#halloween 2007

[uzze20]

I’ve drawn the two versions of young Michael Requested‼️

This was my first time drawing young Michael, and it was such a fun experience

Thank you for the request! I’ll be looking forward to more requests‼️

[prionsergasses]

[dg-chmic]

Summer break gives me more time to draw, but I'm so lazy😇😇😇

Just a little progress but I'm still really happy :D

[k1ttycemetery]

𖦹˖°.👻 ̟࿔*:⋆ ’’ BOOGEYMAN. ‘’– RZ!MICHAEL MYERS X GN! READER ONESHOT – SMUT & FLUFF.

THUMBNAIL MADE BY ME ALL CREDITS FOR ART GO TO OG CREATORS!

DAY 8 OF KINKTOBER, MY OWN PROMPT. 🎃 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL! 

{MDNI}

*WARNING! THIS FIC CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE GORE.*

3253 words.

SUMMARY: ‘’ CONCEALMENT–SPANKING–BREATH PLAY.’’

TAGS/WARNINGS: small plot with porn, this is utterly filthy, p in v, unprotected sex, monster cock!mikey aftercare, overstimulation, creampies, murder mentions, DESCRIPTIVE GORE, belly bulge, strawberry ass, mask(sheet?) kink, size kink, cheating, pillow humping, breath play.

A/N: sm1 save me im dying in writers block and loss of motivation </3

PROOFREAD!

NSFW UNDER THE CUT.

It was October 31st, Halloween night. The same night where those brutal killings happened all of those years ago at the old Myers house. Every year Haddonfield put up the same memorials for the victims of Michael Myers, who knew a 10 year old could kill an adult man and two teenagers bigger than him? To this day his killings left a cruel chill on the town. Every year the post and news released the same segments remembering his victims, his older sister Judith Myers, her boyfriend, and their apparent stepfather Ronnie. And of course, Deborah Myers herself who took her life after Michael had murdered his nurse proving he couldn’t be released or cured for his condition. 

The streets were bustling with many alike, people of all ages. Young, kids, teenagers, tired parents, horny young adults.. Every street was lit up with extravagant Halloween decorations, custom carved pumpkins sitting on properties as little kids wearing costumes ran around the busy streets knocking at each house for candy. Some houses were off limits since they were full of adults or young teachers living it up and partying. 

However there was one house that sat alone, abandoned, reclaimed by mother nature.. Fenced off for public safety with an aged ‘’NO TRESSPASSING’’ sign standing like an angry knight willing to protect its kingdom, that house was the Myers house. Completely abandoned and left untouched since that horrific night, even the police tape was still there. Now aged and falling apart due to the weather.

‘’C’mon baby! Don’t be a pussy..’’ Your boyfriend teased, jumping over the old wire fence as his boots made contact with the cracked concrete, large weeds and grass reclaiming what man built. You rolled your eyes as your fingers slipped into the wire mesh, hooking the tips of your shoes into the mess as you climbed over. ‘’M’ not being a pussy! This place is freaky.’’ You said back, slight irritation and annoyance biting your tone. 

THUNK!

Your shoes made contact with the ground as you left out a soft huff of exertion, straightening your knees as you dusted yourself of course your boyfriend wanted to spend the night at the Myers house to see if the rumors were true, he brought all of his ghost shit he bought off of ebay. ‘’Awwwh, my baby is scared?’’ He cooed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder as he pressed a kiss to the side of your hair. Inhaling the way your hair smelt like coconut & Hawaiian ginger. You always smelt really good, you gave him a ‘’really ho?’’ glance as you two walked towards the rotted porch. ‘’Not scared, just nervous. This place has been abandoned for over 15 years Bob.’’ You commented as your eyes swept over the entire estate, taking notice of how decrypt it really was. Plants completely overgrown, wood rotted, paneling falling off the house, shingles from the roof on the ground.. This place was completely rotted, untouched by life for 15 whole years. The aura this house held was far from welcoming and friendly, it was almost like the house was alive.

‘’Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll protect you from the spooky ghosts looking for revenge.’’ Bob cooed as he walked you two inside, taking out the key Laurie had given you earlier today since she needed you to drop something off here. You never returned it after Bob found out you had the key, he had been pestering Laurie to cough it up for months now. He struggled to get the rusted key into the old lock, you struggled with it earlier as well.. The front door was a pain in the ass apparently, Laurie said the entire lock mechanism was clogged and rusted. But finally, after a few embarrassing seconds of arguing with a door made in the 90s a little ‘’click!’’ came from the lock. You started coughing immediately when the smell of dust and old air assaulted your nostrils, the house had the faintest smell of rot. You couldn’t tell if it was the house itself or from how much blood and guts had been strung everywhere. The interior looked worse than the exterior, old wallpaper ripped away to reveal the inner workings of this house that had completely rusted over. Floorboards missing or broken, trash and debris everywhere, old furniture with mysterious stains left to rot.. Some being covered by a dusty white sheet. ‘’Holy shit this place is so fucking creepy!’’ Bob exclaimed as he reached into his backpack, taking out his handheld camera and recording. Getting shots of literally everything as you stood there with your arms crossed. 

The hairs on your arms and neck were standing up, that feeling of death and misfortune felt worse here than it did outside. And it didn’t help that there was no working power, running water, or working plumbing in this damn house. And the fact you two came here at night. You followed your boyfriend like a lost puppy as he recorded and ‘’documented’’ every square inch of this entire estate. Goosebumps began to form on your skin randomly, at first you brushed it off but you slowly began to feel like you were being watched. Failing to realize you were being watched from a hulking figure standing in the dark stairwell of the basement. 

You and Bob set up camp upstairs in Judith’s bedroom so he could get the ‘’full effect’’ of paranormal activity, thank god you convinced him to bring fresh sheets because there was no way you were willing to sleep on the rotten blood stained mattress on the floor. Bob did his little paranormal shit as you laid on the bed and watched him, bored out of your mind till you coaxed him for his attention. Which he fulfilled gladly, laying on top of you as he made out with you. His camera was still recording and perched on an old vanity chair that was facing the mattress. ‘’Mmph–’’ You moaned as you felt his hips grind into you, your clothes were tossed carelessly on the floor leaving you more bare than Eve as his clothed cock bumped into your slick hole. ‘’F–Fuck–Wait..’’ He pulled back even though your lips hungrily chased him, upset he pulled away. ‘’What?’’ You whined in frustration, rolling your hips into his to try and coax him into forgetting. ‘’I forgot the beer..’’ He panted as he sat up, pulling himself away from you even though you were absolutely crying about it. ‘’We don’t need it–Please..’’ You cried out but he was already walking out the door.

He always did this shit, right when things were about to get good. You watched in pure frustration and irritation as he just left, leaving you completely sprawled out and naked on the bed. Bob grabbed his van keys as he walked down the old creaky steps to the house, not noticing a figure standing in the dark hallway watching his every move. He went outside and to the van and grabbed the cooler of beer he brought, locking the van before heading back inside.. But before he could even get all the way up to the stairs–’’UGYCK!’’ Came from his throat as a massive and rough hand wrapped around it, his eyes widening as he dropped the cooler to the ground with a loud thunk. His hands shooting up around the hand and violently thrashing as he was lifted up off the ground, his mouth gaped like a goldfish as he was met with an old white mask. Fear and pain overtaking his senses as he realized exactly who this maniac was.. 

Michael Myers, the boogeyman of Haddonfield had returned. Michael had been watching you two ever since the van pulled up on the side of the road, you two were just too stupid to realize the whole time someone was stalking you. He was just waiting to get you both separated and alone, his large hand strangled Bob. Feeling the bones in his neck pop as Bob violently struggled for his life, thrashing his legs trying to kick the brute. But his kicks felt like little taps to Michael, Michael’s cold icy eyes were trained on the way Bob’s face turned purple. All of the pink and color in his face drained like spilled milk as he went as pale as a ghost. Gags escaped his pulsing pharynx, losing oxygen the more he struggled and panicked.. That’s when his eyes snapped to the obscenely large kitchen knife gleaming from the moonlight pouring in from the boarded up windows. ‘’HRRRK!’’ He gagged out as the figure slammed the rusted blade straight into his aorta. Tearing through the large artery like butter as blood gagged out from his throat and ran down his chin, his eyes bulging out on a snail as he choked on his own blood. His arms and legs gave out immediately from the loss of blood flow, going limp as Michael rammed his lifeless corpse into the wall. Sinking his knife deeper and deeper till it cut through muscles and was poking through his back. Blood splattered everywhere, getting all over the old water stained wallpaper and the floor as Michael stepped back. Admiring his work, tilting his head like it was a piece of art to be framed..

‘’oooah–fuuuckkk..’’ You whimpered out as you rubbed your sloppy hole onto the pillow, humping the soft cushion as your thighs tightened. Your slick leaking out and coating the sheet as you bounced on it, hand pawing at the edge to keep it pressed tight against you. Where was Bob? What the fuck was taking him so long? You thought, before you felt eyes on you and heard the door creak open.. Fucking finally! You hazily turned your head around and saw–Well, something. You thought it was Bob playing a prank on you, he was wearing a sheet and Bob’s glasses–So it was Bob. Not seeing the blood soaked hand as he raised a cold beer to you, trying to lure you over to grab it. ‘’Nooo–don’t want it..’’ You mewled out as you lifted up your ass, showing him your needy pulsing hole. ‘’ppllleeaseeee.. I want your dick so baaaddd!’’ You begged like your life depended on it, and honestly? If you knew you were trying to coax the Michael Myers into fucking you it would be. Michael’s eyebrows raised when he saw you deny the beer and instead flash him, a part of him wanted to be disgusted and just crush every rib in your body slowly till you were begging for forgiveness.. The other part was trained on the way a glob of fat slick sputtered out of your hole and onto the wet pillow.

Your eyes widened when you heard the sound of glass shattering on the floor and heavy footsteps making a run for the bed, letting out a pathetic gasp when you felt two hands clamp down onto your bare hips. They felt rough–Like a big cat's tongue, but they effectively dragged you all the way to the middle as ‘’Bob’s’’ knees thumped against the shitty old mattress. Michael was panting underneath that sheet and his mask, both hands leaving your hips to spread open your cheeks. Staring directly at that sputtering hole that was practically pulsing every syllable of his name, Michael never had a sexual urge. He never got the point of sex besides reproduction.. But shit just seeing the way your beautiful spine was arched and you were begging him to fuck you had him reconsidering his plans for tonight. ‘’AH!’’ You yelped out loudly when you felt that hand come down with a thunderous crack on your ass, if you weren’t so horny you’d recognize those were not your boyfriends hands. 

Michael watched in awe as your body jiggled on impact, that perfect ass moving like water sloshing in a cup as your whole body jolted. Your thighs clenching around your hole trying to get friction as he kept spanking you. ‘’FUCK! AH! AH! M’ SORRY–’’ You sobbed out in agony and pleasure, thinking you pissed off your boyfriend when in reality you were saving several lives right now including your own. Michael practically chuffed at seeing his bloody handprints mark your ass, the last touch your now ex-boyfriend would ever receive from you. You didn’t notice the warm liquid lathering all over your stinging bare skin, if you did you’d probably just organize it in your brain as beer from when he broke the bottle. Your arms wrapped around the pillow you just had between your legs to cuddle with it as your boyfriend literally beat your ass raw, every slap had you bouncing and screaming.. Tears prickling in the corner of your eyes as welts and bruises formed from his hands, he only stopped temporarily to see his work. And how there was a small puddle of slick underneath you, Michael’s cock violently swelled in his coveralls.. He couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand moved to your hip as the other went underneath the sheet and yanked down the zipper to his coveralls, pulling his cock out of his boxers as he lifted up the sheet slightly. Still concealing his identity but letting his heavy & thick dick rub between you. You twitched violently at the stimulation you’ve been looking for, thighs threatening to close as you grinded down on his shaft. ‘’p,please bobby,’’ you panted out, ‘’no more teasing..’’ You whimpering your ex-boyfriend's name had Michael boiling, he uncoordinatedly lined up and ruthlessly bullied every inch of his shaft into your tight hole. And immediately you realized–This was not your boyfriend. Bob was taller than you and average size, this dick you were being bullied into taking? It felt like 13 inches–Maybe more. And the stretch was absolutely painful yet heavenly from how thick he was, he was filing you up more than any dildo could. One part of you wanted to scream and kick him off–but fuck! 

‘’HHAAA!’’ You wailed out feeling him hit your hilt, bulbous tip right against the second layer of tightness. Every inch of him was harassing your g-spot and spots you didn’t even know existed, and Michael was behind you shaking from trying not to cum right now. Both of his hands are violently trembling on your hips. Fingers hooking deep into your flesh as his blunt nails dug into your skin, you could hear this man struggling to breathe behind you. Every pant and loud intake of oxygen, ‘’s’soo biiiggg..’’ You babbled by accident. His dick was already making you dizzy and stupid, his heavy balls against your ass. Michael let out a tiny chuckle that you barely heard, the only emotion or verbalization he’s done in 15 years.. Only because he had some prime hole clenching around him, first compliment he’s gotten in a long while too. ‘’UH!’’ Jumped from your throat as he brutally rammed his hips into your raw ass, causing you to squirm which only made his pace more violent. Somehow this stranger achieved deep yet incredibly fast and brutal strokes as he knocked both the wind and brain cells from you. Nails cutting into the wet pillowsheet for stability as he drilled into your slutty hole like his life depended on it.

Poor Mikey was huffing and puffing underneath that sheet, fogging up Bob’s cracked glasses as his eyes were glued onto your ass and lower back. Watching every twitch, jiggle, squirm–His head rolled back from you strangling his cock like he owed you money. His hand snaked up to your throat and squeezed hard, fingers clamping down on your larynx and trachea as he cut off all oxygen intake for you. Suffocating you as he fucked your guts out, you choked on your own spit and lack of oxygen. Gagging as your hands went around his, panic filling your body as you tried to pull off his hand. But if anything that caused him to tighten on your throat as he heard you gag and choke, still pulverizing his hips into that red ass. His eyes rolling back into his skull as he felt you tightening up harder and harder on him with every choke. 

Your vision got all spotty and dark, as your brain felt heavy, your whole body felt heavy–’’UGHH!’’ You choked out when his life threatening grip disappeared. Allowing oxygen to fill your lungs again as you coughed and sucked in air like you had spent years without it, you wanted to scream at him but all that came out were stupid little mewls and moans as your hips did all the communication. Slamming back against his thick hips like you needed his babies, your fingers slipped between his as you led him away from your throat and down to your belly. Making him feel your belly bulge that was ramming back n’ forth, and Michael damn near had a heart attack.. He was too big for you, and holy shit he loved it. His hand kept yours intertwined as he massaged and pressed the bulge back in making you buck like a goat. ‘’AH! AH! UH–UHHH!’’ You sobbed out as your head laid down on the filthy pillow, his pace getting ferocious and uncontrollable. His thick shaft sliding perfectly against your pulsing walls, massaging them as every vein on his heavy cock ran against the sensitive spots in you. Hypnotizing your hole to milk him like a pump on a cows udder, ‘’m’ gonnaaa commmeee!’’ You squealed out like a caught mouse as you came so hard on his cock you blacked out, only feeling a thick and hot wave filling you up like icing. 

By the time you gained consciousness again you were wrapped up in the strangers arms, the sheet and your boyfriend's glasses were missing. Whoever he was, was still slotted deep in you. Plugging you up so his potent cum wouldn’t escape that needy hole. You hazily looked up and blinked when you were met with an aged, rotted captain kirk’s mask staring right back at you. And you recognized it instantly–You were wrapped up and snuggled up with the butcher of Haddonfield. But what hit you more is you just fucked Michael, well got fucked by him anyway and survived.. That’s when you registered all of the bloody hand prints on you.. ‘’Y,You're so big..’’ Is what escaped your lips instead of a plea for life, and that amused him. His head hilted as you felt his gaze soften, his hand rubbing your belly bulge as he basically agreed with you. You whimpered as you laid your head in his chest, soft hands resting against the black undershirt he had on ‘’agaiinn..’’ You cried meekly into his chest, like you were almost embarrassed to ask again. But that was exactly what Michael was thinking as his hips started rocking back up into that fluttering hole.

[ssakurayama]

RZ! Michael Myers x Childhood Friend!Reader

You and Michael only had one class together and that was your art class. He always sat by himself and it made you feel bad. You didn't have a big friend group, and wanted to expand your social circle

You sat down next to him one day and began working on your project silently. He didn't protest, and the two of your painted independently together for the rest of the week.

One day you finally asked him a little bit about himself. He didn't talk to you much, only just answering the questions you asked. You would fill in the gaps by talking about yourself, hoping a funny story or childhood memory would spark something in him and bring him out of his shell.

As you would come to realize, Michael did really appreciate your friendship. He began to open up just a bit more, asking you questions too.

One day, you asked him if you could come over to his house after school. He got very silent and made an excuse. You were young, but you weren't stupid.

When news broke out of the murder, you felt sad. Would you ever get to see him again? Would he ever be the same?

You didn't get to visit him. You were told the vists were for family only and that you didn't want to see him in the state he was in. So you waited. And waited.

The day Michael escaped, you were taking a walk through the neighborhood alone.

You noticed the tall figure approach you. You were a bit offput, but you didn't think they meant any harm. They were just standing.

You approached him slowly to let him know you weren't a threat either, though the thought that someone his size would find you a threat amused you quite a bit.

"Excuse me, are you okay?"

He took a step closer, reaching out to you.

"What are you..."

He took off the mask slowly. Your heart filled with joy. It was him. You knew it. Something was missing in his eyes, but you could still recognize your friend.

Not feeling like writing fics right now. Running out of inspo. Again please give me requests or questions or anything because idk what else to write about

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༺☽What Kinks The Slashers Would Have☾༻

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Featured Characters: Michael Myers (OG), Michael Myers (RZ), Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt

Warnings: slight angst for jason, bubba, and thomas because a lot of their kinks stem from past insecurities and abuse

Michael Myers (OG) .˚⊹.🎃₊˚𖦹⋆

Stalking: He enjoys watching you from afar, following you around so silently you would never be able to tell. This habit persists even during your most intimate moments. In the shower? He's looking through the bathroom window. Pleasuring yourself in the bedroom? He's been under the bed listening the entire time. Getting changed? He's watching through the keyhole of the door.

Choking: This one speaks for itself. He loves the feeling of his hand around your throat. And this isn't limited to the bedroom whatsoever. Some boyfriends go around the house slapping their girlfriend's ass. Well, this man will walk up to you in the middle of you doing dishes, grab your throat, and then walk away like nothing happened.

Knifeplay: He won't hesitate to cut you with the knife and rub the blood all over your skin. But if that's too painful for you, he'll just rub the blade along your body, letting the coldness sting your bare skin until he can bring the knife down far enough to make you ride the handle.

Michael Myers (RZ) 𖦹🕷️🕸✮

Size Difference: This man is almost 7 feet tall, there's no way you're going to match up to him. That being said, he's into how much shorter than him you are. He likes feeling powerful, and being twice your size just feeds that sense of dominance.

Hair Pulling: Is his hair disgustingly greasy and matted? Yes. Does that mean you can't grab onto it while you're riding him? Absolutley not. He doesn't see it as you dominating him. Rather he sees it as a sign that he has full power over you, the way a victim would grab onto him out of pure survival instinct.

Jason Voorhees ˚˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✧˚.💚⋆

Jason's view on sex comes from a more reserved place, so to speak. His mother was overprotective of him, especially when it came to him having any sort of friendships, mostly out of fear he would be bullied. After he died, he really had no reason to think about sex until you came along. But you would still have to coax him out of his shell, because he wants to make his mother proud.

Praise: If there's one thing Jason lacked his entire life, it was praise. He got plenty of praise from his mother, but most kids tend to think their mothers just have to say those things to be nice. But when you praise him, he feels important. He feels like he means something. And that turns him on more than anything.

Other than that, I think Jason is pretty vanilla. But if he trusts you enough, you might be able to try things out with him. Although a safeword (or safe hand signal since he's mute) being established before hand would really help him out.

Bubba Sawyer 🥩, 🍖, ° , •

This is such a good picture of him he looks like such a sweetie pie

Like Jason, I believe Bubba would have very little knowledge of anything sexual. However, as TCM 2 would have us believe, he's kind of a freak.

Submission: I don't know if this is considered a kink or not, but I believe he would be very submissive. I don't see him having the confidence to take a dominant role. Submitting is what he's been used to doing for his whole life. (And playing along with my headcanon that he's autistic, he tends to prefer sticking with what is familiar to him.) Just don't hit him or abuse him like the people he's been submitting to his whole life.

Praise: Again, he's very used to being degraded, but I think this is an instance where familiar does not equal better. Will it be awkward for him when you give him compliments at first? Absolutely. But will he still learn to love your compliments? Also yes!

I'm not wanting to put this as a kink because I believe it's not so much a sexual thing, however he likes to crossdress. This plays into the praise kink. If you call him a pretty girl while he's wearing his makeup, he will feel affirmed and turned on at the same time.

Thomas Hewitt 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ 🦢 ִ𐙚

Size Difference: He's usually very insecure about his size. After all, being big and strong only led him to be used to do his family's dirty work. However upon learning how attractive you find his height, he begins to feel better about himself.

I'm not sure what this is called, but he's 100% got a thing for having sex in weird or unusual places. Nowhere where people can see, of course. God forbid his family find him doing anything innapropriate and tease him (or worse, you) for it. However he loves the idea of being able to have sex with you when he feels like it since he rarely has time off to be in his room with you. If you can do a quickie in the barn before he has to get back to killing people, he'll be happy.

I already made a post about this that you can check out but I'm going to state right now this man DOES NOT have a breeding kink.

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[monmoto24]

I LOVE Rob Zombie Michael Myers. Idc. He is hot. So I HAVE to so SO draw him

[st0ckholmsyndrom]

[TW!!] (smut, rough sex, blood, slight cnc themes)

micheal would be a even mix between a sadist and a masochist when it came to you.

he’d be soft and steady, keeping his rhythm as he folded you missionary, then he’d slam into your cervix, making you dig your nails into his back from pain

he’d shutter, his head lulling, pounding into you again and again, until you bloodied his back, the way you’d contort and cry making him throb.

he’d fold you further, arms on either side of your head, gently holding you to his chest, so you could bite if you struggled to take him. though it was counterintuitive as the pain only made him rougher.

before he had you under him, when you’d be assigned to his cell, he’d still get off on fucking with you. almost finding more pleasure in torturing you than he did killing anyone.

letting you drop off his food tray, quiet as he waited until you turned to face him, blocking the door, eerily tall. he’d get hard when your face showed fear, or from the pain of your hits when he’d get too close

he’d frequently cage you in, making you fight, the soft strikes and desperate scratching on his chest making his stomach flutter, pressing his firm bulge on you to watch you squirm in horror.