As much as I love โI would kill for youโ, it kinda really loses its impact if the person saying it is a villain who already kills at the slightest provocation
โI would refrain from killing for you, I would spare them all if you asked meโ is a very sexy alternative, and a much more powerful declaration of love coming from a character prone to violence
Respectfully, I need to fuck this pair of goddamn dentures. Like I donโt know about you and I donโt know what it is, and it might be the monster fucker in me. But the way I look at him like Iโm Rihanna and heโs rocky. Itโs not even funny. I need someone to sedate me. ๏ฟผ
more people need to lick necks. and cheeks. and ears. and thighs. just FUCK. lick tummies and happy trails and fingers. screw just licking the nipple, lick all over chests. FUCK. lick between shoulder blades when you fuck someone from behind!
Tags: MDNI, Fluff and sexually suggestive content, gn! reader, readerโs position is ambiguous, murder, dead animal mentioned, cucking, stalking but youโre into it
Michaelโs love language would lie somewhere between acts of service and quality time. Well, quality time in the way he sees it.
He still disappears quite often, leaving you to wonder if he is even still alive or maybe grown tired of you. Yet he always returns eventually, watching you from afar before making his presence known. Your days before Myers returns to your house are filled with that creeping feeling of being watched. At work, the store, even in bed at night. You always feel like someone is lurking, because someone is. It excites Michael to be near you when youโre completely unaware.
Myers still prefers his silence over any attempt for conversation. Complete silence is natural to him now. Linguistic communication just feels strange and unnecessary. Isnโt it enough that he decides to spend his time around you? Michael perceives it as such.
This means no speaking, no sign language and no writing. It could be frustrating for you to understand him in the beginning, but over time you will learn to decipher his intentions through his body language and actions.
Because of his lack of proper communication, it took you a while to realize the two of you were even involved platonically. For a while you simply assumed yourself his newest victim-to-be, even if his modus operandi was completely different to what the news reported on. Maybe this was a new way of tormenting? However, with time you grew to enjoy the fear Michael seemed to drag with him everywhere he went. The adrenaline rush you would get when he was suddenly standing too close behind you was addicting. You found yourself hoping for more surprise visits, much to your own surprise.
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Surprisingly, Myers still has a sense of humour however small and definitely twisted it is. It always presents in the most unexpected of situations. Like your clock being replaced with a literal cuckoo bird. He thought it was amusing, and a generous gift! Youโre not so sure if it was sourced ethically through taxidermy orโฆ other means.
Your first time with Myers was a situation you never thought youโd find yourself in. At this time you had assumed there was some odd friendship between you and the slasher, but friendship was the most you thought he considered it. There were nights where you had occupied your body with fantasies of doing more with Myers, but thatโs all they were. Shameful fantasies you would try to sleep off and forget the guilt-ridden orgasms they tore from you. So when he had made another long disappearance, you decided to try and busy yourself with the company of others.ย
One night after a successful hunt at the nightclub, you had found a nice enough person to bring home. They werenโt Michael, but they were a good enough option to soothe that disgraceful urge which haunted your nights. This night however, was when Michael had returned. He had planned to continue his routine of watching you from the shadows before โgreetingโ you, so he saw it all. Michael watched you dance with that person. Michael watched you kiss them as you two laid in your bed. Michael watched as you undressed each other, and he was certainly watching when they touched your body.ย
He was conflicted. Should he interrupt the moment, or wait until after to rid you of that pest claiming your body? Either way, you would know he had returned sooner than had been planned. That was inconvenient, but so was that stranger. So he waited, hidden in your closet as the night drew and the stranger defiling his property was finished with what they were doing. Michael couldnโt wait anymore, the urge to hunt was too strong.
He burst from your closet, pulling the stranger from your bed and into the waiting edge of his knife. Their struggling was short, body falling limp in his grasp as he tossed the corpse to the floor.
You were terrified. This was the first time you had seen Michael kill with your own eyes. You always knew what he was capable of, you read the newspaper, you saw the headlines. Yet the way he was now standing at the foot of your bed, covered in the blood of your temporary lover, you truly felt terrified for your life. โWhat a foolโ. You thought of yourself, body subconsciously moving until your back was pressed into the corner of your wall. โThis was bound to happen sooner than later.โ
You couldnโt speak. The words of confusion and betrayal died in your throat as your breath shook for stability. He was coming closer. Kneeling onto your bed, inching closer with slow, calculated movements. It felt as though he was sizing you up, or possibly soaking in the fear of his longest chase. You tensed, waiting for the pierce of his knife but the pierce never came.ย
Myers paused, his hips shifting awkwardly as something rubbed against your bent knee. Behind his mask, the man blinked. Momentarily confused. He was ready to fix this situation, to wash his hands of you and the blurred lines he never cared to form. Yet his body stopped him, made his hips twitch against the pressure and- oh. A strained sigh cut through his pursed lips, shocking the two of you.ย
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