Imagine being a security guard and Michael having his way with you in the laundry room. When he’s done, he throws your cum-stained uniform in the wash.
Imagine Alyson and Karen being so scared for you when they hear thumping noises above the safe room. Surely Michael Myers must be brutalizing you. When Laurie enters the kitchen, they realize what’s really happening.
“Happy Halloween, Mic- ______, what the fuck?”
“Let him finish!”
Imagine distracting Michael from killing Alyson and Karen by fuck/ing him hard against the island above the safe room.
Imagine Michael awakening in the back of the police car, pleasantly surprised to see you next to him. You’re too terrified to speak as the murderer slips a hand into your underwear, to get an idea of what kind of fun he’s going to have with you once he’s done bashing Sartain’s face in.
Imagine being a childhood friend of Michael’s who kept correspondence with him throughout the years via letters. You’ve secretly been waiting for him to break out for years and have a safe hiding spot for him in your house.
Too bad he’s had such limited contact with peers that Michael keeps becoming unbearably aroused around you.
You didn’t think it was that bad until he started stalking you. Which consists of mostly of watching you from afar while j*rking off. Until you spot him and ask him what the f*ck he’s doing.
Note: Sorry, this is funny to me.
Imagine having been a classmate of Michael before he killed his sister. Despite your horror when you accidentally found out, you couldn’t help but be intrigued by the case. The nice boy you sat next to everyday was capable of sororicide. You secretly collect every news clipping on the murder you can get your hands on. Then forget about it.
Until he comes for your friend Laurie. Then you dust off the box of articles and worry that you might have to add to it soon. Michael comes across your morbid little time capsule while on the prowl for Laurie. When he notices all the old photographs of you, the killer realizes whose room he’s in. The planner on your desk says you’re going to meet up with her later.
You’re still super cute. Are you a hybristophile? Maybe you’d like to watch him kill the other sister.
Yes, Michael decides as he lies down in your bed, once you reunite you’ll be delighted to come along with him.
Request: “can i to see a Michael Myers imagine where he f*cks a nurse that was sweet to him... Because she actually cared. Not be polite. But because she actually loved him. And told him that frequently.” Don’t ask me to write other would involves right now. I just haven’t written one in a while and wanted to see if I still could lol.
Michael and you becoming enamored with each other would involve...
- Being a Smith Grove’s nurse, of course. He becomes infatuated first. It’s almost impossible not to. For you, there was definitely... an interest at first sight.
- Insisting to Dr. Loomis that Michael’s interest in masks is perfectly healthy. Truthfully, you’re not quite sure about that. But Michael’s comfort is becoming increasingly important to you. Unfortunately for your superior, Loomis doesn’t catch on to your feelings until it’s too late.
- Making sure your boyfriend is supplied with plenty of reading material. First it’s arts and crafts guides, then volumes on historical masks and anything else you think he’d like. Even books on All Hallow’s Eve, though you should know better.
- You having to be careful about when and how long you can show affection. Usually it’s just whispering “I love you, Michael,” once or twice a day.
- One day you just find yourself just bending over the table in his cell and dropping trou.
- You feel Michael pressing against you and he’s not quite sure what to do next. Reaching back, you guide him inside. Then you let him take his time. Despite his inexperience, by the time he prematurely c*ms, you’re wetter than you can ever remember being.
Note: Read on Wattpad.
Imagine being a Smith's Grove nurse who accidentally gets locked in with Michael. Because you're always nice to him, he decides to show you his appreciation. As you're being inexpertly f*cked, you try to explain that you were just being polite but then Michael starts hitting the right spot so you shut up.
Imagine going with Dr. Loomis to hunt down Michael, who developed a crush on you while he was incarcerated at the Sanitarium. He drops his knife and embraces you. After a few minutes of standing in shock while he's knelt down, nuzzling your cheeks, you think why not and wrap your legs around his waist and let him f*ck you.
Imagine Michael falling off the roof while chasing you. Before he can get up, you manage to drag chains over and incapacitate the killer. You frisk him to make sure he doesn't have any weapons but get caught up in how strong his body is. While you're distracted, Michael decides to delay his escape because your hands feel really nice.