Slashers/Creepypasta x reader oneshots

The Aftermath - Michael Myers

⚠️TW⚠️ gore, graphic blood, cannibalism

You stare at the body in front of you, saliva dripping out of your mouth.

It's delicious- it's heavenly- it's-

You pause, remembering your time constraint. "People are coming" your long time friend, Michael Myers reminds you.

You nod, then dig in.

Michael's eyes stare at you unblinkingly as he waits for you to finish. You can't tell if he is smiling at you or not, but you smile at him in case he is.

He chuckles, then takes off his mask and kisses you.

⚠️TW⚠️ spicy scene ❤️

He picks you up once you are finished, then, with his mask back on, carries you bridal style away from the scene. He puts you in the car, then precedes to drive home.

After you arrive, you both get out of the car and head towards the shower.
He waits in the kitchen. You breathe in the hot air as you step in, smiling as you lick off the blood from your hands. You wash, them step out.

He's still waiting for you in the kitchen with his mask off. With only a towel around you, you can tell his eyes wide at the sight of you. He takes a step towards you, but then stops, as if waiting for a nod of compliance.

You know what he wants, and to be honest, you want it too, so, you nod. He walks swiftly towards you, pressing his lips into yours. He presses you to the wall, pinning your hands to the wall. You gasp as his tongue goes around inside your mouth. He breaks apart the kiss and trails them down your neck instead.

You moan as he finds your soft spot. He smiles into your skin, sucking on the spot. Your knees shake and bang together as he breaks away. You out your arms around his neck and breathe in the scent of him as you press your head to his chest. The towel suddenly falls, and you immediately blush, stepping back.

"I- I'm sorry...I'll go change." You mumble a you start to pick up your towel.

"No. Don't- I...I like you this way." He says, his face as red as a tomato. You nod, standing up straight again.

He looks you up and down, slowly. Then his eyes do something strange. The pupils widen, and he snarls, like an animal. He picks you up, rouher than earlier, placing you on the bed. He climbs on top of you, and starts to make love to you.

(Imagine at this point because I'm not gonna go any further)

After you are done, he cuddles with you, caressing your back and sighing into your hair.

"I love you, y/n." He says in his low voice. "I love you too, Michael..." You say back.