Horrorfest: He Came Home [Yandere Michael Myers x Reader]
Title: He Came Home [Yandere Michael Myers x Reader]
Synopsis: You're being stalked by the Boogeyman but no one believes you.
For Horrorfest request:
I'm so happy you write for Halloween omg 👀 can I request a stalker ish michael Myers, more yendere than I'm going to murder you brutally right away lol
Word Count: 1647
Notes: Yandere, stalking, death/killing (not reader); some graphic violence descriptions.
It’s someone playing a prank. People always do it around Halloween.
You shouldn’t make up stories using Michael Myers. It’s not funny. He really killed people, you know.
If you don’t have concrete evidence, we can’t do anything for you. It’s probably just some teen messing with you.. Keep your doors locked and call us if anything happens.
You’re being stalked by the Boogeyman and not a single person in your life, your whole damn town, believes you. And maybe there’s a reason for it, God knows that it wasn’t uncommon for people to pull pranks like this--to turn tragedy into mockery and entertainment.
Damn kids, and all that.
But it’s different now because it’s real and it’s happening to you. And you are not crazy or lying and this is not a prank. You’ve seen him more than once, a shadow at first, something you brushed off.
The next time, he was standing down the street, half hidden by a tree. But you saw him. And he saw you. And every muscle in your body had tensed before you whirled around and ran. It was a joke, a teenager with a morbid sense of humor, maybe one of your friends praying on your scaredy-cat tendencies.
But then you saw him from your bedroom window, standing down below in the grass.
And your kitchen window, behind the fluttering sheets you’d tacked up earlier in the day.
And you know, you just know, that one day he will be inside your house.
Coming for you.
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No one believes you. But that doesn’t stop your friends from laughingly agreeing to have a sleepover to ease your worries, something none of you have done since you were teenagers. Only this time instead of sneaking booze from mom’s locked cabinet using the pilfered key and drinking until you saw stars, you were going to be stone-cold sober and sleeping with a knife.
If (when?) he came for you, you’d be ready.
Glenn disappears first, after announcing that he’s heading out to the garage to grab a beer. Like he’s at some teenage kegger.
Your friends laugh when he doesn’t return--maybe he’s chugging them all and not saving any for the rest of us--but you start to tear up and Tina sighs and says she’ll go out to get them.
But Tina doesn’t come back, either.
The house is silent and it’s just you and Nancy, and Nancy is the sensible one. She won’t make jokes about what you say you’re experiencing, even if she’s keen to downplay it as a prank. She doesn’t dismiss Glenn and Tina not coming back as something silly. Instead, she locks the door to the garage and flicks off all the lights and grabs a baseball bat.
Don’t, you should say, don’t go looking for them. But you’re too afraid to look yourself and Nancy, Nancy is strong isn’t she? Strong and brave. She won’t do anything stupid. So she heads to the front door and tells you to lock it as soon as she leaves, then wait by the phone and call the cops if she isn’t back in a few minutes.
And you do, with fingers that fumble and sweat. The lock clicks hard and you run to the phone, hand trembling on the receiver so hard that you keep lifting it off and hearing little bursts of dial tone.
You glance down at your watch, squinting in the dimness to see the time. It’s been a minute, maybe two. How long should you wait? Maybe Nancy was chewing them out, scolding them for scaring you. Yeah. She would do that. Then she’d make them come in and apologize, like she’d had to do before when they pushed your buttons too hard.
This fantasy carries you through to the next minute, and the next, until the garage door bursts open, and you can hear the wood splintering and cracking, swiping away anything but an awful reality that sends your heart rate sky-high.
You should run, really, but it feels like your legs are stuck to the floor. Rooted like a tree, even though your hands are now shaking wildly. You dimly hear the dial tone and remember what you’re supposed to do, and your finger shoves itself into the rotary dial, twisting and twisting the local sheriff’s office--
Until the phone is ripped out of the wall like a piece of paper, and you turn around to see the real-life boogeyman standing in front of you. No longer far away and through glass, but flesh and blood, close enough to see, close enough to smell.
Close enough that you can see the glint of a knife in his hand.
You can even see his eyes through the mask and meet his gaze, your own eyes wide with pinprick pupils, and his merely staring at you through the holes in this mask. You hear, softly enough, the sound of breathing; his or yours?
A gasp is caught in your throat when he grabs your shirt and shoves you away from the ruined phone, hard enough to knock you off your feet. You land on the floor, but your legs no longer feel rooted, and you scramble to your feet and do the only thing you can do: run.
The ruined garage door is the path of least resistance, and you run through the doorway and grope for the railing but miss it.
You trip down the stairs, landing on the concrete hard enough to make your palms sting and even bleed, but--no, that’s not your blood. That’s not your blood at all. The blood on your palm is thick and wet and when you look up, you see Nancy’s corpse sprawled out on the ground, face down, stab wounds oozing from her back. Tina and Glenn are behind her, both bleeding heavily from the chest. Tina’s red chest heaves and maybe her eyes look at you, but you can’t tell if she actually sees you.
“Oh,” you say, voice suddenly unrecognizable to your own ears. “Oh.”
And there’s a shadow above you, the shadow of shadows, and you don’t even have time to turn around as his hand grips the back of your shirt and pulls you backward.
Words flash through you--I’m going to die--before there’s a dull awful pain at the back of your head (why the knife blunt?) and darkness overtakes everything in the world.
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You don’t expect to wake up, but you do.
And when you do, you’re sitting in an unfamiliar space full of dust and dirt. A simple room with nothing in it but a ragged blanket and some stray, dusty furniture--an old wooden chair, a wooden chest. The windows are boarded up, but you can tell it’s night-time.
A house that no one has been in for years, maybe. A house that has fallen into disrepair and ruin. There weren’t any houses like this in town proper, you knew, so you must be in the woods outside of town, where there were occasionally remnants of abandoned places.
Why were you in the woods? Why were you in a house?
The thoughts are clear and simple, piercing through a swimming ache in the back of your head. You focus on these thoughts to keep you from passing out again. In the woods, in a house. In the woods, in a house. In the woods, in a house.
But why?
And then you remember. Michael Myers. Your friends. The blood. The pain.
As if on cue, there’s another sound in the house. A sound that is distinctly familiar, heavy footsteps and yes, it must have been his before--the sound of breathing. Soft and subtle, like a stray sound muffled through the wall.
You move to stand on weakened legs, but keep yourself pressed back against the wall as the figure of Michael Myers walks and stands in the doorway.
It’s as if the air itself becomes thick and heavy with his presence, and you almost want to sit down again. But you force yourself to stay standing. At least if you’re standing, you have a chance to run, if you can.
But he doesn’t give you one, not at this moment, anyway. Instead he stays in the doorway and simply stares at you.
Long enough for your tongue to loosen, words coming out dry through your chapped lips. How long were you out, anyway?
“Why… why did you bring me here?”
No answer.
“Where are we?”
No answer.
Finally, you swallow spit, and ask a question that you don’t really want to be answered.
“Are you going to kill me?”
You swear you hear him inhale through his nose, a short, thin sort of breath.
He takes a step into the room. There’s nowhere for you to go, and you feel helpless sobs start to bubble up in your throat. You look down and there’s no knife--that you can see--but that doesn’t stop the visuals of your murdered friends and vague impressions of everyone you know who has been killed by him from flashing through your head.
He stops right in front of you. You half expect him to grab your neck and twist. Or grab your throat and squeeze.
But all he does is tilt his head slightly, looking at you through the holes in his mask. You wish you could erase the visual memory of his eyes, wish that you’d never seen them at all; the faraway impression that he had two big black holes was more merciful than this.
And then his hand reaches out and touches your face, callused fingertips brushing against your cheek.
His fingers leave behind traces of grime and your friends' dried blood.
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𝕱𝖆𝖈𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖈𝖊
Tw:Stalking, obsessive and possessive behavior, mentions of killing/blood
You always felt like you were being watched. Even in your own home you didn’t feel safe. Ever since the boogeyman of haddonfield got out of the asylum he was put in. Murders were happening almost everyday.
You never wanted to leave your house because of it. Not wanting to be the victim of the boogeyman, the days you do leave is when you need to get groceries or hangout in your backyard to get some sun. Your friends are worried about you saying that you’re being too paranoid. Which you didn’t see why that was a bad thing in this situation.
But that changed all in one night.
While you sleeping one night, you could hear something break. Like a window being broken or maybe the door..?
Groggily you got up to go check it out. Not feeling fear just yet since you just woke up. It slowly hit you as you walked down the hallway that someone broke into your house. Your heartbeat began to speed up, it felt like it got explode any moment now.
Once you gotten at the bottom of the stairs. You looked around trying to see who broken in. Seeing nothing you run over to the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the knife holder. You did this out of paranoia and worry that someone was still in the house.
Gripping the knife til your knuckles turned white. Walking through the kitchen until you felt a bit safer. Which ended quickly.
When you felt a hand cover your mouth. Panicking you kick at the person behind you, but that availed to nothing. Since the person doesn’t flinch, instead they bring their free hand to harshly grab your wrists in one grab. Making you drop the knife.
Tears pricked at your eyes as you squirmed around trying to wiggle out of their grip. Suddenly you get pushed to the nearest wall. Finally getting a good like at the person, your heart stops. Your body becoming stiff.
There he was the boogeyman or Michael Myers..
Holding the wall to make sure you don’t fall. Tears dripping down your face as he walks closer to you. Picking up the knife you dropped.
Once he got closer he brought the knife up to your face. Slowly dragging it across your cheek. Causing a cut, not a deep one but one deep enough to bleed. Whimpering as he stared you down.
After a minute of awkward silence, he puts the knife away into his pocket. Then walks away through the back door where he broke in from.
Your left there a shivering and crying mess as you slip down the wall. Your legs feeling like jelly. Covering your cut with your hand, crying until you passed out.
Michael had been stalking you for a while after he saw walking alone one night. He had broken in a couple of times just to watch you sleep. He liked that. He’d play with your hair, and caress your skin.
Anytime you went out, he would either follow you or stay in your home. Taking in the layout. Remembering each creak in each floor board. Taking in your scent (weird-)
Slowly becoming obsessed with everything you did. Now it just adds on to his sickly obsession knowing that you fear him. And how he can easily show himself to you now.
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This might be me being extra horny but I just watched the new Halloween movie and god! There were a few fight scenes with Michael that’s were just 🤤 like imagine fighting for your life with Michael Myers, he pins you to the kitchen counter chest first, you think he’s about to shove a knife into your skull, your fighting and trying to push him off you only to feel his hand go to your pants and rip them down underwear and all before shoving his cock into you and having his way with you.
imagine thinking that going along with him will set you free. That maybe, if you grit your teeth and allow it to happen, you'll get to live and get somewhere safe.
He'll pull his cock out, watching his cum leak from you and your swollen, abused hole, and just stay silent. His hands will move to press you down again, and at first you think you're about to get stabbed, and start to cry and fight again, but he just easily holds you down.
He knows you didn't cum. That makes him a little pissed, honestly. You deserve to cum and you simply think he'll leave you like this?!
Well, he can get you going. He can always get his adrenaline going for a second round, and since the other obstacles are out of the way, he can take his time and manhandle you however he needs to get your toes curling and your throat hoarse.
-Mommabean
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Hello! Can I request Yandere romantic michael myers that know detective reader is secretly a Eldritch Abomination that showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern?
Btw i love your writing😊
Yandere!Michael Myers x GN!Reader
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Notes:
Aww! I'm so grateful that you enjoy my writing! Hopefully, you enjoy this one, too. ♡
Also, I hope that it matches what you requested. :')
Muah Muah
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WARNINGS: Gore, stalking, mentions of body mutilations (reader + corpses)
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Amidst the rain, flashing red and blue lights could be seen. Haddonfield is quiet on this Halloween night, which is no surprise to the people who live there. No trick-or-treaters are seen on the streets, just police and their cars.
A car pulls up, catching the attention of the officers. Out steps the famous detective, You. You've impressed many with your skills and clue findings, no killer has ever been able to slip past you. Except for a particular man. The Boogeyman. You've been on his trail for years now, and you can't say that you haven't enjoyed the chase.
You step in a puddle, paying no mind to your wet shoes as your assistant scurries over with an umbrella.
“Detective!” He frantically fixes himself as he struggles to hold the umbrella over your head. “It's an 18-year-old girl. She was babysitting a young boy (who thankfully survived) when the killer forced himself into the house and stabbed her many times.”
You two approached the body of the girl. Your assistant turned his head, not wanting to see the gruesome sight. There's blood dripping from every open wound. Her face is twisted in agony and there's no light in her eyes.
“Do you think…. He did it? You know… the Boogeyman.” He whispered as if he was afraid of anyone hearing.
You didn't say anything. Obviously, it was, who else could it have been? You crouched down next to her, no emotion displayed on your face as you put on your gloves.
“Her parents are here…” Your assistant spared you a glance as a car pulled up not far from the crime scene.
“Don't let them come near.” You said, getting up after finishing examining her.
“Shouldn't we let her parents see her…?”
The screams and weeping of the parents could be heard from behind the police tape.
You sigh. “This is no place for a funeral. I don't want them touching the crime scene or moving anything.” You replied sharply.
Your assistant shivers at your coldness. He nods and moves to tell the officers. Suddenly, you notice something on one of the trees next to the body.
A heart had been carved into the trunk of the tree. You moved closer, straying away from the umbrella your assistant was holding. Now drenched in rain, you traced the carving with your finger. Whoever had done this knew how to handle a knife… The carvings were deep and done with passion.
Michael Myers was watching from afar, heavy breathing could be heard from under his mask. His grip tightened on his bloody knife as he saw your assistant yell after you for getting soaked.
Back home, your sanctuary, you finally felt relief. Your house was located deep in the woods to avoid any human interactions. The naked eye couldn't process your naked form.
The human skin stuck to yours. You peeled it off, layer after layer. You're careful not to rip it, as human skin tends to be too fragile for your claws. You laid your drenched skin suit on your chair.
You strolled over to your fridge and opened it. Your amalgamation of a hand reached in and pulled out some sort of meat. You engulfed it, not letting any of your teeth have a chance to penetrate it. You scarfed down any remaining bones on the plate.
All of a sudden, one of your many eyes picked up on a movement outside your window. Your eyes narrowed as you closed your fridge. You don't care if a human ever catches your form. Your bare body would make any sane man explode (literally). So you didn't worry about your secret getting out. However, this was different.
Your acute ears focused on any sounds that would indicate the presence of another being. Abruptly, you heard a twig snap.
You rushed out of your house at an abnormally fast rate. You were ready to confront your stalker, however, once outside, you were greeted with the dark, lonely forest and the song of the crickets you were accustomed to.
Whoever you were dealing with couldn't be human.
You scoffed and went back inside, failing to notice the pale mask of the Boogeyman amidst the trees.
You were planning on relaxing the rest of your afternoon, but Michael had other plans. You were called in again when another body had been found dumped in a ravine close to your house. You put back on your skin suit, it was extra tight on you since it hadn't dried off yet.
Once again, you did your usual routine. Examine the body, look for clues and ask questions. Whoever this mysterious Michael Myers was, he sure knew how to put up a game of cat and mouse… And romance you in his own way.
The stab wounds on his victim were in a heart-shaped pattern.
“Ain't it too early for Valentine?” Your assistant attempted to (nervously) crack a joke, which fell on deaf ears.
You remained with a stoic face as you watched them place the body in a body bag.
Each year, the Boogeyman gets bolder and bolder. Yet, never had the guts to face you. Unbeknownst to you, tonight would be different.
Your assistant coughed to get your attention.
“I've… got to go… family emergency.”
“Mm, okay.” You turned back to the crime scene.
Your assistant lingered for a while, expecting any worried expression or encouraging words. But was ultimately met with your usual uncaring tone.
Another hour had passed, and you were finally granted permission to go home. Home.
As you arrived home, you parked your car and got out. A beautiful stench filled your nostrils. Laying on your welcome mat was a human heart surrounded by a heart formed of drops of blood.
Your door was ajar.
A twinge of hope that today could be the day you meet him arose. But, it quickly died down as you entered your home.
The smell flooded your house as each step made it stronger and stronger. Like a game of hot and cold, each step you took was warmer and warmer.
Laying on your kitchen table on a fancy dish was the head of your assistant. His tongue was pulled out all the way through his mouth and his teeth were knocked out and laid next to his head.
You ignored him though, because your attention was focused on the giant man standing in the dark hallway. He was bloody, and heavily breathing, but somehow quiet…. He was awaiting your next move.
Perhaps the thing that sparked Michael's obsession with you wasn’t that you weren’t human, but the fact that you never showed any ounce of fear towards him. Or maybe because you both shared a taste for carnage.
Your human skin faltered as your smile stretched beyond human capabilities. Your eyes were gouging out of your sockets as your appearance looked less and less human.
In all of your and Michael's years, this may be the first time a spark of emotions illuminated in both of your empty bodies.
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Yandere Michael Myers Alphabet
A=Affection (How do they show their love for you)
Gripping,holding,hair playing, caressing,holding hands,knife to your throat
B=Bound (How much do they share with you)
He doesn't tell you much
C=Cruel (How do they punish you)
Violence, spanking,silent treatment, isolation, torturing,cutting
D=Desire (How long until they take you)
1 month
E=Even (To what level are they dominant)
Dominant
F=Future (What are their future plans for the two of you)
Get married
G=Gifts (What do they give you)
Daggers
H=Hell (Worst experience with them)
Jealous moments,angry moments,his killings,his punishments
I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you)
He's already insane. 10/10
J=Jealous (How easily do they get jealous)
Easily. Kills anyone who even looks at you.
K=Killing (How do they handle killing)
Very brutal, painful and ruthless
L=Language (What is their love language)
Gifts and quality time
M=Manipulation (What could you do to get your way)
Nothing
N=No (To what strength would they go for you)
He'd do anything for you
O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you)
9/10
P=Pet names (What do they call you)
Doll,pet,plaything,good girl,kitten,mine,baby girl,star,bunny,dove,my love
Q=Quit (How would they act if you died)
He'd find another girl and pretend their you
R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away)
No chance
S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you)
10/10
T=Type (What type of yandere are they)
Delusional, manipulative,isolating, possessive,stalker, overprotective, obsessive
U=Unique (Different from other yanderes)
He doesn't talk much
V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back)
Fights you back
W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will)
Ties you up,force feeds you, holds you,spends time with you
X=Xray (How much do they keep hidden from you)
Quite a lot
Y=Yearning (How much do they want you)
1/10
Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together)
Holding you in his arms
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Yandere Michael Myers x Fem! Reader
Stuck in the grasp by the Boogeyman
Summary: You are Michael Myers obsession and will kill anyone who try to take you away from him.
Warning: Violence, obsessive behavior, kidnapped, blood
You stare at your parents who are dead on the floor. You look back at the intruder who stand front of you. You recognize him from the tv who kill on every Halloween Eve.
He stare at you through his mask tilted his head, you forgot to breath and your body froze in place. He brought his hand out as he moving it closer to you, you close your eyes ready to be kill by him. But you felt your head being place by rough touch.
You open your eyes look at Michael as he playing with your hair. Your confused and terrified seeing the Boogeyman touch you. You know him from the tv he kill people but you didn’t know he touch you this way.
Both of you heard police siren, your mouth tug up a bit feeling the relief. But Michael notice as he glare at you, you gasp in surprise that Michael carry you in his arms bridal style and went to the back door.
You try to break free from his grip but he held you tight. You look at him and squeak, he look at you with dark glares through his mask socket and it made you stop moving.
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About few minutes of walking he took you to abandon house, his house. He kick the front door open then slam it shut behind when he walk inside. He walk upstairs and head to his old bedroom. He place you on dusty bed, you stare at him feeling your body started to shake.
“W…why did you take me here?” You stutter. He point at you then the floor, and point himself and point at the open door. You figure out what he was trying to say, he want you to stay while he go on a kill spree.
“Why me? Why did you take me away and not kill me?” You started to cry. Michael place one of his hand on your cheek as he rub the tears away. He move back away from you then stab his knife on the wall carving it.
He pull his knife away after carving it, you look at the wall and gasp in shock what your seeing. There’s two words and it made your heart sunk.
On the wall carve ‘MINE’ and below it carve ‘OBSESSION’. You shakily point yourself and at him. He nod his head answering your question.
“Michael… why did you chose me to become your obsession?” You ask. He stare at you for a second then left the room shutting the door close. You lower your head then slam the wall creating a small crack from how old it is.
You lay on the bed ignoring the dust, you sniff feeling the tears stream out from your eyes. You look at the window and hear another sound of police siren. You wipe the tears away get up from the bed.
‘I must get out of here.’ You rib the wooden bed post and walk toward the window. You took a deep breath and went to stance. ‘Please god… help me be free from Michael Myers.’ Then you slam the bed post at the window causing it smash into pieces.
The door slam open, Michael look at you and at the window. You throw the bed post at him, he block it and look back at you see you jump out the window. He growl head downstairs to find you where your going.
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You run in middle of the road listening the police siren and your almost closer to them. “Help! Someone help!” You shouted. One of the police officer heard the voice from afar, he look around where the voice coming from and see you appear in his view.
“Help! Officer!” He run toward you “Help! He’s after me!” The officer know what your talking about. “Okay listen ma’am go inside the car we’ll take you to the police station where you be safe.” He grab your hand gently taking you to the police car.
He help you inside and tell his partner to take you to the police station. His partner agree and drove off to the police station.
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You sat on the chair cover in blanket that help you keep you warm and in your hands held bottle of water. “Excuse me ma’am.” You look up from the floor you were staring meeting an old man who is Michael Myers doctor. He sat beside you “Hello, my name is Doctor Samuel Loomis. You must be Y/n L/n?” You nod your head.
“Can I ask you something.” You nod your head again. “So… what did Michael Myers do to you.” You took a deep breath to calm yourself then spoke “He… kill my parents front of me. He stare at me, then he touch me, he didn’t kill me. He took me to his house.” You answer.
“And what did he do next?” Samuel ask “He… signal me… he signal me saying… I’m his… obsession.” Samuel wide in shock what you said. “I see… okay listen, I’ll take you somewhere safe from here and-“ He was cut off by sound of scream coming from outside.
Both of you rush outside and few police officers follow you both behind. Once all of you are outside you see three police officer are dead on the concrete. You gasp in shock, Loomis bring your shaking form closer to him. The police officers split up with their partner to look for Michael Myers. The chief told Loomis to take you somewhere safe that he could find so the Boogeyman won’t find you.
“Quickly get inside my car, I’ll take you somewhere safe from here.” Both of you head into his car and drove off.
“Dr. Loomis… will I’ll be safe somewhere than here?” You gulp nervously. He look at you and look back at the road “Don’t worry, I’ll find a safe place where you’ll live a normal life than here.” He answer. You smile at him a little and look at front window.
You sigh softly look at the rear view mirror, suddenly your eyes caught sight of familiar white mask. You gasp in shock knowing who it is “He’s behind us!!! He’s- shit!” Michael slit Loomis neck causing him gurgle and his blood are coming out, then the car crash at the tree.
Michael get out the car and open the front door seeing you unconscious. He unbuckle the seat belt before grabbing your unconscious form from the car. He look at your face, he bring your face closer to his sniffing your scent. He shakily breath after sniffing your scent and it made him want more.
He smirk darkly behind his mask nuzzle his cheek mask on your head walking on the road taking you back to his house and lock you up where he’ll keep you from outside and never let you go from his grasp.
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He place you on the floor of his sister room putting shackle on your ankle that attached the wall. He pull his mask up kissing you on the forehead, he pull his mask down as he walk out the room shutting the door close, locking it.
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You flutter your eyes open, you groan tiredly and sat up, you look around and recognize where you are. Your back in Michael’s home, you felt something cold on your ankle, look down see shackle on your ankle.
“No…no no!” You place your hands on your face as you started to cry. The door slam open causing you jump in surprise, you slowly look over and meet Michael. He walk toward you then knee down front of you, staring at you.
His stare made youscared and uncomfortable, Michael notice sat down on the floor then grab your waist and place you on his lap wrapping his arms around your waist.
You sat there frozen, feeling his head nuzzle your hair made you wanna cry. “Please… let me go.” You whimper. Michael pull away from your hair grab your face force you to look at him.
He pull his mask up reveal his jawline then slam his lips to yours. You wide in shock what he did, he kiss you.
He broke away after long kiss pull his mask down then went back nuzzling your hair. You sigh in defeat that you decided your fate. You decided you stay with him because if you try to escape, he will find you and kill you if you dare. Your stuck with him in your life by his grasp and being… The Boogeyman Obsession.
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General Michael dating hcs!
Saw a post like this and I can't get over it.
He hovers over you 24/7 or he just stands next to you if you're taller than him.
Won't leave you alone fr
Oh you have to go to the bathroom? Okay but if you don't come back in 2 minutes he's knocking at the door.
You have to go out for some groceries? Yeah sure he definitely won't be stalking you at all..
Going out at night? Why? Are you cheating on him? It's dangerous! You could get hurt, stay with him.
Just blankly stares at you and whatever you're doing and he's going to spend half his life doing it.
Won't admit that he's worried constantly about you and that you could might be having an affair with someone else.
yandere or not, he's possessive and obsessive af we all know it so don't be surprised when he comes back home with everything you've glanced longer than 2 seconds at or when he everytime sometimes blocks the door when you say you're hanging out with someone or friends.
He completely devours whatever affection and attention you give him even if he doesn't show it. It's like
You: Drops all your love and affection here you go mikey!
Michael: Just stares at it and looks away.
You: goes away to do something.
Michael: looks at your love and affection and inhales that shit like a vaccum cleaner.
Show him the slightest bit of physical touch and he's *disgusted angry confused blushing* "wtf?? .... Do it again."
Just hope you don't mind a stalker lover.
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Michael Myers yandere alphabet please!?
I don't think there's many changes from the DBD one, but I'll do my best!
Yandere Alphabet - Michael Myers
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic (Unclear)
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking, Violence, Murder/Death, Blood, Possessive behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Marking with a knife, Forced companionship.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Michael is someone who would stay out of his obsession's sight for a long time. He is also shown to fixate on one target for long periods of time. His obsession is observing you, staying out of sight yet causing you anxiety.
Most of his obsession is the stalker stage. When he actually gets his hands on you his "affection" is rough. He is a yandere who seems more docile until he actually closes in on you... then he's intense.
Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?
Being a slasher and called literal "evil", safe to say he thrives off the mess he makes. He shows little emotion in general, especially towards blood and corpses.
Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?
Michael is silent yet imposing once he takes you in. He makes no sound but it's clear he wants you to stay where he's put you. He doesn't mock... he doesn't say much of anything, really.
He just likes to stare at you... the only thing you hear is his breathing through the mask.
Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?
If he feels you're going to try and avoid him, yes.
Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?
Not vulnerable and hard to read. Michael doesn't let you know anything about his intentions. Not being able to read him keeps you on edge.
Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?
Silent and stoic as usual, you can't tell. What you do know is he is at least annoyed due to his attempts to restrain you.
Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?
Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?
Hard to tell but I'd say no and he seems annoyed if you try to leave.
You're trying your luck.
Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?
With Michael there can be a lot. I'd say him killing your loved ones or even being rough with you to try and make you more docile.
Isolating you after the trauma that comes with getting rid of your loved ones is probably the worst.
Nothing specific comes to mind for him, he just feels he wants you... so that's that.
Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?
Hard to tell but he lashes out anyways, which makes it hard to tell if he's jealous or not.
Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?
Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?
He's not a fluffy type of affectionate, he's rough and intimidating. While he mainly stalks you, if he's up close his "adoration" comes off as violent. I doubt he knows how to show genuine affection.
I've stated before that he'd be fascinated if you had hair, to the point of tearing some out to keep it. He keeps all sorts of belongings that remind him of you.
He isn't empathetic and just knows to take what he wants.
Which ends up in some pain for you... on purpose or not.
Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?
Would start by stalking you. He watches your routine for possibly even months before he approaches. He takes things from you to soothe his obsession.
That is until it all builds up... leaving him desperate for more...
Right until he takes you away.
Not really. His mercy isn't even entirely mercy.
Naughty: How would they punish their darling?
Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?
I imagine Michael would do some cruel things to punish. What comes to mind is cutting your skin ever so slightly. Enough to learn your lesson... but not enough to kill.
Cruel, but he's done worse...
He could do so much worse.
Most if not all of them.
Patience: How patient are they with their darling?
Very patient.
Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?
Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?
Hard to tell... but it seems like yes or he just doesn't let people know.
He will get volatile if anyone brings you up... so I guess that's a hint.
No and no.
Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?
Hard to say, upbringing?
Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?
He leaves you alone for the most part, maybe feels a bit irritated but gives you your space.
Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?
I'm just not going to answer this question as the answer is most likely yes when it comes to my work
Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?
Signaling help or trying to incapacitate him. Good luck, you'll need it.
Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?
Yes, unfortunately.
Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?
Not a worship yandere but would slaughter any who try to take you.
Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?
Months, maybe even years.
Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?
Yes.
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RZ!Michael Myers Masterlist
Fics:
A Night to Dismember - Michael Myers x Fem!Reader
Headcanons:
Imagines/Scenarios:
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Hello, I was wondering if you could please do headcanons for yandere Jason voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, and Michael Myers (separately) with a darling who clings to things while they sleep (pillows, blankets, stuffies, people, basically anything that’s in the same bed as them).
Yandere Slashers with an S/O who Clings to things in their Sleep
It's strange not having to write character dialogue for 2/3 characters in here, but it's alright. Feels weird, but it's still alright.
Jason Voorhees
× Jason's cabin has a few blankets and such that can be used, and unless some teenager brings some he ultimately has nothing but himself to give to you. Not that he complains however, he finds it quite cute, but wonders why this habit began. Were you clinging to him because you wanted warmth, was it too cold in here? Nonetheless, Jason is glad to provide warmth in whatever way he can.
× Despite is eagerness, is not quite sure if you're willing to allow him to be the thing you cling to just yet. He won't make many moves unless given a signal or if the two of you have bonded more recently, and is quick to apologize if they have misread a signal. When you finally get to the point where you latch onto him, he secretly worries about if he smells bad to you or if you'd be mad if he moved a little.
× His apprehensiveness diminishes quickly once boundaries and such are placed, and is more than happy to lay there as you fall asleep. If you don't mind, he'd play with your hair a little, seeing as though he doesn't need sleep and he gets bored a bit quickly. But either way is more than happly to spend more time with you.
Michael Myers
× Michael is very...distant even to an S/O, and no matter how obsessed he is, this behavior doesn't ever change. Sure, he'll give you things to cling onto, but if you want him? Yeah, sorry no, that ain't happening any time soon. Is very quick to push you away if attempted, and if they do have to lay down with you there's a wall of blankets and pillows protecting him from you.
× Can eventually be swayed to after awhile, but stays there until he's sure you won't wake up if he moves, then scoots away. It's not that he doesn't like it, he just thinks he has better things to do. But after staying late up into the night, when he believes nothing else can be done and that he can rest easy, every once in a blue moon, he'll sneek back into your arms. Moving anything you may have been snuggling with out of the way to make room for him.
× Don't tease him about it, otherwise it's never happening again. Don't let him know you were awake too, he might get a little annoyed by that. Eventually, when he trusts you enough, he'll let you. Hell, if he's in a good mood, he may even wrap his arms around you too. Just don't say anything about it, or ever bring it up.
Brhams Heelshire
× Is arguably the most excited about this little discovery, and is quick to try and be the thing you grasp onto in the middle of the night. He has no shame in asking for this as a reward, and takes away anything that you could possibly told onto until you promise to hold him. In which case, he secretly plans on this to become a daily occurrence.
× Will eventually start to whine and beg if he isn't allowed to due to bad behavior, but will eventually cave in so he can be in your arms. He likes it, he finds it endearing and very convenient for him to have someone like you, seeing as though he's touch-starved and in need of constant validation and affection. Doesn't leave or get up at any point in time until you let him go, and even then when you wake up he's holding on for at least an extra 15 minutes.
× He's more than happy with the attention and the snuggling given to him, and is so excited to be able to cuddle on up with you. And although he isn't pleased when he doesn't make it in time and your already sleeping with an extra pillow in you arms, but it's okay. Cause he doesn't care if he wakes you, he's taking that pillow, throwing it to the other side of the god damn bed, and taking its spot.
"...Stay with me here...Please."
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Yandere Michael Myers H/Cs
His love for you isn’t love. It’s just an obsession. Which he has totally fallen for it fogged his mind to have you for his selfish desires
He doesn’t care if it hurts you or not, he would willingly hurt you if it meant you wouldn’t leave him. Which is why you would have a bunch of different injuries.
He would rather have you die then let you go. There’s no love in this. Just a delusional thought that he loves you.
He’d sneak into your house and take you when you’re babysitting Tommy. He take his hands and put them around your neck and squeeze. Til the point where he almost does kill you, but knocks you out.
You would be put in Judith’s old room in the Myers residence. Sleeping on a dirty mattress and a falling apart blanket. Having to be stuck in that room is hell, its hot as fuck in there and it feels like your being baked alive.
He’d make you fear him. Threatening you with his sharp knife. Holding your wrist tight, choking you til you almost die. Tugs your hair leaves hickeys and bruises all over you.
Kills everyone in your life that he knows of. Wanting you to himself. Selfish bastard.
He was cruel to you as a kid but now he’s more crueler. Where you wished you die.
Would try to kill you in when Laurie shows up. Ruining things, before the police show up. He’s holding you up with your neck up against the wall. Your hand desperately grabbing at his. Trying to get some air. He then holds his knife to your throat bringing it down to your abdomen. Before the police could shoot.
He’d place his knife through your soft skin. Blood splattered on your side. As you held it crying. Thinking you’ll die he leaves before they come in. Somehow you survived probably because he spared you with one stab.
He’ll soon learn that you didn’t die he’d try his hardest to get you back not to kill you though. But to keep you as toy. Something he could play with until it breaks. He loves you so much.
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DBD Micheal Myers x reader
Notes: my first request! that i accidentally deleted along with the entire finished fic, kill me. also im not very happy w how this turned out, maybe it'd be better if i knew how dbd worked
Warnings: some violence (cuz it's dbd), fluffyyy, Michael is a stalker
You were soo frustrating to him
In all the trials he's had with you you always managed get away without so much as getting grabbed or slashed at
And the way you would look at him when you caught him stalking you always made him feel some type of way
Which is why he thought finally having you cornered would please him
But it didn't
not at all
God knows how long it's been since Michael felt something other than bloodlust, if he ever has at all
But in this moment, looking into your wide open, fear filled eyes, he felt protectiveness surge through him like lightning
What had you done to him?
He was quick to snap out of this trance though
He threw you over his shoulder with ease and began walking toward the hooks
Yeah, maybe hooking you would make these stupid feelings go away
But if that really were the case why did every step he took become slower and more hesitant? Why did the idea of hurting you feels so...wrong?
He had considered loosening his hold on you and letting you struggle out of his grasp but was quick to scold himself for such thoughts
What the fuck had you done to him?
He's done this hundreds, if not thousands of times before, why would you be any different?
With that in mind he threw you onto the rusty hook, the instrument piercing through your shoulder
He took a step back and simply looked at you for a while as you writhed in pain
And in this moment he realized
This would be the first and last time he would ever hurt you
And just as fast as he'd hooked you he lifted you off it, although the action was very unfamiliar
He set you on the ground carefully as you doubled over in pain, your mind racing
You hesitantly looked up at the man as he towered over you
Teary-eyed with bloody hair clinging to the sides of you face
God, how Micheal loves your eyes, seeing them looking at him (and only him), watching your pupils expand and shrink, seeing them move around, seeing them alive
Seeing you alive
Whereas you saw it, he had nothing but malice for you, which is why as soon as you got your footing you were off, running to finish the last couple generators
Every trial with him from then on was rather easy
He'd spend the entire time stalking you, whether you noticed or not
Most of the time your teammates managed to get away with you, no harm done, but god forbid any of them got too close to you or him
Even worse, if they obscured his view of you he'd tunnel the fuck out of them
You're not safe from his stalking outside of trials either
You and the other survivors thought this was due to some one-sided beef between you two, while from Michael's point of view it was the exact opposite
Some of your friends began teasing you, saying that he's got a crush on you
No one actually thought that though
I mean cmon, Michael Myers? The Shadow? One of the most feared killers in this hellhole having a crush?
Yet you couldn't help but be curious
Why was he acting like this? To intimate you? nah...
You could only imagine what he was thinking as he glared at you. It felt like he was taunting you by simply standing there outside the camp
Even though his mask made his eyes look like nothing but two dark abysses you could feel him staring straight through you
Curiosity killed the cat right? Or in this case, curiosity got the cat a giant overprotective and possessive boyfriend
Plus you desperately needed to scavenge
He was nowhere to be seen so you crossed the barrier between safety and the woods
No matter where you were in the forest you couldn't help but constantly feel watched, yet every time you looked around, no one was there
But when you turned around to start heading back you head first into the broad chest of yours truly
Feeling unsettled, you try to simply walk past him but he grabs you by your wrist tightly and suddenly making you flip back around to face him
What follows is a bunch of awkward silence
You try to tug your hand back but he just won't let go, even pleading doesn't work
So for the next few hours you have to walk around with Micheal attached to you
He won't even let you go back to the camp
When you eventually get tired, Michael notices
He pick you up like you weigh nothing and finds a place you can rest w him
You've got your back to his chest as he leans back onto the base of a large tree, his hands are now firmly wrapped around your middle, and every time you shift even a little his hands wrap around you tighter
He may be an awful murderer, but it's terribly comforting to lay in the strong arms of someone else, someone who is twice your size nonetheless, who has actually been (relatively) respectful despite the circumstances of where you are
The only way you're getting out of this is by getting summoned for a trial (hopefully w him <3)
This is usually how it is now
You often hang out with him in and out of trials (he gets jealous when you're with someone else)
If another killer or survivor is mean to you there will be consequences
Overtime he'll definitely open up more, the day you kissed the lips of his mask was lowkey (highkey) the best day of his life
Overall a very odd and possessive guy but he loves you, so it's ok
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Yandere!Michael Myers x Reader - Fascination (Female)
| MASTERLIST |
Fandom: Halloween (Rob Zombie)
Pairing: Michael Myers/Fem!Reader
Warnings: NON-CON, implied kidnapping, obsessive/possessive behavior, choking, vaginal fingering, oral sex, deepthroating, size difference, implied/mentioned breeding kink, belly bulge, somnophilia, referenced vomiting
Notes: This took me three fucking days to write and is purely indulgent kink hell. (Ugh, I’m rusty.) RZ Michael has always been my favorite (and no, it’s not because my name is Angel - er, Angela), and I’ve finally mustered up the courage to write for him!
Please note that I DO NOT promote real-life sexual assault. This is merely a work of fiction meant to be erotic. If sexual assault is a trigger for you, then I would advise you leave this oneshot now.
Fingers pressed eagerly against you, cupping your pussy as a thumb rubbed methodical circles into your clit.
You squirmed and jolted and whimpered against the man who held you to his chest, his heavy breaths hot against your ear. Pleasure bloomed in the pit of your gut with fingers slipping past your wet folds, pain chasing behind with the pressure of his hand squeezing your neck.
How had you landed in the clutches of Haddonfield’s worst nightmare? Even you struggled to figure that out, and the sensations of his fingers fucking into your dripping cunt did not help.
You gripped at his left arm, feebly trying to pull it away from your neck, but that only earned you a deep growl and a tightening around your windpipe. Black danced around your vision as you struggled to gasp, the pain a toxic tango with the arousal deep in your belly.
“St-- stoh--” you choked, tears prickling your eyes as you clawed at his coveralls before your head fell back against his shoulder, the latex smooth and unsettlingly cold against your cheek. “Ulgh--!”
Michael’s heart was pounding against your chest, the most emotion you think you’d ever seen from the silent killer. He leaned forward as if to see his handiwork when he pulled his hand from your panties, making your hips jolt again. Slowly pulling apart and sticking his fingers back together, he admired the translucent tendrils of arousal that clung to them like webbing.
Your chest heaved with panting breaths, your body quivering in both the cold and your cooling pleasure. When he brought his hand closer, you could smell yourself on his hand - and it made your stomach clench; from nausea or arousal, you couldn’t tell. His other hand trailed from your neck to your cheek, and his thumb prodded at the side of your mouth.
Weakly your lips parted, and you let out a muffled moan of protest as he stuck his fingers in. The tang of your sex filled your senses, danced on your tongue and made you choke as he pushed them fully inside, nearly hitting the back of your throat.
A huff, perhaps of amusement, and his fingers popped out of your mouth, leaving a string of saliva between your tongue and his hand. His other hand stroked your cheek before going back down to your throat, pinching loosely while the other disappeared into your panties once more.
A guttural whine escaped your throat when a third finger prodded through your lips, splaying open with the other two already inside. The stretch bordered on uncomfortable, but thanks to how wet you were they easily pressed against your walls. His thumb continued to press on your clit, and unwanted, delicious electricity sparked through your body as your hips jerked and jolted in his lap. The bulge in his coveralls pressed snugly against your ass, hot and twitching with every accidental grind against him.
A low groan vibrated through his throat and sent a pleasant buzz through your head, still nestled in the crook of his neck. As if rewarding you, his thumb pressed harder at your clit and coaxed you into your first orgasm of the night.
You screamed, back arching as the coil of arousal in your belly snapped, and waves of electric pleasure shot through your body and ended at your pussy, convulsing and gushing around his hand.
Michael’s breathing quickened, and his free thumb stroked along the edge of your jaw in a cruel facsimile of a lover, the danger belied in the soft touch of his hands, the way his arm loosened slightly around your neck and trailed down to cup your ample chest.
It took all of your might not to cringe away, knowing the worst would return. Your neck still bore bruises from when you first woke here, sore even as your pleasure overrode your pain.
His fingers squeezed you through your nightgown, the soft fabric all that stood between him and his prize.
You didn’t have the energy to fight.
Shivering as he took his right hand out of your panties, you gasped when he moved to grab the knife at the bedside table. Your entire form stiffened against him, trembling slightly as he brought it closer to your face; it was as if he was warning you to behave.
Slowly, the knife lowered. You squeezed your eyes shut, tears trickling down your cheeks.
When the blade caught on the elastic of your panties, a low keening sound left your throat. In one movement the garment tore down the center, the blade barely missing your sensitive sex. The knife was returned to the table, and he grabbed at the ruined fabric, yanking it from your legs. Your knees clacked together, your eyes following your panties as they were flung across the room before landing on the cold floor.
His arm forced your legs back open, and with a yelp you were lifted from his lap and rested on the bed with your beet-red face shoved into the blankets. Your hands immediately sought purchase on the bed when your hips were raised further. Your knees rested atop his crossed legs, and a rustling caught your attention.
Before you could turn to look at him, he shoved your face back into the blanket, a muffled exclamation your only protests as something soft and ticklish hit your bare ass.
Your fingers clenched on the ratty old blanket when you felt a hot breath against your core and stubble scratching against the back of your thighs before he forced your legs back open. Your pussy involuntarily clenched, a rippling shiver going up your back. A test, a cautious stripe licked up your lips made you jolt backward. His hands gripped your hips tightly, forcing you to stay still as that same tongue trailed back down towards your clit.
An aroused huff warmed your pussy as you felt him press his face harder against your ass, teeth and tongue exploring your quivering sex with the voracity of a starving man in the face of a feast. Lewd squelching and slurping filled the room along with your breathy moans as you attempted to muffle your voice in the blanket. A stale taste hit your tongue as you bit into it, and you quickly pulled back out of disgust.
“Mmmmmmm...” You could hear - and feel - him groan against you, the vibrations rippling through your pussy and making you arch your back in ecstasy.
“Agh... fuck,” you hissed quietly, biting your lip as his tongue pushed deeper. You had no way of knowing whether or not he’d done this before, but at the moment it didn’t matter. His entire mouth engulfed your sex and he was eating you as if you were the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. Despite how much you didn’t want to, it sent a warmth through your chest, a stab of confidence in the face of insecurity. “Michael...!”
His fingers tightened their hold on your hips in response to his name rolling off your tongue, his tongue pushing for a certain spot that made you gasp.
“Michael!” You squealed again, feeling his thumb brush against your clit. The jolt of electricity made you shudder beneath, your fingers almost numb from cold and how tightly they were twisted in the blanket.
Another deep, heady groan left him as he pulled back - just as your orgasm was fast approaching. You whined, hips shaking, as he set you down.
Your arm was grabbed, your pliant body yanked into his and stealing the breath from your lungs. As you turned, shocked, his hand covered your eyes and lips met yours. The tang of your arousal hit your taste buds, and you let out a surprised breath from your nose as he pulled away and shoved you down into his lap.
Warmth blossomed against your cheek, as well as something big - and hard. You swallowed, looking back up only to see the mask on again. Though his eyes weren’t fully visible, you could feel him staring down at you. No words were needed: you knew what he was waiting for.
Grunting as you got up onto your elbows, you stared at the bulge in his coveralls fearfully. Trembling fingers found the buttons at his neck, and you stared up at him with bated breath.
Michael stared back.
Several long moments of silence passed before his hands found yours, completely engulfing them. He attempted to move your fingers so that they undid the first button before pulling back after failing to do so.
You nodded quietly before scooting closer, deftly undoing the first button. Quiet snaps echoed through the empty room along with his breathing as more and more of his toned body was revealed. Soft skin and muscles that ran hard under your fingers as you trailed them down his chest in awe before directing your attention to the line of button-snaps that trailed down to his straining crotch.
A silent breath left your parted lips as he leaned back on his hands, the coveralls revealing more of his toned physique. Despite your fear of the one they called Boogeyman, a flicker of desire kindled itself when you finally undid the last snap, and when Michael shifted you were able to pull out the erection twitching against his stomach.
It bounced free of the fabric and was weighty in your hands. Sizeable and girthy, the dick you held pulsed with warmth and elicited a deep groan from the man above as you began to stroke it. Squeezing softly, you shifted your grip so that you could fit your whole hand around it. A creamy, almost pearly substance was already leaking from the tip.
Michael’s hips jerked, pushing his dick further into your hand, and the feeling of being intently watched made shivers go up and down your spine. When you dared a glance up at him, from what you could see of his eyes they were half-lidded with arousal burning in his stare.
One of his hands trailed up your cheek, making you flinch - his thumb caressed your jawline, then trailed up towards your scalp. You braced for the pain, but the only thing he did was tug you closer to his dick.
“Ow-- what, what?” You winced, looking up with confusion. “You mean...?”
He tugged again, and your lips barely pressed against the flushed tip.
Tears gathered in your eyes as you nodded silently. Stroking up the shaft a few more times, you hesitantly opened your mouth and took the head inside.
At the feeling of your tongue against the underside, he let out another huff and leaned his head back, yet he kept his fingers tangled in your hair.
The taste was... nearly indescribable. The sharp cut of sweat, the tang of precum that reminded you of your own... He smelled musky, of masculine pheremones that lit up places you didn’t know you had. The fullness in your mouth meant drool gathered at the corners of your mouth and seeped slowly down your chin, damp spots appearing in his lap when they dribbled off your jaw.
You whimpered when his hand in your hair urged you further down on his cock, the tip dangerously close to making you gag despite not having taken him all the way. Michael didn’t seem impressed, and instead forced you to take him in farther.
You gagged as his cock was shoved down your throat. You could almost feel bile rising, but miraculously you were able to shove it back down before you could vomit - you just knew that if you were to puke all over The Shape, he would surely behead you right here.
Breathing through your nose was hard, harder than fitting his thick cock in your mouth and down your throat. Gurgling gasps punctuated each thrust of his hips towards your face, his breathing growing raspier and raspier until--
--he pulled you back and you gasped for air, eyes wide and teary, chin sticky with drool.
He stared at you for a few moments as if admiring his work, and he tugged at your hair again to get you to get up.
You struggled to your knees, one hand on your throat, the other on his knee for balance. You glanced back and forth, from him to his dick and back again, confused. It was still twitching with belated release, head red and weeping sticky, viscous precum - and then he grabbed your hip, tugging you forward and into his lap.
You yelped when you were turned and sat down between his crossed legs, dick snug and wet against your ass.
No.
You’d thought he would just be content with messing around with you... you hadn’t thought he’d actually want to...!
Michael lifted your hips, positioning himself with his other hand.
“Please, please don’t do this, no, Michael,” you pleaded quietly, trying to twist around so that you could get a good look at his face.
Your appeals to sympathy didn’t work, however, and he squeezed your hip tighter in a bruising grip before pressing at your pussy lips.
Despite your own thoughts about the situation, your body was eagerly aching for him. Your pussy was pulsing with need, dripping and easily parted when he pressed into you.
“No...!” You keened, pushing back against his chest as the head sank into your pliant cunt.
Thanks to his teasing, you were able to take his girth; but the uncomfortable stretch threatened to burn from inside as he shoved in with a long, shaky groan.
“No,” you hung your head and sobbed. “Michael, please... I’m sorry, please pull out...”
He didn’t listen. If anything, he seemed annoyed at your desperation and jerked his hips towards yours, filling you with one move.
Your scream echoed in the empty bedroom as the his cock bumped your cervix head-on, your stomach swirling with nausea and a deep pain that threatened to make you vomit.
Michael didn’t seem to care, pulling you back against his chest, his hand resting over your navel as he began to bounce you on his cock. His breathing was heavy and quick, and you could feel his pulse racing from where your head was nestled over his bare, slightly-sweaty chest.
When you looked down, you almost felt sicker - with every thrust inside of you, you could see a protrusion underneath the killer’s fingertips - and he brushed them across it gently, almost affectionately. What was he thinking?
A sharp gasp escaped when he paused just to turn you around. Once you were facing that disturbing, emotionless white mask, he lay you down so that your head rested on the pillow and grabbed your legs, only to throw them over his shoulders, his pace suddenly increasing when his hands returned to your waist.
You cried out, hands scrabbling for purchase to keep your head from hitting the frame with every thrust against you. Hot tears soaked the pillow you lay on, your lips bitten and raw from how hard you tried to stifle your voice.
The Shape’s head was tilted back in pleasure, soft grunts muffled by the mask as he studied you with a searing stare.
“Mi- ch-- ugh-- haa--” the breath was punched from your lungs as his hips shifted, fucking you deep. A delicious fullness settled in your mind like a fog, leaving you dazed and groggy.
Your nightgown was bunched up around your shoulders like a scarf, leaving your bare body on display. Briefly, one of his hands left your waist to cup one of your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling his thumb around your pebbled nipples. You shivered, bringing one hand up to grab at his.
He squeezed once more before interlacing your fingers together, bringing your arm above your head.
Why was he doing this? If he wanted to violate you, why bother pretending to care?
“Michael,” you mewled, arching your back with a choked gasp when his thumb found your clit. “Agh-- MICHAEL! FUCK!”
Much like before, your arousal was sharply building, spurred by the pressure rolling your clit. You squirmed and cried, the friction of his cock and the electric jolts flashing through your stomach almost too much to bear.
Michael leaned over you, your knees knocking almost painfully into your ribs as he pinched and rolled your pearl, intent on dragging you into an orgasm.
Not a few seconds later, it hit you like a brick, and your mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes flying wide as your back arched off the pillow. It took a moment for your voice to follow, and a straggled scream wrenched itself from your throat at the waves of euphoria.
Michael grunted as your pussy clenched around him, and he thrusted a few more times before pressing himself as far as he could inside you.
A powerful feeling, something warm shooting inside, made you writhe against the mattress. Still he kept you locked in place, watching you intensely as you worked your way down from the high.
Even when he was finished coming, he didn’t pull out. Not even as your eyelids began to flutter shut in exhaustion, not even as you let out a wordless mumble of protest, hands coming up to push at his broad chest.
Michael, for his merit, was seemingly patient with you now, grasping your hands and holding them down, gaze washing over your exhausted, sweaty form: your heaving breasts, your flushed face, the hair that clung to your damp skin, your fluttering stomach (and the bulge that snugly remained, something that sent new heat to his softening cock).
As you finally lay back, a sudden drowsiness creeping up onto you, you felt him grow hard again.
“No...” you mumbled, a pained moan escaping your agape lips as he began moving inside you once more.
You couldn’t fight. All you could do was succumb.
You should’ve known he was never going to just let you go.
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Platonic yandere father Michael Myers headcanons
When you two had met a few years before his first escape from the asylum
Your father had been committed to the asylum because of his hallucinations causing him to flip out and hurt you and your mother
Your mother became a shell of a person, she became depressed to the point she would neglect you by leaving you in dirty diapers while she slept on the pull out sofa bed and drank
The only time she would lighten up would be when you both visited your father
But because your mother was so engrossed in her conversation with your father you tended to wander around
After Michael was escorted to the cafeteria to have lunch, he noticed you at the door way
Michael had a private lunch time because of his hostile actions and the guards had left to deal with another problematic patient so it was just the two of you
You moved closer, sat down and rolled your toy ball towards him
Michael not knowing what to do, picked up the ball and inspected it before rolling it back to you which earned him a delighted giggle and you clapping your hands in joy
You both went back and forth with the ball before you got up and moved to where he was stood
You tugged on his uniform and put your hands up before cheerfully squealing “up”
Michael was fascinated by you, why weren’t you scared of him? He was meant to be big and scary?
You demanded to be held again so Michael complied and picked you up and held you to his chest
He felt somewhat joyful when he held you, you were so tiny and he could have easily snapped your neck but strangely he didn’t feel the unstoppable urge to kill you?
When you mother had gone looking for you and found an actual murderer holding you as you slept, she understandable called for the guards and started to freak out
The noise woke you up and stressed you out so you started sobbing into Michael’s chest
Michael took this as the guard, that was trying to calmly to get Michael to put you down, was upsetting you
So when the guard reached over to get you, Michael clutched you closer to him and broke the man’s arm
Doctor Loomis was informed of the situation and rushed over to see his usually stoic and unresponsive patient trying to comfort a small crying child by holding them close to him and patting their back
He calms down the situation and brings the mother forward so that the child could respond to her
You tugged Michaels uniform again and make grabby hands towards your mother and Michael follows your silent command and brings you to your mother who grabs you quickly away from Michael before rushing out the door
Michael makes and attempt to follow but is stop by guards and is only calmed down when doctor Loomis promises that he’ll see you again
Loomis makes a deal with your mother that she would be paid every time she brings you to see Michael and that she would have to sign a contract saying that if you are hurt or killed by Michael then no one at the asylum would be legally responsible
Your mother wanted to refuse for your safety but because of the lack of work she accepted seeing this as easy money
You were brought three times a week to visit Michael so Loomis could observe you both and see Michaels reactions to you
Every time you visited you would go straight to Michaels bed and made him lie down and nap with you for a bit
He hates to see leave and will try to keep you as long as he physically can by distracting you or just refusing to let go of you
When it was mentioned that your father was at the asylum and Michael was faced with an intense jealousy and hurt because he knew he would never biologically be your child and there would be no biological ties to him
He also overheard what your father did to you and how he would hurt you whenever he was hallucinating
When he finds this out he finds out how much he resents the idea of you being hurt and shocks himself when he thinks about the fact that he cares for someone other then himself
He kills your father and is banned from seeing you for a month as a form as punishment
You will be used as a form of punishment for him by Loomis which actually gets Michael to calm down because of how much he worries about you and misses you when your not visiting him
He eventually breaks out and does it when your visiting him so he can take you with him
He takes you to the Myers residence and tries his best at raising you
He has to be with you if you leave the house, you assume it’s because he cares about you and he does it has nothing to do with the fact your face is on every missing person poster in the town at all…
He would love to be with you all the time but when he needs to go out and get food and other resources, he locks the door and leaves you with some toys
He doesn’t really like the idea of you growing up so he goes into denial about it
When you outgrow toys or childish books he kind of just ignores your complaints
Just don’t try to sneak out because the last time you tried he physically wouldn’t let go of you for hours on end
He almost broke a bone or two because of him putting his entire weight on your smaller frame
If you get closer to any romantic interests then Michael will kill them without a second thought and when confronted about it he simple writes on a piece of paper that your too young to go outside or date
When you try to explain to him that you had physically grown and that you were now 16 he simply covered you mouth with his hand to shut you up before hugging you
You were one of the only things that ever brought him joy and he’s not letting you leave him
If he was ever caught and brought back to the asylum you would continue to visit him and tell him about how you were doing in school and such
He hated hearing about your school life and friends because he knew that if he was still out their you and him would’ve been at his home right about now
If you send him letters the address and stamp will be removed for you safety but Michael will somehow over hear where you live now and will be plotting already to break out and “rescue you”
So he does and when he finds your home he kills your mother for “keeping you from him” before kidnapping you and taking you back to his home
He doesn’t care if you resist, he sees you as his daughter so your coming with him wether you like it or not
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I can totally see Michael Myers in dead by daylight constantly watching his platonic darling from afar, keeping an eye on them. I wonder what kind of platonic yandere dead by daylight ghostface would be though. I think he has a more playful personality, so I could see him being almost the Deadpool type personality wise.
Michael would definitely be that stalker type who has no real intentions to interact with his darling in person whatsoever. Or maybe he just doesn’t know how? He feels more comfortable just watching and keeping his distance. It’s what he’s used to, it’s what he’s good at. Even long after having already taken his darling, Michael still wouldn’t really interact with him. The most interaction there is is when he brings his darling food or things to keep them occupied when he’s not around. On the rare occasion he may stay with them a bit longer then usual, it’s never for too long though, he just silently watches them not making any effort to talk or touch them. He just sits and stares, watching them and nothing more. The only time Michael ever lays a finger on his darling is when they make a run for it, other then that there isn’t anything else he really does. Except for watching of course.
Danny on the other hand is the complete opposite of Michael. Sure he is still very much a stalker type but unlike Michael he thrives off interacting with his darling. He loves getting whatever reaction he can elicit from them, especially when they’re scared. He doesn’t just keep it to stalking though, no Danny likes playing with his prey before actually going in for the taking. Especially when it comes to his darling. He’ll toy with them long before he kidnaps them. He likes leaving them gifts and even on the occasion a note or letter if he’s feeling particularly playful. It lets them know that he’s around and in their home while also giving them a good scare and getting one of his favorite kind of reactions out of them. Once he actually takes them though he won’t falter in any of his antics. If anything he’ll only toy with them so much worse. Not to mention unlike Michael, there won’t be a quiet moment with Danny. He would be very in his darling’s face once he has them. On the rare occasion he’s not clinging to them or talking their ear off then that means something’s wrong and Danny can be very unpredictable so they should be on their guard.
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Base Yandere Michael Myers Headcanons: Patience
[Hello My Sexy Muffins I am here with a new Chapter of the spooky season! Which is Michael Myers! Please Enjoy!]
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(DISCLAIMER: Michael Myers is not Yandere in canon. This is just for fun, not to be taken seriously at all. Simping for fictional slashers and fictional yanderes is fine. As long as you separate fiction from reality. These characters and yanderes are not ideal partners to have in real life!)
(Once again Enjoy!)
-Base Yandere Headcanons with Michael Myers-
.It depends on what timeline you have for Michael but we will go with the most recent one.
.Michael Myers was always a bit off.
.He never really was right, always the weird almost scary one.
.The night came when he killed his older sister Judith.
.Becoming a mute fully afterward.
.It would be years later until Micheal came back to Haddonfield after being locked away in a mental facility.
.That is where he met you, a young person just barely an adult.
.Something about you made him feel something, something he has never felt before in his life.
.Being a few days before Halloween Michael began to stalk you.
.Watching you through your window, following you to the store, and breaking into your home.
.He was obsessed. He wanted NO needed you.
.He was a yandere without mercy. Killing everyone in his way. Young, old, male, female, dog!?!
(Yup he killed Fido: that son of a B)
.He also is a bit of a sadist, he does not take a long time drawing out deaths.
.But the deaths of his rivals will be extremely painful nonetheless.
.so he is into stalking you as one of his main Yandere types.
.He is in it for the long haul.
.So that night once he finally gets to you, he confesses his feelings to you.
.If you accept his love then you will be fine.
.If you do not he will begin to choke you right there slowly.
.Because if he cannot have you then no one can.
.Either way, he is captured and spends the next thirty to forty years in the mental health facility.
.But he did not forget about you, oh no not at all.
.He has been waiting decades to get his hands on you, to make you his once more.
.Because he is a patient Yandere, waiting for the very right time to get out and make you, his.
.You have moved on with your life got married and had either dogs or cats or kids or maybe all three.
.You were one of the ones told that Michael was back.
.gripping your throat where those merciless hands had tried to take your life.
.Michael won't lose you a second time, he is going to find you, punish you, and make you, his.
.Just like you were always meant to be, or you will die
(If you want to see me do Michael x nurse reader/listener comment below)
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed and stay sexy all of my sexy spooky muffins!]
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