

but Michael don't want you dead , no.

he catches you and carefuly moves your body onto chair.

Michael once again starts walking towards the stupid man.

the nurse was trying to open the door but he was blissfully unaware that it was locked.

all the doors were locked why Michael would get angry to attempt to lessen the number of dead.

the nurse was screaming and bashing on the door, not that it would do anything.

Michael grabbed the nurses arm and pulled him back dislocating his shoulder with a creck.

the nurse now on the floor tried to crawl away from the significantly larger man who had no intention of stopping.

Michael gave him no time to get away before he picked the nurse by his head and smashed it back into the hard concrete floor and repeated the motion.

all you could do was sit in horror as the sound of the cracks filled the room, the blood pooling at the nurses now caved in head only grew bigger and bigger.

you weren't sure when he died but you understood he stopped screaming at the second blow.

the screams re looped though your head , the only thing you could remember was the screams: they were ear piercing.

Michael picked up the un- recognizable head and pushed it down one more time before standing up.

Michael whipped his blood stained hands and walked towards you, you were not scared; not that you felt safe , but you were so drained you couldn't help not feeling anything at all.

he sat down next to your trembling body and put a significantly larger hand on your shoulder.

the guards came into the room ten minutes later, you and Michael hadn't moved an inch.

@slzshers