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Masterlist
Last update: 12/27/21
Characters:
Michael Myers - Masterlist
Genshin - Masterlist
Rules:
Do not request incest, or pedophilia.
Do not request feet or piss kinks.
Otherwise anything is fine!

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A White Dove in the Midst of Crows
Prince!Dazai/Fem!Reader
NSFW/Smut
Mention of suicide, death, and violence.
Brief alcohol usage.
Brief Derealization.
Word count: 14.8k
You were young. Far too young to be in the situation you were currently in, dazed and covered in a warm coat of crimson. You could barely make out the crunch of footsteps in the snow approaching you. Your eyes were wide open yet you couldn’t see. You couldn’t bring yourself to fight against the arms that had picked you up, the cold air nipping at your ears. You were still, limp in this stranger's arms. A part of you however, felt safe. No ill intention was felt behind this stranger's touch.
i totally haven’t posted in two years 🤓 but i have things coming. no more michael i apologize 🫡 will be changing my name n shit ITS TIME TO MOVE ON
HAHA FINALLY POSTED SOMETHING WOOOOOO IM REALLY NERVOUS ABOUT IT BECAUSE ITS A NEW COMMUNITY IM OK IM FINE oh god
hellooooo i am new to the genshin community i hope you enjoy my work! i look forward to writing more genshin fics in the future !
i rewrote this shit like a million times i put way too much time into this even tho it’s short— i’m so nervous to post this shit bro anyways
the ending is open to interpretation, if anyone who sees this wants a continuation i might just make a part two idkkk……
Alatus
No warnings provided, proceed with caution
Just nice fluff with the pretty boy
“Alatus?”
“Yes my love?”
“I love you.”

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writing is so hard i’ve rewritten this same story differently like thirty times cuz it’s not good enough im getting so annoyed
warning to all of my myers fandom followers i will be posting content that is not myers. feel free to unfollow, etc. i will be posting genshin x readers (going to at least try to writers block is eating my ass.)
i have recently become very unmotivated to write on michael, so i am planning to branch off my account into other fandoms. i have no plans to write for michael again unless i somehow find it in me to do so. thank you guys for being with me along the way! i have wrote A LOT for michael. i’ve grown out of it, and now i wanna move on into other things <3
Hi! Could you do one where Michael has a teen GenZ daughter or son? Where he or she just does random tiktoks on Michael and he’s just there all confused. 😭 I think it would be so funny lol
I love your blog btw. You write Michael so well !! <3
bro… this is so fucking funny
Tiktok
Is literally constantly shoving a phone in Michael’s face recording
Pisses Michael the fuck off he hates his face being shown
Isn’t allowed to post the videos of his face, only the ones where he’s in his mask
Michael doesn’t understand half of what they do
Why is there dubstep music blasting and why are they putting their phone literally all around his face in sync with the music
Doesn’t act or do anything special for the tiktok he just sits or stands there staring
It’s whatever makes his child happy
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#5
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653 notes • Posted 2021-11-05 19:53:14 GMT
#4
Michael with a Pregnant S/O
Some parts include NSFW
NO TRIGGER WARNINGS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK
It was February 7th, a Sunday. It was early in the morning, the curtains swaying in the wind, sun rays beaming throughout the room. Michael had opened the windows to let the cool, fresh air in. He wanted you to wake up peacefully. Michael was acting different than most days. He felt affectionate, and horny.
He walked over to the edge of the bed, lifting up the covers and burying himself underneath them. The sunlight bled through the sheets, allowing him to see what he was doing. Your gorgeous legs were sprawled out in front of him, spread open and ready for him to do whatever he wanted. He almost smiled at how lucky he was for this to happen. Michael leisurely pulled down your underwear, cautious of waking you. You were quickly greeted by his tongue slowly moving up your folds. His lips wrapping around your clit to suck on it.
You woke up suddenly, not being able to sleep through what he was doing to you so easily. You yanked up the covers, a sleepy smile on your face. He smiled back up at you as he attacked your vulva. His large hands engulfed your thighs, squeezing and massaging them. He pulled them up over his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of his face being compressed by them.
You ran your fingers through his long, curly hair, tugging on it every once and a while when he made you jerk up with pleasure. He quickly got tired of your body reacting, and held your hips down to stop you. However, this made it way worse. Your hands left his head, grabbing the sheets rather aggressively as your back arched up. A loud moan left your lips, your head flopping back into the soft pillows. “Mi—“ You were quickly cut off when his fingers slid inside of you, fingering you at a fast pace. A gasp escaped you, your eyes rolling back into your head. He made you cum easily with his masterful tongue.
He now loomed over you, shirtless with his favorite grey sweatpants on. It was hard not to notice how erect he was through his joggers. You giggled, smiling up at him. His eyes bore through you, examining every little detail of your body. God, he loved how your breasts sat in that see through shirt. “What’s up with you today, Mike? You’re awfully affectionate.” You ran your hands down his biceps. He didn’t respond, burying himself into your neck, letting out a breathy moan. This made you go insane. You’ve never heard anything like it. It was like heaven.
His hips pushed themselves into yours, his dick pressing against your thigh. He grinded against you, soft lengths of air leaving his mouth. You blushed, this was out of the ordinary. The Michael Myers was losing himself against you, moaning in your ear. Your hand found it’s way into his hair again, brushing through it.
His lips united themselves around the skin on your neck, leaving hickies just about everywhere. He trailed up to your lips with kisses, locking your lips with his. A hum rumbled through you, as your other hand was brought up to cup the side of his face. Your lips moved against his perfectly, his tongue slipping inside of your mouth to perform.
His hands began to move your breasts, squeezing them every so often. His finger tips pinched your nipples gently, his thumbs rubbing them in circles. He pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. His eyes burned through yours. Gorgeous blue orbs, dulled with the fury buried deep inside of him at this moment. He was determined to make you feel it.
Needless to say, he destroyed your guts rocked your world.
Some time had passed, and you missed your period. Did this come as a shock to you? No. You were prepared, and knew it was coming. Some part of you didn’t believe it would happen, but god were you grateful it did. You’ve wanted a baby for years. You knew you were happy, but would Michael be?
When you told him that you were pregnant he had no idea how to react. He seemed distraught. He awkwardly gave you a thumbs up, with a small smile. Not what you wanted, but it’s Michael.
First came the morning sickness. You would wake Michael up early in the morning all the time, ripping away from his arms to run to the toilet. He never bothered to go and lift your hair for you. But alas, it’s Michael.
Your heightened hormones were driving him insane. He felt like he had no personal space. Ever. You were always wanting to be held. At first he didn’t mind this but as time went on you couldn’t find yourself away from his body. This led him to stay out longer at night on his sprees to have a little alone time. Every time he came home you would be crying, wanting to be held again. He couldn’t just leave you to cry there, so he apologizes by squeezing you extra tight, and caressing your hair. Maybe even a little ass squeeze to make you giggle.
Michael was sent out almost every night by you to get your craving food. He didn’t understand how one little human could want so much of one thing, but he wasn’t going to question the blueberry sized woman.
When you began to feel the baby kick you would always scream for Michael to come and feel. You always got so excited. He would always come running, thinking you got hurt. Relieved when you aren’t, he’ll walk over to you and hesitantly touch your belly. He was always scared of hurting you now that you’re bearing his child. He’s always so gentle and slow with you, making sure nothing happens.
Now, we all now this man cannot go long without wrecking your insides. When he found out you were pregnant he had no clue as to how he would manage. He thought he wasn’t going to be able to fuck you. He went days concealing that side of him from you. Until one day you were both laying in bed, and you just started to kiss his neck. He was beyond confused. What are you doing? You can’t do that. He was quickly proved wrong when you were straddling his hips, dick buried deep inside of you. So many questions ran through his mind. Wasn’t his dick hurting the baby? There’s no way it wasn’t. How does he position you? Is he allowed to be rough? Most of his questions were answered when you would guide him through it.
Your stomach was the size of a basketball. You were huge. You would wear small dresses everyday, as it was easier for you to wear. You found it difficult to put pants on. This was the best thing for Michael. You were beautiful with your glowing skin, and bright smile. He couldn’t help but stare at you all day. Especially when you struggled to bend down. He always got the best view of your ass. Your dresses also made it incredibly easy for him to take you in any spot. He’s taken you at the sink, on the counter, in front of the mirror, outside while you were gardening, and even against the washing machine.
When your water broke he was beyond horrified. No one ever told him that happened. He thought the baby liquified. You screamed at him to bring you the phone so you could call an ambulance. Of course he couldn’t come to the hospital with you, so you had to go through this alone. It was also Halloween… The one time of year Michael can really roam.
It was a few days before you got to come back home. The birth ended up taking a lot longer, and a lot more trouble than expected. Michael was worried sick. He thought that he had lost you. When you got home with the baby in hand, he engulfed you in the biggest hug he could possibly give you. You groaned, “Oh! Michael you’re squeezing the baby!” You gasp. He quickly pulled away, now worried that he hurt it. “It’s a girl.” You smiled, showing him his child, “(baby’s name), born on October 31st…” He stared down at his child, this adorable little thing came from the both of you? Wow. Now he just wants to give you another.
670 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 18:44:46 GMT
#3
How mute is Michael?
Some parts are NSFW
NO TRIGGER WARNINGS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK
Doesn’t speak once so ever, never has.
Communicates through body language.
Will tilt his head if he’s curious or confused.
Nods his head for yes, and shakes it for no.
He has a silent laugh, which is basically just air leaving his mouth instead of sounds.
The only times he makes noises is during sex, or when he gets hurt. He will let out deep groans, or grunts.
When you tell him you love him, he’ll say it back by kissing you or intertwining your fingers with his, and squeezing them.
Can’t find something? He’ll just go find it for you before you ask.
You’ve made him a small book full of pictures of restaurants so he can point to what he wants to eat.
Will let you know he’s horny by simply taking you right in the spot you’re in.
When he’s not wearing his mask, his eyes say it all. He can’t express emotion well, but you’ve learned to read his eyes.
When he’s mad, his eyebrows lay low.
When he’s happy, or calm, his eyebrows are raised, and his eyes are big and gleaming.
When he’s sad his eyes get clouded over, and dark.
Horny? He’ll simply stare into your soul and tear your clothes off with just his eyes.
When he’s annoyed he gives a lot of side eyes, or he’ll roll them.
When he’s frustrated his eyebrows furrow.
When he zones out his eyes kinda go different ways, and stare off into space. Never tell him that.
761 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 06:16:05 GMT
#2
can we talk about how this is what michael looked like under the mask in halloween 1978
1158 notes • Posted 2021-10-31 16:14:06 GMT
#1
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Hello,
Your writing is so good!
I know you just got a peepaw request, but your characterization of him was exceptional and pushed me to ask this.
Peepaw taking AFAB S/O's virginity?
If you're not okay with this it's totally fine.
Thank you,
-Anon
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┊ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒) ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬 ( 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰) 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
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┊ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐰 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭’𝐬 𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐲! 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐮𝐧 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 & 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬! 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤! ❤️
Could we get a headcannon of Michael Myers with a fem s/o that used to be his Therapist at Smith’s Grove?? Like maybe it was Loomis’ assistant and she would have some one-on-one time with Mikey 😳 (either SFW or NSFW is good, Tysm if u decide to make it!!)
enjoy this little fic
Therapist
Sexual content
You lived with your parents. Ever since you got laid off of your job at Smith’s Grove you haven’t found yourself being able to leave the house. Your parents were too nice to kick you out, so they just watched you fall deeper and deeper into your depression. They had no clue what was wrong with you. They assumed something happened at your job that made you like this, and they were right. You lost the one thing that kept you going everyday. Michael.
Sun
Based off of “What’s eating Gilbert Grape?”
I could’ve done more with this… But whatever, enjoy whatever this is.
“What bothers you Michael?” So smooth… So calming. Your voice echoed like a beautiful harmony in his head. He could imagine running through the fields of the farm with you, laughing as your arms tugged at each other running. Stopping himself to turn and stare into your bright glowing eyes, sparkling in the light. Your skin was golden from the rays beaming down on you, your smile brighter than the sun. The wind blew through your hair, flowing away from your face.
Michael pulled you by your arm, bringing you close to his chest, holding your hands in his. He stared down at you with his deep ocean blue, and pearlescent scarred eyes. Michael only hoped you could feel the warmth from his heart in this moment, how you made him feel. His fingers laced themselves through your hair, running through the chilly strings. Your smile was like a slap in the face. You were the most beautiful thing he has ever seen. Ethereal in your surroundings.
You think It’s humiliating that JJC knows ya’ll are fucking thirsty??? Wait till Jamie Lee Curtis finds out about this shit and sends all of us to horny jail
i had a dream i started writing for ghostface and i woke up thinking it was real… the absolute horror.

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Haunted
*part 2*
-part 1-
i had a bit of fun writing this, i really hope you guys like it :). pls read this on my archive if you’d like to see the finalised/edited version of this chapter (that includes the italics!! :o). as you guys know, my archive account is luffys. i hope you enjoy!! *let me know if there are errors or it copied weird*
-Michael Myers x Reader-
-smut/nsfw-
Two years ago.
Two years of facing absolute agony, guilt, shame, and want with every waking moment.
Not only that, but it was real- that man, Michael Myers. Thanks to the television switching to the news, telling you all the horrific things he had done. To this day, you feel an empty pit in your stomach, yearning for something, someone, to fill it. You didn't want it to be him.
It didn't feel real, though. It felt as you had a poltergeist, a disturbance that wouldn't stop following after you. If it wasn't the man himself, you'd be constantly reminded of him, again, thanks to the television and small townspeople.
You didn't blame them- if you were normal, you'd probably join in on the gossip, talking about how horrible his acts of crime were; and not checking the calendars eager for that date to show up again.
Whenever it had neared autumn, the television would often ramble on and on about Michael Myers, but worse, his victims. How many were due to your kitchen knife? How many were due to him resting up at your home? You opted to watch colourful cartoons to ease your racked brain instead.
Your semblance melted as your pure attention was on the television, the animation feeding your feeble and broken mind. You giggled when you saw the main character get crushed by a random boulder- only to get up again instantaneously. Things like these made you somewhat forget.
Somewhat.
Switching to a rather risqué perfume ad, your stature stiffened, watching the perfect man and woman on the screen get closer, and closer, until their bodies meshed together into a tangled mess. The man ran his long and skinny fingers up the woman's body, catching on her skimpy bikini. Perfect pearly white smiles on the tanned pair as they somehow got closer to one another. Then (forgetting it was an ad), it suddenly cut to the fragrance box, which was insanely overpriced.
You pictured him touching you like that, delicate and frail touches, arching into him and whispering his name with pure want. You felt a familiar wetness in between your legs that you've been unable to sate.
You tried to will away the uncomfortable sensation leaking from you, but you couldn't. Not feeling like another inefficacious attempt with the vibrator (that was probably dead anyway).
You thought of having a couple of flings with random men to take your mind elsewhere. However, whenever you had gotten too close to sex, you would suddenly call it off, pulling your clothes on and ditching the situation hurriedly.
Not knowing why, you felt a sense of infidelity while in lip lock with another man. It felt gross, not being able to pursue a normal relationship, saving yourself for a man who kills. You briefly wondered if he had done the same for you.
Feeling a wave of exhaustion ripple over you, rising from the couch with a quick stretch, you turned the television off and went to your bedroom. Another boring day of home and work done, you couldn't wait to do the same thing tomorrow!
•
The day came and went, grabbing your bag and ready to leave work. You had a ghost of a smile on your face, it was nearing Halloween. Just a small whisper of the holiday made you drunk full of giddiness, shoving all other feelings down.
Finding your keys in the abyss you called a purse, you clocked out and began your chilled walk to your car. Before you could get out of the automatic doors, however, you felt a light tug on your wrist.
Slightly surprised, you turned to view a coworker. You really didn't talk to him much, you remembered buying him a snack from the vending machine, feeling pity he had nothing to eat.
"Hey! We're going to go have some fun on Halloween, and I wondered if you," He paused, chewing on the inside of his cheek, "if you wanted, you could come with us? I'll text you the name of the place." You stood, feet aching in the stilettos you donned, you tried to ignore the throbbing feeling.
You froze, stuck contemplating his offering. While it sounded somewhat fun to get totally shit-faced, part of you didn't want to go anywhere. Especially on Halloween...
"Sure," You mumbled, faking a cutesy smile and walking away. You heard him yell a hushed 'yes!', sighing while you fumbled with the keys to your car.
You still had the absolute shit-box that was your beloved car. While it was responsible for you not being able to get away that night (not wanting to blame yourself, obviously), you didn't have enough cash to get a new one, opting to get it fixed, instead. It ran like a dream (nightmare), and you only had a few instances where it would stall for a moment.
Checking your phone, you noticed the small text below the time. It had been exactly two years since he'd come visit you. Two years ago, on this very date. You would've thought that seeing the day, the few days before Halloween, would've made you shake and vomit, and cry.
But it didn't.
•
Turning the key to your house, your demeanour becoming soured once you realised that your door, was indeed, still locked. Maybe it'd be a good thing to go to that party, after all. You didn't like the fact that your mind was becoming hardwired towards him, but the constant reminders didn't help much in preventing those thoughts run rampant, either.
Same house, same car, same life.
Hand hovering over the lock, you decided to leave it upturned, an invitation to him, and you couldn't help but yearn for him to show.
Feeling only slightly disgusted with your choice to leave your doors unlocked, you kicked your shoes off, throwing your purse onto the couch. You plucked your keys from your pocket, carefully placing them into a small drawer. You were still unorganised, but you had your priorities.
Lazily walking up the stairs and into your bedroom, you changed into some old pyjamas, pulling your dress-pants lower, halting when you saw the scar that he made on your thigh. Your fingers gently traced it, long, somewhat jagged, it healed nicely. Leaving an extended and discoloured mark on your smooth skin.
His mark. Was that it? That night, he had made too many marks on you, the most impressionable one being your insides. He marked you so deep, you could never see, nor remove it, ever. Lifting your shirt slightly to check your abdomen, you smoothed over the paper thin scar he left there, too. Had he wanted to claim you and mark you as his?
Or maybe he just wanted to kill you.
You groaned as you dove headfirst into your plush bed, laying on your stomach while scrolling through social media. Your friends posted some photos of them smiling, wearing Halloween costumes. The caption was all too sweet, making you migrate off the app, and switching to a match-three game.
Your eye twitched in response to the blinding colours displayed in front of you, reaching a ridiculously high level in just a few hours. You had no idea how time passed so quickly while on that 'game', but you felt exhausted.
Turning to your side and throwing the comforter over your tired body, you were about to drift off to bed- hearing a loud chime come from your phone instead. You grabbed the device, turning it on silent so you could sleep unperturbed. But, your eyes caught on a small notification, a message. You weren't expecting anyone to message you, maybe it was your friend?
God, it was your coworker.
You were still scrutinising over the choice on whether to go or not, but, thinking about how you spent the last Halloween, holed up and refusing to go anywhere, you ultimately decided that you would go. Even if you really did not want to.
The text read an address, a bar, or was it a club? You were too tired to decipher the difference. It also read a time, with a small 'see you there!' attached to the end of the text.
Now, you had to go.
•
A few days went by quickly, you encountered your coworker (whose name you could not, for the life of you, remember) a few times, he went on and on about how happy he was that you were going to come with him and his group of friends. You responded politely, too afraid to tell him you really didn't want to go.
You had even seen him at the end of your shift, how cruel it was to work on Halloween day.
"Excited for tonight? I sure am, this is the only thing Halloween is good for! Getting drunk, loose, ya know? I am so-" You tuned him out, nodding robotically to whatever he had said. Looking lower to his oddly small hands (or maybe everyone else's hands looked small compared to his), you noticed a ring, an absurdly shiny band laying on his ring finger. He was married..? So, why was he inviting you?
Pity.
Just then, you realised it had been pity. He had felt bad for you, going to work, then home, then the entire thing all over again. You had a group of friends to talk to here, but all you did was listen to them gossip and ramble, never really pitching in with anything yourself.
Maybe they were the ones who put him up to this, they knew you'd probably decline if the invitation came from them.
"Yeah, I'll see you later, okay?" You interrupted him, his mouth hanging open slightly, like he was going to continue on and on about whatever it was he said for eternity.
If your friends wanted you to go out, oh, you'd go, alright. You decided then and there, that you were going to pick the most obscene outfit that night. You wanted to turn heads, you wanted absolutely nobody to recognise you, you wanted to forget who you were.
But, just for tonight, it is Halloween, after all.
•
Looking in your mirror, you took a loose strand of hair and curled it behind your ear. Maybe this was too obscene... The slutty nun outfit was far too outdone, but you figured it was the cheapest thing at the store, and you didn't want to break the bank for Halloween.
You smoothed over the headdress, tugging at the fishnet stockings that covered most of your thighs, squishing what it didn't cover.
Too lazy to put a full face of makeup on, you decided that your outfit would capture most of the attention, rather than your face. You were fine with that, since you had purple rings running around your eyes that took too much concealer to cover.
Grabbing your coat and keys, you left with your small handbag. Shutting the door behind you, pausing with the key in the lock, this time, you turned the key, hearing the normal 'click' of the door.
The gray skies turned into the blackest of black, small bright specks of stars decorating the night. The moon lay absolutely still, igniting the darkness it was surrounded in. You never really took the chance to look at the sky, oblivious to its true and ultimate beauty.
Opening your car door and sitting in the drivers seat, you drummed your fingers over the steering wheel, staring at your front door. A small part of you wished he'd be there, waiting for you at home.
Driving to the location your coworker sent you, your hand hovered over the radio, deciding against it. Sometimes silence was a true blessing.
The roads were surprisingly empty, and you couldn't help but blame the curse of a man who ended many. You felt sick to your stomach, your mind and body constantly flip-flopping towards lust, or any true feelings. It was so fucking confusing, you really needed to address that what happened that night was seriously fucked up. Nothing he had done was normal, but you couldn't help but long for him.
Lost to your musing, you pulled into the packed parking lot and struggled with finding a free space. To your chagrin, the spot you snagged was pretty far away from the club. You shouldn't have worn heels.
Burrowing into the soft and worn material of your coat, you walked towards the entrance, bright lights seeping from the dark tinted windows. The cold air stung the open skin you showed, it's claws sinking into whatever it could touch.
Pushing past the door and into the sea of people, you audibly sighed, the warm air relaxing your tense nerves. You shed your coat, tucking it under your arm, going off to find your friends.
Being snug against every person in the inadequately spaced room was pretty unpleasant, bumping against too many to count. A particularly hard shove brought your arm extending, catching your fall, but grabbing onto someone's garment. Apologising profusely, you looked up at the man you grabbed.
Ice filled your veins, you swore your heart stopped.
It couldn't be real, he couldn't be here, could he?
Your mouth hung open as your legs bowed, you would've stumbled if it wasn't for the wall of people holding you up.
"Oh shit, you okay?"
Who-? You looked up at the man, same ghastly mask, same coveralls.
But it wasn't him.
It wasn't him, dear God, what the hell is wrong with you..? It was Halloween, of course people would dress up as Myers. Why wouldn't they?
"I'm fine, sorry. I should've watched where I was going." You sighed, securing your coat under your arm better.
He looked at you for a while longer than he should've, making you feel slightly uneasy.
Mumbling another apology, you snaked your way through the infinite chasm of people, trying to get to the bartender. You weren't ever doing this shit again, especially on a holiday night.
Grinning as you saw one open stool, you slid into the spot quickly, seeing a bothered expression on another woman who wanted your spot. You had an urge to stick your tongue out at her like a five year old.
The bartender asked what you'd like, you were about to ask for a plain margarita, but you remembered that you'd be driving home. Grumbling in annoyance, you asked for a water.
Coughing up some money for a small plastic cup full of water, which was made majority of ice, you sipped from the cup gradually, the cool feeling numbing your throat.
Scrolling through your phone, face full of boredom, you were about to leave until you felt a hand on your shoulder, clad in black and white finger bones. A skeleton, how cute.
Viewing your friends behind your slouched figure, your spine straightened as you smiled sheepishly. You greeted them all, complementing their costumes. You quickly became embarrassed noticing you were the one showing the most skin.
"Well, hello sister." A man seemingly appeared next to you, interrupting your conversation with your friends. You rose a brow, about to tell him off. But, the looks on your friends faces screamed 'do it!'. You wanted to go home.
"Hello..." You nervously mumbled, the man getting too close to you. You stood, full intent on moving closer to your group of friends, miniskirt riding too far up, showing the bottom of your ass. Not realising you were giving this guy a full view, his arm stretched around you, pulling you to him. You grimaced, not hiding how discombobulated you were at how quick the situation escalated.
He pulled you closer to him, his demeanour soaked full of alcohol and bad choices. His hand wandered lower, one resting on your hip as you winced away from his touch. "What..?" He asked, leaning closer to you, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. You recoiled away from him, his grip on you tightening.
Your throat dried as your palms glistened with a thin sheet of sweat. You wanted to push this man away, grab your things and run to your car. This entire idea was moronic, you craved to be on your couch, watching silly cartoons.
His eyes glistened with salacious intent, eyes glued to your breasts. His eyes were glossed over with a curtain of drunkenness, no doubt lost to the many drinks he had.
Your hand moved to his shoulder, trying to push him away from you. He leaned into your touch, letting you see behind his build.
Your mind and body couldn't help but go into fight-or-flight, seeing another Myers costume. You had no idea that dressing as such a notorious murderer was a marketable and fashionable thing to do in Haddonfield. While you didn't want to judge, it did make you slightly overwrought.
Especially uneasy with how this guy, who was clothed in the usual and well known dark coveralls and melted mask, his eyes seemed riveted towards your figure. Your memory wasn't in tiptop shape, but it seemed exactly like how he had looked at you two years ago. However, with such a scandalous outfit, you expected stares, so you shook it off.
You tried to, at least.
There was something about how this guy was looking at you, with ill intent behind that glint in his eye. He was too far away from you to get a good look at him, but the feeling he provided had you shuddering.
The man holding you just, froze, out of nowhere. You found it odd, but at least now you could slip out of his grasp. You squeezed and bent your way through the large crowd, making your way back to the bartender. Your friends were still there, chatting and giggling to one another, holding fancy and vivid drinks.
After telling them you wanted to leave, they expressed their 'sadness' as best as they could. Which wasn't really good, since they were already tipsy.
•
Happy that you were back in your driveway, and somewhat disappointed that you couldn't have a normal hookup with anyone, you grabbed your purse and readied your keys.
Hurrying to the front of your house, you gasped quietly at the state of your door. It looked like it had been blown open, the hinges still wobbling back and forth, hanging on desperately.
Turn around, run to your car. Run away, it's not like last time.
It wasn't like last time, no. Last time, he hadn't wanted to make his presence known, he had slipped in your house like an expert thief, having a single target- you.
Listening to logic and ignoring the fire in your belly screaming at you to go to him, you rushed to your car, not even able to step down a single stair as you felt his familiar touch over your ribcage, yanking you back against him.
You were flush against his barrelling figure, your pupils digesting your irises instantly. Trepidation bubbled deep in you, and while you had longed for him to return, your mind replayed the events through rose-coloured glasses, not remembering how terrifying he was.
Here he was, here was the reminder.
His hands squeezed your thoracic even harder, you buzzed in pain, waiting to hear the loud snap of a broken rib.
You looked lower, his large, bloodied hands encircled your entire figure. Thick and strong fingers tensing and squeezing you periodically. It's like he was lost in thought, on whether or not to break you. You painfully acknowledged how his hands were caked in blood, other bruises exploding into deep reds and purples along his knuckles.
You'd probably hear about the victims on the news later.
He hadn't held you, he hadn't grabbed you with such fervour and want.
Not like this, God, no.
But, how did you expect it to go? Like normal? An absolutely ordinary situation between lovers? He was most likely back to end the one thing that had slipped his grasp, you.
He turned you towards your destroyed door, the wood dividing into sharp splinters and shattered glass over the carpet. Letting go of you, losing the intense furnace that was behind you, fuelled by those who he had killed, pumping out hellfire.
You couldn't go, he was blocking your way, and even if you did leave, he'd find you. He would always find you.
Two years later, he knew where you stayed, he knew where you'd flee.
Turning around to view him, it's like he got bigger. You didn't think it was possible, you didn't want it to be possible, either. You swallowed, the saliva feeling like glue, choking you on its way down.
You knew that he killed tonight, for he had the scent of death and the souls of those who had been wronged as an aura.
If he had killed people, that would mean he was hurt, right?
"I learned first aid. In case," You choked back a sob, "I thought that maybe you'd come back." You reached to unzip his coveralls, new blemishes staining the fabric, no amount of detergent or bleach would get that out. Maybe he liked it, a reminder of what he does.
He seized your hand, hearing you whimper, testing the carpal bones while feeling them slip from its usual place, letting it pop back into place. He let go of your wrist, you noticed a faint purple halo around where his grasp was.
You felt a gust of cool, unforgiving wind pass through you. It served as a pinch to your reality, you denied to believe that this was actually real, and definitely happening. A shiver traveling down your spine, you wished he didn't have to break your door down.
Thankfully, the screen door was still slightly in place, you'd lock it later, too afraid to make a move close to the door. You didn't want to give the impression you were trying to leave again.
You slowly walked over to your couch, hearing thudding footsteps behind you, sitting on the corner seat. He sat not far from you, feeling the cushion sink and squeak in return to such a weight being put on it.
"I need to get some bandages." You got up, carefully, walking up the stairs hurriedly. You felt his prickly stare behind you, making you feel ill.
You remembered how you had left two years prior, your car failing you. However, your car was in better condition, you idled in the bathroom, thinking about how you'd get your keys. You knew where they were, but leaving was a intimidating decision. He had already seemed angered about something, and trying to run away from him seemed idiotic.
Lost in thought, you glanced up at the mirror, feeling utter terror when you saw him directly behind you. How had he been so silent..? It should be psychically improper for such a sizeable person as he to move so quietly.
Trying to ignore him, it seemed he just came to check if you were indeed, telling the truth. You kneeled to the lower cabinet, unfastening it's latches. Grabbing the small red bag chock-full of bandages, cotton balls, antiseptic substances, and other commodities that would help him, you tried to get up, knees aching due to the hard tile of the restroom.
However, it seemed he wanted you to stay in this position, lacing his fingers through your hair and pushing you back down. You whimpered, feeling like a timorous rodent. The miasma of death swamped your nostrils, causing you to involuntarily hold your breath.
You looked up into those abyssal and terrifying eyes, inculcating unfiltered fear and dread into you. His body was an unmoving wall of muscle, there was no way you could resist the heavy hand that rest atop your head. You didn't know what he had wanted, you offered to clean his wounds, actually learning just for him.
His own hand moved from his side, raising to the top of his jumpsuit. You watched his hand clasp around the small zipper, pulling it lower. Deliberately, and too fucking slow, it was like he wanted to torture you.
You knew he wanted you to squirm.
Instead of lacking any clothing underneath his impressive model, he had a black shirt that wrapped around every dip and curve of his muscles. Other clothing really had looked good on him.
Your hands opened and closed into tight fists, a nervous tepid sweat formed on the back of your neck. Looking down onto the checkered floor, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him anymore.
You felt a rough tug on your hair, causing your neck to crane up at him. He had wanted eye contact, you swallowed thickly.
There was something definite that was tweaked from his personality from when you encountered him years ago. He was angered, yes, but in a calm and collected façade. He had done things to hurt you, but in a way that forced you to be closer to him. You noticed this quickly, and you found it obligatory to find out why.
And the eye contact, it was screaming 'look at me, only me'.
You put the pieces together instantly after that.
It was him at the club, there had been respectable doppelgängers, but the one who singed your very insides had to be him. He'd seen that drunken fool hold you close and try to make a move on you. You cursed your friends. Maybe it had been the reason why you couldn't bed any other man, had he seen you..?
"Michael," You gasped, his name feeling foreign and so wanted on your tongue. Your hands flew to his clothed thighs, bunching the fabric.
"Only you, I swear, fuck," You worried your lip, throat throbbing in a want to cry and scream forgive me, please. I'm sorry, I wanted to wait for you, I’m weak.
"I waited for you. I didn't leave," You trailed off, somewhat gesturing to yourself. He didn't seem remotely phased, you thought talking to him at this point had been futile.
You needed to prove that you were a good little girl who was perfectly capable of waiting for her 'lover'. However, being caught kissing and feeling up another man did not help your plight.
Being caught, God, you made it sound like you had cheated on him. You had wanted to move on, detach yourself from him, from evil. But you unquestionably couldn't go all the way. You felt an imperceptible force grab and yank you back.
"I didn't think you'd ever come back..." You sniffed, knuckles igniting a burning white at your grip on his coveralls. You were definitely making the predicament worse for yourself with every word that spilled from your quivering lips. You couldn't stop, you wanted to reassure him that you didn't mean to, it was just a mistake.
Pressing your eyes shut, you wanted to cry. Cry and scream and yell that you were so, so sorry. Another yank at your hair had your eyes popping open, face-to-face with the impressive bulge underneath his coveralls.
He continued to move his hand lower, the noise of the zipper driving you up the walls. Finally revealing dark sweatpants stained and tainted with blood, in the back of your mind, you questioned where he was getting these clothes from.
He pulled the neat bow of the drawstring, tugging and pulling at the material until it pooled at his heavy boots. He was moving so leisurely, forcing you to watch every motion he made.
You wet your lips, tasting the faint strawberry that flavoured them. At last, he shed the last layer of clothing until his cock sprung free, and fuck, he really did get bigger, all of him.
Both of his hands rested on your cheekbones, slightly guiding you onto his erect cock. You slightly opened your mouth, drooling at the chance to closely admire his cock. You traced the prominent veins with your eyes, watching it throb in response to the crisp air.
He forced your mouth open wider, and you found no drawback doing so. Pushing himself into your warm mouth. Your tongue lay flat against the swollen head, pressing against the slit. You tasted a salty fluid land on your muscle, swallowing it as best as you could (it was difficult with such a big thing in your mouth).
The hands at your zygoma pushed harder, fearing that they'd would break under his powerful touch. You winced as you unhinged further, feeling his hot length slide past your uvula, triggering your gag reflex. Your throat squeezed and sucked him further, your nails burrowing into this thighs. You watched the skin sink under the claws that dug into him.
He was breaking you open. Taunting you with his stare, pushing his cock deeper into your throat, moulding and forming around him, swallowing him as deeply as you could. He didn't want to see any barriers, pushing and forcing your skull into him.
He was going to kill you. Here he was, relentless and focused on how your breathing was unstable. You weren't able to adapt to such a situation so quickly, his cock spreading your throat.
Your throat continued to constrict and spasm around him, instinct trying to push him out. He responded to this by shoving himself deeper, stuffing your mouth full of him.
Finally able to breathe through your nose (barely), you were finally able to feel how heavy and scalding he was in your mouth. It made your clit pulsate with want, tempted to reach down and finally please yourself. You hadn't felt so aroused since he had 'visited'.
You felt him slide deeper, no, you couldn't. You couldn't take him any more, your throat distending full of him. You grabbed what couldn't fit (a lot), and started to gently move in a familiar rhythm. Hopefully you were able to please him with your hands with what you wouldn't dare be able to fit inside.
Continuing to pump him steadily and feel his cock-head slide deeper into your throat, you felt him twitch inside. Finally, your throat was so sore and utterly raw, you don't think you could speak.
He pushed your head down lower, making you gag, and squeezing him further. Viscous ropes of thick cum shot down your throat, coating and painting the inside of your throat.
You let go him with a gross 'pop', a string of saliva and his release connecting his tip and your lips. You leaned in and wrapped your lips snuggly around the sensitive and engorged head, swirling your tongue around him. You wanted to show him how good you are, aspiring to showcase your functionalities (of pleasure and first aid).
He was unmoving, not showing how the overshot nerves were impacting him. Maybe it didn't, maybe he couldn't feel any sort of pain.
Your eyes were glazed over with lascivious want as you released his still erect cock, hopefully showing how badly you needed him.
Your knee pain was gnawing at you to get on your feet, looking at him with a hope of approval, you started to rise slowly. Your back was against his hard chest, your features melted away as you stared into the mirror. You didn't want to focus on how you probably looked like shit.
His grip trailed up to your throat, pulse speeding up under his threatening hand. Hand nearly able to encircle around the entirety of your neck, he lay it there, unmoving as he. It still felt like he was deep in your mouth, throat throbbing and aching uncomfortably.
You turned to view him, pushing you into the sink and wedging your legs apart with a single muscular thigh. You swallowed a moan, hands scrambling against his tricep, your head resting in the crook between his neck and shoulder.
You didn't hear it, blood pressure ringing highly in your ears. It was impossible to hear, to see in the mass of his being. You couldn't perceive the quiet sound of latex rising.
But you felt it.
A mark near where your head rest on him, too close to your neck. A pair of sharp teeth, row, after row, tearing the skin as you shrieked in agony. Your nails pushed into his skin once more, crying when you felt his canines break the thin layer of skin. He was latched onto you, not letting go. The two of you were still, chest rising rapidly as you were unable to register what you were feeling. Crimson leaked, not being able to get far from his soothing tongue. You were able to perceive the feeling of his tongue on you, though.
It seemed as he had enough, securing his mask back on and dropping you against the counter of the sink. You whined as you had half a mind to ask him not to leave.
You felt your blood flow down your clavicle, too lost in what had happened to care about how it'd stain your Halloween costume.
He fixed his appearance, all while his eyes were on you. Or rather, the new mark he had made. Like a child who had slobbered all over their new toy, he labeled you as, 'this belongs to me'.
You didn't have a problem with that, as sick as it had made you feel.
Staring back at him, your heart ached when he turned to leave. You wanted to grab him, tell him to stay with you, tell him not to kill anymore innocents.
It was Halloween, you knew that's when he had committed most of his atrocities. You knew you couldn't convince him, as nothing more than a cock-sleeve, to not do what he was hardwired to do.
Knowing that you were alone, your fingers brushed against the concave ring of teeth that would be on you forever. You grew disgustingly giddy at the thought that it could be showcased to every individual who lay eyes on you.
The hazy and foggy hold he had on you began to evaporate, your mind telling you to run. Pack your things and go, while he was still gone. You could stay with your friend for a while.
What would happen if he had found you?
You had no tribulations knowing the fact that he'd probably kill your friends for harbouring you from him... He'd probably hurt you like he'd done tonight, believing that your trust to him had been severed further.
You decided to wait for him, because you knew that he'd come back.
He always does.
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