#rz michael myers smut

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rz michael myers hcs (nsfw: mdni)

rz michael myers x reader (AFAB, AMAB, FtM, MtF)

warning: a lot here. mikey has a monster cock, insecure + inexperienced michael, he doesn't talk but makes noise + mouths words + grunts syllables sometimes (selectively mute ig?), oral sex (both giving and receiving), excessive creampies, fingering (receiving), no lube we die like men his dick n spit does it for him, masturbation, rimming (both giving and receiving), knife kink, excessive mentions of precum + spit + cum, creative use of cum/arousal fluids in arts projects, musk kink, choking (receiving), mentions of sex toys, thigh humping, mention of canon SA and violence (nothing w/ or directly involving reader), p in v + anal (all unprotected - pls stay safe irl), cum eating, slight somnophilia, bruises and hickeys, cockwarming, slight worship (receiving), dry humping, handjobs, 2 mentions of him having a mini shrine to you, mentions of needle hrt in ftm + mtf bits (feel free to ignore), mentions of the institute/asylum

a/n: sorta edited. tried not to be too ooc, but it's more focused on a softer side of michael - personally i think his character is very different to og/peepaw myers! rz mikey is more based in instinct rather than previous experiences/societal expectations, so there's more general hcs than separate sections this time. NOTE: feel free to read any sections, tried my best to not use gendered terms in agab sections but lmk how i can improve :3

order: general hcs first then amab + afab then ftm + mtf, different sections = different content n tried not to repeat much

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general hcs

as michael is very inexperienced with kissing, he'll smash his lips against yours and become a huffing mess after he gets worked up from your breath mingling with his and your darkening gazes meeting

if you play with his hair and gaze into his eyes, he can't help it if he gets half-hard - his body will always needily react to your attention and affection

he's most at home in grey sweatpants - he's very used to wearing them while making his masks and associates them with comfort and the years of creatively honing his craft

so naturally, don't be surprised when his already impressive girth pulses and thickens at the sight of you bending over or reaching something off a high shelf

mikey will absolutely make you your own special mask!! although, the glue he uses for your personal paper mâché mix is a bit more,, personal. he'll also use your arousal to paint the inner layer of his favourite mask :( he simply needs to have some semblance of you with him at all times, especially whenever he's out on the town and away from your embrace

he's borderline hypersexual and gets half-hard and extremely sensitive without reason, however he doesn't always feel the need to act on his urges with you. expect him hiding his arousal during mundane activities, getting flushed and shy when he realises that you notice :<

if he's comfortable on the couch, he'll make himself at home with a horrendous manspread. naturally, this leads to him getting flustered whenever you kneel in between his legs with a mischievous glint in your eye. if you ask him sweetly, he'll be more than happy to sit you in between his strong thighs and let you hump into his hand while you both watch a movie

if he's not feeling like he wants to be inside you, he'll lie on his back with his knees up, pulling you to straddle his waist and lean back against his thighs. from this angle, he's able to watch you play with yourself and masturbate above him while feeling your weight grounding him, just out of reach but almost close enough to taste

he loves taking you from behind and kissing the base of your neck, your breathless giggles echoing in his ears as his long hair tickles your shoulders and back

michael loves having you cockwarm him while he makes his masks!! he adores it when you doze off with your cheek smushed into his shoulder during a late night arts-and-crafts session, the slow pulse of his heartbeat deep inside you

he's so, so incredibly thankful for you, that he's able to unleash his frustrations into you, whether it be about a ripped mask or just about pentup emotions. he's eternally thankful for your love and under the table support

you are mikey's angel, his true saving grace. after his long bout at the institute, he was fully convinced that being loved by anyone was impossible for him. your welcoming arms and gentle praise proved him wrong and completely changed his image of heaven - to michael, it's no longer a cloudy sky mentioned in those old books, it's your warm embrace and loving gaze. it just took him a little while to realise that he was in his own little paradise with you

he tries his hardest to treat you with absolute reverence and adoration T-T he's devoted to making you feel good with him, no matter what. usually, this means holding back from skullfucking you at a brutal pace whenever you give him head. your throat is just so tight around him :( it's got him steadying himself against a wall with his hand, shaking and sweating from holding back, with his gorgeous, garbled moans encouraging you to swallow the saltiness of his length

mikey's wandering hands always end up on your ass or tummy whenever you cuddle together, it's just comforting for him

he's one of the strongest, largest men to ever walk the earth, but the way he gently traces your facial features makes you forget that completely. michael handles you like you're made of porcelain, only using soft pressure unless you assure him he won't break you easily

he has a big, strong and beefy body. lord knows how he maintained it in the institute but with you, he's gonna try his damnedest to put all of his strength to good use - whether it be getting you off while fingering you, his toned forearms barely breaking a sweat or his tree trunk thighs tensing while you ride them

mikey is not trimmed or well-groomed downstairs, his pubes are a wild and unkempt cloud of blonde and light grey hair, so you know he's not caring about how you look at all. you're a fuckin deity in his eyes and he'll dispose of anyone who makes you feel anything other than heavenly

michael is uncut, big and thick, with a large vein running up the underside - so heavy and large that it can't even stand up against his belly, instead slightly bobbing with his pulse and hanging low. it's the type you see in lewd magazines, where it tilts down even when fully hard

when you're on your knees for him, expect his weepy cockhead to drip onto your face while you kiss and nip at his heavy, full balls

oh yeah, this man has the definition of breeder balls; hanging low, swollen and filled to the brim with his potent cum. he truly has so much to give, so you'd better be ready for multiple loads throughout the night

in contrast to michael's hard cock, his nipples are soft and incredibly sensitive. if he's trying to cum as fast as possible, he'll sneak a hand up his shirt and pinch at them relentlessly - make sure they're puffy and spit-glazed after you've been ontop, he goes absolutely feral would really appreciate it

mikey has massive hands too - his fingers are enough to fill you considerably, but he often resorts to stuffing your mouth with them or using his palm to muffle your noises if you're being vocal. he definitely doesn't want the cops called on you just because he's great at pleasuring you

his cock feels heavy inside you, almost like he's deep in your chest whenever he bottoms out. the weight is absolutely dizzying as it stretches you out each thrust and rubs all of the right places. he easily gets drunk on the feeling of you clenching around him, leading to his head being tossed back with drool dribbling down his chin at the sensation

he has the biggest size kink possible but he really doesn't want to get carried away when exerting his strength and size on you - he doesn't want to get carried away or hurt you too badly :(

michael uses whatever knife he can get his hands on during foreplay to add a bit of risk and edge. cutting off your underwear and shirt, tracing down thighs and hips and gently nicking your skin every once in a while, but he quickly tosses it if you beg him to fuck you desperately enough - he doesn't wanna hurt you that bad, not before he's even gotten started

mikey is incredibly insecure about himself and his own worth as a person. he fears your love is only temporary and that you'll move on, leaving him behind as a memory or an adrenaline rush of foolish regret :( for that reason, he's terrified to go too hard or hurt you badly - he's convinced you'll be in pain and be fearful of him if he fucks up. be sure to reassure him when you're together after you have a rougher time and he's manhandling you more <3

initially when he learnt about dry humping, he was confused as to why he craved the friction so desperately but he's learnt to give in - michael will almost immediately cum in his pants if you quietly reassure him you'll clean up the mess you're both bound to leave on his clothes. half the fun (in his eyes, at least) is seeing you get flustered over the sheer amount of his load that's seeping into his boxers from just that little bit of friction

his favourite place to have you is on his lap - cockwarming, cuddling or napping, he does not care. he needs to have your face pressed into his neck with his larger frame providing you with warmth and stability

will rarely fist his cock but if you ever catch him, you might be able to make out his lips repeating the shape of your name over and over

for a long while at the start of your.. arrangement, he had no idea how to initiate sex. he'd just hover close to you, desperately hoping you'd notice the heat radiating from his massive, obvious bulge. would start to bite the inside of his cheek and guide your body towards him in a desperate hint if you didn't clock it immediately

he also did not know shit about the human anatomy, so he'll need you to guide him to where you want to be touched and with a bit of coaching, he'll learn the correct pressure and pace to get you off easily

if you tease him while he's in his overalls, the sight of his lower region slowly darkening with his endless pre and the sound of his haggard breathing devolving into animalistic grunts is nearly enough to make your knees give out

michael isn't a massive fan of fucking you on your bed, especially if your room is in a similar layout to his back at the institute. haunting memories brought on by the guards cast negative clouds across his mind and that is the last thing he wants with you. he'd much prefer to go at it against a wall, the couch or even the floor. most of the time, around his desk is where the action happens and your bed is solely reserved for sleep <3

he loves smearing his precum all over your face, loves letting his musk seep into your skin while your eyes glaze over with lust

he cups your chin, cheek and jaw whenever you have his full attention and his heart melts when you nuzzle into him - his thumb plays with your bottom lip and if you decide to suck on it to keep your mouth occupied, so expect to have mikey silently begging you to cockwarm him while his brain goes fuzzy

while you relax for the evening, watching a movie together, expect him to position you with your head on his thigh (your face way to close to his crotch ofc)

michael loves you sucking on his soft cock and warming him with your mouth, he adores the slow feeling of him growing hard as you moan and gag around his length

when you introduce him to the concept of the sixty-nine position, he absolutely short-circuits. what do you mean you can both suffocate in each other's musk while getting each other off?? what do you mean he can prop himself up above you so he can spend time teasing you while forcing you to choke on his length???

michael always cums a bit too quickly and a bit too much - the moment he enters you for the first time, he can't help but fill you up immediately (good thing he's blessed with inhuman stamina)

he's also the biggest fan of you offering to clean up the mess of his cum dripping down his shaft - if your ass is a bit tender and sore from his rough pace, he's more than happy to soften in your mouth while the two of you catch your breath and wind down

mikey isn't very confident with toys and would much rather pleasure you by himself, but he wouldn't mind learning slowly what you prefer over time

he's also not a fan of lube - it feels too cold on his skin and the slippery nature of it scares him a little, so the best way to get him all coated in pre (for your comfort ofc) is to rim him. his tip drools and spits out so much of his arousal whenever you fuck him with your tongue, rest assured it'll bubble down his shaft and drip onto your chest. the delicious flush of his neck and upper chest is a glorious sight to behold

he first feels the urge to make love to you slowly after he sees a steamy, romantic sex scene with a married couple on television - he wants to give you the warmth and care the actors portray on screen

when you first offered to give him head, he tentatively slapped his cock against your tongue to test waters and see if you liked the taste but ended up addicted to the feeling. he'll smack it against your lips and tongue every time you're on your knees for him

his heavy balls slapping against your chin while he floods your mouth with salty, thick warmth is one of his favourite sounds

he starts breathily whimpering in his gravelly voice whenever he fully bottoms out in your heat, one of the rare moments when he totally loses control over his lust for you

he grunts out the syllables of your name when he's about to cum, digging his fingers into your hips and nipping your neck, leaving deep marks on your skin

mikey gets the same rush whenever you both cum together as to when he stabs someone and kills them after a long game of cat and mouse - there's a reason why the french call it 'petit mortis', a little death

the first time the two of you had sex, it brought out such intense emotions from michael that he was left shaken, crying from confusion about the onslaught of feelings he just shared with you. he is originally torn between holding you close and never letting you go as well as instantly leaving and isolating himself in his own space - like he's used to. he needs time to fully mull over the situation and new sensations he experienced but he would really like to have you nearby incase he needs a hug :(

on a long day, after you've given him head, he'll softly catch his breath while watching you blissfully hum and rest your cheek against his thigh. he huffs a small chuckle as you press light kisses into his softening cock

myers really doesn't want to hurt your ass or bruise your upper thighs too much as he needs to have you perched on his lap whenever he can, but you can expect tender skin from his hips slapping into you as well as bruises from his grip on your waist and hips

if he was too rough with you the night before (maybe accidentally leaving bone-deep bruises or purple marks and scratches along your body), he'll disappear early next morning and return during breakfast with a fistful of fresh tulips as an apology, with their stems partially crushed. just be sure to rinse off the dirt still attached to the roots, it's the thought that counts :<

michael may be inexperienced and bashful but he'll try anything once if it gets you off and brings you pleasure

michael loves to place his hand around your throat, just as a reminder of his sheer strength and power over you. with the slightest amount of pressure, he could make your brain go dumb and your tongue loll out

he chokes you until your eyes become unfocused, your little gasps and whines becoming softer and softer. the proud glint in michael's eyes is deserved, as you fully trusted him with your life while you were in your most vulnerable position. he holds you close while you unsteadily catch your breath, mumbling about how good you are to him and stroking your hair all the while

if you're too shy to look up at him while he fucks you or gives you head, he'll tilt your chin up and groan when your cheeks flush at his blown out pupils

he's the type to not pull out after, needing to soften and catch his breath while still feeling connected, inadvertently overstimulating you without fail as his whole body is racked with aftershocks

if he's feeling mean, michael will make you hump his thigh while he palms at his dick during one of his arts and crafts sessions

he wipes the last dribbles of his cum on your inner thighs after he pulls out. he'll clean it either way - with a damp towel or his tongue, it's up to you <3

occasionally after a spree, he'll need to let his mind rest and will use you as his cute little fleshlight, burying himself deep inside you while guiding your hips along with his rhythm at a bruising pace. if you pay close attention, you'll see his lips forming silent prayers and whispers of apology whenever you yelp from the pace

his post-kill musk is potent enough to make your head spin. if you rest your cheek against his pectoral, you'll be able to feel his heartbeat start to slow against you :<

his guilty pleasure is pulling out while cumming thick spurts, slapping his tip across your skin while smearing his load all over you, be it your lips and cheeks or ass and thighs

michael doesn't want to disturb your sleep if he's needy, so he'll slip your hand in between his boxers and pajama pants to feel your smaller hand against his throbbing bulge. he's content to doze like that but expect to feel him humping into your fist while he sleeps. you may wake to the sound of sheets rustling as he licks up the mess he made, much too tired to change sheets but not wanting it to dry and soil your sheets

he insists on placing his hand firmly on the back of your neck whenever he takes you from behind - to stop you from fucking yourself back on his cock and squirming at his pace

after sex with mikey, it's a common occurrence for you both to be a panting mess on the floor when he's done, your throat sore from mindless babbling and loud moans - all complete with a wet, drool-covered spot on your shirt from his grunts through gritted, gnashed teeth. when he's floated back into the right headspace, he's absolutely mortified by his behaviour and is tentative to even glance at you in a less than innocent way for the next couple hours

if your soft body goes limp in his arms after a mind-blowing orgasm, he gets scared at first and stops his thrusts. he's worrying he hurt you but, once he realises you're alright, he'll support your head and neck and go completely feral, thrusting and grinding until he reaches his high as well

whenever you fall asleep ontop of him, he needs to have your face tucked into the crook of his neck - the scent of your hair and sex in the air lulls him to sleep quicker than any sedative could

he adores your attention while you both bask in your respective afterglows - your hands gently cradling his face while he tucks himself away is one of his favourite, most soothing actions of yours. he'll always rub circles into your skin in return

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amab hcs

michael is inexperienced and completely driven by instinct when it comes to giving head - he wouldn't be deep-throating, instead focusing on your tip and licking along your veins. he's a master of giving handjobs, with the amount of spit he shamelessly coats you with (not to mention his rougher hands)

if he's particularly needy, he'll come up behind you and gently undo your belt while tracing his fingers over your zipper, nosing at your jaw and softly rutting into your ass while panting above you

the moment your fly is undone, his breathing gets ragged and drool nearly starts dripping down his chin

cages you against a bench or wall to rut against your ass and breathe in your scent after a long day at work

if you introduce him to rimming,, lord save your soul. his scruff rubs your ass raw with how often he goes to town on your tight, puckered hole. his favourite bit is pulling back and admiring how you glint in the light with his spit shining all over

of course, the extra spit only helps his efforts of bullying his throbbing cock into your poor hole

whenever michael is close to the edge while buried deep in you, he starts uncontrollably twitching and bumping your prostate, causing you to let out a pitchy whine at the unexpected feeling. every time without a doubt, his eyes roll back and growls into your ear at you clenching around him

he has a small photo shrine of your cocks together, a mess of cum and spit framed for his appreciation (he's a romantic)

his dirty fantasy is getting your attention while you're on the phone in bed by mouthing and groping at your cock, working you through the fabric of your pants

michael is obsessed with rutting his cock against yours, covering each other in your arousals, cum spurting up onto your chests as you nip and kiss at each other's chest and throat

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afab hcs

mikey loses his mind a little each time you cream on his shaft, feeling your arousal dripping down to his balls and coating the insides of his thighs. just the thought of your slick coating him is enough to make his eyes roll back

he rips or cuts your underwear off you if he's too impatient to wait for you to fully undress

once michael is fully stuffed inside you, he gently traces where you meet, in awe of how he manages to fit in your heat

his large hands span over the bulge of his cock in your tummy, making you tear up at the pressure and drip onto the sheets

leans his head closer to your ear just to make sure you hear his groans and grunts while he destroys your pussy

his favourite sight is his pearly globs of cum oozing out of your puffy, soaked hole - made complete by the fucked out glaze in your eyes as you stare at the blurry spectre of a giant between your thighs

he tentatively gropes your thighs and enjoys warming his hands by sticking them up your shirt. if you both happen to make an appearance in public, expect him to crowd around you to try and shield you form from wandering eyes - he may be yours but you're also his, so no one has a right to touch or even look at your precious body (especially not your soft tits or ass, they're for him only)

teach him to tie his hair in a messy bun or acquire a hairband for him to keep his hair from getting sticky whenever he does down on you, slurping and worshipping your pussy like it's his god-given purpose on this earth

once he tries taking you in a mating press, he accidentally discovers heaven. he can fully dwarf you in his shadow and also cradle your pretty face while erratically thrusting and groaning in that raspy voice you love. if he fucks you dumb, he's more than happy to wipe away your tears

sometimes michael hesitates pushing into you for fear of it hurting too much, unintentionally resulting in him working you up by teasing your entrance with his thick cockhead then nudging your clit, fully soaking his length in your arousal

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ftm hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael's sadistic side comes out when he spanks your cock until your sloppy boycunt is drooling onto the mattress. he makes sure to gently slip his finger in your hole every so often, his delight in your whines is very evident when you can feel him throbbing under you

his strong forearms easily hold down your hips to stop them from rutting into his mouth whenever he sucks you off, making you shiver with every thrust of his tongue. his dick is neglected while he goes to town, not that mikey minds at all. he knows he'll be able to go balls deep after you've cum at least once to loosen up for him

due to his strength, he'll keep you still even while you become overstimulated, the pleasure bordering on pain but he's too far gone to care - this man becomes so pussydrunk that he can barely process that he's stained all of the material in your immediate vicinity with your arousal; your pants, his shirt, the carpet and not to mention the couch or bedsheets from his erratic wiping of his fingers when they get too slippery

loves to have you bouncing on his cock - grabbing your hips until they're bruised to control the pace and depth, pushing you to take all of him inside

sometimes if you look extra delectable while attempting to reach something off of a high shelf, michael may not be able to control himself and his craving for your taste - he will bend you over with no hesitation and make out with your cunt, nose glistening in your folds as his chapped lips graze against your tdick and his chin dripping with your pre. his massive hands groping your ass as he spreads your legs for better access

the rhythmic clapping of his heavy balls slapping your sopping cock is forever engrained in his mind, sometimes resurfacing at the most inconvenient times - he will be forced to rush home in the middle of an attempted spree just to feel your body against his

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mtf hcs

mikey initially gets scared if you administer hrt yourself with a needle - he knows what happens to rowdy patients who get the needle back at the asylum. however, as he slowly notices physical changes in your body, he'll marvel at your form developing before his very eyes

michael chases the sensation of having you pressed up against him while you're wearing clothing he's gotten you

he loves you feeling pretty whenever you're on top, tucking your hair behind your ear and using his thumb to swipe his cum off your chin

he will make you do your makeup before you fuck, needing you to feel as beautiful as possible while he absolutely destroys your hole - lipgloss smeared, mascara running, hair mussed and bruises all over your hips. he views you as a goddess, so expect him to make you feel like one

when you guide him to take your balls in his mouth, he'll eagerly suckle on them then return to your tip for his reward, eager to lap up your arousal with obscene slurping noises and proud huffs of satisfaction

he has a small shrine of your panties he's borrowed, keeping the ones with the dainty floral details for 'creative inspiration'

mikey gently squeezes on the back of your neck when preparing to take you from behind - he cannot simply cum from you squirming in impatience and grinding into him, he's not even inside you yet (it would be a waste quite frankly)

as his stubble rubs you raw whenever he eats you out, prepare for the bubbling heat beneath your skin to return tenfold whenever he fucks your thighs like a madman

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sorry if writing quality dropped, this took so long lmao. art the clown is next btw, look out for that.

thanks for reading. lmk if you liked it. if i got anything wrong, don't hesitate to tell me.

stay safe.

[scuddisher]

FATE UP AGAINST YOUR WILL

Thrown into Michael's room without supervision, he uses you for his desires—and uses more of you to his benefit.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+) PAIRING — rz! michael myers x gender-neutral! reader GENRE(S) — full fic, thriller, smut, sanitarium! au WORD COUNT — 3.3k WARNINGS — dark! & predator! michael (obviously), intense situations, choking, partial language, some objectifying tones SMUT WARNINGS — labeling this as dub-con (although consent is given) bc it can be taken either way, dom/sub tones, oral (michael receiving) turned skullfuck, force is used, gagging, cum-play & swallowing, sweaty michael, drooling, masturbation (reader), michael’s bde is real! RELEASE DATE — JAN 17TH 2023

AUTHOR’S NOTE — not another one of my fucking dreams making me want to write it out as a smut…i did it anyways lmao. this is literally just pure filth with a base-line plot, enjoy <3 i might make this into a series of segments of rz! michael x reader going insane for each other if this is received well, so please share your thoughts about that to me!!! this is roughly edited btw

NAVIGATION | SLASHERS MLIST & RECS

The sudden sound of the door's lock clicking startled you back into your senses. What had occurred that day had only felt like your imagination, words passed back and forth between doctors and guards.

It seemed unbelievable, a program that places yourself into the space of the quietest, most reserved and silently possessive man in the entire block.

"Although the accounted for are considered lesser of outside human beings—" The paper-written words made your ears ache with every syllable spoken. "—it is still within their right to be given time to consult one another. Our program places those most threatening with those of small cases in order to give a natural exchange that those in the common world deal with on a daily basis."

It was all a ruse to please the government—a stamp given to the sanitarium for their lessening care of those they house to grow their long list of experiments and labels.

"In better words: if the patients of Smith's Grove do not want to converse with one another in the open spaces given to them—we will force them to do so in another's space."

As soon as the white door swung on its hinges and opened way to the most notorious killer's room, the man hunched over his desk as usual, reality had set in.

Michael Myers, the most dangerous man locked away in the building for life, was now your partner in a survey-like test that could give you enough credit to appeal your case and perhaps get far away from a place like this. Maybe even back out into the world.

All you had to do was play along and not get killed by him.

"Michael!" The guard's voice was loud in one of your ears, shaking your entire frame. "You have a guest."

The guard's hand placed at the top of your back, one swift push pressing you into Michael's cell with the door closing quickly behind you. There was no time to think, no time to act, and most certainly no time to beg for a different partner.

You had seen his room in flashes, moving fast down the hall from the guard's pace—only enough time for a passerby's glance through the lines of the door's window or in through the door itself when it laid open.

Michael never frequented anything other than the cafeteria, his lonesome stay at the sanitarium nothing more than bitter to anyone who paid him any attention. Instead he sat within the four small corners of his cell, fingers tampering and crafting more masks than you could count—even with all of them before you now.

"You have an hour." With those four words, the door was shut and locked and the guard was gone.

Michael sat in the same chair you had seen him in a few times before, back hunched slightly to give his long arms a better angle at the mask being formed by his fingers. The paper-mache art seemed to reflect him in some ways, each and every one lining the walls various versions of what he made before except only slightly different.

You could feel your body rocking back and forth, eyes shaking from your nerves being shot. It was only a matter of time before the man made a move, got sick of you standing within his walls and decided to do something about it—the only thing you could think about was when.

The man was hushed, silent and deadly as you took two steps forward towards where he sat. He didn't pay you any attention, the mere shivering of your bones in his peripheral only making him blink his blue eyes behind the mask he wore on his face.

You didn't know what to say, or if you could even speak, but it didn't take long for the long-haired man to stand where he once worked.

Something had clicked in his brain. Maybe it was the scent of you in his nostrils, your single-bodied self unaccompanied and stuffed into his room to play house just to get good points on your record, or maybe it was the way his chest huffed in sudden annoyance of your presence—but the man was made well aware that you were where you weren't meant to be.

You felt your world growing smaller, the four walls that he had lived in quickly appearing to be your last demise. All of the times you had seen Michael, he was calm and collected—but as he stood before you know, you had no clue what was playing through his mind.

And it was his shuffle from the front of the chair that made your body stiffen, the long robe he always wore drifting with the blow of air that passed him as he turned and made his way before you. Not a single word had been spoken between you, his dark glare above your head making you wither.

It was four steps towards the big white gate that you could scream through and hopefully be released. It was three steps to his bed where you could cover yourself with his blankets and hopefully give padding to his blows if he wanted to strike. But it was only two steps backwards as your body moved for your back to meet the corner of his room, his towering figure moving you into the small space to make you feel even smaller than you were.

There was something about how he stared, eyes scorching across your exposed skin and mind clearly racing. From the perspective of a killer, you could be seen as cornered prey. But as his hand raised, flattened forward, and found its place on the cold wall above the side of your head—you were only left in a more curious state than before.

And only two sentences could make it past your lips at that moment. "W-Watch your masks."

The man's eyes blinked slowly, processing your words like he had never heard someone be so caring over something that was his. But from your sight, his head leaning down to be at the same level as yours appeared to you like he was going to do something.

"What do you want me to do?" Your words were fast, caught by his ears and held in his mind for just as long as the sentence before was.

The unresponsive man was a mystery to you, his deep eyes running their way up and down your form in response instead of speaking.

Only then did it occur to you of what was on his mind. A man locked behind thick gates and walls had more than just murder on the brain, and he had you all to himself for as long as the clock on his wall clicked to the next big digit.

You could hear his huffs behind his mask, the thickened paper shield only giving you an insight through his eyes and nothing more visually. He sounded like a dog panting over the idea of water, the arm above you moving once he took notice of your eyes trailing his muscles.

You watched his hand move below your chin, his index finger and thumb slowly creating pressure on your windpipe as they clamped down. It wasn't enough to choke you hard, only a warning of knowing your place.

You were in his room, in his space, and it didn't take any knowledge of anything besides natural human nature to know he was telling you that he was in charge right now.

"What do you want me to do?" It was the second time you had asked him that question, and yet your tone lowered to just above a whisper to let him know you genuinely wanted an answer.

You could see his eyes most immersively, the way his pupils dilated at the softness of your voice and even more-so from the message within the question.

You were now both on the same page, his desire for you carnal and your obedience for him an easy read to know that you would do anything for him in this moment just as long as he let you survive the hour.

In a moment's beat, his large hand left your throat and placed atop your head. His fingers curled into your hair to let his nails scrap at your scalp, the lightest push down letting you know the direction he wanted you to move in.

And before you knew it, you were on your knees before him. Breathing as heavy as his own—your shaking hands moved towards his gray sweatpants, pulling at the soft cotton fabric until only his cock was removed. Stiff, larger than you could have ever imagined, and leaking precum just at the slightest touch—your lips pressed into the tip as you grazed him.

The man made no sound except for his steady breathing, your eyes peering up at him for an answer on if you could keep going but the hand on your head seemed to hold you in your place. It didn't take long for you to devise a place, your tongue leaving your hot mouth and flattening to run along the bottom of his length and capture every vein and soft spot he might have.

And finally, he grunted. The hand on your head tightened on your skull, his fingernails digging into your scalp but not breaking the skin. It was clearly the first time he felt anything other than the touch of his own hand, and the man was slowly unfolding on himself.

Your tongue slipped over your bottom teeth to slowly suck him into your mouth, keeping from giving him any discomfort during the act. His body seemed hard, your hands gliding up his calves for one to take hold of the hem of his sweatpants for grip and one on his thick thigh to feel when his muscles clenched from the pleasure.

Your mouth welcomed his large cock, taking it in as much as it could fit before you felt your tongue jolt and his tip hit the back of your throat hard enough to make you gag. You felt his thigh muscle clamp before you heard the noise from his lips, a gurgled moan making you only want to repeat the action to hear it again.

"Mff—" The vibrations of your soft noise around him made him throb in your mouth, more of his precum slipping down your throat and leaving a saltier taste on your tongue as it swirled him.

You wanted to hear the silent man's noises, wanted to hear him fall apart from your mouth and touch, and right as your mouth backed away from his length until you reached his tip and licked at what spilled—you knew you had done even more than that to him.

His grip on the top of your head slid down until he held you by the back of your skull, fingers retaking their secure hold and forcing you back down his shaft. It wasn't the burning sensation from the suddenly used force that made the wetness of your arousal begin staining through your underwear and sweatpants, but the noise that left him in the process.

"Ug—hm" The man seemed to choke on his own breath, enthralled by the way your tongue lapped at him once he was fully back in your mouth.

He was so invested in what little space he gave you to work with once his cock was pressed to the back of your throat. Your tongue pressing at him, catching and memorizing every vein and soft spot that had him fucking deeper into your mouth although he was already too far in. And just when he appeared to reach the thought that he had done enough to you, your compulsion to swallow the amount of saliva and his leaking arousal in your mouth only fed his need more.

The man was delusional, drunk on your mouth as his right hand traded for his left on your head just so the other could slap into the corner wall and hold him upright. You had him almost speaking from the way he garbled his noises, sweat forming on the sides of his face and slowly dripping down to leave a small, wet dot on his clothing, and some even falling onto your own body.

Just as the burn in your neck turned into pain, his left hand began bouncing you on his cock. Your jaw relaxed, tongue keeping with its ability to poke and prod at him before you could fight it no longer and had to swallow around his length. Bobbing, moaning around him, and the slightest bit of saliva that had made it down his length managed to drip from your lips and get splashed onto the base of his cock.

"Fu-Fu—" The man hadn't said words in years, only grunted syllables on his tongue from his own motions. He was using you like a pocket pussy, and it drove him to begin twitching erratically in your mouth. He was seconds away from cumming when he hunched over until his chest was against your head, the thick liquid spurting onto your tongue only driving him into your mouth harder from the extra liquid coating his length.

"Uhmf—" His sounds turned into quiet, low growls as he pumped himself thrice more into your hot mouth. On the third time, he felt your tongue completely drowned by his cum—and your throat urging him to let you swallow it.

You felt like you were on cloud nine having watched a man, so cold and reserved, use you for his desires. His need to feel something warm around him, and he used you.

As you stared up into his glazed eyes, he was watching his cock leave your mouth with a pop. The hand that once held his tall figure up by the strength of the wall now held you by your chin  to remind you he is in control. In a moment's time, you felt the rough padding of his thumb connecting with your bottom lip, a gentle rub at the line of your mouth giving you permission to swallow his seed.

The phase of time seemed to end just as soon as it began, Michael's face returning to the blank stare he always showed as his touch left you completely to pull at his pants and cover himself back up. You watched the tall man clamber two steps back to the chair at his desk, his large hand pulling at the old plastic seat just as he sat down and began running his brush back through the glue to work on his mask.

Your thighs trembled below you, quivering with stains of your own body naturally wanting him further from the foreplay displayed in the crotch lines of your sweatpants.

You felt like a whining puppy as you turned your form towards him, scooching closer along the floor towards his sitting frame in the hopes that he would give you some type of attention. Your legs felt weak on the hard tiled flooring, eyes capturing sight of the clock that read plenty of time for him to help you get off, too. But as his head kept forward, eyes meeting every piece of newspaper sliding onto his new mask, his attention completely off you—your hand slipping into your own underwear was nothing on his mind.

Your fingers were ice cold as they pressed past the fabric you wore, capturing some of the extreme wetness the man caused as a reaction within your body and finding all of your sweet spots on the first go. It was only until your fingers curved against yourself that you moaned, watching the man's hand holt in place against the mask he was creating.

You had his attention. Your fingers worked yourself, mind so filled with static and the sensation from the fact that no one had ever gotten you this wound up before—especially when they didn't touch you at all.

You felt pitiful rutting into your own hand for friction. Michael sat away from you, not even a step apart, but he didn't move a muscle. He only listened to your sounds, heard the wetness you used to make yourself even wetter from your own touch—and finally he blinked at your sound when a word slipped from your light-sounding voice.

"M-Michael." He knew, he was well aware of what you were doing. Whether it was touching yourself to get him to touch you again, to maybe raise the same hard finish as he had—or if you were touching yourself with the idea in your mind that your own hand was his—either way, he was intrigued.

The rough pattern you had was nothing of his from before. He had a way of fucking himself with you, not letting you fuck him—and it was driving you to the brink of exhaustion trying to recreate the same cadence he had.

You wanted so badly for him to reach over and grab you, sink his hand into your pants or perhaps toss you over his thigh and let the muscle you felt flexing over and over bring you to your sweet release.

But instead he sat, listening, waiting for you to finish yourself off—no matter if it took the remainder of your time.

Just as your hand grew tired, eagerness turning into lingering touches as you rushed for your own orgasm to overtake you, your knees plowed into the hard flooring. Your hand turned into limited friction as you sat upwards, giving yourself the room to grind your hips back and forth for more force. It was hardly enough on its own, your mind needing more, and a single glance up at Michael gave you just that.

His length had risen again in his sweatpants from just watching you try to get yourself off. His pants turned into deep breaths, you could see his chest rising and falling rapidly as his head turned to watch you fall apart on yourself.

Your hips snapped quickly, one hand trying to keep yourself up and the other trying to apply enough pressure and hold for you to finally cum. And as the white light hit you, Michael's pants almost turned into animalistic noises as you watched his cock throb in the hold of his pants—you finally came.

Thighs clenching, your body fell back onto your folded legs as your eyes shut tight and your mouth cried his name once more. You could almost smell your scent as you rose back into your senses, the smell of sex in the air from the two of you although you didn't have intercourse.

You were minutes away from your time being up when your soaked hand left your pants, cum dripping from your fingers as you panted and tried to think of where to wipe it all off.

You felt so small once more, Michael's quick motion taking you by surprise as he pulled you forward on your knees by your wrist until you were right beside him. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, see the precum staining through his pants again, but nothing was as arousing as what he did next.

The hand that had its fingers covered in glue from him shaping his mask held you by your wrist, his opposite hand moving the mask in closer to you until your cum-soaked fingers were being run along the drying piece. You watched as Michael motioned your hand with his own large touch, your cum beginning to drip and be smoothed onto the paper-mache mask just before he pushed your hand away and began placing more strips of newspaper along your wetness.

And right as the voice in your throat rose to ask questions, beg to know why he wanted a mask that would permanently smell of your love stink—the sound of footsteps and keys jingling halted everything.

Your time with Michael was up.

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[skinnywalker]

Can I get a nsfw alphabet with Rz Michael Myers please?

NSFW ABCS with RZ Michael Myers

Surprised I haven't written this yet 😭

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

You have to teach him aftercare because he has no clue what it is, although he will try to cuddle after sex but it's still in his big awkward way.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He doesn't really have a favorite of his. If mask count it is his favorite. For you it's your hips and thighs. He just latches on to those during sex everytime.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He doesn't not care at all where it goes.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He is a panty thief. Stealing anything he can get his hands on so always check you landry.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

None at all unsurprisingly.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, mating press, or reverse cowgirl.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

It's Michael there is no humor.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

You've seen his hair, you KNOW he is totally buck wild.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Rough but caring. He always wants to be sweet but he can't help himself.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does when you not around. All the time.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding, oral (giving and receiving), bondge and somnophilia.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any where, any time and any place.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Anything you do makes him want to fuck.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mommy/daddy or degrading.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Receiving but he won't mind trying the deed on you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough. He is never really sensual but he does try to care.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes he is down but really only when he is busy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

No he likes the safe way. He doesn't like doing new or scary things.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As many as he wants. Normal 4 or 5 if you can.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

No he just uses himself. That's all he needs and so will you.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't care whether he is teasing or not he is fucking how he wants.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Little grunts til he finishes with a loud grunt than a small whimper. Everytime.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He really does want to cuddle after sex but he doesn't know how to ask.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Big and thick about 9 inches uncut and dark pink at the tip.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high but he can never communicate it to you so times he'll just grab you if he wants you.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep. Not unless he is dead tired.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ slashers scenarios | sharing a bed

♡ fandoms; The Boy, Halloween, Texas Chainsaw Massacre (original + 2006), House of Wax, Dead by Daylight, slashers (general)

♡ characters; Brahms Heelshire, Micheal Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡ cw; very suggestive content, implied smut

♡note; swapped out billy in this one bc i can’t imagine him sharing a bed with someone and not getting literally pornographic

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

Brahms Heelshire

> Once he decides he wants to share the bed, he finds the biggest guest room bed and brings all of the comfiest pillows and blankets he can to make it perfect

> For you more than him, but he doesn’t feel too hurt when you push half of them to the foot of the bed

> It was a lot even for a king bed

> You’re reluctant at first, not used to sharing a bed

> But you find he’s very hard to say no to once you’re in that deep

> He tries to give you space, but it’s not long before he’s wrapped around you, clinging for dear life

> And he almost immediately falls asleep like that, head tucked into your chest

> You sigh and try and relax, petting his hair

> And you fall asleep with your hand still tangled in his black locks, holding him close to you

> You wake up to him nuzzling your neck and practically whining

> “Baby…wake up…”

> You’d ask him what the problem was…if you couldn’t feel it against your leg

> You spend most of the morning still in bed, lazily fixing his predicament

Micheal Myers

> He doesn’t get why you want him to do this

> You know he doesn’t cuddle

> You know he usually gets restless and wanders at night

> But there’s no reason to say no, and even he can’t stand how sad your pout is

> You hum and stretch, tucking yourself in and look at him expectantly

> He takes off his boots and lays on top of the covers beside you, stiff as a board

> You have to coax him to even take the mask off, but he still won’t relax

> You quickly realize he’s used to high security psych ward bunks, not big comfy queen beds full of stuffed animals

> “…do you…wanna sleep on the floor?”

> He pauses.

> Shakes his head and closes his eyes.

> After you finally fall sleep, he sits up, intending on leaving

> But you look so peaceful…he can’t help to stay and watch you. Just for a little while.

> When he touches your cheek, you press into his hand. Maybe a while longer.

> When you wake up he’s still staring at you, hand long gone from your cheek

> But once you blink awake, it creeps somewhere else..

Thomas Hewitt

> He’s almost nervous of the idea

> Y’all are certainly intimate with each other - just as intimate as you would be if you were married like his mama was planning

> But what if the family noticed you were in there? He’d kill Hoyt for calling you anything nasty-

> When he sees you in skimpy PJs, he immediately forgets his worries

> He has a huge bed because he’s a huge guy, so when you curl up in it alone, it’s almost comical

> He’s staring at you as he climbs in after you, cautiously removing his mask

> His shoulders relax a little when you smile up at him, still so amazed you can stand to look at him

>“Hold me?”

> He grunts and takes no time in pulling you flush, spooning you. He’s more relaxed than he’s been in a while, sure he’ll fall asleep in no time

> Until you give a tiny sigh and shift your hips, innocently adjusting

> It doesn’t take much for you to set him off- he’s touch starved and obsessed with you.

> Along with feeling him against your ass, you can literally hear his breathing change.

> “…Tommy baby? Want me to take care of that?”

> It takes another two hours before you fall asleep, both sticky with sweat and sated, your head laying on his broad chest.

Bubba Sawyer

> He’s so happy to have a sleepover- even if you live right down the hall in the same house (I cannot imagine you dating him and being allowed to leave the farm tbh)

> He gives you an updated tour of his room- he’s very happy to show you the collection of polaroids of you he hung up.

> You were wondering where those went

> Finally he drops you on the bed, giggling quietly

> It’s old but comfy, and he has plenty of stolen pillows and blankets, and even some stuffed bears

> He strips right on down to his heart boxers, leaving his mask on for last

> He takes it off slowly, giving you that shy look he always does

> You grin and open your arms and he’s more than happy to scoop you up with a coo.

> By the time you’re settled, you’re curled around his back

> He loves being the little spoon, even if he’s a big brute

> When you wake up he’s bursting back into the room with some slightly burnt toast for breakfast

> It’s a sudden wake up call, but a welcome one

> And you repay him in tons of kisses, all over

Vincent Sinclair

> Like some of the others he’s hesitant

> But you want him to relax, he’s been working so hard- so you take him away from the studio, and into your room

> You’re not even letting him so much as sketch until he sleeps

> He tilts his head and is almost pouting, trying to guilt you - even more so once you help him remove his wax

> Until you coax him into his stomach so you can massage his back, that is

> You’re clumsy and certainly not a professional, but your hands on him is enough to melt away the stress

> He suddenly rolls over and grabs your hips as he hears you yawn

> It’s your turn to pout down at him

> But eventually you relent and let him cradle you close to his chest as he hums a nonsense lullaby

> You keep him trapped in bed the next morning as revenge, again straddling him before he can get up to leave

> But this time, you’re most certainly not yawning

[lussiane333]

hello friend, love the slasher posts

Ok so we all know that scene in Halloween when the nurse chick (I completely forgot her name) was kissing and biting micheals hand. Could you do that but with his s/o like how would he reacte if it was someone he ......likes?

Hello there!

That scene.. I'm jealous.

(Any version) Michael Myers x Reader NSFW!

(It's me, of course it's NSFW, what else did you expect ;P)

Kiss it better

Michael knew that you liked his hands.

It turns out that besides the brutality, his hands could still give pleasure.

The way you ogled when he grabbed something, when he placed his hand on your thigh and circled his thumb on your skin, so light and soft. Or when he gripped your neck tightly, Michael savoring the sweet sounds you made, as your eyes watched his flexing arm. Your hand placed on top of his that held your neck, feeling his strong grip.. 

The way your eyes were practically heart shaped, when he came home all dirty and bloody, his hand gripping the knife so tightly it made his veins pop out even more.

Michael knows it all.

He also knows that he could easily crush you with them. One hand and you would be gone.. It's not only erotic to him. He feels a strange sensation in his chest when he thinks that you know about the things that he has done with his hands, and you still look at them like it's a holy picture.. He's aroused but touched too.

So now imagine, Michael coming back home with a big bruise forming on his knuckles. It was still red, maybe the victim kicked him or threw something at him, tried anything just to save themselves. 

Tried..

"Let me kiss it better.." You said, giving Michael the most prettiest gaze you could. 

Michael's eyes were on you. It didn't even hurt and he was eyeing you for trying to baby him like that, but he gave you his hand anyway.

You felt heat creep along your neck as you found yourself kissing his palm. Then you began to suck and bite just gently on Michael's fingers.

His eyes widened slightly, all focused on you and the way your mouth moved, your eyes on his as you held his wrist. 

Oh he likes it. A lot.. 

When you softly moaned and bit down harder, applying the perfect pressure with your teeth, he lost it. 

He would put you against the nearest furniture and fuck you hard, pushing his hips forward to sink his cock into you over and over again, his fingers in your mouth, muffling the sounds you made. 

'You like it so much, now take it.' He thinks, as he pushes his fingers down your throat more.

He wouldn't be able to hold back the soft moans that escaped him. Seeing you sucking on his fingers while he's deep inside of you? Yeah, that does something to him.

Michael would definitely give you hints to do it again after this..

Coming home after another bloody night and you would see a big scratch on his hand. (He actually did it himself) He would stare at you, showing you his hand and if you wouldn't get the hint, he would put his thumb on your lower lip, pulling it down gently and lean closer to you just to whisper a soft, almost inaudible: "Kiss it better." 

[lace-coffin]

Slasher kinks headcanons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Minors DNI

Slashers x gender neutral! reader

Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)

Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on

did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc I’m a horndog? Absolutely

I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.

Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isn’t enough t4t Michael < 3

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact you’re his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoyt’s porno magazines before now.

Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then he’d be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after you’ve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.

Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if it’s not biologically possible) and you’ll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels he’s filled you up enough for it to take.

In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesn’t care if it’s not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, he’ll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )

Hucow kink! Loves it whether he’s the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until they’re swollen/hard and sensitive, don’t worry though, he’ll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer he’ll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3

If Tommy is being submissive in this situation he’s super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until he’s actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. He’s a good boy though and knows his place so he won’t break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.

Bubba sawyer

Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Drayton’s view that it’s “sex or the saw”. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from what’s important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know she’s not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.

Once they know more and gain more experience they’re super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like it’s their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. He’ll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.

He loves praise and to know that she’s doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Don’t be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how he’s made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.

Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at 👀 will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.

Jason voorhees

Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good can’t be wrong. Encourage him and let him know it’s ok to fulfill his need and he’s not dirty or wrong for it!

Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). He’s also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.

He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all it’s worth. He loves to know he’s the one making you feel good and he’s the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good he’s doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and you’ll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)

Despite this, if Jason’s had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.

Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. He’ll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does he’s happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didn’t even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesn’t have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!

Jason’s very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.

RZ! Michael Myers

Michael may be quiet but he’s very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Don’t expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. He’ll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although he’ll back off if you tell him no, he’ll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.

Michael is more relentless in topping when he’s come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.

I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasn’t had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smith’s Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.

(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you don’t want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)

To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. He’s 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.

(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. He’ll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)

Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he won’t open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.

Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. He’s not worried about you being in any actual danger because he’s the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows it’s inevitable, there’s no where you could go that Michael won’t find you. Don’t expect to make it home once he corners you, you’ll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.

(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michael’s cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)

Billy lenz

Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either he’ll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if it’s the latter please reassure him it’s not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.

This couldn’t be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you or that he’ll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes he’ll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.

To add onto this I think he’d have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.

Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether it’s him telling you how he’s going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. He’ll taunt you, telling you you’re only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.

He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since he’s not super familiar with it and didn’t want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didn’t stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasn’t informed and didn’t use lube so it wasn’t good lol.

All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out he’s a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, he’ll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesn’t care whether you’re pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if he’s riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but he’s completely willing to wait until you’re ready, he’d never do anything you didn’t want. When you are ready it’s all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol

Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.

Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isn’t always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.

Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahms’s brattiness seems to disappear once he knows he’s pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. He’ll cry and beg you to change your mind but it’s too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If he’s been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.

Asa Emory

Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You won’t have a say on your freedom. (I’m going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because it’s more likely)

Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until you’re wheezing for air. He’ll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until he’s broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.

Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you won’t be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if you’re not doing it to his liking. At the end he’ll spit in your mouth and make you say “thank you sir”, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.

Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless you’re allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, they’re both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until they’re red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasn’t seen from you before he’ll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.

Yautja/predator (female and male)

Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.

Female Yautja

Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Don’t think you’re going to just leave the house in it though, she’ll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.

As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isn’t given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but she’s the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.

Once mating season rolls around she’ll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. You’ll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.

Male yautja

Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and you’re none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows it’s all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense tree’s too. He’ll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches it’s peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.

Your mate can tell when you’re ovulating and he’s ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesn’t phase him at all, he’s perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you aren’t leaving the bed for a few days, he’ll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates he’ll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.

Sometimes it’s nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. He’ll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.

[princessgorewhorexx]

“sticks and stones may break my bones,”

“but words will never hurt me”: Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Vincent Sinclair, Brahms Heelshire, Jason Voorhees

“but chains and whips excite me”: Ghostface, Chromeskull, Harry Warden, Bo Sinclair, Freddy Krueger

“no they won’t???”: Michael Myers

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

I AM LIVING FOR YOUR SLASHER HEADCANONS, esp the last post!! but i have a question: what do you think michael would do if the next time he wants to fuck, they’re like “nope, don’t want to, you didn’t make me cum” and is generally just provoking him and saying shit like “i can just find someone that CAN satisfy me” and other dumb shit. would he not care?? get jealous? knife through the door?? so many possibilities

Thank you thank you!!! <3

𝒞𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝐹𝑜𝓇

Featuring: Michael Myers

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: oral sex, fingering, rough sex, overstimulation, general nsfw things, mdni, i got carried away, unedited because I didn't think i'd write this much

As for your question(s):

I think it definitely depends on how long you've known him. The only way he'd give a flying fuck about what you think is if he was down bad. Especially if we're talking about the OG Michael. RZ Michael is easier to convince to actually give a shit what you want in bed, but it's still not a priority for him. Still, there are certain personality traits you can exploit to get what you want. . .

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When you first brought up that you were unsatisfied in bed, it was a very soft comment after he was done and zipping his jumpsuit back up.

"I didn't even cum. . ." you mumbled, staring at your bare abdomen and leaking cunt. It was all him. You didn't even have the chance to pleasure yourself; it was too difficult with him constantly flipping you over and manhandling you. Your body was sore and bruised, but you laid there, discontent.

You moved your gaze to look at his masked face. Judging by the way he stopped his movements, he'd heard you. You bit your lip, turning your eyes away and down to your hands which fiddled with each other. You knew he didn't care, but it would be nice if he did.

"Just get out, okay?" you spoke, embarrassed and a little angry. "I'll just get myself off since you can't seem to do it."

Your tone had him walking around to the side of the bed, grabbing his discarded knife from the nightstand. You flinched, but didn't bother to run. If he wanted to kill you, he would have already.

Just as you figured, he turned back around, trudging out of your bedroom with the blade in his grip. You rolled your eyes. You were half tempted to call up and old friend of yours for a night, but realized that might end in bloodshed. Michael was much too possessive for that.

Suddenly, an idea crossed your mind. You knew Michael was selfish, but he also always had something to prove. He wanted to, no, needed to be the best at everything. Nobody could escape, outrun, or hide from him, and he knew that. So what if. . .

It was a few days later when he came back, heavy footsteps on your porch alerting you. Still, you pretended not to notice, phone up to your ear as you chatted. You were leaned against the kitchen counter, occasionally popping some popcorn into your mouth.

The door to your house creaked open before shutting again. You paid no mind.

"Go out? Ha," you spoke, fingers moving around a stray popcorn kernel absentmindedly. "If I want to get drunk, I'll do it in my own home, thank you very much."

At this point, he was looming in the kitchen doorway, but you didn't even bother with a glance.

"Oh, go out to meet someone, huh? Yeah, I guess that would be nice. . . I mean sure, there's a guy that stops by, but I'd be lying if I said I was satisfied." You leaned against your fridge, his massive form still lingering just a few feet away.

"It's just. . . other people I've been with have gotten me off four, five times a night, but this guy? Not once. Yeah. You heard me. Not once."

You made sure to emphasize that last phrase. You knew the dangerous game you were playing, but you didn't care. "Talk to him? Girl, I've tried. He's like a brick wall. Doesn't even say goodbye. As soon as he's done he's out the door. Rude? Tell me about it. Sure, I've had better, but he always keeps crawling back looking like a kicked puppy. I just kind of feel sorry for him."

You didn't have time to speak again before the phone was ripped from your grasp and tossed carelessly across the kitchen, plastic pieces shattering across the tile.

One hand wrapped around your throat while the other rested just beside your head, almost denting your poor fridge with the force. The choke was painful but not deadly, and you locked eyes with the culprit, staring intently.

He pulled you against him before slamming you back against the fridge, and you winced at the sudden force. "What's wrong with you?" you sputtered out, your hands trying to fight the grip on your throat.

He glanced at the destroyed phone, and you had to stifle a smirk from appearing on your lips.

With another slam, he finally released his hand from your neck, and you took in a few shaky breaths. Still, he loomed close enough to leave you pressed against him.

"You're angry," you spoke, rubbing the marks forming on your neck. "I assumed Michael Myers never got angry."

He looked to the shattered telephone again before looking back at you. He wanted an explanation.

"What do you want me to say? It's true. And I'm pissed about it. All you ever do is use me then leave. I haven't had a proper orgasm in weeks!" You pushed your hands against his chest angrily, but he didn't budge. "I know you're not a good man, but it still isn't fair. I can't even call anyone because you'll have a knife through their neck before they can get their pants off."

He let out a breath, both hands finding purchase on your hips. "Now's not the time," you huffed, moving to push his hands away. His grip tightened. You headbutted his chest, forehead resting against the rough material of his jumpsuit. How could he be raring to go at a time like this? "Unless you've got anything planned for me tonight, I'm not interested."

He didn't falter. You looked back up to try and read his face through his mask. It did not work. You could tell he was. . . different than usual, but he was probably still pissed off from your words over the phone.

His fingers nestled behind the waistband of your shorts, and in one fell swoop they dropped to the floor. You stayed silent. He never had the decency to take your clothes off. It was always ripped or sliced, and there was never any time taken. Hell, he'd never taken your shorts off without your underwear going with.

You stifled a laugh. Was he actually. . . trying?

He slid a knee between your thighs, pinning you. One hand explored your upper half, sliding under your shirt until he hit your bra. His other hand travelled downwards, slipping underneath your panties. You felt a rough digit slide against your clit and let out a sudden breath. Quickly, he backtracked, moving back up until he found that same spot.

You had to bite your lip to prevent a gasp from leaving it. You couldn't remember the last time you'd been stimulated there. It was suddenly all too-sensitive.

Two fingers caught the small nub, and you had to grip his shoulders to prevent yourself from falling. The digits toyed with it, squeezing and brushing like he was testing something. Your forehead pressed against his chest as heavy breaths left you.

One hand worked at massaging your chest, running a thumb against your nipple, while the other played with your clit harshly. You didn't expect him to be gentle in the slightest, but it still had you shimmying your hips in discomfort. It's not that you weren't aroused, and in fact, you were all too turned on. He'd never shown any interest in any part of you besides your cunt and mouth, and even then it was only to slide his dick into. This? This was all new. This feeling of rough hands overtaking your body, touching your skin, pleasuring you for the first time. . .

You pushed your hips forwards, trying to gain friction. With any luck, you could actually get off tonight.

Suddenly, all hands were off of you and he stepped back, tilting his head.

You rushed to hold yourself up, knees wobbly. You shot daggers at him, eyes burning. He stopped. Why the fuck did he stop?

He stared at you, waiting for something. You crossed your arms over your chest, looking as put-together as you could with wetness creeping down your thighs and shorts discarded on the floor.

"I'm not apologizing, if that's what you want," you muttered. "Congratulations, you found the clit. Took you long enough. You'll have to work a little harder if you're looking to clear your name."

In a flash, he had you hauled over his shoulder, and you let out a gasp of surprise. You could only sigh as he took you to your destination.

You were dropped onto your bed, legs dangling off the front as he pushed you down into the mattress. You cocked a brow.

In an event you'd never thought would happen, he kneeled down in front of you, hands spreading your thighs apart. Was this a dream? You were in shock. There's no way he was going to. . .

You were pulled out of your thoughts when your panties were slid down your legs and tossed aside. It didn't take long before one hand was back between your legs, rubbing your clit as the other pressed against your stomach to keep you in place. You couldn't move your thighs which were locked apart, blocked by his shoulders.

You couldn't sit up with the way he had you pinned, and so stared at the ceiling, hands gripping the sheets.

A new sensation startled you, and you tried desperately to sit up enough to see, but it was no use.

It was his tongue, dragging up your folds until he reached your clit. He took the nub in his mouth, and you had to slap a hand over your mouth to prevent the noise that threatened to come out.

That old and familiar feeling built within you, like a spring coiling and coiling, ready to snap. Your mind went blank as a tension built within you. It was like everything but your cunt was numb. There, feeling was in overdrive. Every swipe of his tongue, every prod of his fingers inside of you, swiping forward to push against your favorite spot: it was too much.

You came with a breathless gasp, back arched as your hands dug into the sheets. Even without seeing, you knew your cunt was a mess. You could feel your cum seeping out. You could smell the scent of sex in the room. Your thighs shook, pussy clenching around nothing.

You expected him to pull back, but instead you felt his tongue licking at your cunt, swiping up any spill into his mouth. You let out a whine as he prodded inside, tongue lapping up your wetness.

Digits were back to circling your clit, and you moaned, still much too sensitive. Despite this, he had no intentions of stopping, instead switching out his fingers for his mouth as he thrust a finger inside of you. You had no time to process before another joined the first. Your head pressed desperately against your bedsheets.

"Slow down," you gasped, voice shaking. He didn't heed your words, and in fact, sped up the way his fingers pushed in and out of you. You whined. The tension was already back and ready to snap within you.

"Michael," you cried, eyes clenched shut. "Please!" You weren't sure what you were pleading for.

You came again, more violently than the last. Over and over your cunt pulsed, leaking your cum to pool at your enterance, only to be pushed back in with the shove of his fingers.

"Okay! Okay! You win!" you panted, wiping the sweat from your face.

When he still showed no signs of letting up, all you could do was let out a weak groan. You got what you desired, you supposed. But it seemed he found something he liked as well.

All this because you decided to talk a little shit about him. You didn't dare tell him there was nobody on the other line.

[1-800-cr33py]

I know it didn’t win the poll but I humbly ask you to write that RZ! Micheal Myers size kink fanfiction whenever you have the time and if you are feeling up to it🙏

{this is so late and I sincerely apologize TvT}

Sedatives

Tags: Dub-Con, Size Kink, Rough Sex, Choking, Manhandling, Reader is mentions to be a nurse some time ago, blood, knives, overstimulation, Michael is a warning himself. a/: this will most likely be one out of 2 parts anon im so sorry TvT

Sweet thing you were, you’d give the shirt off your own back if someone in need called for it, so giving and so trusting to even the most hardened criminals. It was a wonder how someone like you graced the halls of Smith’s Grove Sanitarium. You, a star-eyed nurse fresh from medical school. The scum and slime that riddled the halls of the hellish “sanctuary” you’d been accepted into. You skip down the halls with your checklist and medicine cart in tow. You were kind. You were happy. You’d given patients who’d hadn’t seen the sun in years the same kindness as one would give to an old friend. But you favored one more than the others.

Michael fucking Myers.

Silent halls.

Odd shadows.

Creaking wheels.

The usual ambiance of Smith’s Grove had finally settled within your nerves after a long long few months. You, with your now worn in uniform, counted the rooms with an intent gaze. On the left, even numbers, and parallel to them were odds. Though it was a weird concept, there was a reason. Those on the left, the doctors deemed ‘safe’ and had the possibility of rehabilitation.

Inmates that resided on the right wing however, well you didn’t quite know if you’re being honest, you weren’t allowed to even breath the wing’s direction yet. But one digresses. Your low heels made a blunt click click click upon the cold floors as you neared your station, medicine cart in tow. Your manicured hand reached for your ID, ringing yourself in as the loud pang alerted you of the unlocked status of the door, which was shoved open by your hip as you passed a polite nod to security. Your trek was cut short however, your overseer tugging you aside with a rather harsh hand.

“ You’re the medicine girl right?”

medicine girl…right. Giving a curt nod he sighed, his breath reeking of cheap coffee and some kind of alcohol. His orders were short, clipped and rather rude. Though the next words he uttered left your mouth gaping like a fish out of water.

“ You’re doing both wards. Kirsten…had an incident. “

Fucking hell.

So now, here you were, approaching your last patient for the night. With security stalking behind you with scowls as they glared at patients through the tiny windows. You gulps, it was never patients that scared you, no. It was the sleazes that worked outside the cells. Their wolffish stares and ugly grins. You shook your head, you were approaching Michael’s cell.

You didn’t know much about him, only whispers of the monster, the brute that killed most of his family. A grade A killer, someone that should be locked away from society if not for Mr. Loomis’s need to study him like some kind of bug. But, you being you, wouldn’t let that stop you from being kind. That’s what irked you most about people here, these patients were still human at the end of the day. They still bled, they still died, they had interests and dislikes and personalities. You sighed, eying the dainty wrist watch. ‘ Just an hour and a half..’ you thought as some scum of a man unlocked the heavy metal door. Eying you as you motioned him to move aside.

“ Careful, he hasn’t seen such a young thing like you in a while…might finally remember he’s got a cock. “ the guard, who’s tag read Pierson, chuckled, elbowing his colleague. You could feel their gaze raking across your body, internally you gagged. Lurching forward was a far easier than you wanted to admit, medicines and needles clattering at the motion as the door slammed behind you, leaving you to jump.

Michael’s room was…interesting looking at it.

Buzzing overhead lights gave some relief as you tended to your cart, organizing the arrangement of pills and sedatives in their respective cup to serve to the inmate, who’s back was turned to you, fiddling with another mask that would surely find its way with the rest that perched upon the greening walls. Finally, you found the correct assortment. Smiling to yourself, you turned to face the mountain of a man.

“ Alright Mr.Myers, here’s your dailies! Dr. Loomis upped your sedatives so if you feel a bit off thats the cause! “ you chirped, leaving the cup a bit of a distance. Like you’d heard from the other nurses, Michael gave no indication of acknowledgment, hands stained with the glue-water mixture. The masks on the wall drew your attention, though you didn’t dare raise a hand to touch the precious things, knowing how it felt to have your art defiled by ignorant hands. “ You have a lovely night Mr. Myers! The mask are gorgeous as well! Truly a work of art. “ you smiled, warmth radiating from your aura.

Oh sweet thing. What have you done?

[crypticbunnygirl]

Teasing the shape 

Michael Myers x female!brat!reader

Prompts: “You’re gonna regret that” “I’m screwed” “I’m not done with you, you brought this upon yourself” 

This is my first time writing smut, I am open to constructive criticism! just please be nice! :) 

Warnings: rough sex, light bondage, light dom and sub, bites, bruising, darcyphilla (michael loves to see you cry from overstim), slight breeding kink if you squint real hard, overstimulation, size kink, degradation, dumbifaction (like a few words), micheal gets soft with aftercare, Michael does talk a little but only a few lines 

Words: 1.3k 

Somehow, some way, you had convinced Micheal to let you ride him. He never liked being underneath you, unless he initiated it.  But now, you were straddling him, his mask on the floor. His rough hands on your hips.   “C’mon mikey, lemme tie your hands...it’ll be great.” You state. He gives you a sharp glare.  “Come on! Please!! I’ll make you and buy you lots of sweet things!” You say, trying to get him to cave in on letting you tie his hands to the bedpost.  “Fine, don’t make me regret it.” He mutters, his voice raw and deep. Your heart flutters at his voice. You grab the red rope, and make a knot. A few moments later you sit back, biting your lip at how Micheal looks. You feel his eyes practically burning your skin. “I’m going!” You voice, you knew what that look meant, he’s getting impatient. Micheal had helped you with getting ready to take him. You let out a sigh; no matter how many times you and Michael have had sex, it still takes you a while to get used to him, with you riding him, you can take your time. It helped that he was already erect, you let out a shaky breath and slowly sank onto his cock. You look into his eyes, you know you need to hurry up. He didn't have to say anything for you to understand. You let out another deep breath as you continued to slowly go down on his cock, you could see he was growing impatient when he slammed his hips up, his cock filling you up. You gasped at the sudden fullness. You start to move slowly, bringing your hips back up and down, your hands supporting you. You moved slowly to be a tease. How could you not pass this opportunity to tease him?? You weren’t going to pass this up. So, you start moving, slowly knowing damn well Micheal will make you regret this, but you don’t care. Your right hand goes down to your clit and starts slowly rubbing in a circular motion. “Michael~” You utter.  You know he’s about to snap, the way he’s tugging at the rope. Did you purposefully tie them poorly? Maybe. You continue this slow agonizing pace, for him anyway, you were enjoying this. You continue your motions, feeling pressure build in your abdomen. Micheal was glaring at you. He hated this. He wants you to have your hands tied, with him pounding into you like an animal, and you knew this. This was torture for him, watching you please yourself, with your small hands? Please he could do so much better. He knew what you liked, hell loved in bed. How to get you to cry for him. You close your eyes, basking in the pleasure, the slow sensual pleasure. Suddenly you hear a snap, you open your eyes, the bed post is broken, Micheal has gotten out of the rope. Fuck. You're screwed. You feel his hands on your hips and he slams you down onto his dick. He switches so he’s on top, you're beneath him, where you should be. He grabs your wrists, takes the rope that he broke out of and ties your hands together.  “You're going to regret teasing me.” He whispers in your ear. You shudder with excitement. This is exactly what you wanted, and Micheal knew this. He starts thrusting into you, his hands holding your hips in place to make sure you can’t move away as he slams into you. One of his hands goes to your clit, going in rough circular motions.  “Michael! Don’t stop!” You mutter, like he planned to. He continues his rough pace until you're squeezing him. “I’m c-cumming!” You stutter, coating his cock in your juices. He continues to fuck you, not slowing. He drops his head to the crook of your neck, he starts biting and sucking, making you whimper. God how he loved those sounds. He leaves hickies and bite marks galore, he moves to your chest, sucking on your nipples, knowing it was a more sensitive part of your body. You whine, feeling that pressure build up.  “Mikey, I-I’m g-gonna cum a-again.” You whimper. He nods, you know this is what you get for teasing.  He doesn't slow down, only continues the onslaught on your body. You feel the pressure build, build and then, he gets deep enough, hitting the right spot, sending you over the edge. 

“M-Michael!” You whimper, clenching around him, making him groan. Soon his thrusts get sloppy and he dips into your ear, your name falling from his lips, as he cums. You're panting and you see a sly smirk on his face. Before you get a word out he resumes his harsh thrusts. Michael leans down and whispers, “This is what you get, you're going to cum until I’m satisfied.” This is the most vocal he's ever been, you whine as he continues to slam into you. He smirks as you whimper and whine. 

“Whine for me, slut.” He mutters in your ear, his voice making you clench. He starts a rough pace on your clit making you gasp. You can't find the words to let him know your cumming again.

“Mi-Micha-” You can’t even form a sentence, he chuckles.

“Look at you, my baby is all dumb hm? Did I fuck you dumb?” He asks. All you can do is nod and whimper, his voice making you wetter. 

“Of course I did.” He whispers, his arm wraps around your waist to pull you closer to him. You smirk dumbly as he lifts you up by your waists and thrusts into you, hitting that bundle of nerves making you squeal. He continues to hit it. Positioning himself to always hit that bundle of nerves, over and over. You can feel that same feeling building in your gut. Before you could get any words out your coating his cock and he adores watching you come undone underneath him. The way you whimper and your squirming. God, he loved it. He kept thrusting and soon became sloppy, you knew he was getting close. With three thrusts he comes in you, his grip on your hips tightening and holding you in place. Once he finished he pulled out and looked down at you. To him you look like a piece of art, covered in hickies, bite marks, bruises, and his cum leaking out of you. You watch him walk away. You're too exhausted to ask, your brain fuzzy. A few minutes later he comes back with a rag and starts carefully cleaning you. It felt nice, the warm water on your sensitive skin, it was relaxing. Once he finishes cleaning you up, he holds you, a little awkwardly. He wasn’t used to giving affection. But you were very content with his aftercare. He’s a work in progress. Soon you feel sleep take you, falling asleep in Michaels arms. 

[im-his-druidess]

Can you do something about rz michael taking care of the reader when she's on her perioid?

Absolutely! I've talked a bit of this sort of thing here as well 😘

Michael would have absolutely no idea on how to take care of you. All the knowledge he has are fuzzy memories from Sex Ed he was forced to take in school. So he just follows your lead on most occasions unless something strikes his curiosity and he wants to explore.

You will often grab his hands and place them on your lower abdomen or lower back. The large warm heavy weight like your own personal heating pad. Sometimes, with careful goading of your hands, you'll get him to massage you. This will often lead to you being slumped on his chest as he prods away at your sore muscles. Him watching your face curiously as you wince in pain but whine when he tries to move his hand away. The mix of relief and pain making no sense to him, but it makes you happy and he likes the thought of being needed so he continues.

Most of the time he will just stand aside and watch you. Taking note of the medicine you take and the food you eat. Will have him randomly pressing food/medicine against your chest whenever you are in a bad mood. He knows that they make you feel better so anytime you are sick or grumpy he hunts through the house for the items he's seen you grab even if you aren't on your period.

Being intimate with him during this time is either a hit or miss. You either get satisfied and relaxed or end up crying and exhausted and bent like a pretzel as he ravages you.

Michael, like always, is curious about your reactions like you jumping his bones and clawing at him like a cat in heat. Only to turn around a few days later and swat him away. It confuses him every single time. He doesn't like when you push him away, having already grown obsessed with how sensitive and needy you get, and the sight of you covered in blood leaves him fueled with bloodlust. Which leaves him bending you over and fucking you mercilessly and smearing your blood over your thighs and hips. Michael doesn't care for the mess and would happily lay there in your cuddle puddle to sleep but you get grouchy and restless so he reluctantly follows you to the bathroom to get cleaned up.

Despite him being an absolute pussydrunk menace during this time he does try to take care of you in his own way. Allowing you to sleep almost directly on top of him to steal his warmth, massaging you wherever you need him, letting you yell and cry your frustrations out as he sits quietly, and even awkwardly petting your hair as you cuddle into him on the couch while you watch TV.

Cockwarming him is something that he demands even when you aren't menstruating, but on your period the sensations have him pawing at you with greed. You are so much more sensitive and warm and wet. Your gummy walls aching and swollen in a way that feels like heaven around his cock. And the way you whimper and cry out when he throbs inside you leaves him breathless. It's something he grows to crave and becomes the easiest way for you to calm him down. During your period it does help to have him inside you, soothing that deep ache that nearly makes you want to weep, and you will surprise him by tugging his pants down at random times.

Also he absolutely loves fondling your sore breasts. Squishing the swollen flesh, kneading with those criminally strong calloused hands, and tugging or sucking on your nipples until you cry from that same pleasure/pain that leaves him oh-so curious.

He's still mystified by the whole process, but he's willing to learn and be as accommodating as he's able.

[eldaryan]

AHHH OMG THAT STORY FOR “His little kitten” I LOVED IT, I MEAN YOUR SO ABSOLUTELY AMAZING AT WRITING!

PLEASE, PLEASE, CONTINUE IT, IM LITERALLY BEGGING!! 🧎‍♀️😭

Maybe something along the lines of we come home after a stressful day at work and decide to go full on dress up as a cat for RZ Michael. Omg it’d be so cute and if you don’t mind NSFW.

Thxsm!! 😭❤️

}Hi! Yeah, sorry for taking so, SO long with it, but my life got pretty messed up but… I never forgot about it and the other asks. Please, I hope you enjoy it!🌹

•Warning: Smut, agnst, mentions of killing (lightly), +18 (minors dni), finger teasing, a bit of fluff (a bit), female reader, unprotected sex, bread kink.

🤓Under revision📃

His Need

Part 1 • Part 2 (His Possession)

What a day. You loved your job, but some days, it was just so exhaustive. Indecisive people or people who end up not buying anything, others ignorant and difficult to deal with, others who treated you as if you were nobody and didn't understand anything about the business… But at least you were finally home. You could take a long bath in your tub, wear your most comfy pajamas and cuddle with Michael. Oh, Michael. You almost forgot.

— Michael? I’m home!

You yell from the entrance, letting him know of your presence. Normally just opening the door he knew you arrived home, greeting you and standing on the stairs.

— Weird. He’s not here.

You take off your shoes, keeping only your socks on and you start walking around the house looking for Michael, not finding him in the living room or the kitchen. Maybe He is upstairs? With that thought, you made your way to your bedroom, not finding him there either.

— He still out hunting?

A shiver runs down his spine, imagining him killing someone. You had already talked with Michael about his “hobby”, trying to convince him to kill only the people who deserved it, after all, as you saw Chucky say in a movie: there are people who really deserve to die.

After much persuasion, and favors, Michael agreed to your request, just looking for victims who truly deserved the fate of the boogeyman's blade. You shrug your shoulders, forgetting about it now and taking off your clothes, just wanting your bath and relax from this day. Walking towards your bathroom, you turn the faucet, letting the water fall into the tub. With your hand you feel the hot water. Just how you like it.

You enter the tub, letting your body rest and a sigh escape from your lips, feeling the warm water embracing you. Washing your body, you just can think about the last time Michael did share a bath here, when you could convince him to. How his massive body did embrace yours, almost not fitting in the tub. The water escaping with every trust of his hips… He was a possessive man, kinda aggressive, but that’s how he is. Wasn’t his fault. With some research, you’ve found everything about his childhood, his forced treatment… ”Poor child” you thought. And living with him, day by day, you met the man with a boy in his cold heart, that melted little by little with your smile and warmth.

Lost in thoughts, you did remind of that day you arrived home with cat ears. Something different, but wasn’t your intention, you didn’t even knew that Michael would be so obsessed with that. The way he stared at you, marked your skin that night… You could feel goosebumps run through your skin just with the memories, biting your lip when an idea pops into your mind.

You wanted to feel the man that way again, so animalistic. And that’s why you bought something special last week when Michael was out hunting again. After finishing cleaning your skin, you get up, letting the water run, drying the tub while you grab a towel to dry your body and hair. You walk towards your room again and to your wardrobe, opening it and searching deeply on it for something specific, finding the black medium box. Carrying it, you put the box on your bed, opening and revealing the full cat costume you did buy and hide from your partner.

— Ah, yes. Let’s see what Michael thinks about it…

The towel fell on the floor from your body with you starting to wear the costume piece by piece and going to take a look at yourself in front of the mirror beside your bed. It did fit perfectly in your curves and a smile grows in your lips when you realize it. Wasn't everytime you had the courage to wear something like that, but Michael, with the passion he seemed to show you, the want to try and tease for him just growth.

— Now all I have to do is comb my hair and I'll be ready.

•••

The large and tall figure finds it's way to the house, entering and finding the same perfect silence of when he left. But something different did caught his eye. Her shoes and coat were in the entrance, finding out that his partner was finally home. He could feel his cold blood slowly heat at the discovery, lightly tightening his grip on the hilt of his bloody knife, starting to walk again, looking around for you.

No signal of you downstairs so you probably were in your bedroom, reading a book as usual or just taking a nap from your day at work.

He couldn't wait to see her. His obsession. So he immediately makes his way towards the stairs, climbing calmly and silently, even though he's anxious inside. Michael was a patient man, he knew exactly the perfect time to strike even after long days of stalking his potential victim. With his silent footsteps, and long breaths, he finally finds the door to the main bedroom of the house, opening it slowly and running his gaze around the room. The clothes strewn across the floor catch his eye before she finally lifts her masked face to the bed, finally finding you there, lying invitingly and dressed in those clothes. She did it again.

— Oh, Michael! Welcome home.

You say with a smile on your face, crawling across the mattress only to sit on the edge and cross your legs.

— I missed you. Come here!

With your arms outstretched you call out to him, seeing his tall figure somewhat tense and his strong grip on the knife, as if he were holding back while he watched your body in those small pieces of clothing through the dark holes in the mask. Your skin burned from just that. They were so small that almost couldn’t cover that precious parts of you that should be covered, and for him only to see. And here were you two.

— Michael? What’s wrong?

You asked when he just stood there, watching and holding the bloody knife. He seemed to be thinking about something. To do something or just about how to start something. Usually, the heat of the hunt always guides him to grab your body wherever you were and claim you, just to dissipate all those feelings. That heat of being the predator, and you were just another prey. The most valuable prey, his reward.

And then, the figure finally moved, walking to you slowly and without any sign of rush, just analysing your tiny little body, in comparison to his, almost fully undressed for him. There. On that bed.

He finally reached you, starting your heavy breathing escaping from your lips and your breasts going up and down from that angle, analysing the beautiful and submissive look on your face. All his.

His left hand found it's way to your face, slowly caressing his big calloused fingers to your cheek as he continues to go down to your neck. You were so hypnotized by his presence and the figure of his mask that you didn't notice the strong grip on the back of your neck, making you gasp as he pulled your hair.

— M-Michael..? What? Y-You didn't like the costume?

You asked finally, wanted to know his mysterious thoughts for the first time, feeling your cheeks burn as he watched you before finally approaching his face from your, and slowly to your neck. You could listen to his loud heavy breath perfectly by the close distance now, and how he smelled your skin, making you shiver in pleasure.

He was analyzing you. He was curious about the motive you were dressed like that again. Michael couldn't understand what you wanted, but he hadn't disliked what you did bring to him. Quite the opposite. You were different from everything he has seen in his life. Anything you did amazed him in ways himself did not understand. But Michael knew one thing.

You were his.

You felt your body slammed against the mattress just by his strong grip as the man placed his knife on the edge, letting you there. With his calm movements he approached you again, covering your body with his now and grabbing both your wrists, squeezing them on either side of your body and pinning them there before pressing you down with his weight. Michael went back to burying his face in your neck, smelling the scent of your skin that only made him grunt behind the mask and press it lips there, as if kissing you.

— Oh, I see… You like it.

Michael backed away and tilted his head to the side, making your body pulse as you felt the volume on his pants against you meanwhile you tried to keep the eye contact. You whimpered as he hold both your hands together with his left one, over your head, as the right started to touch your skin.

He slowly slides his fingers between your breasts and around now, teasing you before using them to press your nipple marked on the costume, pulsing when you moaned his name. He knew your body like his own hand, just by watching your reactions all this time.

That's why he just kept going, feeling the curve of your waist and tightening his touch, grabbing your leg to open you more for himself. And the smell, ah, that sweet smell with the vision of your panties wet, showing how much you desired this without the need to say something.

— Y-Yes, I was waiting you…

You said, making him look at you again as you opened more your legs for him to watch you more and better. You loved this side of him. You knew it's was his aspect, how he used to act and know things about you that even you did not know, that always surprised you.

— Your girl needs you.

He has looked at your body one last time before squeezing your waist and slide his fingers to your panties, feeling the sensation of the fabric and the details there against his hand before pulling it. Surprised, you moan with the sensation of the fabric being torn against your sensitive skin, another consequence of the ecstasy.

Michael had that singular power against you. Always making your heart beat faster, curious of what he could do next or just the way he showed his sweet side (with the mysterious gifts he did bring to you), or what he was thinking meanwhile watching you or how your skin seemed to burn with his touches. His heavy breath and muscular body, his strong grip that could break you easily, but just used to keep you there, for him.

His fingers found your pulsing core, touching your sensitive and aroused point that always called his attention, grunting behind the mask as he could listen your sweet moans again, encouraging him to continue exploring your pussy with his big calloused fingers.

— Y-You… You, Michael. Your kitten wants you…

You begged with your panting voice, knowing that he liked when you did beg. And wasting no time, he used both hand to take your panties, seem you relax before grabbing your wrists and tying them together over your head with the fabric, keeping you pinned so he could unzip the jumpsuit. Exposing his muscular, scarred body to you, making you shiver at the very sight. You never got tired of seeing him reveal himself like that.

With his left hand at your waist, he finally took his massive cock in his right hand, showing you how he was for just smelling your perfume and seeing you dressed like that. A pure vision of redemption for him while he could barely contain himself from corrupting you.

His tip teased you as he approached your bodies again, wanting to listen and see your face closer as he slided his member to your wet entrance. And with a single trust, he invaded your warm and wet embrace, grunting as you moaned satisfied. Feeling every inch of him inside of you, filling you, and his pulsating veins.

You had no time to adjust to his size as he grabbed your leg and started moving his hips against you, slowly. You noticed when he closed his eyes by the light of the room, enjoying the sensations of being inside of you, making you tremble in pleasure and scream of surprise. He felt it, looking back at you instantaneously with the feeling, knowing you too damn well.

Michael seemed curious tonight, as the first time you wore something like that. His eyes couldn’t stop to explore your figure with that costume. The fluffy ears, your hair and the costume bra hugging your skin tightly, letting your breasts to jump a little with every single move of his. You looked stunning for him. Delicious. Sweet as you’ve always been.

And he just wanted more and more to consume you entirely.

He focused his slow, but intense, trusts to just feel you clenching around him as your cunt fought to adjust and embrace him as best as your body could so abruptly, feeling his massive member twitching inside of you. As you could hear a hum from him… as he did enjoy to see you like that. Fighting the feelings inside of you that felt so overwhelming with each trust.

His hips snapped against yours with his single force, causing those sweet and surprised moan that slipped so well from your lips. The force of his movements, his cock hitting your walls and giving delicious chills trough your skin. The sound of his hums and low groans behind the mask. Everything that he only gave to you. Things that no one ever heard or felt.

You were his obsession. The only thing that made his feral desires mix on his mind. The need. The hunger. To feel your skin again as his calloused hands tightened while holding you. The smell that only you had. A parfum that embraced his thoughts. His nerves. Your face, and how it seemed to change whenever he was around. Of course he knew. By stalking your house whenever he felt bored by not finding the right prey on his hunts.

You made it all. Alone.

Michael starting to feel more and more conscious about you. The much the touched and felt you, the more the voice inside of him felt louder and louder.

Mine. Consume. Take. More.

His member pulses against your tight and wet walls that felt more slick as his body was against yours. The warmth you felt embracing your body as his arms and hands got lost in your curves, exploring as he used to like to do whenever you were together like this. His left fingers slowly going up to feel the costume’s bra, pushing it more against your skin and sensitive nipple, playing with the sensation of the fabric and your body. Causing you to close your legs around him and vibrate, moaning his name softly. In need.

— Feels… Feels good…

You only wanted to tease the man. See what more reactions you could get from the mysterious and famous killer. And yet, here you was. Again. Submissive to him. In his hands.

The more reactions you gave to him, more his entire body pulses. And more he feels the need to push himself against your little cunt, picking up the speed and force he claimed you. Fucking you as much as his body needed.

His grip tightened against your breast, making you feel the light pleasurable pain in your skin. And inside of you, as well. His massive form that never felt tired, retreating only to quickly force his way back to you, causing more of the wet songs as waves of pleasure run trough you like a river. Your arms shivering.

There. When your legs freely hugs his waist and he starts to slam his force against the right spots and you tight even more around his massive cock. When you feel your brain melting and your moans get louder, you can listen how vocal Michael can get.

Grunts and rough moans escaping from the man above you. When his eyes drift along your body, entirely, with your warmth involving him. When you makes him feel sensitive. And makes him almost furious due it.

It’s when his left hand found your neck with anger, his harsh gaze meeting your lost eyes. Your lips parted with the heavy breathing and mixed with your moans and cries from the violent pleasure of him fucking you. With his animalistic side that always drives him. He needed more. He wanted more.

— M… Michael…

He grunts, huffing behind the latex mask as his body hovered your frame, getting his face close to yours only to listen. To absorve more of you, if that was possible. The warmth of your breasts against his chest, your body moving due his movements, almost making you jump on the mattress.

Your legs felt like jelly as tension and pleasure were mixed, the knot in your belly growing more and more. The feelings overwhelming you and making you loose yourself as tears escaped the corner of your eyes, influencing Michael to only tighten his grip around your neck even more.

You were so close. You felt so close to your high as much as he pushed and forced your tight walls open, as he hates you. And he knew it by how your body did tremble below his, with his mouth watering as a carnivore. In delight to make you feel so lost like this. By using you.

— P-Please… I’m… ‘M so close… I… can’t.

Your voice was a mess as yourself, rocking your hips against his body in a plead. Your breath harder and quick with Michael’s hand not letting go of you, feeling your heartbeats echoing in your ears with force. As you felt hotter. Michael only stared at you, letting go of your hand to slap your hip before holding it in a bruising way, to make you still for him to continue moving the way he wanted.

Quickly he pulled more of your body against his, your hips lifting a bit in the air only to encounter his harsh deep trusts every time he pushed himself. Again. And again. Reaching even deeper inside of you, making your walls clench against his massive rough cock, and vibrate almost desperately. Wanting to milk him.

You felt too weak against this man. You were nothing compared to his strength and stamina. You weren’t even able to think anymore, only surrendered by how well he could handle you. How well he could make you be a mess and loose yourself. Be weak. And that’s how your high exploded, the knot in your belly reaching its limit as a long moan escaped from your throat.

Michael let himself stop moving for those seconds only to feel you melting around him, his gaze locked in your face as it changed so much in pleasure. Your lips forming a “O”, your eyes squeezed shut as your back arched and your body shake. Almost not noticing how he was holding his own breath. You were like an magnet. In so many ways.

Before your body started to relax, Michael started to move again, easing his grip in your neck only to slowly reach your hair, pulling it against his massive hand. His hips moved by its own, guided by his feral need to have his release after so much of feeling you.

You moaned tired and surprised by how light you felt and how rough he still could use you, slowly moving your hands to his arms and feeling his muscles flexing. A loud huff of approval coming from him as you could see Michael closing his eyes. He seemed to be in a internal fight, lost in it and the madness pleasure and hunger he felt with you.

It was when he breath paused and a loud groan echoed from his throat, long enough to make you have goosebumps, biting your lower lip with the feeling as he trusted his hips against you one last time, with a bruising force that made you moan in surprise. Using your nails against his arms.

You felt his hot release almost exploding deep in your cunt, making your legs tremble in pleasure as you almost could feel yourself cumming again with the sensation. Being filled by Michael’s cum more and more, claimed by the infamous killer again.

His body relaxed and pressed against yours, almost laying against you as both catches the breath. Not long passes as Michael’s gets up to stare ate you, still breathless. He stared at you silently before looking up to your messy hair and the cat ears accessory in it. Slowly reaching it with his right hand, feeling the fabric and your hair together.

— So… You… liked it, mm?

A smile grow in your lips, letting your hands caress his arms lightly. You knew Michael almost never did you touch him, but you could abuse in those moments. Even now that he seemed to be analyzing you. Probably still in his high.

Nothing seemed to change the fact that only you affected him the way you did. Don’t mattered how many people he killed or how long he tried to stay away from you, forced by his own desires to stalk you trough your windows and finally enter your house. To meet you. Always with a bigger hunger than before. Because you were his. His need.

Hi! I want to apologize to everyone who did wait for it so long! Thank you for reading and enjoying the other ones I did write, as well! Please, feel free to contact me and I hope to write more in the future! Xoxo!🌹

[zhonks]

Idk idk anymore, Michael. That’s all

[b-00-biez]

"A Freaky Night with Michael"

Character: Michael Myers x y/n

Warning: Slapping, bdsm, rough fuck

Michael wasn't someone who would indulge in his desires so often but when he does he shows you how much he can actually do if he wanted to. You being the brat that you are wanted to tease michael, but it soon came back biting you hard once he gets ahold of you. He is a patient man he couldn't care less if he made you wait for a day or two until he gives you what you want but he was feeling quite generous with his offer and would be a bit gracious with the strictness.

Its been what? 5 hours? Your poor shaking body tied up on the bed, bending you like a pretzel. Sweat painting your plump and soft skin as you only hear your whimpers and pleases in the room. You can only see the dark which spikes your excitement to feel the touch of your husband. Michael tied you up and made you wait for him till he comes back, teasing you so painfully. Your pussy was practically aching for something in it!

You finally hear the door creak , your whimpers grow louder begging your husband to touch you already, anything is better than nothing. You felt the side of the bed move , the anticipation was killing the fuck out of you. Michael lifted the blindfold off as he stared at you, all flushed and crying. He lifted his hand and slowly caressed your stomach tracing your stretchmarks as he slowly went down your thigh gently massaging the inner part of it. Then he hovers where you needed him most as he lightly caressed your clit. You jolted from the slight cold touch. "M-michael please! please touch me there i cant go on anymore i need you!" you finally begged. He gave you a cold stare as he just hovered his hand on your heated pussy, feeling his fingertips getting warmed by your own excitement. He knew you wanted it, but did you really deserve it?

He cut you some slack as he graciously touched your folds massaging it around until he finally arrived at your clit, teasing it with his two fingers. You jolted making a sharp gasp and the rope tightened its restraint on you. He squeezed it a little more with cold finger tips as you breathlessly moaned. He then slowly puts a finger or two in you. You feel your pussy getting filled finally as you tighten yourself around his fat fingers. With his other hand teasing your clit her start rubbing it roughly while fingering your wet cunt. You screamed out at the sudden pleasure you were feeling, your whole body twitching in the sensation like it hasn't been touched in years. Then...

It suddenly stopped you feeling your cunt empty again. You glared at him for interrupting your euphoria as he stood in front of your spread legs. He dropped his pants as you see an obviously large bluge ready to come out at any minute now. His large body now climbs onto yours , engulfed in his arms. You felt his clothed length pressing against your wet cunt. Michael started to move his hips humping your pussy.You hear him groan in your ear mixed with your sinful whimpers of pleasure as you squirm. "Michael please! Just put it inside me!!" Your impatient pleases meant nothing to him as he kept dry humping your pussy. He then picks up the pace grabbing and bruising your waist as he snaps himself into your pussy rubbing the cloth of his underwear onto your swollen clit.

You mewled his name out as your lips started shaking , you couldn't take it anymore. You need him right here and now and he absolutely knows it. He sat up as he finally removed his underwear revealing his twitching cock, pre cum flowing from it. He slowly rubbed the tip into your aching entrance and gently pushed it in and suddenly replaced it with snap. You felt your cunt suddenly feeling full. You gasped from the feeling shaking under him . He wasted no time as he fucked you mercilessly like how you wanted snapping his hips into yours as he grabbed your waist tightly , the ropes bruising your delicate skin.

He took his knife as he carefully cut the ropes binding your legs onto the bed. He lifts it up and puts it over his shoulder pressing his whole weight onto yours as he fucked you deeper as the tip of his cock abused your cervix. You felt a knot forming in you from how rough he was fucking and abusing your tight cunt.

He wasn't done yet, no. He gets you in a mating press as he fucks you into the bed grabbing handful of your hair and slapping your tits. He knew you loved it, why else would your pussy clamp onto him not letting his dick even pull out to fuck you even harder? He quickened his pace, he grabbed your chin and made you look at him as he stared at your beautiful face making the lewdest expression he has ever seen. He wanted you to look at him while you get your brain rotting orgasm. You on the other hand see a blur , a crying and moaning mess as you feel the knot inside of you tightening ready to snap at any moment. Michael while keeping the pace started to rub your clit and groaning as he was about to also get his high. You grabbed at anything you could within your reach as you felt the knot snapped jolting as you moan and shake. He then came right after shoving deep inside of you painting your walls white as he keeps on thrusting until his dick softens.

Needless to say it wasn't the last round of the night~.

[slasherhoe87]

Happy Monday honey𓆩♡𓆪

I was wondering if you could write a drabble of Michael Myers where you're dating him and he doesn't know you're into men with balaclava's, until one day he's on your laptop for something and he comes across your tumblr page that is full of guys with balaclava's on and something crawls into his mind.

Maybe smut and Michael being dominate <3

Thank you angel🥰

No problem Megan ❤. Ok!... I'm doing this one before work because I feel so guilty about not getting around to writing any of my other requests yet 🙈🤦🏼‍♀️ (I will get to them, I promise!)

OG/RZ/Peepaw Michael Myers x f!reader

18+ for graphic smut, con noncon, implied violence

Michael indulges in his s/o's balaclava kink:

You had been enjoying a cup of spiced tea on your worn-in recliner, scrolling through Tumblr on your laptop, simping over art and fanfics of dangerous men in masks and balaclavas.

You had always had a kink for masked men but until now it had only been "standard" horror movie masks, such as Jason's, Ghostface's, Vincent's wax mask, Leatherface's and especially your Michael's expressionless alabaster mask. Only recently had you come to appreciate the simplicity of the humble balaclava - Ghost from Call of Duty was the catalyst of this new attraction and you jumped head first into the rabbit hole of art and fiction of morally grey or downright psychotic men with toned bodies, balaclava'd faces and piercing eyes that burned through you with carnal need right down to your core.

As you took another sip of your tea you felt a presence to your left. Turning your head in that direction you see Michael standing motionless as a statue at the base of the stairs just staring at you. Top half of his overalls off of his torso and tied around his waist, mask slightly askew.

Instead of shrieking and jumping like you used to when you were not so accustomed to his sudden, silent appearances you smiled and got up from your seat.

"Did you have a good sleep, baby?" You ask as you place one hand on his chest and the other on his strong shoulder.

You receive nothing in return except for his blank gaze upon you, those darkened eyeholes of his mask as eerie as ever.

Not detoured by his normal silence and seeming disinterest, you give him a peck on the cheek of his mask and head into the kitchen to make him some lunch from yesterday's leftovers.

You hear the tv switch on as you pull out the ingredients to make a sandwich with the leftover chicken. As you begin slicing the cucumber you pause for a second to see Michael watching true crime again. You always wonder what goes through his mind when he sees the crimes of other killers. Is he impressed, unimpressed, indifferent, intrigued? Does he learn anything? You guess you'll never know unless Michael just one day decides to break his self-imposed silence.

xxxxxxx

Later that night you're turning your little house upside down looking for your laptop. You were so sure you had left it on the coffee table in the living room but... you guess not? You didn't blame Michael as he had never shown interest in the laptop before, and its not like you could ask him now anyhow as he was out butchering people to death. Yes, you are aware at how desensitised you have become to murder and death. Loving Michael forced you to accept his lifestyle - fast.

Huffing in annoyance you stomp over to the door leading to the garage, knowing for a fact it won't be there but its the only place you haven't looked yet. You push open the door and flick on the light, ready to immediately switch it off again because you hadn't been in the garage all day.

However, when your eyes fell onto the workbench, there your laptop sat surrounded by empty candy wrappers.

"Michael... what the hell" you mumble to yourself in confusion. You can't say you were really mad at him for using the laptop because he was more than welcome to. But you were just confused as he had never shown interest in it nor did you think he knew how to use it.

Scooping up all the candy wrappers you chuck them into the trashcan beneath the workbench and try to start up the laptop. You were met with nothing but a black screen. "Damn. Battery's dead"

You looked at the wall clock and decided to just call it a night. No Netflix for y/n tonight - insert sad face.

Closing your laptop you make for the door when you hear glass smashing from what sounded like the kitchen area.

Heart jumping to your throat you quickly flick the light off and hide under the workbench while looking at the door which lead into the living room. Surely Michael wouldn't smash in the back door?! He had a key and had stopped breaking into the house since the two of you started a relationship. That was a whole year ago!

Before you could think anymore, a pair of legs slowly walked past the garage door and into the living room. You couldn't get the clearest view of the intruder as only a small lamp was on in the living room - the rest of the house was dark.

Your panicked mind only presented 3 options for you to take:

1. Get out of the house and run to the neighbors

2. Either stay where you were or get upstairs and hide while waiting for Michael to return.

3. Get to your cellphone upstairs and call the cops.

Well.. the house keys for the front door were upstairs too and you didn't want to run out of the back door as you were barefoot and there was no doubt glass everywhere. You wouldn't get very far at all with cut up feet before the intruder catches you.

And you didn't exactly want the cops anywhere near you and your home for Michael's sake. So that left option 2. You just had to get upstairs... lots of places to hide and wait for Michael. You also come to realise that you absolutely needed to get Michael a cellphone for emergencies like this. A simple text in this situation could save your life. Why didn't you think of that before, stupid!?

Mentally shaking yourself from your delaying thoughts, you take a deep breath as silently as you can and creep towards the door. You sit on your haunches for a moment, straining your ears to listen for any sign of the intruder when you hear some soft movements from the dining room. Perfect. If you move now you'll have a chance to get upstairs without being seen.

As silently and quickly as you can you scuttle to the - thankfully - carpeted stairs. Just as you're about to take the first step you hear a crashing sound coming from the garage which sounded very much like hard plastic hitting a concrete floor. Your laptop. You must not have put it far enough back onto the workbench when you rushed to switch off the light.

You know for your own sanity you shouldn't have, but you did - you looked back to the dining room entrance.

And there staring at you from in the dark, illuminated only by a bit of moonlight stood a tall figure in faded black overalls and a... balaclava??

Shrieking you turn back around and make for your bedroom - intending to lock the door and climb out of your window onto the veranda's roof and to make your escape.

Your hear his heavy footfalls behind you, closer than what you would like as you scramble to the top of the stairs. Fear and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river.

Michael where are you? I need you! You internally shout as tears begin falling from your wide, frightened eyes.

As you reach the top of the stairs a large, warm, calloused hand grabs your ankle painfully and roughly causing you to yelp. You try to kick at the man with your other foot but he throws his entire weight onto your body causing the air to be knocked out of you.

You cough while hitting at his shoulders and head with all your might but it doesn't seem to affect him at all.

He grabs you by both your arms and hauls you up onto your feet before swiftly turning you around to be pulled flush against his solid frame. You kick and scream as he takes you towards the bedroom where your panic rises even more at the prospect of what he might actually have in store for you there.

"No please don't! Just take anything you want, please! But just don't hurt me"

You are met with silence as the two of you enter the bedroom. He pauses in front of the bed and the tears stream out of you even harder. Your sobs finally overtake your screaming.

Suddenly and without warning you're flung towards your floor length mirror with your potential assaulter and murderer firmly placing his body flush behind yours. His eyes boring into your own through the mirror.

And that's when you see it. The man had positioned himself in such a way that the moonlight pouring through your window would reflect onto his masked face.

Your sobs instantly quietened as you saw one stormy grey eye heatedly gazing at you through the balaclava opening and one... scarred milky one.

Michael?

"Michael?" You tentatively ask as you sniffle - your struggling subsiding.

He nuzzles your neck and cups your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You know that hand. You know it well.

Before you can think further, you're picked up and flung onto your bed, the old mattress squeaking in protest at the sudden weight.

Your mind gets whiplash at how suddenly your body responds to this new information and turn of events.

Michael climbs on top of you, not sparing you from his full weight. He straddles your hips, his bloodied hands gripping your wrists tightly above your head. His head is tilted to the side, eyes dilated and dark.

Your breathing has quickened, your nipples pebble and the juncture of your thighs moisten.

A sudden slap to your face causes you to gasp in surprise and before you can think on what just happened your thin spaghetti-strap tank is being torn off of you and you're being flipped onto your stomach as if you weigh little more than a feather.

"Mich--" you start but are stopped from finishing your question when a piece of your torn tanktop is stuffed into your mouth.

Your teary eyes widen when you feel your poor pajama bottoms being ripped off of your goosebump laden body too but immediately close when you feel thick calloused fingers run up along your wet slit from clit to ass.

You moan into the fabric in your mouth as two of his fingers push past your folds and into your eager hole.

You can hear Michael's heavy breathing as he roughly pumps his digits in and out of your slick cavern before adding a third and eventually a fourth.

Your muffled moans get louder and louder as your body squirms beneath his invasive ministrations. You feel so deliciously stretched out by his four long, thick fingers that your eyes begin to tear up again.

Your loosened hole clenches at nothing as Michael pulls out. You turn your head as best you can to see him behind you and moan once more as you view his balaclava in the moonlight. He takes both his thumbs and stretches your abused hole open as much as he can, admiring your slick, velvety tunnel.

You grip the sheets in anticipation as he releases your flesh and reaches for the zipper of his coveralls pulling them down far enough to reveal his glistening, red, swollen, massive member.

You mewl at the sight and wiggle you bottom in eagerness and want.

Michael obliges by roughly pushing your head back down into the mattress and without any indication rams his heavy, weeping cock into your needy pussy.

You scream and grip your sheets harder as he sets a brutal and unforgiving pace - no slow buildup or sensuality for this one. You can scarcely take it. Tears stream down your cheeks, saliva pools into the fabric stuffed in your mouth and your ass and hips jiggle and ripple with every brutal thrust.

Michael's hand leaves your smushed head and grips your hips in bruising force.

Your room is dark and quiet save for the sound of slick skin slapping against slick skin, grunts of exertion and muffled mewls and moans.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, Michael goes deeper and harder, stretching you wider with his monstrous girth, the tip of his cockhead punching against your cervix in exquisite pleasure-pain.

Your cheeks are hot and red, tear stained. Drool has finally broken past the fabric in your mouth and is dripping onto your sheets. Slick is running down your thighs as your loosened hole just cannot contain your shared juices any longer.

Michael leans forward to squeeze your breasts before pinching your nipples so hard you feel your pussy release a new spurt of moisture.

You want to tell him you cannot take anymore. Your body is turning to jelly, the pleasure plain is becoming overwhelming - every nerve of yours is on electric fire and if you produce any more drool you'll surely choke on it.

Michael leaves your breasts and instead begins his cruel ministrations onto your swollen, throbbing clit.

You begin to feel the tightening in your core, your lower abdomen tenses and you can hear Michael fast approaching his own orgasm too if those quiet gasps and slight jerks in his thrusts are anything to go by.

And finally with one hard slap to your clit and one final deep, bruising thrust inside your wrecked cunt you scream out your orgasm into your tanktop. Your abused pussy quivers and clenches around Michael's pulsating cock as it spurts out its thick ropes of cum within you.

Michael's breaths are heavy and laboured behind you as he pulls out. You hear the sopping squelch and feel the gush of liquids flow out of your red, raw, gaping cunt which is trying in vain to clench and hold onto all the juices that now pouring onto your bedding.

Your jellified arm slowly pulls the now sopping fabric from your mouth before you look behind to Michael. His toned and scarred chest is heaving and glistening with sweat. His eyelids sit low from satisfaction and his fingers idly circle your hips where they lie.

"You saw my.... interests on Tumblr didn't you? That's why you did all this tonight, right?" You ask lazily as you roll onto your back and look up at your still masked lover.

Michael tilts his head and continues to stare at you in silence. He reaches for the base of the black mask and pulls it off of his head and shakes out his dark blond curls. He tosses the mask onto your chest and disappears out of the bedroom.

You shake your head and smile to yourself as you clutch the balaclava.

You will always love Michael best in his signature white mask, but a bit of fun in a balaclava from time to time will certainly be a treat.

Perhaps you can show him all of your other kinks now too, seeing as he seems happy to indulge you. And maybe he has some of his own?

You get up to go enjoy a nice hot shower. Sore and stiff, but very very happy.

@megangovier20 hope you enjoy it girl. 😈

Not proof read as I did this before work.

[lussiane333]

You didn't know.

RZ Michael Myers x female reader

You think he won't know because he’s outside killing or something. Michael left early in the morning and didn't come back, it's been more than 8 hours now.

You wanted to ignore the feeling, but not anymore. And now that you're alone.. You took off your robe, throwing it on the ground as you sat down on the bed and began to unlock the drawer on your bedside table.. Drawer that has a dirty little secret hidden inside.. You laid down and began to tease yourself, gently touching and caressing your breasts, playing with your hard nipples, going around them with your thumbs, the feeling making you moan softly as it started to go to the lower burning part of your body.

As Michael walked up the stairs towards the bathroom, he stopped. Something else got his attention. Someone else.. He took slow steps to your bedroom trying his best to not make a sound, he opened the door quietly and saw you.. You were just laying there, vibrator in your hand, back slightly arched, biting your other hand, trying to hold back your moans and not think about him. Michael. Doing things to you..

How he would kiss your neck and nibble at the sensitive part of your skin, going lower and lower, giving your stomach an open mouth kisses, squeezing your thighs, forcing them apart to keep you spread for him.. You thought how his light stubble would tickle your inner thighs, your hands tangled in his long hair pulling him closer to your wet aching pussy.

You moan out loud "Michael.." "Oh Michael..."

The angelic cry of his name made him smirk proudly under his mask.

What shade of pink would you be if he had you pinned underneath him? Michael wanted to be the one that makes you feel this way, not some toy or anyone else. He should be making you moan like that, you trying to hold back but failing every time he thrusts deeper and deeper. The feeling in his coveralls was unbearable. His cock was begging to be let out, to feel you.. He couldn't hold back anymore. He started to touch his hard self through the coveralls and nearly came right away when he saw you throw the vibrator away, and push in your own fingers.

Michael had many fantasies about you and you didn't even know.. You didn't know he fucked his hand everytime he was in the shower, thinking about you. How he always took a piece of your clothing that smelled just like you when you weren't at home. You didn't know that your favorite pair of thongs had been wrapped around his cock so many times..

You went faster, so did Michael.

Shutting your eyes and clenching around your fingers, you could feel you're going to cum soon. Michael huffed behind his mask, biting his lip to be quiet, he squeezed his bulge harder. Your fingers curled just the right way and that was it. Feeling the pleasure in your whole body, you cried out desperately. Thighs trembling, you moaned loudly. Michael followed you in a second, throwing his head back, he shuddered as he shoot a load in his coveralls.. Both of you breathing heavily, Michael took a last glance at you.

As you stood up, covering yourself with the robe, he turned away and went to his first planned stop, the bathroom. He stepped in and shut the door loudly which made you jump a little. You knew Michael came home, you couldn't help but think.. What would happen if he came home a little sooner? Oh god.. He would see you, hear you..

Too bad you didn't know he did.