Meeting And Dating Berko

Meeting and Dating Berko

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You met Berko when you went to an alternative club with your friend. You were there for a while before your friend went to get a drink and you were left dancing to the band.

- After some time, you realized that your friend; who’d promised they’d be right back, had been gone for longer than a few minutes which was strange considering the bar wasn’t even all that busy. When you went to check it out, you found that your friend wasn’t at the bar and so, you began your search.

- Fast forward thirty minutes and you’re in a bad mood. Your friend keeps weaving in and out of view, somehow evading you every time you spot her and you’re just about ready to tear your hair out. That’s when you crash into someone …hard.

- It may be a sort of bitchy thing to do, but you merely say a “shit sorry” before you spot your friend behind the stranger and fly past them without another word or glance.

- But Berko isn’t deterred, especially since he can tell that you’re having some kind of problem. So, when he sees you again, leaning against a more quiet wall of the room and looking miserable, he approaches and asks if you’re alright.

- He’d apparently caught you in a weak moment since you’d relented, sighing and kicking the ground before telling him that you can’t find your friend. He offers to help you and you look at him in reserved surprise before asking “really”. He chuckles and assures you before he grabs your hand, crouches down, and tells you to get on his shoulders.

- You laugh incredulously, telling him that you’re not gonna get on his shoulders before he reminds you that you’ll be able to see above the entire crowd. You think about it, ask if he’s sure and when you get your reassurance, you do your best to shimmy your thighs around his head.

- Soon enough, you’re able to find your friend and you climb off his shoulders to grab her. As you’re beginning to pull her up from her seat and drag her out of the club, he asks if he can have your number and you give him a smile, writing it down on his arm before you leave.

- For your first date, the two of you sort of just spend the night wandering around town, hopping from place to place. You go to thrift stores, music shops, a dingy little Chinese food place. It wasn’t really an eventful night but it was a fun one, though you supposed that he was what made it fun.

- The two of you share your first kiss a few days later. You were hanging out on the street sorta late at night just dicking around and talking. You’d stopped at a street light for a little bit, one he’d grabbed hold of and started swinging towards and away from you on.

- After some swinging, he’d leaned forward just a bit closer and stopped himself right when you were nose to nose. The two of you locked eyes for a long moment before he tilted his head and seized your lips in his own.

- The two of you broke apart slowly and looked at each other in silence for a minute before he took a step forward, cupped your face in his hands and kissed you with more fervor. Soon enough, you were backed against a fence, his lips moving against your own and your hands fisted in his vest.

- You kiss a lot after that and every time, he gets a little …sugar high.

- There isn’t a ton of Pda in your relationship, he prefers to keep it somewhat behind closed doors or when there’s not a lot of people paying attention.

- He likes to keep his hands on you a lot, even if he isn’t particularly fond of Pda. He’ll usually hold your shoulders as he stands behind you or grip your thigh as you’re sitting next to each other.

- He leans against you a lot. If you’re standing in front of or beside him, expect him to have; at least, some part of his body resting on you.

- Hugs from behind.

- Deep kisses.

- Sloppy kisses.

- Making out.

- He likes to sit/lay between your legs; its his favorite way to cuddle.

- He typically just uses a shorter version of your name when he’s talking to you but occasionally he’ll call you sweetheart and pet names like that.

- Sometimes he’ll call you his little groupie after you come to one of his shows, ruffling your hair and pulling you into a kiss. Occasionally, he’ll make some joke about you wanting to “make it with someone in the band” while bringing you onto his lap with a smile.

- He sorta likes when you’re all sarcastic and mean to him. He digs aggressive girls who aren’t afraid to act tough.

- Affectionate name calling and bullying.

- Buying him an actual shirt; in more of a teasing manner more than anything.

- If your look isn’t on the punk side already, he’s the boyfriend that gets turned on when you try it out. He’d think you looked cute if you tried the other side of the spectrum as well.

- Random debates/discussions.

- Wearing each other’s jewelry.

- Visits at work.

- Loving looks.

- Cheap dates. Your both sorta broke.

- Tv dates.

- Concerts.

- Bonfires.

- Going to junkyards and smashing stuff.

- Sneaking out to see him since your parents probably don’t approve of him.

- Getting songs written about you.

- Going to his bands performances.

- Letting him try to teach you guitar.

- The two of you are really comfortable with each other, like you could use the bathroom while he’s in there brushing his teeth and it wouldn’t even phase him; and vice versa.

- Hair mutilation in his tiny apartment bathroom.

- Crashing at his place every once in a while. He won’t tell you but he secretly likes waking up and finding you in bed next to him or seeing you stumble into the kitchen for coffee.

- Matching tattoos

- He’s not the greatest boyfriend. He forgets about things and is focused on himself a lot of the time. Sometimes he’ll hurt you; emotionally, without even meaning to …so there’s your warning.

- He does his best to comfort you, even when you try to push him away. He makes sure you don’t feel alone and that you know he’s going to stick by you, no matter how “messed up you are”.

- He’s always trying to break you out of your comfort zone, especially if he knows that that’s what you really want deep inside you.

- He’s not an extremely jealous person but certain things irk him. If he knows a guy is interested in you or tried something with you, he’ll successfully play it cool and make them nervous with how calm he’s behaving.

“Right. Yeah man, sure.”

- Berko isn’t afraid to insult people straight to their face so if he notices someone giving you a hard time, he’ll speak up and scare them off for you.

- The two of you have more than a few fights but you can usually resolve them pretty easily since they’re never really about anything serious. They’re usually his fault; since he’s the one who usually messes up,

- He gives you space if you tell him to, though he’ll try his best to apologize to you and have the two of you make up as soon as possible. He hates when you’re giving him the silent treatment.

- He has trouble telling you that he loves you, even though he knows that he does. He just cant bring himself to do it so he settles for trying to show you that he does.

- Being delightfully screwed up with each other.

Promise

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RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Words: 1296

Warnings: strangely none (considering that it's a Myers oneshot^^)

Notes: this has been sitting in my drafts for 3 months now and I still feel weird for posting it, I personnally don't like this oneshot but maybe someone out there might enjoy it, so here you go 😊

Summary: you seem to be the only person who's able to communicate with Michael

Reader: short female reader in mind, but no specific descriptions are used

"These eyes will deceive you. They will destroy you. They will take from you your innocence, your pride, and eventually your soul. These eyes do not see what you and I see. Behind these eyes one finds only blackness, the absence of light."

Those were Doctor Loomis' words about the most feared patient within Smith's Grove Sanitarium and everyone agreed...everyone except you. That's why you found yourself in the middle of the observation room, with Michael towering over you. You were waiting for the doctor to arrive, alone except for the guards outside who kept a vigilant watch on the two of you through the door's window. You should have been afraid of him but you weren't as you were probably the only human being within these walls who saw something else within Michael's eyes, a bittersweet sadness you were all too familiar with. You gestured for him to sit down, he hesitated for a moment before complying. Even while sitting, he still loomed over you, so you approached him cautiously, careful not to make any sudden movements.

"May I touch it?", you asked in a soft voice, settling yourself in front of him while pointing at his mask, "I promise I won't remove it. It's just...beautiful...and I'd like to get a closer look."

His icy blue eyes gazed at you, displaying a faint hint of contemplation, yet without uttering a single word or making any movement. You waited patiently, but since there was no response after a minute, you made the decision to proceed. Your delicate fingers grazed over the papier-mâché mask, brushing away a few strands of his long blond hair and delicately tucking them behind his ear. His breath hitched the moment you briefly touched his skin and a grin spread across your lips. Your hand now found his head, patting it sweetly while humming a happy melody. His breaths grew heavier and his head tilted, leaning in against your touch. Your gaze shifted from his disheveled hair to his eyes, and you found yourself getting lost in the dilated pupils that slowly engulfed the blue around them. Beneath the darkness of murder and madness, there still existed a little boy who longed for love, family, or even just a simple human connection.

"Nurse!"

The metallic clanking of the opening door and Loomis' voice startled you and your hand instinctively retreated as your eyes wandered to the doctor.

"You're needed elsewhere, I'll take it from here", he said softly yet assertively, taking a seat in front of Michael.

As you tried to turn around, you sensed a firm grasp on your wrist. Michael's fingers were wrapped around it tightly, keeping you in place as his pleading eyes found yours. Despite the intensity of his grip and the fact that he had already taken the life of a nurse, you felt an overwhelming sense of tranquility. Leaning closer to him, you gently attempted to pry his fingers away from your wrist.

"I'll be back as soon as I can", you whispered, a smile gracing your lips, "I'll drop by your room if it's too late, I promise."

Finally, he released his hold on you, and for a fleeting moment, a glimmer of hope flickered in his eyes, his hand rising slowly to wave at you. It didn't feel right to leave, but there was no other choice. As the door closed behind you, you stole one last glance through the window, your heart heavy at the sight of Michael's lingering gaze while Loomis scribbled something down in his notebook almost frantically.

It was finally the end of your shift but as you changed out of your uniform, your thoughts drifted back to Michael, the commitment you had made hanging over you like a menacing shadow. Hanging the uniform in your locker, you made your way through the hallways.

"Aren't you supposed to be home by now?", Cruz asked, mopping the floor around Michael's room.

"Yes but I made a promise", you replied, offering him a polite smile as you paused at the door, gently knocking and waiting.

Despite not being alone, the hallway felt eerie. The dirty white walls seemed to stretch out into an infinite torment as your gaze wandered down to the floor, all the way to the end. A sudden thud at the door made you jump, eyes darting towards the barred window where you discovered Michael peering back at you through his mask. As your heartbeat calmed down a bit, the corners of your mouth turned into a gentle smile and you placed a hand on the side of the window.

"See? I promised you I'd be back."

Cruz chuckled and stepped up beside you, slowly unlocking the door.

"Be careful", he whispered, twisting the key in the lock, "he's dangerous but I still believe it would be more personal and easier to greet him without the barrier of a solid metal door. Saw you two this afternoon, I believe it'll do Mikey some good, if you're good to him, he's good to you...in his own way."

With an encouraging smile, he pushed open the door and stepped aside. Michael remained motionless, his eyes fixed on your form as you cautiously entered his room. A gasp escaped your lips when you beheld the walls adorned with the many masks he had crafted over the past fifteen years. It felt surreal, like you'd just fell into another, darker, realm of mysteries and twisted wonders. Tentatively, you took a few steps closer, running your fingers along one of the masks hanging just above his desk. It stood inbetween all the colours as jt was painted all in white with cut-out eyes and a subtle dark gray line at the bottom resembling lips while the top was made of different black papier-mâché strands which gave the face less of a creepy and more of that weird out-of-bed hair look, eliciting a small giggle from you. Before you could react, a hand reached over your shoulder, plucking the mask from the wall and presenting it to you. You took it, careful to not damage it and turned around, your fingers nervously toyed with the loose coloured paper strands.

"For me?", you asked almost in a whisper.

Michael simply nodded and walked back to his bed, sitting down on the edge. You weren't sure if you should say or do anything else. The bond that was forming between the two of you was unusual and extraordinary. The silent killer and his nurse, an unexpected connection that blossomed like a foreign flower in the midst of a desert.

"I...uh...need to get home now but I'll see you tomorrow", you offered him a smile, "and thanks for this. I love it and it'll get a special place at home."

You held up the mask before turning away, walking past Cruz who locked the door once again.

"I don't understand what it is with you but Mikey likes you, usually no one is allowed to touch anything in that room, not even me."

"Well maybe it's because I see a bit more in him than just the mindless killer everyone else believes him to be", you shrugged your shoulders, heading down the hallway with Cruz following behind you.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, forcing you to stop just as you were about to pass the last door of this floor.

"Whatever you see in him, don't forget what he has done", Cruz urged, "for your own sake."

The warden's words carried a subtle acknowledgement of the harsh reality, yet they were delivered with a touch of kindness. He seemed to be the only other person, apart from you, in this place who believed that there was more to Michael than just brutality and an unnerving silence.

Part 2 - Mask

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thatcuntblog

6 months ago

I request a poly!terrortwins x reader smut fic based off this gif. reader walks in the room during this moment and is first upset that Nikki shaved Tommy’s head, then you can’t help but find Tommy’s new Mohawk hot and you can’t resist him any longer. I’m sorry if this is confusing. You can use your imagination to how you want to write the smut bc idk how to go about it.

Haircut || Nikki Sixx + Tommy Lee

[Nikki Sixx x AFAB!Reader x Tommy Lee]

Summary: you can’t help but find yours and your boyfriend’s best friend hot

Warnings: SMUT, voyeurism,

Masterlist

You had no clue how you ended up in this situation but it all started when you opened up that door.

You walked into the room surprised to find Nikki, your boyfriend, holding a razor and Tommy brushing back his new haircut. “What the hell happened?!” You shriek staring at Tommy’s luscious locks on the floor.

“Nikki gave me a new a haircut!” Tommy answered proudly.

“Don’t you think it suits him, babe?” Nikki smirks devilishly, walking towards you and swinging an arm round your shoulders.

You loved Tommy’s fluffy hair, and always had, so you were disappointed he got rid of it. However, you couldn’t help but feel attracted to the man in front if you. Nikki saw the flicker in your eyes. “It’s nice and all but what if you grow to hate it,” you shrug as you depart from Nikki’s side to stroke your hand through his hair. You only realised how close you made yourself to Tommy when you felt his hot breath hit your neck.

You face went visibly pink as you stepped back. Tommy’s grin, that matched Nikki’s, told you he knew exactly what you were feeling. “I think she likes it,” Tommy winks.

“So do I,” Nikki approached me from behind and wrapped an arm around a waist, “do you think he looks pretty, babe?”

“Very,” you murmur shyly looking down at you feet, face heated up. Nikki’s growling bulge was pressed up against you.

Tommy raised his hand to caress your cheek as he stepped forward. Nikki chuckled.

One minute you were sandwiched between your boyfriend and his best friend, the next your head was lolling onto Nikki’s shoulder, mouth agape as you babbled unintelligible words and shook your head, overwhelmed with intense pleasure.

Your core was burning and sore, you could feel your thighs bruising as Tommy fucked you roughly, intensely. he rutted against you, eyes foggy and filled with lust, hungrily taking in your fucked out expression. he was dripping in sweat from the exertion, his tattoos decorated his skin that glistened brilliantly.

You locked eyes with him, whimpering until your head was thrown back. The bassist tugged viciously at your hair, propping you up for his best friend to abuse for his pleasure.

“You wanted Tommy to fuck you, didn’t you. He’s just so pretty with his new haircut, isn’t he?” you could almost taste the jealousy riddled in his venomous voice. You couldn’t move your head if you wanted to, too weak to fight against his unrelenting hold.

“S’okay, darling,” The drummer’s deep voice whispered, “tell him how much you wanted me.”

You shook your head as much as you could in Nikki’s hold, panting. “no? I thought I was so,” he paused and growled deeply, sending a vibration through your entire body, “so pretty.”

You shook your head again and a harsh slap sent your head snapping to the side. You felt the scorching outline of Nikki’s big hand on your cheek. “he’s not pretty anymore? you don’t like how he’s fucking you like a desperate mutt?”

Tommy bit your neck harshly and you whined lewdly, feeling his teeth break your delicate flesh. His hips sped up and you dropped your hands from his back, scratching down the smooth skin.

Nikki scooted closer, squishing you between the two men. Your back was flush to his and your own bare chest was pressed to Tommy’s. Nikki forced his slender fingers between your heaving bodies, tickling your clit. The two of you reacted instantaneously. You quivered and squirmed while Tommy dug his nails into your flesh, hips stuttering.

“you’re so pathetic, babe. so filthy and dirty, fucking my best friend like a stupid little slut.”

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thatcuntblog

5 months ago