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Michael Myers (RZ adaptation) Dating headcanons *sfw and nsfw*

Requested: no

Tw: smut, mentions of knifeplay and other taboo kinks

Sfw headcanons

We all know he doesnt talk so if he wants something he scribbles it down on a piece of paper or whatevers avaliable

Hes not a huge fan of being touched without him initiating it first unless hes having a good day but those are few and far between (especially around halloween) so try and keep your hands to yourself

He wont comort you much if at all unless youre really struggling with something, the most you can expect from him is a hand on your shoulder and a head tilt

If you cook for him he will love you forever because of it

Speaking of cooking, he definently prefers savory or sweet

If you really like music he will listen to it with you unless its really loud or fast paced

if you like soft rock then good news, so does he! hes okay with any music honestly and wont judge you (too much) for your preferences

if you dress alternatively you can expect him to bring you clothes/accessories from his victims as a gift! it makes him happy if you wear his gifts around the house and in general

he will let you kiss him without his mask eventually, but for a while he wont take off his mask or lift it up for you (i hope you like kissing rubber)

Nsfw headcanons

hes definently packing, like 9-10 inches at least

he goes hard and fast and lasts 6-7 rounds back to back

he will fuck you anywhere anytime

doesnt enjoy using toys in general unless you ask beg him to let you use them but he only lets use them on yourself

will not let you top him like ever, he likes being in control of you in bed

hes into knife play, blood play, dacryphyllia (crying), overstimulation, cnc, biting

loves watching you fuck yourself, especially if you dont notice him at first

Memes made by yours truly, a mentally ill person with daddy issues.

I'm disappointed in myself. Sorry mom and dad.

reblog from insta 'cause why not

" I could fix him" so could i but i want him broken and angry, the sex is gonna be WILD

*starving victorian child*: please, sir? may i have some more?

(please work at your own pace and prioritize your physical and mental well-being over everything. this was fantastic and i’m ecstatic to read more! please tag me in any updates)

See the Devil in I - Michael Myers x Reader

Masterlist

Prologue ~

Summary: Dr. Loomis knew Michael was dangerous, but the day had come where Michael had to be let out on good behaviour. When Laurie was told she had a brother she never knew about that could be placed in her care if she consented, Laurie’s roommate y/n decided to stay and live with Laurie and the notorious Michael Myers.

"Laurie Strode, are you aware why you're here today?" Asked a lawyer, formally.

The lawyer sat at a table in the centre of a white, plain, clean-looking room. On the lawyers left was a Smiths Grove Sanitarium doctor, and on his right sat famed killer, Michael Myers.

Michael sat there quiet as ever. Thick leather straps kept has arms and legs tight to the chair. Guards with batons lined the walls and door, watching and waiting for him to so much as lift a finger.

Two people sat across the table, one of which was Laurie.

"Yes I know why I'm here, it's kind of what we've been working towards." Laurie replied slightly incredulously.

"Yes I know, but it's a formality. I have to know that you know the situation, just so we can avoid any misconceptions or gaps in understanding."

It was then that the doctor took over, explaining things that Laurie already knew, as a 'formality'. "Laurie, over the last six weeks you've been coming here and meeting with your brother, Michael Myers. Over this period, there have been no incidents and no reports of Michael displaying violent behaviour. Now I know you knew this from the start, but we've now reached the point where if you feel ready and comfortable, Michael can move into house arrest and probation under your care as his only living relative, as you are of legal age."

"Now Laurie," the lawyer continued with a professional smile, "unless you have any objections, please sign here, here, and here, to complete your end of the process!"

With a deep breath, Laurie decided yes, she was really doing this and taking a known killer, and apparently brother, into her home. So she signed at each line with a speedy hand.

"Wonderful!" Grinned the lawyer, hurrying everything along. "Now! Ms l/n! As Laurie's housemate, you've decided to continue living with her with the addition of Mr Myers, correct?"

"Yes sir," replied y/n, suddenly unsure now that she'd actually met Michael. Well, 'met' wasn't really the word. They haven't been formally introduced yet - while Laurie met Michael over those six weeks, y/n never did. Now here they sat, and y/n could see Michael's cold stare, tense muscles, and quiet, dangerous demeanour.

"Are you aware of Mr. Myers past crimes of murder?"

"Yes sir." The dead eyes of a murder stared at her, how could she not?

"If you consent to living with Mr. Myers as Ms. Strode's housemate, just sign here."

And she signed.

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A/N: ok! So that concludes the prologue! In this story, the Halloween films did take place, but not with Laurie, so she doesn't have a past with Michael - sorry for the confusion, but it works better for the story this way. Hope you're enjoying thus far, and feel free to comment any ideas for the story!

Hope you have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

Is it Halloween yet?

I don’t understand how they make slashers so fucking hot and expect us, mentally ill hoes to not wanting to get railed by them until we can’t walk and talk??? Like sorry some of us have mask kink and wanna get degraded?????

SLASHERS/HORROR CHARACTERS MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

MICHAEL MYERS

-coming soon!

JASON VOORHEES

-coming soon!

BILLY LOOMIS

-coming soon!

STU MACHER

-coming soon!

BUBBA SAWYER

-coming soon!

VINCENT SINCLAIR

-coming soon!

BO SINCLAIR

-coming soon!

LESTER SINCLAIR

-coming soon!

TIFFANY VALENTINE

-coming soon!

BABY FIREFLY

-coming soon!

DOOMHEAD

-coming soon!

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

-coming soon!

DARRY JENNER (Jeepers Creepers)

-coming soon!

ART THE CLOWN

-coming soon!

PENNYWISE

-coming soon!

This masterlist along with my others will be updated any time a new fic is dropped on in the process of being worked on.

This is great 👍🏼 I’m already so excited for the next chapter!!

Mine (Michel Myers x AFAB!Reader)

summary: before Michael was ever ‘The Shape’ of Haddonfield, he was just a boy. he was a boy in love with the girl across the road, his sister’s best friend— the only girl to show him kindness, love and warmth. you. 

Basically, Michael falls in love with his sister’s best friend at 6, who sometimes played emergency babysitter especially when Judith was fooling around with her bf. He clings to those memories growing up in the asylum until the day he breaks out, where he decides the first thing he wants to do is find you and keep you, your sunshine only for him. Reader is super girly and feminine, which just fuels michael’s possessiveness. 

cw: gore, violence, kidnapping, obsession, manhandling, possessiveness

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Michael remembers the first time he saw you in perfect, vivid detail. 

When things get bad at the asylum, he closes his eyes and remembers, and sometimes it feels like he’s really there all over again. It’s like he’s four all over again, sitting on the sofa with the TV turned on, squashed between Mom and Dad. They still loved him, then. They act differently now, so remembering is like remembering different people. 

But everything was different. 

He remembers the door swinging open so roughly, it smacked the wall with a bang. In strolled Judith, and after, you. And he couldn’t stop looking at you. 

“Judith! I swear to-”

You, frowning at something Judith was saying, quickly schooling your expression when you noticed Michael and his parents. An uneasy smile settled over your face as you turned to his sister and glared that little bit. You looked so fierce. He’d wondered what you were warning her about with that look, because Judith had passed you a smile so smug back. A smile that said trouble of all sorts of alarming degrees, but that was Judith. And that trouble would later become Danny. 

This is where Michael started to get a little distracted. It all starts to come back when he remembers-

Back to you. 

You were so angelic back then. His parents had loved you. Judith, while often mistreating you and taking your kindness for granted, was protective of you for as much as her selfishness would allow. That wasn’t much. It wasn’t long until Danny burst into the picture and whenever you were available and their parents weren’t, he was kicked out into your house. But that wasn’t so bad. He liked your house. 

And he liked you. Loved you. 

Not in the way he loved his mom and dad, or the way he loved Judith, even if he was sometimes so mad at her he thought he hated her. But loved you. There were no words to describe it. 

Anyway, the first time you came to his rescue he’d been sitting on that same sofa. Judith had told him to stay down there as she wondered upstairs with Danny. He didn’t like Danny. He dragged her upstairs and weird noises started punctuating the silence, and they sounded like they hurt, but the door was locked when he checked. And Judith had screamed at him to leave, so he had, and reassumed his spot on the sofa all over again. 

You walked into the house a moment later. You must’ve heard her yelling. 

The walls were thin. 

“Hey, Mikey.” You knelt down in front of him. “Why don’t you hang out with me for a little bit?”

“Why?”

“It can’t be all that fun sitting down here all by yourself. Judy is having her own fun.” You casted a sharp glare at the ceiling. It creaked with movement in response. “Why don’t you come to mine? I still have all my toys from when I was a kid. I’ll let you play with them, or we can play together, if you want.”

He didn’t like toys too much. But he liked you. 

So he let you take him by the hand and lead him out the door. Your hand was warm. So soft. It was all he could think about. He didn’t even process it until he was sitting on your pink bed, the fluffy pink duvet pillowing his sides. Everything was pink. Your walls. Your furniture. The toys you were talking about, which ended up being in a pink box you dragged out from under the bed and showed him. He was interested in them for about two seconds until he saw you approach your vanity and start poking and prodding at your face with those little tools. 

You were pretty. So pretty. 

And Michael was mesmerised. 

When he thinks about it now, he realises that you were supposed to go out. You were all dolled up and prettier than usual, so pretty that it was almost dangerous. A hazard to other boys. Boys like Danny, maybe? No. No no no. You picked up your phone a minute later and dialed a number. 

“Sorry, but we’ll have to reschedule! I know, I know. I’m sorry. Things came up. But I’m hanging out with my most favourite person in the world.” You winked. “Hm? Oh, don’t worry about that. But call me when you’re free next time, okay?”

Those words had meant nothing. All he’d heard was that he was your ‘favourite person in the world’, and he’d fixated on them, obsessed over them, replaying them over and over again until he was a hot, blushing mess. But all he could do was blush. He was your favourite person? You were his favourite person, too!

He ended up returning home when Danny left. 

He ended up going back to your’s every time he came back. He didn’t care. He was delighted. You would watch movies with him and eat ice cream and cuddle under a blanket. He liked the last part best. Sometimes, he would pretend he was asleep just so you would let him lie there, close to your breast with his head tucked under your chin, your hands stroking through his hair. 

“Mikey?”

“Mmh?”

“Nevermind, go to sleep. Long day, hm?”

“Yeah.”

“Of course. Life must be so stressful,” you would tease. 

Michael would just play along with a very high-pitched, whiny, “yeah, I’m so tired.”

Each and every time, you would cancel all your plans to be with him. He could tell you were getting sick of it. He really, really hoped you weren’t sick of him. 

Because he really liked your cuddles. 

But all good things came to an end, didn’t they? Of course they did. Your mom just had to take you on a holiday and leave him all alone with Judith, who was just going to do what she would’ve done the first time. Ignore him. Choose Danny over him. And she did. 

Well, then she died. Or he killed her. Same thing. 

Then he went to Smith’s Grove. He didn’t really feel anything towards it. Not good, not bad. It was alright. It just was. The only time he ever missed home was at night when it got cold, and all he could think of was how much he missed being cuddled up in your arms. How warm you were. How soft you were when he leaned his head against you, the perfect pillow. He missed you so much. 

He would think about you all the time. 

As the years passed, he would think about how you changed. If you grew up at all. What you looked like now. If you would still love him like you did when he was a kid, before everything happened. Of course you would, wouldn’t you? He was your most favourite person in the world. 

Right?

As he grew older, those thoughts descended into uglier ones. Not once did he think of killing you, so no, no that type of ugly. But ugly in ways that sapped at the last of his shame, his sanity, what was left of his fractured humanity. He was sixteen when he first wondered if you would like doing with him what Judith used to do with her boyfriend. He was sixteen when he first touched himself to the thought of you, his movements clumsy and inexperienced. Grinding his hips into the bed when you possessed his dreams, palming himself desperately when he was reminded of you at random, inopportune times. Who cared who watched? Who cared who saw?

All he wanted was you. 

According to everyone else, he was incapable of emotion, let alone sexual desire. Those were two things he knew that nobody would dare to associate with him. And they weren’t wrong. He wasn’t capable of emotion. He wasn’t capable of sexual desire. That was on a general basis, anyway. 

But you weren’t everyone else. You were you. 

And he wanted you. 

But that was the thing. As he aged, he was beginning to realise that if he really wanted something, he could have it. It was all so easy. 

And he would have you. 

~

Haddonfield is… Well. It has memories. 

Maybe it isn’t your wisest idea to move back, after all that happened. Losing your best friend. The little boy you used to babysit sometimes turning out to be the culprit behind her sudden death. Sometimes you blamed yourself for it.

The police had said it’d been coming. He probably felt neglected. Lonely. 

If you hadn’t gone with your mom on that holiday… 

Ugh. Ew. 

You hate having sombre thoughts like that. Does it help you’re cleaning out your mom’s place after she passed? No, it really doesn’t. But nobody else was going to do it. Fuckers. And they had the audacity to say that they loved her, cared for her, appreciated her. Seemed there’s no reason to keep up the pretences now that she’s not around to check up on it. While they may be in the mourning phases, it really isn’t an excuse. So are you. 

Yet here you are. 

The neighbourhood is basically deserted. It makes for eery quiet as you meander about, boxing up your mom’s old stuff and scouring through the little nooks and crannies where she liked to hide things. Sometimes it feels like you’re breathing too hard. Moving too loudly. Everything feels like too much. Maybe you’d cry if you had the energy to. 

Now, this place is… It just is. And it isn’t. You realise maybe you’re the only one who came in not because you’re the least cowardly, but the most brave. 

Because this is not just the place your mum died. Not just the neighbourhood where once upon a time, a little boy committed his first act of insanity. It’s the place where just a few months ago, Michael Myers was taken back to the Sanitarium after a Halloween spree. There was no telling when he’d come back. It all seems so random, the motivation too vague to pick out, his acts too gruesome to discuss. As someone who knew him, it’s nothing short of a bad idea to be around. But it’s for your mom. 

At least, that’s what you tell yourself. 

You were in the bar when the crowd silenced, and the news boomed into the room with chilling fervor. 

‘Breaking news, clinically insane serial killer Michael Myers, nicknamed ‘The Shape of Haddonfield’, has escaped for the second time from Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. Five found dead and severely mutilated. While his predicted path is unclear, residents of Haddonfield are warned to be cautious and call the authorities immediately if any suspicious behaviour is seen. Police will be on high alert. Stay safe.’

You knew in that moment that you were so, so fucked. Somehow you also decided that would have been the best moment to drink yourself stupid, hook up with some other blackout drunk fellow, and pretend none of that happened. 

It’s been a week since the announcement. Police have been patrolling the streets. More than once you’ve received a few knocks on the door, asking if you’ve seen or heard anything. Those come around almost everyday, since you live right across where he used to. Every time, you say the same thing. 

‘No. I’m just here for my mom. I’ll be out soon enough.’

You’re lying. You’re lying through your teeth. 

Logically, you know you should leave. He’ll come back for Haddonfield. You know it. Everyone knows it. There’s no reason for him not to. 

And he’ll come back for that house. The one across yours. 

He might even come back for you. 

But winning over your logic side is the stupid part of you that denies it. That still can’t believe that little boy became that horrid man, when just days before he killed Judith he was sleeping against your chest watching cartoons on the TV. Putting makeup on his face because he wanted to do what you were doing. Watching you doll yourself up each and every time with red-faced admiration. He’d been so innocent. 

It’s just… It’s inconceivable that he became whatever he is. A monster. A nightmare. Something of both. 

So maybe it isn’t really denial that he’s coming. More so denial that he won’t touch you. 

And it’s so arrogant, and it’s so selfish, because you’ve seen his picture on the TV and he’s nothing short of terrifying. 

It’s your arrogance and selfishness that you cling to when you hear the floorboards creak behind you. 

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