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𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚙.𝟷

⌦ genre: smut

⌦ pairing: pink guards x fem!reader, square guards x fem!reader, triangle guards x fem!reader

⌦ summary: in the words of the lovely anon who sent this ask, you get a train ran on you by the pink jelly beans ┬┴┬┴┤ ͜ʖ ͡°) ├┬┴┬┴

⌦ requested: yes, combined requests

⌦ WARNINGS: voyeurism, unprotected sex, hair pulling, spanking, rough sex, gangbang, creampie, cum swallowing, cum on body/face, whew uhm what else, dubious consent at first, sevensome?, choking, mask kink, voice kink, gagging, a lot of kinks, fingering, oral sex (m.receiving), masks stay ON during sex, sir kink?, sub!reader, dom!guards, kinda cuckholding

⌦ word count: 3,866

⌦ 𝙼𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃

MINORS DNI PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!

PLEASE REMEMBER, THERE ARE WARNINGS AND A KEEP READING FOR A REASON. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE THESE KIND OF FICS PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE READING. YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR OWN ACTIONS!

you were laying on your stomach on the sandy floor, feet swinging in the air as you concentrated on carving the last bit of your triangle.

"yes!" you squealed quietly as you quickly got onto your knees, holding up the neatly carved triangle with a proud little smile to show the guard standing above you that you had done it without breaking the honeycomb.

the triangle guard stared down at you on your knees in front of him, your big doe eyes sparkling happily as you survived another game. not that you knew they would never allow you to get hurt.

"player 444, pass."

you got to your feet, leaving the honeycomb triangle in the metal tin as you dusted yourself off, the triangle guards gaze staying firmly locked on you as it had been the whole game.

you looked at where you assume the guards eyes would be as he continued to stare at you in silence for a couple more seconds before promptly turning on his heels and stomping off towards the big door as you stared after him, a little confused as to why he stared at you for so long, before you quickly scampered after him.

as he lead you back to what you assumed was the players sleeping quarters, a square guard joined you walking very close behind you so you were sandwiched in between the two pink guards.

the brightly coloured halls gave you a headache as you walked along with your hands in your pockets. if you ever get out of here, you swore you were never going to look at another shade of pink for as long as you shall live.

you were knocked out of your thoughts as the triangle guard stopped suddenly in front of you, causing you to run into his back. the square guard behind you stopped as well, the front his body an inch away from your back.

"turn left." the triangle guards deep voice rumbled out, body moving again to take a sharp left which led into a long, narrow hallway. you moved away from the heat of the square guard behind you, sluggishly turning left and following the triangle guard as he lead you down the hallway, the square guard still walking too close to you.

"uhm, where are we going if i may asks, uh sirs? did i do something wrong?" you asked nervously, you were pretty sure by now that they weren't leading you back to the players dorms, as the hallways weren't filled with the bright pink you hate anymore instead a dark grey covered the walls.

as always, you were met with dead silence from the two guards who continued to lead you through doors and hallways. of course they wouldn't respond, why did you even bother?

the nerves continued to rise within you as you approached a door, the triangle guard in front of you opening the door and holding it open for you and the square guard following behind you to enter.

walking slowly into the room, you looked around only to see a large soft looking bed stood in the middle of the room, the only other things in the room a large 5 person couch and a mini fridge filled with who knows what.

the slam of the door behind you made you jump slightly, quickly turning around to face the tall guards stood in front of you staring intently at you through their masks.

"u-um, i don't know if i did something wrong, if i did i'm so so sorry! please don't kill me!" you squeaked out, nervously playing with your fingers as they continued to stand there staring at you with their guns strapped to their chests.

fuck, you thought to yourself, oh god, oh god what did i do. the thoughts raced through your head, trying to remember what you did wrong, if you even did do anything wrong. what if that's not the reason they brought you here? you cant remember doing anything wrong, you played by the rules as far as you can remember so what-wait.

your gaze slowly lifted up from the floor, looking towards the large bed in the room. no, surely not. they wouldn't bring you here to do that, would they?

you felt a blush rise on your face because, honestly, you wouldn't mind it if they did bring you here to do that.

your gaze returned to the two guards still standing right in front of the door, as though they thought you might try to escape. they were still staring at you as they had been the whole time. should you say something?

just as you opened your mouth to ask what they brought you here for the door gets slammed open, four more pink guards loudly walking through the door which was slammed closed as the last guard entered the room.

you looked around at all of them, noting that there were now two square guards and four triangle guards standing before you. great, now you have six pairs of eyes just staring at you.

"what's going on?" you asked timidly, "i really don't understand why you brought me here, i'm sorry if i did somethi-"

"undress." came the low command of the square guard who escorted you here.

"huh?!" you stared at the guard in disbelief, not sure if you were hearing him correctly. maybe his mask was muffling his voice and he actually said arrest? are you under arrest, perhaps?

"i said, undress. i will not repeat myself again." okay, so you're not under arrest. that's good to know. you could feel your face flushing as you processed his blunt demand.

i mean, it's not that your opposed to the idea, but what if this was a trick? it could be some sort of game. but what will they do if you don't get undressed? kill you and go find another person?

"now." you jumped at the loud, deep voice of the new square guard as he snapped at you, impatience coating his voice as you were taking to long to follow their commands.

fuck it, you thought, deciding to just follow their demands. i mean, what's the worst that could happen. either you have an orgy or you die, it's not really that different from the games if you think about it.

you kicked your shoes off as you slowly slid your teal jacket down your arms, letting it pool around your feet as you quickly slid off your loose white t-shirt, it landing on the floor next to your jacket. last to go was your teal sweatpants, the fabric bunched up at your hips as you grabbed the sides and slid the sweatpants down your smooth legs.

kicking the sweatpants away from your feet, you stood there shyly in your white bra and cotton panties as the guards ogled you in silence.

you shifted uncomfortably as a deep grunt was heard throughout the room, one of the square guards walking towards you until he was one step away, his large hand coming out to pull back the strap on your bra, a soft whimper leaving you as the sound of it snapping back against your shoulder echoed through the room.

"take it all off." his deep voice rumbled out, a gloved hand smoothing across your shoulder and down your arm before returning to his side and taking a step back. it was an oddly loving gesture, one that you welcomed to be honest.

you hesitated as you went to unclip your bra, still a little unsure and nervous. you took a deep breath to dispel the nerves as you shakily unhooked your bra, throwing it to the side and quickly moving to slid your panties from your hips and down your legs before you chickened out.

your eyes were focused on the soft carpet, to embarrassed to look up at the six men standing before you.

multiple low groans were heard throughout the room as you heard some shuffling among the men, low footsteps coming towards you before you saw a pair of pristine black boots standing toe to toe with your small sock covered feet.

"look up, little one." a glove covered finger was placed under your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes connected with the square on his mask.

"there we go, look at you pretty girl." the second tall square guard said lowly in his smooth, deep voice. his hand moved to cradle your face as his thumb rubbed gently against your bottom lip. your eyes fluttered as you gazed up at him through your long eyelashes.

a soft whimper escaped your mouth as his hand slowly slid down, lightly wrapping around your small neck before sliding down your chest to gently cup your tits, squeezing the soft flesh and pinching your hard nipples roughly.

as the square guard played with your boobs, the other square guard moved behind you, hands now gloveless to expose his large veiny hand, cupping your pussy from behind.

you squealed loudly at the sudden foreign feeling, hand gripping onto the triangle guards wrist as he rubbed three fingers roughly against your clit. he only did this for a second before all hands were gone from your body.

"ah!" you yelped as you were suddenly lifted up onto someone's shoulder, the world turning upside down as you felt yourself be carried for a couple steps before being tossed onto the fluffy bed. you bounced a few times as you landed on your butt, trying to stabilise yourself so you wouldn't bounce off of the bed.

when you stop bouncing and managed to stabilise yourself, you looked up to find yourself surrounded by six hungry guards. they kept their unwavering gaze on you as they all quickly rushed to rid themselves of their pink uniform, some stumbling around in their lust filled haze.

your eyes widened as the two square guards started slowly crawling onto the bed, advancing on you like you were their prey. you kinda were funnily enough, not that you minded in the least.

they all found their places, one square guard resting behind you as your head laid in his lap, the other square guard crawled between your spread legs, resting on his knees as he looked down at you sprawled underneath him. the four triangle guards settled on the couch, watching patiently for now as their superiors wrecked you.

you felt your hair get moved to the side as the square guard whose lap you were laid on looked down at you. you turned your head a bit only to be faced with his long, incredibly hard cock.

the need to feel his pretty cock in your mouth overwhelmed you so you leaned forward, hand reaching up to grip his shaft as you gave his tip a kiss while looking up at him with hazy eyes. his hips bucked up slightly, a hitched breath heard from underneath his mask.

"what a good girl, huh? knew we choose you for a reason, you've been so, so good for us. gotta give our girl a reward for being so well behaved," the praise made you whine happily as you suckled at the guards cock, making him let out a long groan while his hand worked your hair into a makeshift ponytail to hold onto as you sucked his cock.

hands gripped the underside of your knees, spreading your legs wider as you were sprawled out on your back underneath them. it was kind of intimidating actually, being surrounded by six hot as hell men, not exactly knowing why this was happening but not really caring either.

"is it alright if i fuck your tight little cunt, little one?" the guard hovering over you asked, voice husky with lust.

you moaned around the cock in your mouth as you felt a finger side through your silky folds, your wetness gathering on the square guards long, slim fingers. you eagerly nodded your head as best as you could, apparently a bit too eagerly as chuckles erupted around the room.

a sharp smack to your inner thigh made you cry out, your hips bucking up at the pain.

"words, pretty girl." you pulled yourself off of the square guards leaking cock, giving the tip one last kiss with your swollen, red lips.

"yes, please fuck me sir! want it so bad!" you whined with a pout, glazed over eyes looking up at the square guard above you, begging him to fuck you.

he paused his movements for a second, just wanting to admire you as you laid spread out for them. finally after watching and waiting this whole time, they have you.

"i know you do, little one. don't you worry, we've got you. we're gonna make you feel so good sweet girl." he assured you in his distorted voice, fingers slowly sliding into your already soaked pussy, moving in and out of you as his other hand rubbed figure 8's onto your swollen nub.

it felt so good as one of your hands gripped onto one of the square guards firm thighs, fingers digging into the smooth skin as the square guards fingers moved faster inside of you.

you couldn't help the loud moans escaping from you, admittedly not having had many sexual encounters and the ones you have had not feeling anywhere near as good as this. the sound of your squelching pussy filled the otherwise silent room, all the guards transfixed on the way your tight pussy is swallowing up the guards long fingers.

all the triangle guards were stroking their cocks as they watched you get pleased, you noticed. were they only allowed to watch, not touch?

you couldn't dwell on it for long as you felt the fingers inside of you give a few last harsh thrusts before pulling out and bringing his fingers soaked in your juices up to your lips, tapping them against your swollen lips as you opened them, allowing his fingers to slip inside your mouth and sucking your juices off of his fingers with a moan. all the while you stared at the square on his mask, the square that signified his superiority.

"good girl." he uttered lowly, pushing his fingers deep into your throat making you gag before pulling them out, his fingers dripping with your spit as he gripped his aching cock, spreading your spit all over his cock.

the square guard who's lap your head was currently resting on was softly ranking a hand through your hair, cock still hard as a rock resting next to your head though going unattended to as of right now, all the attention on you as the men hungrily watched as the square guard tapped his leaking, bare cock onto your clit, making your body twitch and let out a long breathy whine.

"p-please fuck me sir, please! i wanna feel your big cock in me so bad." you almost cried out, needing to feel him in you or you swore you were going to cry.

a long, deep moan came from the square guard as he slowly sunk into you, finally feeling your tight pussy cling onto him after what felt like so long. you let out a loud, pornographic moan as you felt him split you open, legs being tightly held in place as you buried your face into the thigh of the guard your head was resting on.

he paused once he was fully buried inside your pussy, letting you adjust to him as you both got used to the feeling. meanwhile, the triangle guards on the couch watched eagerly as you were stuffed full of their superiors big cock, eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip hard. you were so cute, so beautiful.

"a-ah, fuck! ah, ah ah!" left your mouth in breathy whimpers, body moving back and forth along the black silk sheets as he started to fuck his cock into you.

"look at your pussy taking my cock so well, why don't you suck his cock little one? teasing him with your face so close to his cock, tut tut tut, very mean of you pretty girl." the guard fucking you grunted out, thrusts getting faster and rougher as his hands gripped under your knees, propping your legs up on his shoulders as he fucked you vigorously.

a hand roughly turned your face towards the cock twitching with anticipation, standing up to attention right next to your face. a shaky hand reached up to stroke the guards cock as you gathered the spit in your mouth, slowly letting it dribble from your mouth down onto his cock before eagerly taking half of his cock in your throat as spit and pre come gathered at his base.

you moaned around his cock as the square guard fucked you into the mattress, the vibrations making the square guard who's cock you were sucking groan loudly in pleasure, hips bucking wildly into your mouth as he grabbed your hair bobbing your head up and down his cock as you tried not to gag around his dick.

"fuck, her pussy is so tight, u-uh! too bad you can't feel it yet, right guys?" the square guards laughed at the triangle guards, who were still sitting patiently on the large couch, either enjoying the way your face was getting sloppily fucked or glued to the way your stomach bulged from the huge cock fucking you dumb.

"her mouth is fucking heaven, too. she really knows how to suck a cock." they talked as if you weren't there and it made your pussy throb, tingles spreading throughout your body as you could feel your orgasm approaching.

you continued to deep throat the guards cock as continuous moans left your mouth, one hand moving up to jerk the base of his cock as you bobbed up and down. a grunt followed by a thump was heard above you, what you assumed was him throwing his head back against the wall in pleasure.

"are you going to cum baby girl? i can feel you tightening around my cock like a whore, huh?" he mocked, fucking you harder and harder as he hit your g-spot. you could feel it growing within you, about to explode as you sobbed around the cock you were choking on.

just as your high was about to hit you, the guard pulled his cock out of your contracting walls, making you whine pathetically as your hips tried to follow his.

"oh, sweet girl. you poor, poor thing. you just want to cum, huh? don't worry i'll make you cum little one." they laughed at your cries, hands gripping your hips flipping you around so you were on all fours, knees spread wide as your ass was perched high in the air, elbows holding your upper half up.

a hand gripped your hair, holding it in a make do ponytail as he guided his cock right back into your mouth. the square guards cock repeatedly hit the back of your throat as he bobbed your head for you, gags now freely leaving your mouth as you sucked his big dick.

suddenly, you felt a sharp sting on your ass, head moving to try and look but the hand in your hair held you firmly on the guards cock. another loud smack landed on your ass, this time you moaned as you welcomed the pain, pushing your ass higher in the air expectantly waiting for more.

"she likes that, yah!" the guards exclaimed incredulously, amazed by how much you truly seemed to enjoy it., "look how much she likes it! our little whore." as the third slap arrived on your ass, the square guard quickly shoved his cock in your soaking pussy, an almost scream like moan escaping from you against your will.

you were getting fucked on both ends, one cock relentlessly fucking you from behind, balls slapping against your clit as the other made you gag on his cock, spit and precum mixed across his toned lower stomach making it shine prettily.

you could feel your orgasm fast approaching, having been oh so rudely ripped away from you before. the euphoric feeling kept building, heightened by the sound of the grunts and groans the guards were letting out as they fucked you.

a loud, long moan left you as the tip of the square guards cock hit your g-spot over and over, barley about to process the cock in your mouth let alone suck it on your own. that's all right though he's fine with doing all the work as long as your throat is wrapped snuggly around him.

both of the men's thrusts were getting sloppier they fucked you from both ends, hands gripping onto you tightening as their pace grew desperate.

"cum for us baby girl, c'mon. cum on my cock, milk it." the guard fucking you moans out, chest collapsing onto your back as his arms wrapped around your waist, thrusting sharply into you as one hand reached down to pinch your swollen clit.

that did it for you as the dam inside you snapped, walls tightening around the big cock in you as white hot pleasure filled your every vein, screaming out in ecstasy around the cock in your throat.

"ohhh fuuck, " one of the guards groaned out, you had no idea which at this point, to far into your high to care. your orgasm triggered both of the guards orgasms, cum filling your pussy and mouth as you all came together.

you happily swallowed all of the cum filling your mouth, cleaning off any remaining cum with a few wide licks to his softening cock before a finger tilted your chin to make you look up at the panting square guard above you, thumb pulling your mouth open to make sure you swallowed all of him. "good girl." his voiced rumbled out, large hand giving your small cheek a soft pat.

heavy breaths breaths filled the space as you felt the square guard behind you slumped over your back, breathing heavily as he calmed down from his intense orgasm. once he caught his breath, he straightened his back to look down at where your bodies were connected, slowly pulling his softening cock out of your cum filled pussy, watching as his cum ran out of your swollen, abused hole and down your smooth thighs. fuck, what a sight.

slumping down, you tiredly rested your head on the guards thick thighs underneath you, your body collapsing down onto the bed as you closed your eyes contently.

"uh, uh, uh little one," a sudden voice ripped you out of your after-sex bubble, along with a harsh pinch to your red ass, "don't forget about the guys over there, ah? they've been so good, watching you get fucked dumb by their superiors. they deserve a reward, don't you think?"

you blearily glanced at the four triangle guards watching intently from the sofa, hard cocks leaking against their stomachs, as if awaiting instructions. as fucked out as you were, you were more than eager to please them. since when is one orgasm enough, anyway?

a/n: so i was gonna put everything in this one fic but it was waaayy too long so i'm splitting it into a two part fic, the next part will be the triangle guards running a train okayyyyyy i hope yall enjoy this is filthy, we are filthy and so is the next part i really hope you enjoy

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Y/N that's super shy but has a ddlg kink?

Michael snoops around her bedroom while she's at work and finds a box filled with collars (ones that say 'daddy' and 'cumslut'), slutty clothes and other toys.

Y/N comes home and notices everything in that box splayed out on the bed. She nearly has a stroke b/c she KNOWS she didn't touch that box for several days. She then turns around to see Michael, head tilted while stroking his 🐓.

Needless to say, those items were put to good use a few minutes later 😈

#horror #michael myers #halloween #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #rz myers x reader

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Y/N having an overly sensitive 😺 And no amount of taking care of it herself is helping.

And it ESPECIALLY doesn't help when she's got it bad for Michael.

One day, Michael notices her fidgeting more than usual. She needs to excuse herself but he follows her, demanding to know what her deal is.

Y/N feels a surge of confidence and takes Michael's hand, gently rubbing it against her 😺.

"This is your fault. What are you going to do about it?"

#good googly moogly #horror #michael myers #halloween #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #rz myers x reader

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Had the idea a while ago to draw slashers/horror characters with bloody flowers 🥀

I've only finished fred yet and I'm planning to more but it's so time consuming

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Is it ok if you can do a headcanon on RZ Michael where he reunites with his childhood friend/future s/o after they got hired as an intern at the sanitarium, but they don’t remember him? (Thank you so much and I love your writings!)

I love RZ Michael sm he deserved so much better 🥺 also his HAIR IS SO PRETTY!! this is a long one, so strap on in!

RZ Michael Myers x Reader: Reuniting

The hospital was... not great, to say the least. You were currently interning at Smith's Grove Sanitorium- a mental hospital for the criminally insane. You were currently working on getting your master's in psychology and wanted to work with those who were criminally insane. Oddly enough you empathized with them, they were sick and you wanted nothing more than to help them get better.

You mainly just followed a man named Doctor Loomis, took notes from what he did with his patients, and moved along. A couple of patients made a few... uncomfortable comments about you, however you simply ignored them. Something which Loomis commended you on.

"Now, my next patient... He isn't responsive. I diagnosed him with schizophrenia with induced catatonia, psychopathy, and stupor. Please be careful with him. Don't look him in the eyes, sometimes it sets him off" Loomis spoke with warning and you nodded.

"You may have heard of him, he's a bit of a legend back in Haddonfield. Michael Myers killed his step father, sister, and her boyfriend fifteen years ago. He showed signs of abusive and I believe his step-father and sister often got physical with him however I'm not certain as he's never spoken about it..." Loomis trailed off, and you both stopped in front of his door which was guarded by two men in security uniforms.

Loomis stopped and gently placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Michael... I believe he's evil. He shows absolutely no remorse in what he does. Please, as I stated before, be careful," Loomis said, you gulped and nodded.

When you both walked in, you were met with walls covered in masks. There was a table on the left side of the room, covered in various crafting supplies with a metal chair next to it. On it sat Michael who simply stared at the wall in front of him.

"Hello there Michael, as you can see here we have a guest today. Their name is (Y/N). Please pay them no mind, they're simply tuning in an taking notes. Now, last appointment..." Loomis's words blurred into nothing as he heard the name repeating over and over again in his head. (Y/N).

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His head slowly turned toward you and he couldn't help but bore his eyes into you. You looked so different. So grown up. So matured. But you were still you, and he couldn't help but obsess over every feature you had. (E/C) eyes that seemed a bit duller than when you were a kid, (h/l) (h/c) hair that looked so soft. He could imagine running his hands through and suddenly grabbing it and pulling. You would do that cute little yelp of pain that he loved hearing so much back when you were kids. He only ever once made you cry, but even then you were still so beautiful.

Then his mind started to wonder. Why weren't you coming to him, hugging him like you used to? Clinging to him and telling him how much you missed him? Did you...

Not recognize him?

Why wouldn't you look at him?

He could see how much you were avoiding his gaze. You looked scared. As cute as it was, why were you scared? He knew he needed to somehow get your attention.

Loomis had noticed Michael's shift in attention from the wall to you and couldn't help what was going through Michael's mind. Michael was always an interesting subject. Other than a rough family life Loomis never knew much about Michael's past because Michael never spoke at all. Loomis could only wonder-

Michael suddenly stood up, the chains connected to his legs rattling loudly. Both you and Loomis jumped as he slowly approached you. Loomis could only stare in astonishment as he stopped right before you to the point of where you could hear is breath muffled by the orange mask.

You finally looked up at him.

All of the memories came flooding back to Michael. Fond memories of him showing off his masks or playing with Boo hit him, but there was no recognition in your eyes, just... curiosity? Yep. Definetly you, alright He internally huffed before reaching into his pocket.

You looked up at Michael, curious. He was supposed to be unresponsive, what was so special about you? Michael pulled out a photo.

A boy with long blonde hair sat next to a younger you. Between the two of you was a baby who looked an awful lot like the blonde boy.

Your eyebrows furrowed together as you looked at the photo in confusion. You looked up at Michael as if asking for permission to hold the photo and get a closer look. The curt nod he gave was all you needed for you to gently take the weathered photo from his hands.

You studied it closer, still a bit confused.

"Is that... me?" You asked and he nodded.

"Wait a second... was I nine in this photo...?" You asked and he nodded again.

"Oh gosh... I'm really sorry... I was in a really bad accident when I was around twelve and had a severe concussion... I can't remember anything from before then..." You trailed off, and even if you couldn't see his face you could feel the frustration radiating off of him.

Michael was infuriated. He really had no one left now, huh? His mother was dead, from what he knew Boo would never remember him, and now you? He started to see red.

One of the security officers walked in through the door.

"Hey, you guy's are running overtime, I just wanted to check in and-" his sentence was cut off by Michael grabbing him by the throat and slamming him against the wall.

The other officer ran in and tried to pull Michael off the other but Michael merely shoved him off and continued choking the life out of the poor officer.

Loomis kept yelling at Michael to put him down but Michael simply ignored him.

"Michael, stop!" You yelled and placed your hand on his shoulder. He loosened his grip on the man's neck and turned to you.

"I-I may not be able to remember but maybe you can help me...! We can schedule a time and meet up everyday and talk... Would you like that..?" You spoke carefully and he slowly nodded.

"Okay, good... Just- put him down, please...?" You asked, and he roughly dropped the security officer.

Loomis was speechless. Who exactly were you to him? Michael had been unresponsive for years, and suddenly you came in and he'd given the biggest reaction Loomis had ever seen Michael give. But why?

He clasped his hands together.

"Well I think that sounds like a fantastic idea, (Y/N). We can schedule tomorrow and I-" Loomis was cut off by a gruff, gravely voice speaking.

"No Loomis," He said, and you both looked wide eyed at the large masked male in front of you. It was obvious he hadn't spoken in years.

"W-what do you mean, Michael?" You asked gently, careful not to pluck his temper.

"No. Loomis." He repeated, albeit more firm and threatening.

"Alright, that can be arranged Michael," Loomis perked up, and you looked at him surprised he was even allowing this.

You both bid your goodbyes to Michael, who simply went back to staring at his masked covered wall.

Once you were both outside the door, you turned to Loomis.

"Are... are you sure about this...?" Nervousness strained your voice.

"(Y/N), dear, this is the most response I've ever gotten out of Michael... I think you just might be the key to helping us help him! You want to help him, right?" Loomis asked, excitement clearly evident in his eyes.

"Yeah, of course. I just don't want him to hurt anyone else..." you trailed off.

"We'll up security, no worries. You and everyone will be safe, I promise," Loomis stated, and you inwardly sighed.

If only that was a promise he could keep.

...

You gently knocked on Michael's door. Obviously he didn't say anything, so you slowly opened the door.

"Michael? It's me," you said with a small smile, peeking your head in.

Michael couldn't get over how innocent you were. You were too trusting. What was to stop him from wrapping his hands around your throat and choking the life out of you? Nothing. The guards couldn't stop him. He could kill all of you. There were people like him out there. People who would hurt you if given the chance. How could he make sure no one took you away again?

"I actually brought something today," You said, sitting next to him on his bed holding a small box. Michael's gaze slowly went to the box you were holding.

"It's from before the accident. A bunch of stuff I can't remember where they came from. My parents wouldn't tell me either, so I kind of put two and two together," you said, Michael simply staring at you the whole time.

"The first thing is this mask," you started, delicately holding the black paper mache mask in your dainty hands. It was made to look like that of a rabbit.

"I'm assuming you made it for me?" You looked back at Michael questioningly.

You always reminded him of a rabbit. Curious, fragile, and easy to harm. There was one difference between you and a rabbit. They always scampered away from danger, and instead you walked toward it. You came to him. No creature with good survival skills should run to the predator, it was common sense. Yet here you were. This was all the more reason he needed to keep you away from everyone else.

Michael slowly nodded his head.

"Well, I'm sure I thanked you back then but I do appreciate it. It's incredibly well-made!" You smiled at him and Michael's heart fluttered. He didn't even know it could do that.

For the rest of the hour you two had together, you pulled out trinkets and photos you put in the lost memory box.

Obviously you couldn't remember any of it, but you put a loose story together of what your childhood with Michael was like. He even spoke a couple of times in order to briefly answer your questions. Sadly though, the hours came to an end.

"Well Michael, it seems our hour is up... This was incredibly insightful for me and I do hope you enjoyed it too! I look forward to seeing you again," You simply smiled, and Michael had to hold himself back from grabbing you and never letting you go. He had to be patient though.

You left and returned home, it being around 6:30 PM. You had almost forgot it was halloween, but thankfully you bought candy beforehand. You smiled passing out candy to the trick or treaters.

Unbenknowst to you, Michael escaped that night...

And he didn't plan on letting you go.

#michael myers

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any possibility for a more detailed breeding scenario w/Michael?

[Can do

Your breath came out in huffs and you couldn’t help the yelp of surprise that echoed off of your lips as you were roughly pushed into the mattress of the bed. Your face rubbed against the soft fabric with surprising vigor as your arms were pinned underneath your body, pressing themselves into your chest and collar bone as your ass was heaved upwards into the air.

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Could you please write some fluff and NSFW Michael Myers headcanons? 7u7 I'd love if you use the 2007 Michael but all Michaels are precious.

[I love the 2007 Michael honestly!]

Michael Myers Headcanons

SFW:

Michael is surprisingly clingy. Years of isolation have made it difficult for him to remember just what a kind touch feels like. He shies away at first, certainly, but once he gets used to you and trusts you, he’s all over you. Arms clinging to your waist. Head resting against your shoulder. His breath in your ear, calm and steady so you can count the ins and outs. He craves being close to you and feeling you against him. Expect hugs and cuddles whenever you’re alone together.

He loves to design masks for you. Paper mache was (and still is) calming to him. It is an escape from reality and a chance to channel his feelings into something other than murder. You come home often to masks that are designed with your favorite colors and shapes, and he feels like its almost an honor to be able to tie it behind your ears for you.

Brings you home trinkets. Sometimes its bloody teeth. Sometimes its a gold necklace he’s taken from one of the babysitter’s jewelry boxes.

Michael has difficulty talking, but, always tries to say your name. Years of not using his voice, being muted by his own mind and the doctors around him, burn in his lungs. What once was easy is now almost painful. Still, when he sees you his heart is warm and he longs to let you know just how much he loves you. You can hear his vocal chords straining as his gruff voice huffs out your name while he reaches to hug you, and that name falls from his mouth over and over. It’s sometimes accompanied with ‘i love you’ but only rarely.

NSFW:

Loves fucking anywhere but the bedroom. The kitchen, dining room, stairwell, living room, and bathrooms of your shared home in Haddonfield? They’ve all had you down on them, splayed open while Michael holds you by the neck and pounds into you, relishing in the way the surface your on shakes and groans under the force. In your insatiable moans. Knowing that you’ve experienced pleasure in every corner of the home is something he prides himself on. He makes sure to give you multiple orgasms so you can feel it as well.

Extremely into pet play. He’s come home with a collar for you and a leash, and cat ears to boot when the time is close to halloween. He loves to tug at the collar and feel the soft fabric of your faux ears. To watch as you purr into the side of his mask and then yank hard on the leash, nearly choking you in order to bend you to his will and have you mewling and screaming for him in more ways than one.

Favorite position is doggy style. Having you bent over a surface, hand holding your neck and pressing you into it while a free hand grips at your hips…He’s never seen you in a more beautiful position. He loves the angle it gives him, along with the freedom to move his hips and roll them in an effort to scandalously tease you while giving himself the utmost pleasure. When he cums, he especially loves having a front row seat to watch his seed dribble out of your hole messily.

Will leave as many marks with his hands on you as possible. He’ll dig his fingertips into your hips until they leave bruising marks. He’ll slap your ass as he bends you over his knee or fucks you, admiring the red marks left afterwards. He’ll leave a string of bruises around your shoulders and neck from how he’s held you down against the floor while drilling into you over and over again. He just wants there to be proof on you that you are his and his alone at all times. Forever.

#michael myers

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Michael Myers and Frank Morrison with an s/o that does the “sexy apron” thing? Like, where they wear nothing but a cute apron.

FINDING THEIR S/O IN ONLY AN APRON

Michael Myers:

You decide to tease him one night when you find an old apron in the Myers house while he’s out killing

You put it on and wait in the kitchen, chopping vegetables to make a nice stew just in case he has no reaction to it (though you know he will)

Michael comes home, still covered in blood, and goes to the kitchen to find you wearing that apron and his breathing quickens

Oh, he’s really into that.

He probably didn’t even realize how into that he was before he saw you

He doesn’t even let you know he’s there before he has you bent over the counter, his hands on your ass as they stroke and fondle you

He’s still covered in blood, so you get streaks of it on your bare skin and some of it stains the edges of the apron

It only makes it all the more hotter for him

If you even think about complaining or whining about it, he smacks your ass hard

Definitely leads to an intense spanking session and then rough fingering

You’re a moaning mess over the counter in just that apron as he fingers you and then fucks you

He’s growling and grunting in your ear the whole time, fingers digging into your bare hips as he pushes himself deep within you

His hands go under your apron to fondle your front as he pinches your nipples

He’ll mutter sharp and needy words of ‘mine’ over and over as he fucks you until there’s a bruise on your stomach from where you were pressed into that kitchen counter

You make a mental note to wear it more often

Frank Morrison:

Oh ho ho! Did you do this? For HIM?

He hugs you from behind and kisses your neck when he sees you in that apron and you can FEEL that smug smile on his lips

Lots of jokes and also dirty talk because he’s like that

“Baby doll, why are you making me a snack when you’re already a snack?”

“Seriously though, you look so fucking hot like this. If you wanted me to fuck you in the kitchen you could have just told me, but, I definitely don’t mind the show.”

“You know this apron would look hotter on the floor.”

Grinds into you so you can feel how turned on he is as he deftly starts untying the knot of the apron around your neck, slipping it from you so he can bite and moan into your flesh there.

If you let him he’ll just grind himself on your ass the whole damn night

If you want more? Oh, if you beg him for it in that outfit he’ll give you just what you want

Slips himself inside of you eagerly and grips your hips so hard he leaves bruises

“Fuck you look so good like this. This tight little hole in this cute little apron is all for me. You’re mine and don’t forget it, do you hear me? Fuuuuuck, babe, this turns you on doesn’t it? I can feel it. Shit-”

Lots of breathy pants and gasps in your ear as he clenches part of your apron to hold you closer

Might also ask for a blowjob in the apron and then cum on the front. Seeing your chest covered in cum along an apron is surprisingly hot to him

There is a 50% chance that, when you come home one day, he’s also wearing just the apron and his mask and it gives you a heart attack

#michael myers

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I hella need an s/o who praises Dwight and gives him long kisses and heavy pets sjdhejd i just really want to tease him so baaad

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Heavy pets even? :P Haha you’re not alone though. Dwight is such a sweetheart. And teasing him sure sounds like a treat because of that.

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Dwight Fairfield

Dwight could turn into a puddle right then and there as a devilish hand crawls up his straightening back. His breath hitches and his eyes double in size as the same hand caresses the base of his neck before burying itself within his black and spiky hair.

“Dwight. You know that I’m very proud of you, right?” He could hear the warmth within your hushed tone as your face comes awfully close to his own. The smirk that’s present on your lips is far from innocent, which contradicts the honest words that have just rolled from your tongue.

A blush quickly dusts his cheeks as your other hand reaches for the side of his waist- caressing it. But his face explodes the moment your mouth touches his in a deep kiss. The searing contact remains until you slowly draw away- the smirk widening in size before you lick your lips rather sensually.

It’s already too much for him…

He hides his face in the crook of your neck; a warm and amused laugh bubbling from your throat afterwards since you find it to be so endearing.

“I’m happy to have you as my boyfriend, Dwight. You’re always there for me,” you muse before patting his head lovingly. He wraps his arms around your waist in response as a love-sick sigh leaves through his parted lips- the hot air fanning across the sensitive skin of your neck.

This is what he’s been working so hard for- winning over your love through any reasonable plan that came to mind. And it worked… He now reaps what he has sown through plenty of love, building trust between the two of you and the hard labor he’d been bound to within the past few weeks/months(including ruining someone’s life).

Simply put, he can’t be any happier. And he’ll be damned if he’d ever let that go.

#dead by daylight

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Can we get some fluffy smut of female reader x dwight lol

This was loads of fun to write- thank you for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

Soft & Sweet [read under the cut ♡]

pairing: Dwight Fairfield x female reader

rating: explicit

words: 1014

His hands were gentle against your skin, lips surprisingly soft as he placed kiss after kiss along your collarbone.

“Dwight,” You breathed out as you wove your fingers through his hair, playing with it idlely. He kept going, unclasping your bra as he kissed down your chest, stopping to give one of your nipples a gently lick.

You gasped, tugging slightly on his hair at the flick of pleasure. When you heard him chuckle, you opened one of your eyes, keeping the other scrunched shut. He had a dopey smile on his lips, and soon you couldn’t help but join him in the soft laughter.

When the laughter stopped, he tucked his head back against your chest, nuzzling against you as his hands kept moving up and down your waist.

“I love you so much,” He murmured, his voice emanating such a warm, safe feeling in your belly. Something you’d rarely felt with partners before him. “You make me so happy…”

“Dwight…” You started, starting to sit up so you could give him a proper kiss. But before you can, you’re stopped by one of his hands on your shoulders, gently pressing you back into the pillows.

“Please,” His voice was so soft, so sweet… you couldn’t help but listen. “Let me make you happy too.”

“Baby you do make me happy.” You countered, but stayed where he wanted you anyways. “Everyday. Just by being you.”

The pretty pink flush that spread across his cheeks and nose made you bite your lower lip, the corners of your mouth quirked into a smile. Fuck, he was perfect.

“Can I make you happy?” He asked softly, though his eyes held a heat in them that you knew all too well. You sucked in your lower lip, wetting it with anticipation.

“Yeah, yeah.” You managed, the butterflies in your lower belly stirring. By the way he was looking at you, you knew what he meant by it, and you could hardly hold back the trembles in your thighs. “Make me happy baby, please.”

“Thank you,” He smiled, a bit too cheekily for his innocent tone of voice, before ducking his head back down and resuming his trail of kisses down.

It wasn’t just lust that fueled the chemistry between the two of you. In fact, you didn’t even have sex together for the first two or three months of dating. You knew about his anxiety, and you didn’t want to push him to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with, even though every time you’d drop him back off at his place, you would pray that he’d invite you inside.

He had been the first to cave, surprisingly when you two went to the drive-in to catch a flick. It was something scary, with just the right amount of cheesy gore to make you giggle. Dwight, on the other hand, spent the first half of the movie hiding behind his hands. Eventually, he decided to hide in the crook of your neck instead, with you sitting on his lap in the back of your truck.

When his hands started to wander between your legs, you realized just why he picked this movie in the first place. The movie ended with two of his fingers curled up inside you and his thumb rubbing circles onto your clit, and the night ended with you riding him until both of you saw stars.

Dwight’s tongue against your naval brought you back to the moment, your thoughts leaving your mind in an instant. He swirls it gently, right above your thatch of black hair, before pressing another kiss on the damp trail he left behind.

Dwight, you thought, was far too bashful for how skilled his tongue was.

His thumbs hooked into your panties, bringing them down slowly and taking the time to remove them completely from your legs. He put them off to the side, but kept them on the bed. It made your heart burst with something bright and lovely, the way he didn’t just toss them to the floor like you would’ve done.

It was the small, sweet things, you noted, that made you fall in love with him. Like the way he was careful with easily replaceable things, or the way he meticulously made his and your coffee every morning.

His tongue is warm and soft against your labia, pressing down gently and licking a stripe up to your clit. You press your lips together and spread your legs open further for him, to which he grabs each thigh and begins to massage them.

He only pulled back for a moment, and you nearly pout at the loss of warmth. That is until you see his face, and the way his pupils are blown up with lust.

“You taste so good, Y/N.” He murmurs, his cheeks practically on fire as he moves back down to your soaked cunt. “So good…”

Then, he went back to work. His tongue flickering up against you, never rough or fast paced, but not slow and teasing either. It was perfect, and when his finger curled up inside you, brushing against that special bundle of nerves he knew how to find so well, you came. Clenching around him as moans fell from your lips like honey.

He pulled his finger out slowly, making sure to leave kiss after kiss to your inner thighs, before gently using his thumbs to part your labia. He leaned in and pressed his tongue directly against your entrance, lapping at your soaked hole and feeling the way your muscles contracted with pleasure.

You hold him by the hair, grinding your cunt against his face as he moans, eating you out and plunging his tongue into you like a man starved. When you finally release his hair, he doesn’t pull back. Only opening his eyes to shoot you a wink before moving back up to your clit.

With a moan, you let your head fall back against the pillows. This was going to be a long, happy night. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything else in the world.

#dead by daylight

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