#Myers Well Pump

[marksbear2]

Daddyyy!! I have an idea, and Jason Voorhees & Michael Myers spilt roasting an bottom reader! Ik u dislike writing bottom reader so you could just write an small scenario.

JASON VOORHEES & MICHAEL MYERS X MALE READER

⚠️Warnings!! Could be G/N READER. Rough and hard sex, spilt roasting, mean Michael, blowjob, deep throat, pulling, 3some, same time. Pure smut!!⚠️

You lost track of time and how this all started, one moment you were running away from literally the two most slashers alive.

It started off with Michael seeing you fall and hurt your ankle. He stood up watching you scream in pain but also fear. Alongside with Michael, Jason approached looking down at you as well.

Then almost in sync they slowly look up form your body and they exchange an look before cornering you.

At first you resisted but as their large and rough gloved hands grabbed and touched your body you felt yourself getting more and more horny. Your body couldn’t hide the arousal you felt.

Now currently Heavy breathing could be heard above you. You were on all fours gagging around Michael’s cock while Jason was behind you thrusting his cock deep inside of you. Jason put one of his legs next to your thigh thrusting in and out of you in a deep and fast pace.

Which each thrust Jason thrusted your body up forcing your mouth to go down Michael’s cock.

As for Michael he thrusted his cock right back forcing his cock deep inside your throat.

They were toying with your body, treating you as if you were some fuck toy for them to share. You gagged and chocked around Michael’s cock while your moans and screams from pleasure were muffled.

Jason hands massaged your ass spreading them and gripping them. He was much more gentle then Michael that was gripping your hair down on his cock.

Jason thrust got faster and faster before abruptly pulling out and pulling your waist down to him pulling you off of Michael’s cock.

Jason flipped your body so you laid on your back. The two slashers switch spots now Michael is in between your legs. He held your legs apart and high putting your legs agaisnt his shoulders and once your legs were settled he put his hands on your hips before immediately thrusting his full cock inside of you showing no mercy or compassion.

The other slasher was watching slightly in Awww but mostly in arousal.

He noticed you were having a hard time keeping your legs on Michael’s shoulders so he reached over taking both of your ankles and holding your legs apart and high for Michael.

Jason looked down at you before swaying his large much thicker cock above your face. Eventually you wrap your lips around his cock. Jason was much more patient then Michael letting you suck his cock at your own pace. Jason’s hands ran through your hair just petting you.

While Michael on the other hand was thrusting fast and deep inside your whole. He was fucking your walls as of you were nothing to him.

His large cock abusing your hole. Michael looked up from your face, since he was just staring watching you sick Jason’s cock. As Michael looked up him and Jason made eye contact. Michael slowly lowered himself on you pressing his body against yours with his full body weight. Eventually Jason let go of your legs, as you immediately wrap them around Michael’s waist.

Michael put his hand on the base of Jason’s cock guiding him out of your mouth, Michael used his free hand to lift up his mask a bit so his mouth and nose was only visible. Michael pumped Jason’s cock before wrapping his lips around his cock bobbing his head down on the full thick shaft. You look and watch in awe as your shock gets cut off short by Michael hips pulling away and slamming himself back inside your hole.

Maybe if you keep up with them for the rest of the night they’ll let you live, or not…

THE END

[gennibennii]

backshots. ♡ 🌷🦴

𝜗𝜚. masked! michael myers x fem! reader. ˚୨୧⋆｡˚

( warning ;; another straight-forward, word porn fic! im still very new to writing and i promise to switch my works up later on/add more plot when i get new ideas or requests from you guys! enjoy it, lovelies! )

There's no feeling in the world that can compare to being pounded from behind by a six-foot-seven meathead of a man, his hand wrapped firmly in your hair as he rams his cock in and out of your pussy. Luckily for you, that's what's happening right now-- One of Michael's hands pulling your soft locks and another gripping your plump asscheek. You jolt forward with each thrust, face inches away from being shoved in a pillow, but his grip on your hair doesn't allow you to, your neck craned to the point where all you can see is the bedframe in front of you and the occasional glimpse of Michael's mask.

He hammers his dick into you over and over again, a rough calloused hand occasionally slapping your ass and you wince every time. It feels damn near close to a paddle with how much force he puts into every hit, a big red handprint forming on your bruised behind. It's evident Michael isn't exactly considerate about your pleasure when you two fuck. That's just who he is. You kind of predicted that when you willingly decided to get into a close relationship with a psychopathic serial-murderer, but the dick is good and you're a braindead slut when it comes to him, so no objections have come from you yet.

You can quite literally feel his mushroom tip continuously punch your cervix and your eyes water each time. It feels amazing, but it hurts like hell. He's completely aware his cock is absolutely gigantic and he still jams it as far as he can. Bottoming out is a must for him and it's one of the only times he'll actually audibly moan out loud. He doesn't make a peep when he gets injured by a victim, whether it be a gunshot or a stab wound, and no offense, but good pussy won't change the fact that he's a crazy, silent bastard. And trust me, you have very good pussy, so it has to be a Michael thing.

Michael's thrusts seem to quicken out of no where and wails seem to pour out of your mouth quicker than that, you being completely unaware of how well your cunt lips are gripping his cock, your folds holding onto the sides of his shaft with all it's might, as if it would shrivel up and die if a dick wasn't inside it. White cream builds up around your messy hole, streaks of nut juice coloring Michael's pale cock even paler and you can feel it spray on your skin and the linen bedsheets beneath you when he slams his hips against your cute little bum.

Feeling his orgasm approach, he tenses up and his hold on your hair tightens, a squeak escaping your lips when he suddenly plunges deep inside your womb, pumping your belly full of sperm. He pants heavily, unsheathing his dick from inside you and tapping the tip against your ass, wiping off the leftover cum onto your skin and climbing off the bed, leaving you there. The lack of aftercare bothered you at first, but at this point, you can't even gather the energy to overthink it. You already know he'll come back hard and ready to go after a few minutes, so why care?

The end!

[gogotti]

Helpful Hands - Michael Myers/Reader NSFW

omg I'm back? I had to come back with a fic about my baby daddy of course ;) If theres any warnings i missed please tell me! I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Fem reader, Stalking, y'all don't fuck but he's there lmfao, several squirting mentions, reader is way to focused on getting that nut out LMFAO

(I dont have my normal border so this'll have to do lol)

God, was this needed; a solid 7 inch silicone cock dragging against your ever-tightening walls, its thickness drawing breath after breath from your tired form and making your eyes roll further into the back of your head. Every push and pull of your sore wrist was worth it, every bounce you forced your aching thighs to make sent shocks of well-earned pleasure right up your spine, and you couldn't help shoving your face further into your pillow- your ass further into the air. Whine after whine, you kept up, building that undeniable pull in your core closer to its release. 

Every moment you spent fucking yourself stupid now was worth the excruciatingly slow hours of your workday. It was the only thing you thought about when you excitedly hopped off of the bus and nearly skipped home, a stark contrast to the sluggish walk you had throughout the horrible day. Your boss had a sick up her ass for one. Rather she newly didn't have a ‘stick’ up her ass since you could hear talk of her breakup from office loudmouths, it didn't help that everyone had something to do for Halloween so you rushed to finish your end of the project so they could get home sooner, and of course you had chosen the absolute worst pair of shoes you owned simply because you were feeling yourself a bit too much after your morning routine. 

As soon as you got the notification that your package had arrived, all the pain from the day didn't even exist, hell, no one existed at that point- not even the dude wearing his slasher costume way too early in the day, who coincidentally ended up at every turn you took. 

While the loud thump coming from somewhere in the house didn't go unnoticed, it definitely went ignored. Nothing could pull you from the rhythmic in and out of your dildo, the filthy squelching coming from your sopping, creamy cunt. Like earlier, nothing else existed, especially not the slight thumping coming from down the hallway moments later; It's not like you could hear it over the thrumming of your heart or the pathetic whine that spilled from your lips as you finally, fucking finally, found that mind melting spot deep in your cunt. 

A part of you wished you had someone under you, that the cock was of flesh and blood, just so you could feel them twitch inside you at the mewls you let spill from your spit slicked lips. Maybe they’d pull you up by your hair and swipe the drool from your mouth onto your face, making you even messier- maybe going as far as sticking their fingers in your mouth and making your string of spit become akin to a faucet. You couldn't stop yourself from clenching down onto your dildo, whining at the sinful thoughts filling your brain as it nearly spilled out of your ears at the pleasure. 

The click of your door closing behind you was ignored, much like the worsening pain in your wrist as your orgasm drew near. You continued pumping the cock in and out of your pouring hole, the thought of cleaning your squirt soaked seats couldn't even solidify in your head as your orgasm crashed into you like a wave. Your eyes squeezed shut like your cunt attempted to around the thickness of the dildo; you cried pitifully into your pillow, a mouthful of ‘yes, yes, yes’ and pleas to no one fell from your mouth while you spilled onto your bedsheets. It was a moment of embarrassing grinding before you stilled; even then, you couldn’t think through the remnants of your orgasm- cunt twitching around the girthy cock beneath you.

None of the ragged breaths you took could have prepared you for the sudden handful a pair of suspiciously wet hands took of your waist. You couldn't move, period, but even if you could you wouldn't have moved fast enough to avoid the hands lifting you off of the dildo beneath you, only to slam you down harder than you had the whole time it was in you.

Harsh ups and downs flooded your body, and bedsheets once again, with an overwhelming pleasure you couldn’t help but scream at. You wished you had half a mind to yell at whoever was behind you, to do anything but weakly give into the powerful hands that controlled you, instead, your wrist only got half a break and your thighs ached even more as you moaned pathetically on your silicone cock. You could feel the black and blue marks forming on your hips and you couldn't care less; your meaningless overstimulated babbling fell to deaf ears as they forced another orgasm out of you, quick and blinding. It was only when you pulled the dildo out of your tired cunt did the hands stop, though whoever was pulling on your puppet strings did not approve, as the animalistic growl that came from them was as frightening as it was arousing. 

[slashers-and-rats]

micheal myers x gn!reader | nsfw |

kintober day 4: con-noncon

rat chat: not all of the days are gonna be this long, as you’ve noticed. but i’ll try to make full fics when i can. i think this one is really good, so i hope you guys like it.

you could hear footsteps echoing your own as you walked through the windy neighbourhood. the street lamps did little to light your path, only seeming to add to the unease that had settled deep into your stomach.

your heartbeat had picked up drastically, and despite the chill in the air, your hands were sweaty. you were surprised at how quickly the fear had set in. right as the moon centred in the sky, and you began your little stroll through down your usual path, anxiety had crept in. something was about to happen, you could feel it. the anticipation came from paranoia, you knew that. but you couldn’t shake it.

you glanced at the houses around you, eyes darting over the darkened windows. people were already in bed, unaware of your presence completely. no one would know you were there.

you slipped your hands down into your pockets, patting around for your phone as a way to distract yourself. oh right, you had left it at home, it had been dead when you decided you wanted to go out.

you sighed through your teeth, cursing yourself quietly as you scanned the area again. this time you dared to look behind you.

there, a good few metres behind you, was a man. the figure was obscured by shadows, but some details broke through thanks to the flickering lights around you. he wore a jumpsuit, almost akin to something a mechanic might wear. his face seemed to hold no features, almost scarily pale, and messy hair draped over bits of his forehead. his hands were stark at his side, and he walked with such purpose.

when you saw him, you hesitated, stopping for a moment to study him. when you saw him stop too, the air escaped from your lungs. you sucked in a deep breath, taking a few steps backwards, and watching as he stayed in rhythm with you.

you turned back around, starting to hurry now back to your home. you were never much of a runner, but the adrenaline coursing through you allowed you to at least go faster than you had expected. you knew the neighbourhood well, you knew your path well. with luck, maybe you could get to your house. maybe you were misunderstanding this all, maybe he was just some man fucking with you, maybe, maybe-

his presence hit you first. it felt as though two mismatched magnets had met- the force hit your back and seemed to repel you forward. for a minute, despite knowing he was right there, right behind you, he didn’t act. it’s like he was teasing you. he knew you couldn’t run, he knew you couldn’t get away, and so he played with you. you could hear his breathing behind you, you his footsteps faltered as he tried to keep himself close but not right against you.

you examined the area again, this time not daring to catch the eye of the being behind you. you were a block away from your house. maybe he didn’t know that, maybe you could lead him there and get inside before he even realized you had made it to home base? you could call someone then, and this sick game would be over. maybe you could run for it, maybe you could make it, maybe you would win?

you rounded a corner, and it allowed you to see your destination. at the end of the road, you could see the warm glow of your living room through your curtained windows. there it was. you picked up your pace yet again, fuelled by the flight response pumping adrenaline into your bloodstream. much to your surprise, he didn’t pick up his own steps, allowing you to create distance.

maybe he was finished? maybe he was done with messing with you? maybe he just wanted to scare you? whatever it was, for a moment there was relief. you nearly jogged up to the fence of your house, looping around to the backdoor. the front had been dead bolted before you left, the only way in was from there.

you rounded the first corner of your house, and that’s when you heard it. sprinting. the heavy boots of the man from before was hitting the pavement hard, and out of the corner of your eye you saw his quick, deliberate strides. your eyes widened, and you finally began to run. he was nearly a block away, he couldn’t get there. he couldn’t, he couldn’t. you kept telling yourself this as you turned into your backyard, running up to your backdoor. you dug around in your jacket pockets for your keys, whipping them out right as the sound of pavement turned to the sound of lawn. your hands, slippery with sweat, struggled to find the right key. you pressed the wrong one into the lock, making you curse hard. you fumbled to finally find your saving grace, and when you did you sighed heavily.

just as you pressed it into the doorknob, he got you.

his chest pressed hard into your back, trapping you up against the door. all of your air escaped you, barely anything left was there to make the small squeal that came out of you. you squirmed against his body, pushing back against him, but his arms boxed in around you. you were trapped.

you could hear your pulse in your ears. you went to scream, but a free hand already came up to cover your mouth. it muffled your cry, and you squeezed your arm down to try and get at the key in the doorknob. it felt as though he allowed you to, letting you turn it and fall into the doorway of your kitchen.

you stumbled up to your feet, turning around to see the man stepping up into the room with you. he loomed over you, walking in enough that he could lazily kick the door behind him closed. this wasn’t thought through. now it was you and him, alone in the house, with nowhere to escape to.

you darted to one of the drawers in the kitchen, searching for something to defend yourself, but all you did was allow him to press his body up against yours once again. this time he didn’t have to cover your mouth, he didn’t have to trap you. you did it all yourself.

you turned around, pushing your hands against his chest. he grabbed your wrists, pinning them down by your sides while he leaned down and rubbed his face into your neck. it was a mask. through the holes in it, you saw his real eyes, peering up at you with a sharp, somewhat cold gaze. deep inside them, somewhere, there was also a burning. lust? you could see it. it sent a fire into your own core. you wiggled against him still as his hips slotted against yours, rubbing his bulge up and down your own warmth.

this must’ve excited him. the way he panted behind the plastic of his mask, the way he ground against you, the way he shoved himself as hard against you as possible. something about it was restrained, controlled, but the need he felt seeped through. maybe it was the chase? the feeling of catching his prey and taking his prize? you were his prize.

he let go of your wrists, deeming them little threat as his hands moved to your pants. they were loose things, a pair you didn’t care about. he ripped them with ease, revealing your lower half with little effort. you felt embarrassed, hands once again finding purchase against his broad chest. he pushed his fingers against his own clothes, finding a zipper at the top of his neck, and ripping it down his body. out fell his naked torso, defined and scarred. your eyes trailed down each and every line, looking at all the details. they trailed lower and lower, over his stomach and down his happy trail, resting on the cock that had fallen out of the front of his jumpsuit.

part of you was surprised he didn’t wear underwear, and the other part of you didn’t really care what he wore, because that wasn’t really the point right now.

your eyes widened, and he caught this, catching you when you turned away and began trying to run for the door again. he grabbed you easily, pinning your front down against the counter below you. your face pressed to the cool surface, and you whimpered at the sensation.

you felt him rut against your butt at that, enjoying the sounds of surprise you made every time his cock slid between your cheeks. you tried to wiggle your hips away, but it only added to his pleasure, the movements pressing you more into him. he was thick, pulsing against your behind. one of his hands held your hips, the other pressing flat against your back to keep you down.

suddenly, he stopped, pulling his cock away from your flesh. you breathed deep, anticipation wracking your brain. what was he doing? where did he go? his hands were still on you, but…

you listened to him huff, the hand from your hips being removed. you knew what he was doing when you felt his head pressing against your hole. you gasped, once again beginning to writhe, but he held you down. the second he was aligned, he pushed into you all the way.

the sudden intrusion pushed a sob from your chest. your mouth hung open, your hands moving back to meet the hips that were flush against yours. the sting of pain from the stretch you were feeling set you on fire. much to your dismay, it felt good. the flames licked at your insides, warming your core and filling you with pleasure. the sob that had escaped lowered into a small moan.

he sat for a moment, feeling you twitch. the second you had managed to relax against the counter, he seemed to take it as an invitation, and pulled himself back out to the head, before slamming back in. he began a steady rhythm, not too fast, while getting as deep as possible every time he moved. he filled you out so well, his cock pushing up against your g-spot with every movement without him even trying. it’s as if he knew your body perfectly, playing it like an instrument with ease. it was embarrassing. you were coming undone just from a few strokes inside of you. maybe it wasn’t just that? maybe it was all of it? the chase, the adrenaline, the anticipation, the excitement.

he felt it too. you could tell. he was groaning behind you, breathing heavy. his free hand found your hip again, gripping hard into your soft flesh, while the one on your back moved to the back of your neck. he squeezed his grip there, making you gasp, and you could feel him twitch inside you as response. he was desperate, you could feel it. he wasn’t here to play anymore. he wanted what he wanted, and it was only a bonus that you also felt good.

he pressed himself all the way inside of you, holding himself there in your walls for a moment. you relaxed against the counter, enjoying the way he filled you out. you weren’t supposed to be, but you couldn’t help it. it was a bit heavenly.

you could hear him gathering his senses, shifting his foot placement. both hands left your body, moving to grip at the counter on both sides of you. he then began moving, this time with more purpose. this wasn’t for you anymore, this time all thoughts of your pleasure had gone out the window. this time, he pumped into you hard and fast, hips barely pulling out before snapping back into you. despite the aggression in his movements, despite the way he seemed to forget you were even there, you moaned.

he was massaging your sweet spot, and with these shorter movements, he never let up on the area inside of you. it was constant stimulation. you felt overwhelmed, trying to push away, and escape this intense feeling, but you couldn’t. it only caused you to rock against him, shoving him deeper into your walls. he seemed to like the way you struggled, because he growled low underneath his breath, hips stuttering slightly, slowing for a moment, before hitting even harder into your fragile body. it made you thump against the counter with every movement.

a hand reached up, finding the back of your shirt, and pulling you into his body. you straightened, his chest pressed against your back, your elbows coming to rest against the counter to support the new position. his cock was barely moving inside you, barely thrusting, and yet you both were flooded with pleasure. you could feel him twitching inside you, which was just a response to your walls squeezing hard around him.

your orgasm was sudden. the build rushed up on you, having you scrambling to find stability. you were too late though, and it hit you like a truck, leaving you slack and trembling against the counter in front of you. you spasmed around his cock, your sounds sinful and slutty, all being poured out into the air of your kitchen.

it was enough for him. all of the sensations of the night had lead up to this, and within a few more strokes, he was coming hard inside of you. you could feel his cum flooding your insides, spilling out around his cock. behind you, he shook, his own moans near broken and choked. you both sat for a moment in the after, coming down from such intense climaxes.

“micheal…? micheal, you good back there…?” you rasped out after a moment. you felt your boyfriend shift, his arms coming to wrap around your torso as he laid his entire body over your own. you giggled, wiggling your butt against him, making him groan at the stimulation. “c’mon, get off… this counter isn’t really comfy, y’know.”

he grumbled something, before pushing himself up, and pulling himself out of you. you felt his cum spilling down your thigh, and he gathered some up on his finger, lazily pushing it back up against your hole. it made you sigh, and you straightened and turned around to face him. his arms immediately wrapped around your middle yet again, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

“that was good. really good, actually, I’m surprised.” you stroked through his hair. “we should get cleaned up, though, I’m spent… i need sleep,” you whined the last part, before chuckling. he nodded, though didn’t move away from you. “you can take a shower with me?” he looked up out of your neck at this offer, and nodded, before beginning to pull you towards the bathroom.

you’d have to do this again, you thought. but maybe next time, you could be the big bad slasher. you wondered if micheal would even let you wear the suit and mask. you hoped.

either way, for now, you were content just taking a shower. you had won this little game, and this was your prize.

[cardiacreports2]

A heart attack in a seemingly fit male begins with a disruption of blood flow to the heart muscle. This occurs when a coronary artery becomes blocked, often due to a rupture in a plaque deposit. Despite their fitness, lifestyle factors (e.g., caffeine, stress, or undiagnosed heart conditions) or genetic predispositions can exacerbate this risk.

As the blockage forms, the heart muscle is deprived of oxygen. The muscle cells begin to die within minutes, releasing chemical signals that trigger chest pain, tightness, or discomfort. The heart struggles to pump effectively, causing a cascade of systemic effects:

Electrical Instability: The lack of oxygen can cause the heart’s electrical system to malfunction, leading to arrhythmias like ventricular fibrillation.

Cardiac Arrest: If the arrhythmia becomes severe, the heart may stop pumping entirely, leading to a sudden loss of consciousness.

Systemic Collapse: Blood stops circulating, cutting off oxygen to the brain and other vital organs. Death can occur within minutes without immediate intervention.

10 Male Profiles

Ryan Harrington

Incident: Heart attack after an intense practice.

CPR: Attempted by a teammate.

Outcome: Died.

Details: Known for his competitive edge and love of the ocean. He had an undiagnosed congenital heart defect.

Elliot Myers

Incident: Cardiac arrest while gaming at home.

CPR: Not attempted; found too late.

Outcome: Died.

Details: Introverted and brilliant with technology, Elliot’s sedentary lifestyle masked his susceptibility to heart issues.

Derek Vargas

Incident: Cardiac arrest during a 100-meter sprint.

CPR: Administered immediately by his coach.

Outcome: Survived.

Details: Passionate about track and field and well-liked by peers, Derek had a rare electrical disorder in his heart.

Jason Bell

Incident: Heart attack during a rescue operation.

CPR: Given by colleagues.

Outcome: Survived.

Details: A natural leader and adrenaline junkie, Jason’s heart attack was triggered by physical exertion and chronic stress.

Marcus Lee

Incident: Cardiac arrest at a music festival.

CPR: Performed by a bystander.

Outcome: Died.

Details: An outgoing guy who loved concerts and DJing, Marcus had an undiagnosed condition causing arrhythmias.

Tyler Grant

Incident: Heart attack while hiking alone.

CPR: Not possible.

Outcome: Died.

Details: Passionate about food and nature, Tyler had a genetic predisposition to high cholesterol.

Nathan Cruz

CPR: Attempted by paramedics.

Outcome: Survived.

Details: Dedicated to his health, Nathan’s condition was triggered by a rare electrolyte imbalance.

Zachary Moore

Incident: Heart attack after consuming energy drinks and staying up for 36 hours.

CPR: Performed by a roommate.

Outcome: Died.

Details: A fun-loving, sarcastic guy, Zach underestimated the toll of his extreme gaming lifestyle.

Alex Coble

CPR: Not attempted; found the next morning.

Outcome: Died.

Details: A quiet creative with a passion for surrealism, Alex’s cardiac arrest was due to an undiagnosed arrhythmia.

Brandon Carter

Incident: Heart attack

CPR: Administered by gym staff.

Outcome: Survived.

Details: A hardworking and humble guy, Brandon lived for his job and his family. His heart attack was caused by an underlying valve issue.

[sadhornyygirl]

Kinktober

Day 31: Halloween Party (michael myers)

For the children, Halloween was already over. And while the party for them ended, young people from all the neighborhoods left their homes and took to the streets; the celebration for them was just beginning. Boys with pockets full of cocaine and half-naked girls headed for the nearest nightclubs. For the new generation of young people in Illinois, Halloween had stopped being just "trick or treating" and became something more wild and liberal. Alcohol, unbridled sex and drugs were then the only bases that solidified the most anticipated night of the year.

And that's how you ended up on top of the handsome masked man, trying to save his life

"Please.' He murmurs in a tone of voice that is difficult to understand, 'I've never been...'

‘Never been fucked?’ You ask, already knowing the answer. ‘That’s obvious, my dear.’

The man is looking at you like you are a wonder, ‘How?’ hisses

‘All these years, and no one loved you like this? No one bothers to show you how you should be treated, how to deal with your own desires.’ You’re not saying this to be cruel, when a drop falls on your face and you look up. Michael’s eyes are fixed ahead, he monitors his breathing as you pull away from the hickey you left on him. You catch his tear and give him a gentle kiss. 'You are handsome.' You remind him: 'Breathtaking.' He gives you a shy smile at your compliment, 'You can have it,' you promise, and his hands hit the neckline of your purple dress. ‘If you tell me your name.’

He takes his time, with with your fingers roaming his body as he explores new territory. You can't understand how no one went out of their way to arrest and catch him sooner. Maybe he built his walls too well? What made him move away from everyone but you? Are you the only one bold enough to break it up? He seems to be weighing his options, wondering wondering whether it's worth giving in to his sexual desire to reveal something more about himself, something he can't take back. And then he whispers: ‘Michael’.

You step forward and pull him onto the nearest couch. Michael follows you obediently, and you make him sit down. Michael watches, completely placid, as you run your fingers over the bulge in his pants and his hips thrust into your palm. You check to see if he's dealing with his newfound feelings, if it's not too much, but Michael's waves you on. The sound of the zipper echoes in the silence as he begins to pant, the mere thought of what's to come mixed with his repression makes him melt under your touch. ‘Michael’, you repeat his name, palming him. ‘So sweet under all that power, all that facade.’

He's hard, leaking and panting for more when you run your finger over the tip of his cock, over the slit and gather the pre-cum there, 'Hurry.' He begs, but Michael is trying to maintain some of his dignity despite his hips rising up on the couch as his other hand begins to pump up and down his length. His eyes close and his mouth opens as Michael loses himself in the sensations you are providing him. It's the most exciting sexual experience you've ever had. Being the one who takes something so precious from him, the disposition.

His first orgasm crashes over him, boyish and spurting copious amounts of cum all over his hand, staining his pants, shirt and jacket. Michael shoves his fist in his mouth to mask his screams, his hips shaking with the intensity as you go faster, jerking him off until Michael can't form words, his orgasm a blinding collision of sensation and freedom. ‘Jesus, fucking Christ.’ He hisses, his his eyes falling on you as you watch him descend. You're dripping in your pants at the sight of him. He's never looked more stunning than when he's on the verge of orgasm, like a god with his sharp features and heaving chest.

'It was good?'

'Perfect.'

He is already starting to glow with sex. Michael is still hard when he starts to go down, much to your pleasure. He has stamina and reaches for you, holding your waist as you push your pants to the side and slide down on his cock. He's filthy and wet when you impale yourself on him. Michael’s moan is guttural; your hips are already lifted as you set a rhythm, keeping your hands on his chest for support. You lie down, enjoying every inch of him, determined to get as much pleasure out of taking his virginity, from ruining him. ‘That’s it.’ You encourage: ‘Just like that. Then, when you're ready, you'll cum inside me. I'm going to let go, I'm coming with you.

That's all he needs to hear, his grip and his long, thick length already pushing you over the edge as Michael bites down harder on your hand, his rings glistening in the darkness of the room, his face scrunched up in orgasm. It's the best feeling in the world, watching him come undone beneath you, watching his muscles contract and relax beneath your fingertips as you bend down to kiss wherever you can reach. He lasted longer than you expected, and it hurts when you pull away from him. He cries as his cum drips from his core, pulling on his chest, staining more of his black shirt. Michael is completely fucked, eyes open just enough to see the cum dripping onto his stomach and he reaches out to scoop up some, wondering as you slide your pants back into place.

— I believe you won't kill me now??

You smooth out his dress, the wetness and remnants of Michael's cum soaking your pants. Michael sits up, his eyes still wide, but he's more relaxed than you've ever seen him, 'How did this happen?'

You plant a kiss on his lips, and Michael kisses back: ‘Do I have a place in your life now, Michael?’

He nods, ‘If you do that again,’

You smile at his boldness and reward him with another kiss. You straighten up and head to his door, Michael watching you go. 'Tonight, when the others are asleep. My room this time.

[cherubdollyy]

NSFW ABC - Michael Myers

18+ MDNI - AN: reader is gender neutral/no pronouns. CW: really soft c n c - domination + BD SM - violence and gore - knife play - choking, slapping etc - slight voyeurism 

I reeeeealllllly enjoyed writing this one even though Michael isn't even my fave (sorry mm fans)

A = Aftercare (what they're like after sex) - A little cold and awkward at first but eventually he'll put an arm around you and just accept you cuddling up to him.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner's) - He's come to love his eyes. He always thought of his stare as cold and monstrous, another weapon for him to use, but the way you look straight into his soul and aren't scared away is something he adores. The same goes for you, he loves your eyes, how innocent they can be. Looking at the world with kindness and seeing beauty where he couldn't.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) - He's kind of a neat freak so he doesn't like leaving a mess. He'll lick up every drop from you until you're ready to cum all over again. He loves forcing his load down the back of your throat so you have to swallow every last drop.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) - He doesn't keep these things secret because he's ashamed, they're just things you haven't discovered yet. He'll watch you through your windows, he'll follow you to make sure you're okay. He'll take your underwear with him so it's like you're always there and after a killing he'll wrap them round his cock and and masturbate with them. He does have a fantasy of following you after work at night and grabbing you aside to have his way with you but he doesn't want to scare you off.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?) - He's seen people having sex but until now he's never done it himself. I feel like he's tried  to with victims but with all the screaming he just ends up shutting them up with a knife to the vocal chords and not bothering. Let's face it, he doesn't really have the social skills.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) - Anything dominant. As boring as it sounds he really does love missionary and the way he grabs your wrists with one hand and your throat with the other, nothing could be hotter. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) - He has his funny little moments but he's very deadpan (remember the sheet with the glasses, he's a goofy boy.)

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) - He keeps things quite trim down there. Same goes for his nails, beard etc and he has a little shower routine 👉👈 Gets his soap and washcloth, his razor and his towel neatly folded ready for a bath after a night of killing. I like to imagine that he's interested in your face masks and you rope him into doing them every week. It's come to be something he secretly really enjoys. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) - He's quite cold and domineering, pushing and pulling you into whatever position he wants you in. But occasionally  in these moments of lust he'll brush the hair out of your face or linger on your lips a little longer after you kiss him. It's these moments you know, that he's never shared with anyone else, that are him showing his love to you in a way so deep he can't express it verbally. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) - We already know about the underwear situation but other than that he doesn't masturbate much. He has a mutual masturbation kink where he'll pretend to hide in the wardrobe and watch you walk over to your bed, pleasuring yourself and calling out his name gripping the sheets as you reach your climax. All the while he's tucked away amongst your clothes pumping furiously to your moans. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - Domination. BDSM. He loves to control you, have power over you and see you helplessly tied up waiting to receive whatever he's about to do to you. He loves knife play. Tracing his blade up and down, gently at first and then more and more, drawing blood from your soft supple skin. Hearing you whimper as he slices gently into you, knowing you can't see for the blindfold. Choking you, edging you, getting to the point of breaking you and that's when he'll untie you, free you of your bonds and give you your release. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) - Pretty much just in the house as he thinks of it as your territory, mainly in the bedroom but also the living room. He'll walk in covered in blood, knife dropping to the floor and stride over to where you're cosied up on the couch reading a book and you get butterflies knowing what's about to go down. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) - After a kill can be a nerve wracking time for him because he has all this excess energy to get out and one way he knows to  is to have you. He tends to worry that he'll hurt you as he kind of blacks out during these periods but the touch of your hand on his face brings him back to reality and you always know just what to do to help him get his release. 

N = No (something they wouldn't do, turn-offs) - He is never letting the tables get turned on him. There's no way you're going to be tying him up and dominating him. Any time you try and tease him by pulling away from his cock and giving the head soft kisses, looking up at him with knowing eyes, he'll grab your hair and use you to finish himself off making you gag on his length as punishment. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) - He tends to prefer getting head over giving it but that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy going down on you too. He tends to prefer using his hands over his mouth so he can choke and slap you as you cum. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) - Fast, hard and powerful. He knows how to use slow strokes to drive you insane, using his overwhelming strength to hold your hips in place so you can't take control. 

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) - He comes across things in victims homes that he'll tell you about as a "What is this?" and "How do we use it?". If he likes the sound of it you'd order one of your own to play with and you notice on the days when you're waiting for it to arrive he's the one sprinting to the door when the post arrives. The disappointment on his still face is so obvious to you when it's just a bill in his hands, he shoves it over a little rougher than he meant. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) - Michael is actually very careful with you. He's very methodical when setting up and he's aware of the human body. He's aware that he's much stronger than the average man, he knows how much is too much. Sometimes getting you tied up takes so long that's the part he loves. Slowly moving around the room while you're lying there helpless and blindfolded, not knowing when he's going to attack. Sometimes he never does and lets you lie there dripping. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) - He has inhuman strength and regeneration powers so he could literally go forever. Honestly it's over when he's done. Sometimes it's quick and he's satisfied. Sometimes a victim gets away or he's interrupted and he needs the whole night to take out his frustrations on you. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) - You might mention things to him, explain what you want to try out and he'd be more than happy to oblige. You soon realised he has a way with being dominant and favours having control over you. Whether it's through mental games or physical means. He particularly likes edging you with vibrators etc while you're tied up.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) - He likes playing games with you. Not overtly sexual, telling you to stay put and wait for him until he gets back which turns out to be hours later. You're so grateful to finally see him and get your reward but he goes to the bathroom to clean up and you can't do anything but stand there, aching for him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) - He's fairly quiet but as he thrusts harder his breathing gets heavier, moaning briefly into your skin, growling even, like a low purr.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) - He's very protective of you and he'll tail you when you're going to work etc. You won't notice him at first but after a little while you'll catch on but keep it to yourself because it makes him feel needed and you appreciate the gesture.

X = X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes) - He's fairly lean, very strong with a somewhat toned body. He's LONG, like even when he's soft he's packing!!

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) - He's not a super cuddly and affectionate person but he is pretty needy when it comes to you. Once he starts exploring with you and knowing what you like he wants it a lot. It's a good outlet for him but he also loves to make you feel good. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward) - He often stays awake for a while, lying there while you fall asleep on his chest. He's a bit on alert after being so vulnerable and he wants to protect you and your space so he stays up for a bit and maybe wanders around the house whilst being butt ass naked of course.

[everything-magic-sparkles]

Michael Myers Smut 18+

🔪 🩸 🎃 🍁 🍂 😷

Many might think Michael only tilts his head when his curiosity gets the best of him. Hohoho it’s not just that.

Michael is likely a sexually repressed virgin that can only find satisfaction through killing, as he likely doesn’t have any clue what sexual pleasure is. His heavy breathing gives it away. He loves slowly approaching his next victim- and if they’re oblivious to what’s going on at first, that gets him off even more.

Once they do know what’s happening, however, that’s when the real thrill for Michael sets in.

He loves to watch them stumble over their own feet and struggle to regain their balance, or when they jump out of their skin when he scares them.

Plunging his large butcher knife into their flesh and hearing them gargle on their own blood will do the trick, wrapping his large hand around their neck to feel their jugular vein go from pumping hard, to hissing as the blood empties from their body. In the middle of doing this, if it feels especially satisfactory, his head will tick to the side, eyes rolling back. He can’t help it, it just feels so good.

You made him do this the night you showed him what sex really was.

Being as kinky as you were, you understood how his messed up antics got him off. And how being sexually repressed can drive one to kill.

He stood there, watching from afar, and breathing heavily as you teased him by pulling up the ghost sheet you were wearing and exposing your cold, yet flushed ass to him. You had noticed him on your night out trick or treating, standing in the dark.

He had likely been stalking you all night.

You were too scared to speak, but horny enough to taunt the legendary killer that haunted Haddonfield Illinois. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since you heard about him.

His hand gripped the handle of his knife tightly, breath shaking as you spread your ass cheeks with your hands. He didn’t know why, but seeing those two round mounds of flesh with a couple of holes between them was making his cock stiff. Sweat practically poured down his neck and out his mask.

Looking around for a moment, you suddenly noticed he had disappeared. “Fuck…” you cursed under your breath before he appeared right in front of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him step in front of you.

…But he just stood there when you opened them?

“M-Michael?” Your heart was pounding in your throat.

As you both stood in front of each other, you noticed that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. His demeanor almost seemed like a cry for help. And your theory was proven right whilst your eyes were examining him. He had a gigantic frame. Standing at 6’3 and weighing in at 200lbs.

As your eyes danced around every part of his body, they landed on the large, off to the side bulge in his navy blue coveralls.

You swallowed, “o-oh.”

Hesitant as to what do to first, you approached him, reaching for his collar. He stepped back for a moment, but let you do what you wanted. Your heart was thumping in your ears, you couldn’t believe he was letting you undress him.

His breathing became heavier and heavier the closer you got to his bulge. Slowly, but surely, you took out his swollen, eight-inch cock. The girth was about as large as your forearm.

“Sh-shit…” you hissed. you had no clue how this was going to fit inside either of your holes.

Not caring in the slightest, you turned back around for him. “G-go on. Put it in, Michael.”

He simply looked at your ass. Eager to engage, but confused. He grabbed your soft flesh and stepped over to you, poking your asshole curiously with his large finger. You moaned as it slipped in, exploring its walls. Once he got this sensation, he couldn’t help but press his cock against your ass.

At first, you thought he was just teasing you. He was being rough and sensual, teasing you well, but then it escalated to him grunting and whimpering under his breath as he tried to push the head of his cock into your ass.

“Is… Is he a virgin?…” you thought, “How cute…” You reached your hand behind you, grabbing ahold of his cock, “L-let me help you.”

His panting turned into breathy moans as you guided his tip into your ass and he let out a deep yelp, his legs shaking, hands death-gripping your skin.

“Y-yes~ fuck, M-Michael~ fuck me~” you said as you pushed back on his hips a bit. He quickly caught on to your gesture, grabbing your love handles and slamming his full shaft’s length into your tight shit hole.

“GOD- FUCK!” You screamed as it plunged deep inside you. It stretched the tight ring of muscle like a rubber band about to snap and you loved every second of it.

He moaned like crazy, hoisting you up high with your face and chest against the wooden fence. You felt like a kebab with how his cock had skewered you like a piece of meat on a stick.

It didn’t take long for your juices to start gushing all over him. And ohh how he loved to feel liquids splatter onto him. Feeling it on his cock and hung balls sent him over the edge.

His breathing became ran ramped as he grew close, suddenly climaxing. His head snapped to the side in a head tilt, eyes rolling back. He violently and deeply thrusted every second, your breath, taken. With each thrust of his hips it felt like a wine bottle’s cork was popped in your gut. His thick cum was painting your insides and gushing out of whatever was left of your gaping meat hole.

He took the sheet of your ghost costume and pulled it up high, holding it against the wooden fence. Taking his knife, he stabbed the fabric into the fence and left you hanging there like a freshly washed, wet sweater left to dry.

He had let you live that Halloween night. And you knew you’d want him again next year, and the next year, and the next… And the next…

🎃🔪

[whoreforhorror]

Kinktober Day Three: Knifeplay with Michael Myers

Day Three: Knife Play with Michael Myers

Being with Michael was never dull. There was always some quirk or trait that you'd only find in him. Of course, being as infamous as he was, you knew of his activities. The murders certainly weren't hidden from you, but he kept it away from the house upon your request. Still, there's a voice in the back of your head that worried, just a teeny bit, that he would change his mind one day and turn his blade on you. 

He'd never been hostile to you while you two were in the relationship, and he'd been cautious to reassure you that the thought hadn't even crossed his mind. So, as you lay on the bed exposed to him, with his body atop yours in nothing but the mask, the hot and heavy atmosphere came to a startled halt for you when Michael brought out the very knife he uses for killing his victims. Maybe this was it, and he'd decided you weren't right, that he didn't want you anymore. 

"Michael... what... what are you doing?" You could hardly get the words out, your eyes locked on the knife as a lump formed in your throat. He didn't say anything back, of course, but he held the knife in a forward grip, different from the reverse grip he used with most of his victims. Micheal brings his free hand to your face, stroking your cheek gently. It was a gentle gesture that served to calm your nerves but confuse you at the same time.

He wouldn't do such a thing if he intended to kill you, so... what was this? He brings the knife to the other cheek, touching the flat side of the knife to your skin, the cold metal feeling like a burn on account of your rising anxiety. He just keeps it there for a little bit, stroking your cheek, and caressing your jaw as the knife is held gently to you. Then, his hand moves lower, brushing down your neck, to your shoulders then your chest.

Fem:

He brings his free hand to your breast, touching and caressing, moving to your erect nipple which he takes between his thumb and pointer finger. He pinches it just a bit, holding it like that before twisting it as well. He was gentle enough that it wasn't unbearably painful but it sent a jolt through your system and you let out a noise halfway between a moan and whine of discomfort.

Still, the knife rests flat against your cheek, but his actions otherwise continue with the intimacy and sexual nature. It was different, it was confusing... It was kind of hot. The thought that he could end your life right here and now, but chose to continue elsewise... to be completely at his mercy without the power to defend yourself if you wanted to. You almost hated to admit it but it was getting to you and you could feel your inner thighs becoming slick with your desire and arousal. 

His hand leaves your breast and trails even further down now, down your stomach, and further yet. He spreads your lower lips and guides his cock into you. It was a stretch, it always was given his girth and length, but a pleasant one. As his dick finds home in you, another moan escapes from between your lips. He goes slow and gentle at first.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

As he pumps slowly, he moves the knife, letting the tip drag across your skin and leave the lightest scratch. He trails the knife down your throat and to your breasts, moving to hold the knife directly over your heart. His thrusts start to get just a little faster but stay slow overall. With the knife, he makes the shape of a heart over your actual heart, the knife leaving a thin cut in the shape. Blood bubbles out the cut but it’s not deep enough to run. His free thumb moves to brush over the wound and you can hear the change in his breath. It grows heavier, more shallow. His thrusts get a bit faster again, going at a decent pace now. You can feel his tip deep enough that it brushes up against your cervix.

He brings the knife back up, to your throat this time. His thrusts pause as he looks at you, at where his knife sits pretty right where your vocal chords are. Then, his thrusting picks up speed tenfold. Michael starts plowing into you, thrusting into you like a jackhammer at full speed as his dick starts driving your mind numb with pleasure. The knife stays to your throat, the only thing that’s keeping you grounded in reality and keeping you from going entirely cock drunk. Over and over and over again he goes as deep as he can, as fast as he can. 

Your thighs clench around his waist, pulling him deep into you as you cum, clenching around his cock. Your body goes slack post-release but Micheal isn’t done yet. He flips you onto your stomach, and he’s so quick you can’t tell if he even pulled out as he flips you over. Either way, he's plowing back into you as if nothing had changed. Michael’s hand not holding the knife goes to your chin, pulling your head up and back, making your back arch and exposing your throat where the knife remains.

He pumps harder, deeper, faster if that’s even possible. Michael’s hips start to sputter and lose their rhythm. Breaths of his puff out, heavy from exertion, and what you wouldn’t give to see his face in this moment. The knife digs into your throat just a little, opening a thin, shallow cut as he cums deep inside you, his muscles tensing and his hips coming to a halt. 

He pulls out, taking the knife from your throat and putting it to the side. He flops down onto the bed as you roll over to face him, the two of you holding each other, not caring of the sweat that coats your bodies. As Michael pulls the blankets over the two of you, he lifts his mask just enough to plant a kiss on your throat, right where his knife sat.

Masc:

His hand trails to one of your erect nipples which he takes between his thumb and pointer finger. He pinches it just a bit, holding it like that before twisting it as well. He was gentle enough that it wasn't unbearably painful but it sent a jolt through your system and you let out a noise halfway between a moan and whine of discomfort.

Still, the knife rests flat against your cheek, but his actions otherwise continue with the intimacy and sexual nature. It was different, it was confusing... It was kind of hot. The thought that he could end your life right here and now, but chose to continue elsewise... to be completely at his mercy without the power to defend yourself if you wanted to. You almost hated to admit it but it was getting to you and you could feel your inner thighs becoming slick with your desire and arousal. 

His hand leaves your chest and trails even further down now, down your stomach, and further yet. He spreads you open and guides his cock into you. It was a stretch, it always was given his girth and length, but a pleasant one. As his dick finds home in you, another moan escapes from between your lips. He goes slow and gentle at first.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

As he pumps slowly, he moves the knife, letting the tip drag across your skin and leave the lightest scratch. He trails the knife down your throat and to your chest, moving to hold the knife directly over your heart. His thrusts start to get just a little faster but stay slow overall. With the knife, he makes the shape of a heart over your actual heart, the knife leaving a thin cut in the shape. Blood bubbles out the cut but it’s not deep enough to run. His free thumb moves to brush over the wound and you can hear the change in his breath. It grows heavier, more shallow. His thrusts get a bit faster again, going at a decent pace now. You can feel his tip deep enough that it brushing deep within you.

He brings the knife back up, to your throat this time. His thrusts pause as he looks at you, at where his knife sits pretty right where your adam's apple is. Then, his thrusting picks up speed tenfold. Michael starts plowing into you, thrusting into you like a jackhammer at full speed as his dick starts driving your mind numb with pleasure. His free hand moves to your cock, stroking and twisting in time with his trusts, driving you absolutly mad with exstacy. The knife stays to your throat, the only thing that’s keeping you grounded in reality and keeping you from going entirely cock drunk. Over and over and over again he goes as deep as he can, as fast as he can, hand stroking you at the exact same pace to match.

Your thighs clench around his waist, pulling him deep into you as you cum, clenching around his cock. Your body goes slack post-release but Micheal isn’t done yet. He flips you onto your stomach, and he’s so quick you can’t tell if he even pulled out as he flips you over. Either way, he's plowing back into you as if nothing had changed. Michael’s hand not holding the knife goes to your chin, pulling your head up and back, making your back arch and exposing your throat where the knife remains.

He pumps harder, deeper, faster if that’s even possible. Michael’s hips start to sputter and lose their rhythm. Breaths of his puff out, heavy from exertion, and what you wouldn’t give to see his face in this moment. The knife digs into your throat just a little, opening a thin, shallow cut as he cums deep inside you, his muscles tensing and his hips coming to a halt. 

He pulls out, taking the knife from your throat and putting it to the side. He flops down onto the bed as you roll over to face him, the two of you holding each other, not caring of the sweat that coats your bodies. As Michael pulls the blankets over the two of you, he lifts his mask just enough to plant a kiss on your throat, right where his knife sat.

[fourtyfourcatss]

[████████ 100%] — @thecurrator !

Silence interrupted with love;

YOUR BLUE LOCK MATCHUP IS…

ᝰᏪຊ itoshi rin

ຊ why itoshi rin?

The logistical reasoning as to why you fit so well with this man is because of your myers-Briggs types. Rin is INTJ, and your intuitive and judging functions are shared, and thus, the two of you can understand each other’s perspectives and goals well. His enneagram also means that he values your knowledge and independence, which both attracts him to you for not being a very irritatingly clingy person, and having a mind which can match his own.

ຊ he is very authentic and creative person, to himself and to others. You could probably tell from how rebellious he is because of how he follows his own agenda when it comes to doing things. He’s a soccer player, which involves a lot more strategy that blue lock itself explores, but as one who is trying to find a way to score a goal, being put into high stress situations, you bet he is extremely creative. And he definitely would not cut you off whenever you’re talking - not only does he barely talk himself sometimes - but he is definitely a considerate person to someone he adores off the field. Not only that, he would respond with insight and humor, and would know when to play up his deadpan and make you laugh and lighten up your mood.

ຊ would definitely find the mind reading thing weird at the first few times, but it surprisingly becomes a factor of how the two of you bond. He isn’t the type to express himself a lot verbally, and that itself incurs some kind of communication which he enjoys you reading into. He thinks your emotional intelligence is very practical, and since you like analyzing, I think he would ask your opinion or advice on opponents he wants to study. To that end, he grows fond of your voice. He can also offer your different perspectives with your analysis and turn it into a very in-depth conversation, which scratches both of your brains.

ຊ he is rather wanting of your attention, and with your introversion, he is the one who approaches very boldly. I can imagine you reading or writing near the corner of a cafe, waiting for your friends to arrive when he suddenly approaches you and sort of in his own awkward way, want to know you better— though it must be only after a lot of previous meetings and conversation. The more he gets to know you, the more understanding he wants to acquire of the facets in your personality. Additionally, while he is not big on words of affirmations, he definitely does a lot of acts of services.

ຊ I did not include much about hobbies because they two share little hobbies, but he supports you 100% in everything you do! He would watch anime and try to impress you with clothes and yarn and the like.

ຊ I would say he’s quite a jealous lover, who is very lowkey possessive, but very lowkey and more of a romantic sense. The way he says things is very passive, and the two of you just fall into this soft romance, with your heart pumping but it falls almost deaf with infatuation clouding your ears instead. You would make him very happy, and with your personality, he would be the one who is most often pouty. Definitely goes to you after a bad day and lays on your lap to de-stress, and just get very soft and mushy around you.

YOUR TWST WONDERLAND MATCHUP IS…

ᝰᏪຊ lilia vanrouge

ຊ why lilia?

There are many reason why he is a very suitable character for you. Firstly, I wanted to pair you up with someone who is outgoing in order to balance out your introversion, as that itself can become a problem in some circumstances. Not only that, he would be able to approach you first, which may not work so well if your partner if more introverted like you are. Lilia is very charming, elegant, and mysterious. He can most likely catch your attention very well, and yet, he is also gentle and compassionate in disposition if you knew his story. He might be a good match for you because he can understand your emotions and dreams with his deep and poetic soul. He can also appreciate your authenticity and creativity, and he might share your hobbies of reading, writing, and listening to music.

ຊ this old piece of bones can definitely appreciate you for what you are, and find you very charming, from the expressions your face makes and and unimpressed glamor that always makes its way across your demeanor. He takes it as a sign to try to get you to smile as much as possible, and checks in on you often, as he is as taken by you as you may become taken by him. The way his smile curves is very attractive too, and makes you wish to smile many times, lighting up the mood with his antics.

ຊ he’s an a-class gentleman! He would never interrupt you, or disrespect you in any manner. Rather, he makes you feel like a very loved royal, taking care of you by asking you if you have worn enough clothes in the winter and lending you some he has packed, or brushing leaves out of your hair during the autumn months. And because of how classy he is, he can definitely appreciate enjoying the arts. He too, loves reading, and enjoys curling next to you while the two of you watch shows or listen to audiobooks together. Slow dancing to old music is also a must; and I believe he would teach you very gently. The way he treats you is as if you are a precious object, yet the relationship is not all so plain— there is very adventurous moments from his boldness, and while it gets your heart racing like you are reeling, it feels worth it at the end, and fulfilling to be around him.

ຊ he finds your hobbies very endearing. He strikes me as the type to also enjoy crocheting, especially paired with another activity, like watching television together.

ຊ he would love discussing characters and plots and all manner of things with you. He definitely thinks it’s wondrous how you have found so many things regarding characters from perhaps just a few scenes or dialogue, and he’s mystified with how well you read people. He thinks it’s a magic of its own.

ຊ definitely gives you cute pet names, but not too drastic, like “honey” or “darling”. I feel like when you are fixated with doing something like writing or reading, he would sneak up on you and try to scare you a bit. He’s just a very sweet man, and you seem like a very sweet person, and I think that just goes so well. The two of you can make each other genuinely happy.

[fembotsrock]

At the end of the scene where Austin Powers is dazed from the aphrodisiac gas, just before the frame switches to Dr. Evil it shows Austin Power’s right shoulder lift up as he takes a deep breath. Could he have been being pulled towards the bed by Anita Hart before the the scene changed or was she pulling him further away from the floor until the other fembots captured him.

I think that was just Austin rocking back a little. The setup for filming was just a trapeze which Anita hung from so she had no leverage to actually lift Myers up. All Anita could really do is angle her drop so the fluffy trim of her babydoll would obscure his vision and wrap her legs around his neck.

That said, the original scripts and screenplay do show Austin being lifted off the ground, but this would have happened before he was gassed originally, in effort to keep him in place.

That said, the script and screenplay actually make no mention of the legs belonging to a Fembot and just state "FEMALE LEGS drop and wrap around Austin's neck." It could very well be possible that disembodied, android legs could have been another avenue, rather than an actual Fembot like in the film, though with the same design notes would be nice. The marabou hemmed skirts impairing their vision with marabou mules working together with the look.

That would have made quite an interesting weapon to subdue men en-masse in their lair. A whole squad of commandos finding themselves with long legs wrapped around their necks, marabou trimmed babydolls fluttering over their eyes as the Fembots within the boudoir would adorn them their own fluffy penis pumps to extract any disobedience from them.

*FR*

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Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (1001): Tue 17th Dec 2024

Today was the end of the final full week of overtime shifts. I still have two overtime shifts to do next week but as soon as they’re over it’s back to regular shifts plus I’m off on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day, Boxing Day, New Year’s Eve and New Years Day this year so I should be able to spend the final breaths of 2024 relaxing and the first breaths of 2025 making a start on my resolutions. 

I rewatched Austin Powers: International Man of Mystery and was surprised by how well it holds up despite it being a pastiche of the sixties seen through the yes of the nineties. In a sense it’s a time capsule inside another time capsule. The thing that really made me laugh this time around is how Austin has an incredibly hairy chest in the middle but the top and the side are completely smooth. It’s like the film is openly acknowledging that this is a big silly film and encouraging the audience to play along with it. One thing I found really interesting is this film and it’s sequel’s use of what we would call cringe comedy. There are several scenes where Powers is put in really embarrassing situations (such as the Penis Pump scene in this movie or the scene in the sequel where he drinks another man’s shit) but they never seem to phase him that much. Normally cringe comedy works because the person experiencing the embarrassing situation is a prick and they’re getting their comeuppance (like Stifler drinking the beer filled with cum in the first American Pie) but that doesn’t really work in the same way with Powers. You can’t say that the use of such humour in Austin Powers is wrong because both scenes make me laugh I just can’t figure out why. Maybe it’s because the idea of someone being revealed to have a penis pump in front of a woman they’re trying to impress is such an embarrassing scenario that people cringe at the thought of it happening to them. Or maybe there are some scenarios so embarrassing they even the most aloof people are immune to humiliation. I also noticed that in the middle of the film Doctor Evil makes a joke about the “calibre” of the attractive FemBots which gets no reaction from his minions even after he explains the pun. These are the kind of lame arse jokes that Austin Powers himself makes and I’m wondering if this is Mike Myers giving the audience a clue to the revelation that takes place in the third movie that Powers and Doctor Evil are in fact brothers. I’m probably giving Mike Myers too much credit there but I wouldn’t rule it out as Myers is a clever writer (as long as you don’t watch The Love Guru). 

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Halloween 2024 - Day 8 - Halloween (1978)

Better late than never...

Well, that's another October in the books (in the pocket, out of sight) and I'm afraid to say it's been another sub par showing from myself. Technically a very slight improvement from last year but still a far cry from years previous where I was getting within touching distance of the full 31 most years. Must try harder. But what better way to round out the month and celebrate All Hallows Eve (now someway removed at time of writing but who's counting) than with our customary look at the Halloween franchise itself. But wait, didn't we just wrap this up last year with Halloween Ends? The movie franchise is dormant for now and that TV show is still just in development so what are we to do? In the words of the Average White Band; let's go round again.

Not all of them, obviously, just the ones I skipped over at points when I was being lazy. Which is namely Halloween (1978), Halloween II (1981), Halloween H20 and Halloween Resurrection. Though, those first two were ones that I had watched alongside Season of the Witch during 'year zero' before the start of this blog so I had continued on to 4 during year one in the interest of furthering my own journey through the history of horror. At our usual rate that will last us until 2027 at which point someone is sure to have pumped out another new Michael Myers related media. Failing that, there's probably a documentary or something that can fill a gap. Something in the vein of Crystal Lake Memories, though hopefully not as long because 6 hrs 40 minutes? Sheesh. Speaking of Friday the 13th and TV show adaptations, I didn't know they were doing a prequel series at the camp. Presumably it would culminate with Jason drowning? It's a novel way of keeping within the universe but not going the standard slasher route, at least I assume it wouldn't be. I'd picture more of a teen dramedy thing that maybe leans more into the horror later on. But to the business at hand and, as the title card above would suggest it's the grandaddy of them all, the original Halloween from all the way back in 1978. To think we'll be celebrating 50 years of this movie in just a few years time, crazy. Right from the word go here even through something as simple as the opening credits we're establishing the creepy atmosphere as that iconic theme plays the names of our various stars and a jack o'lantern on which we slowly zoom in until it almost envelops the entire screen. It's a theme that has to go down as one of the greatest pieces of music in the history of cinema, so itense, forboding and it envokes this feeling of urgency, not unlike what many of Michael's victims feel over the course of the franchise as they try to flee from him. It's becomes so versatile during the movie as well, whether it's being slowed down to fit a slighty different tone or being used as a Michael alarm of sorts to indicate he's nearby, or as a red herring when the movie is trying to trick you into thinking that he is just so it can mess with you. The use of sound adds so much to the movie, right down to the very end when think Loomis has banished this great evil forever but little does he know that this is just the start of a phenomenon that will last for decades to come, with Michael's heavy breathing just before the credits reminding us all that he's still out there, lurking in the darkness waiting to strike again.

Much like Peeping Tom that we looked out earlier in this marathon, this film too starts out with a unique POV shot, this time from the clown mask of young Michael as he butchers his sister to death. It's probably for the best that he went with something more subtle in his choice of mask upon reaching adulthood, I'm not sure if the character would have been quite as iconic in a clown mask.

That shot and the follow up of an almost catatonic Michael in his clown costume would be re-visited in Part 4 with Jamie Lloyd, Laurie's daughter and Michael's niece (in that parralell universe at least), when she stabs her foster mother to death.

A less obvious Michael trope his how adept he apparently is at driving cars despite logically never spending a second behind the wheel of one considering he's been in an asylum most of his life. Much like he would commit a little GTA in Part 5, he does so again here when Loomis goes to collect him ahead of a court hearing, only for Michael to jump in the car and speed off.

From here he makes his way back home to Haddonfield where we slowly piece together the stops he's made along the way that have been helping him create his signature look, whether that's robbing the local hardware store for his Shatner mask, rope and knives or the blue collar worker he kills by the side of the road before making off with his coveralls.

Michael seems to spend most of his time stalking Laurie, such as when she's in class and he's just standing conspicuously across the street gawking through the window. Laurie is discussing the idea of fate and destiny here which is almost certainly coincidental considering they couldn't possibly have forseen how succesful the movie would become but it feels apt that the two of them were destined to do this forever. Well, until Michael gets thrown into the wood chipper of course. Or maybe it's a subtle way of the filmmakers of aluding to a connection between the two characters. We wouldn't know about their family connection until the next movie so I'm curious as to whether this was planned at this point or if I'm just reading into this too much. Going back to sound, the movie isn't afraid to be quiet when it needs to in order to let a moment sink in or build some tension. It's something that makes seeing this again very interesting in having that comparison against something like Terrifier 2 which is very much in your face all the time, or even some of the later movies where Michael takes on this much more supernatural element given how invulnerable he seems to become. Everything feels much more grounded in reality, this mix of paranoia as we see Michael stalk his way through the town spying on Laurie and her friends, and Loomis raving to anyone who will listen about the danger that is being visited upon Haddonfield.

That's not to say Michael doesn't display some of that freakish strength he becomes known for when he impales one of the teens with a butcher knife. That's a strong knife if it can hold up a near grown ass man, you could sell that on late night TV like when they show them cutting shoes with knives. Whilst not as overt as some others in the genre, the subtext of horror movies advocating for abstinence makes an apperance whilst Laurie's friends are trying to arrange a place to meet up and bang during their baby sitting duties. Michael offs one of them when he goes for a beer and takes his place back upstairs whilst under heavy disguise. I'm very torn on this because you take one look at it and it's completely out of tone with the rest of the movie, not to mention the rest of the franchise. But then again, that's me using existing knowledge of the character and how he plays out over the dozen or so movies to make judgments towards this particular depiction. There would have been nothing to go on that this point so if Michael wants to dress up as a ghost, well maybe that's just his thing. Plus, as a young man he would have the same sort of urges as any other so maybe this was just his twisted idea of trying to get some. Disguise himself as the boyfriend and then make his move. He arguablly only snaps because the girl becomes annoyed in him not saying anything so she decides to phone Laurie instead, who knows what his next move would have been if she hadn't done that.

I've touched upon Loomis a few times so far but I'd like to take a moment to really stress my appreciation for him not only here but throughout his run in the franchise. He really does elevate some of those later movies whilst the series was on a decline and Donald Pleasance just generally brings a certain gravatas to proceedings that you don't get in things like Friday the 13th. You get to see how proceedings really take a tole on Loomis, both mentally and physically, as the movies progress as desperation takes hold and he's willingly to go to extremes to try and stop Michael once and for all. Whilst he's not at that level just yet, he really helps to sell just what we're dealing with in Michael when delivers that famous, haunting monologue about meeting Michael at a young age and coming to learn this was someone incapable of feeling, incapable of understanding right and wrong, and knowing that the only right thing to do was to keep that boy locked up because what was living behind that's boy's eyes was pure evil.

I'd also like to show my appreciation to this particular shot following Laurie's discovery of her friends bodies. As she backs into a corner, unable to properly comprehend what she's found, something sinister looks in the darkness as Michael's mask slowly fades into view before he lunges from the shadows.What could have easily been a jump scare instead lends an extra layer of sympathy from the viewer towards Laurie and just ramps up the tension further. For a brief moment we realise that he is there but Laurie remains oblivious, leaving us as helpless bystanders as we await Michael's next attack. It really is a joy to re-visit this and see from what humble beginnings this horror juggernaut spawned. Even down to the kills, where later entries would find themselves engaging in a never ending game of oneupsmanship with other movies trying to see who could come up with the most goriest, extreme and over the top moments, there are several cases here where Michael is more than willing to get his hands dirty the old fashioned way and simply choke the life out of his victims.

And as the movie reaches builds to it's crescendo and Loomis makes his showstopping apperance at the last second to save the day, you are left with a choice. Do you choose to believe that Michael has perished, treat this as a self contained story and move on with your life? Or do you follow Michael down the rabbit hole that will span the next 40+ years? As if there was any choice…Michael Myers will return next year in Halloween II. We can only hope there will be a full compliment of 30 movies before we get there.

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Say His Name and He Appears: Counting Down My Favorite Joe Hendry Songs

Hello All My Awesome Readers! Before you ask , you did read the title of this article right! I will be counting down my favorite Joe Hendry songs! Joe Hendry has been one of my favorite wrestlers to watch recently. He is a talented wrestler and one hell of a musician. I laugh every single time I hear his songs.

#5 - Edge’s Bitch

I couldn’t stop laughing when I first heard this one. This song was done for Matt Cardona in 2023. Hendry debuted the song in TNA after Cardona and his tag team partner , Brian Myers , lost in a tag team match . The song is about how Hendry says Cardona will always be Edge’s bitch , referring to his time in WWE. It also included Myers and Chelsea Green, Matt’s Wife. The music video is also hilarious too.

#4- Backstreet’s Back Parody- I know wrestlers will and try to do anything to get booked. But , I have to say , this one is one of my favorite ways a wrestler has gotten his name out there . Hendry talks about how he professional and punctual he is when he goes to shows. Plus , I really think that this one really shows his talent as a singer and also a cool way to get booked.

#3 - I Believe in Joe Hendry - This is most well known song. It is also his entrance music for TNA and NXT. This one first debuted in 2019 when Hendry was wrestling in Ring Of Honor . Hendry wanted to make a song where he wanted fans to participate. The cool thing about this song is that it went to the top of the charts , beating out artists like Sabrina Carpenter and Taylor Swift. I will admit , it’s on my playlist.

Honorable Mentions :

Joehemian Rhapsody ( Bohemian Rhapsody Parody )

Hendry Ball ( Wrecking Ball Parody )

Local Hero ( My Hero Parody )

Pokémon Intro

Cheez-It Champion

#2- Jack Jester’s In My Room- This one is too funny to me. It is a parody of the Venga Boys. The video for this song is even funnier. I couldn’t get it out of my head the first time I heard it and I will never be able to. When I watched this entrance , I could tell that Jack was trying so hard not to laugh. He was even fist pumping to it as well.

#1 - I’m Drew - This one is a parody of Eiffel 65. It came out when Drew came back to Scotland and went back to ICW. I love it because I love Joe and Drew , and I also thought it was super cute and funny. Drew also confirmed that he had to hide his face behind his hair to prevent fans from seeing him laugh because he was a Heel. This means that he was a bad guy and was supposed to be angry that Joe made the song about him. Thus, they praised each other in different interviews.

My Final Thoughts:

I love Joe Hendry. I think it’s so unique how he uses his musical talents to stand out in the ring . I also think that he is a great wrestler as well! I’ll be going to WRESTLECADE and I hope that I will get to see him there. I saw online that he will be there for TNA and a meet and greet. What is your favorite Joe Hendry song? Let me know!

Love You All,

- Kay

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