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Michael Myers & Jason Voorhees x Male Reader

Requested by DaVinaJoe9

I may have gotten a little too carried away with this one. Also it is lightly edited, may go through and edit it again but it is 2 AM and I'm fucking lazy and sick.

You were home alone, a regular but unwelcome occurrence that came with your lover's occupation. That occupation being the local serial killers. Usually, you could get by without them for a few hours just fine, occupying yourself with work or small tasks around the home to rid you of your temporary loneliness and boredom. Tonight, however, you had a problem. One you would rather be solved with them present.

Sadly, they weren't there. So your hand would have to suffice.

Closing yourself away in you and your lover's shared bedroom, you sat in the middle of the bed. Your clothes discarded and your hand around your length. Quiet moans slipped past your lips as you stroked yourself thinking of how Jason and Michael would touch you if they were there.

Michael would be cruel and efficient with his touches. He would stroke you slowly, his hands teasing you as they moved across your skin drawing out small whimpers and shouts. Michael would make you work for your release. Not scared to edge you till he had you begging at the top of your lungs. Writhing beneath him.

Jason, on the other hand, would be gentle and sweet. He would listen to your every wish pressing soft love-filled kisses to your lips as he swallowed your moans gratefully. His hands would not be teasing in the slightest, working quickly to give you the pleasure and release you craved from him.

Both of them apart were incredible lovers, but when you put the two together in a bedroom with you the result usually left you sore and breathless. A mixture of fluids coating your insides and outsides.

The thought alone tore a strangled whine from your lips, your hand speeding up. A few of your slicked fingers pushing into your ass. You were so close-

"Michael, Jason- Please," You breathed out images of your lovers flashing behind your eyes.

A loud bang pulled you from your fantasy, a yelp leaving your mouth. Your hand flew away from your length, eyes flicking upward to where Michael stood. He was in the doorway of the bedroom. His head tilted. Even though his face was hidden under that white mask he wore you could practically feel the smug smirk undoubtedly on his face. "Begging and I'm not even here?" he signed.

Heavily you sighed. Relief flooding you instantly at the familiar frame "Fuck you Michael." his shoulders shook as he chuckled. "Yeah, it seems you do want that," he responded, approaching you.

You smiled seeing his erection straining through his pants. That was because of you. The thought was more appealing than you thought it would be and it had you twitching as the bed dipped. You moved your knee giving Michael more access to you as he leaned closer to you.

His fingers were quick to replace your own. Sliding inside your slightly stretched entrance. Michael's fingers were far bigger than yours and it caused a slight discomfort. Your body gave little resistance letting Michael slide three digits into you at once. He only stopped when his finger completely disappeared into you before he curled them upwards.