#michael myers thirst

[regianenascimentooficial]

Part 1: Is every slasher more about love or sex in relationship?

Part 2 Here!

🌹Slashers:

Jason Voorhees / Michael Myers / Pinhead / Vicent and Bo Sinclair / Thomas Hewitt / Bubba Sawyer / Asa Emory.

🌹 Warning:

⚠️ All headcanons have things that minors cannot read! Read at your own risk! ⚠️

🌹🌹GOOD READ! 🌹🌹

🥀With Jason, there wouldn't be as much sex as love. He's not the type who just wants to fuck you. He's the romantic type who, when you least expect it, will always bring you gifts, remember important dates and treat you like a princess. An incurable romantic.

🥀Michael is more of the type who would keep to himself, but romance isn't his thing. But that doesn't take away from the fact that every now and then he wants a little affection. Even if it's just touching your hand. However, when he's on a high after killing, he'll want to fuck you deep and mark his territory. After all, you're his.

🥀A gentleman, but a rascal. He'll treat you like a queen and everything, but don't expect to live forever without feeling the pain and pleasure he can give you. And he expects you to understand that. Outside of four walls, you're the woman of his life who he'll love and be romantic about, inside four walls, he talks and you keep quiet. In rare cases, you can turn the tables.

🥀A romantic bastard, this can be interpreted as how Vincent would treat you. He would be sweet to you and very affectionate, but he wouldn't resist putting his hands on you and moving them down between your legs if necessary or if he was in need. He just looks like a saint...

🥀The opposite of his brother. He's not at all romantic and will fuck you whenever he wants and will be a bore who is always teasing you, but there will be times when he will just want you to lie on the floor with your hands together looking up at the sky and realize that his life was better with you.

🥀Both at the same time. He will love you, care for you, treat you like his little girl. Always worried about you and making sure you're okay. He will always give you gifts from his victims, especially daisies, however, when you see him licking his lips, you know that today he will use you until the bed breaks.

🥀Just like Jason, he won't be the type to have sex a lot. He loves you and wants to take care of you like a doll. Plus, he won't know how to deal with exposing his body. He doesn't like himself and is shy. So, he'll just be by your side and give you affection, food and love.

🥀He knows how to show you love, but for him it's more fun to make you beg for him by calling his name. He'll give you roses and take you to museums and everything related to art, but he'll love making you cum seven times in a row. Seeing you begging and cumming for him makes him record this beautiful specimen that is you.

©REGIANE NASCIMENTO©

[whatyadrawin]

This video is killing me lmao

I had to make a sketch

A helicopter would absolutely not be able to hold all that mass.

IMAGE TEXT: "They're too big! We're losing altitude!!" END TEXT.

[whimsyvixen]

I wanna braid and put flowers in Michael Myers's long pretty hair 🥺 but he'll probably gut anyone who gets too close to his hair 😭 man needs a proper hair cleaning/brushing ritual and an armful of products

Just felt like sharing this...feel free to ignore 😅

I agree with you 100%. Who knows how long the man's gone without a proper bath and a good shave? He'll probably kill anyone who tries touching him, but I'm sure we can convince him somehow (yeah right, he cutting our belly open for the audacity).

You actually gave me a good drawing idea with this ask! Here's Linda trying to get rid of the tangles in his hair.

[frenchfrywrites]

Fucking Michael behind the town bar 🤤

Ahhh Mikey would love this, but absolutely never admit it lol. There's so much risk for him.. what if someone stumbles around and sees the feared boogeyman getting his guts rearranged?! Even if he is the one to initiate it (tugging you back there forcefully and crushing your face against his mask in what could be described as a kiss), he'll grunt and growl if you tease him about it. Definitely don't tell him you know he loves the idea of being caught, and that someone is going to see how needy he is; he'll cum so quick it'll make him dizzy 😈

[slashersmasherlover]

Ok but ... old man Myers with tattoos??? 🥵

[thepinkpanda01]

I love this series so much 😭😩 even though I only care about Art and Michael 🔪

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[summercourtship]

“Why thirst over michael myers he doesn’t have a personality.”

yes he does, his personality is that he has a big dick

[calmcoldevening]

Slashers x reader who can control shadows

@klerns-birdie

Thomas Hewitt

• Thomas loved you with all his heart and cared about you, but to be honest, sometimes he was really scared of your ability to control shadows. It's not that he was afraid of you, no, he was just very worried about you.

• Other family members, in particular Hoyt, were quite delighted to learn about this ability of yours. Hoyt was glad that the chance of catching potential meat increased by a whopping 200%.

• Whenever you transform into your shadow self, Tommy is haunted by the fear that you won't come back. At such moments, it was as if an animal thirst for blood and violence really woke up in you, not that Thomas encouraged it. But he understood that all this was to protect the family, and the family always comes first.

• Thomas is extremely fond of physical contact with you. Because of your ability to control shadows, sometimes it seems that your skin is as cold as ice or grave earth, so he likes to squeeze your palms in his big ones and keep you warm.

• Thomas is a big boy, very big and big. Sometimes it's even embarrassing to watch when the victim manages to fool him and simply run away from home. It's at times like this that you show up. Such a sweet and fragile girl instantly turns into a cold-blooded killer with a crazy smile sparkling in the dark. Your translucent body gracefully moves softly and smoothly around the unsuspecting victim, and your shadows wrap cold tentacles around the body of the poor victim. You act quickly and accurately, and Thomas can only watch from afar as lingonberry drops of blood cover your dark body.

• After your little 'hunts', you turn back into your 'I' and smile, gently brushing the blood off your clothes. Thomas's heart swells with warmth from your sudden change of emotions. The way you tenderly examine him for wounds and tell him that everything is fine. Your shadows gently glide over his skin, causing goosebumps. Like the touch of a wet tongue, they calmed and brought a sense of comfort, because Thomas knew for sure that everything was under control.

Michael Myers

• Your abilities definitely arouse his genuine interest. He had spent his entire life in a hospital, so he could not even imagine that such a thing really existed.

• He will watch you and your shadows like a curious little child, but he will never admit this to you or ask you to show him anything at his request. In this regard, he is quite closed and does not know how to fully express his feelings.

• You and Michael have some kind of unspoken games like hide-and-seek or catch-up. There's something hot about him knowing that you're always watching him from the shadows. To know that you are watching his every move, every murder and stabbing, causes his body to tremble, and his breathing under the mask becomes rapid and moist. And he gladly accepts this challenge and looks for you in this dirty darkness, hoping at least this time to win this game of cat and mouse.

• Sometimes Michael gets so carried away with you that he forgets about the victim in front of him. The unfortunate man is trying to escape, but he does not even suspect your presence. You easily wrap your shadowy arm around the fragile throat and squeeze it to a nasty bone crunch. Michael lowers the bloody knife and listlessly watches the scene unfold in front of him, unable to contain a slight smile.

• After the murder, you slowly come out of you, your body turns back into its usual self, small droplets of blood flow down your face when the victim coughed up blood a little. You approach Michael and freely take him by the elbow, leading him towards the house through the deserted streets of the city at night. As if you were the most ordinary couple who had never done anything wrong. Michael feels your shadow wrapping around his waist, and it brings a sense of comfort.

• Michael is terribly fond of your coolness and cruelty with which you kill victims. Like a crow, shamelessly pecking out the eyes of sinners hanging on crosses. Sweet and dangerous at the same time. A wonderful combination, warming Michael's blood up.

Bo Sinclair

• Bo loves you madly. But this does not mean that he will talk about it directly. After all, since childhood he has had certain problems with aggression and the manifestation of his emotions and understanding of others. Therefore, sometimes he can be quite persistent and too clingy.

• He likes to make you jealous, knowing full well about your ability and cruelty. Bo can deliberately flirt with another tourist just to see how later your shadows will close around her delicate neck and tear the unfortunate girl into pieces of meat. This bloody show causes a pleasant shiver in his body. Perhaps he would also not mind if your gentle shadows and cold hands walked over his body.

• Bo really likes to realize that such an amazing and ambitious girl is his and only his. He doesn't intend to share you with anyone. If he's hanging around other girls (solely to annoy you), then he won't tolerate anyone else around you. If some new tourist gets too close to you, Bo will come up to you and put his arm around your waist, hugging you closer to him so that everyone around knows whose girl you are. It is better for this person to quickly understand his place if he does not want to die a very painful death.

• You often use your abilities just to tease him or get on his nerves. On the one hand, it annoys him, but on the other hand, he likes your attention, but he won't tell you about it. And he won't say that your cold weightless shadows on his skin cause pleasant sensations in his body. But you'll probably see it in his smug grin.

• You often go to his gas station when there are another couple of tourists on it. Seeing such a sweet, nice girl really calms future victims and weakens their vigilance. This strange man has such a sweet girl, obviously he only has a stern appearance, but a kind heart, there's nothing to worry about. Oh, how wrong they are, because it is this little sun with an innocent smile that poses a much greater danger to them. You'll be happy to hear the crunch of their bones under your tight grip a little later.

Vincent Sinclair

• Your cold shadows feel good on his scarred face. At first, he was worried about this and did not want to show you his face, but the tenderness with which you stroked his rough skin gave him a pleasant calm. He clung to those black tentacles like a little kitten craving affection. The touch was both cool and strangely warm and gentle, it sent shivers down his spine.

• At first, Vincent was afraid when you literally came out of nowhere, although in fact you just turned into a shadow and followed him almost everywhere. Over time, Vincent got used to it and even learned to find your presence in this sepulchral silence of the basement. He likes how your dark translucent body moves in the light of a dozen candles, how graceful and beautiful your body looks. He finds a strange comfort knowing that you are almost always there, watching him from the shadows. After one of the victims attacked him at the most unexpected moment and broke his mask, which led Vincent into a momentary stupor, he was incredibly grateful when you killed this scoundrel on the spot. It took him a few minutes to realize what was happening, but your gentle touch made everything bearable. Although now he will have to wipe off the blood and the basement floor, but these are just small things.

• You're like his guardian angel, his shadow protector. It's a very pleasant feeling. Vincent knows that you are always on the safe side, that you will always help him if necessary. Because of this, he tries to do everything carefully so that you enjoy the show presented to you in full.

• Sometimes you use your shadows to hide Vincent himself. It helps a lot when the victims find the basement themselves and do not suspect anything about the danger. This creates a good surprise effect. And the proximity of your body to his own gives comfort and a sweet aftertaste of the upcoming murder, because after Vincent's flesh and blood, your soothing cold hugs are always waiting.

• He likes that most of the time, because of your abilities and temperament, it is you who take the initiative and a more dominant role. Vincent loves it when you tell him what to do, when you gently touch him with your cold shadows, when you shower his skin with wet kisses, in stark contrast to the coldness of your cold hands and shadows.

• Sometimes he really worries about your cold hands because he's afraid you'll freeze. That's why he likes it when you spend time together in a warm, almost hot basement. Vincent also likes to sculpt wax with you, because the wax is warm, and it will definitely warm you up a little.

Ghostface

• Billy and Stu really like that you have such abilities. This is very suitable for their kind of activity and the image of a Ghostly face, so they almost immediately initiate you into their business. At first, of course, you don't really like it, but something inside you really wants it.

• They both like the surprise effect with which you kill an unsuspecting victim. One moment they were being chased by a tall man in a black suit and a ghost mask, and the next they were literally suffocated by cold air while your shadowy limbs grabbed the body of the unfortunate.

• After particularly successful kills, the boys clamp your still translucent shadow body between them like a sandwich. The blood from their suits is slowly soaking your clothes, but you didn't seem to care. The guys' hands slide over your body, hips and waist as they hold you closer to them. The sight of you covered in blood causes a sticky, almost animal desire inside them.

• Billy is usually a more reserved boy, while Stu relentlessly says all sorts of obscenities that you could do with your interesting ability. The idea that you can watch them while they're doing some personal stuff and they don't even know it makes them both damn hot.

• They love the horror that flashes in the eyes of the victims whenever you kill them with amazing dexterity and weariness. Guys love to take pictures of it. They have a whole photo album with similar pictures, one is better than the other. Stu even has his own collection of photos, but of a more explicit nature, which hangs above his bed in the bedroom.

[slashers-and-rats]

Could you make Michael Myers' reaction to entering a house during a hunt and see a mother and her two children sleeping hugging on the couch?

rat chat: micheal seems like the type that would have some general morals. that’s kinda what this fic in general is demonstrating.

micheal myers x fem!reader | sfw |

micheal felt the autumn leaves crunching underneath his boots. no matter how silently he crept through this backyard, the sound still managed to escape into the quiet of the night. he was lucky that the wind was blowing, hard and loud, as it covered up any of his footsteps.

he was careful as he slithered up to the back of this house. there wasn’t anything special about it, nothing that drew him in and made him sure this was the target. there was no rhyme or reason in what micheal did, not always. sometimes, when hunting, he just needed to make a choice based on nothing but his own instincts. there was nothing different about this home. the only thing he noticed was a few balls strewn about the backyard.

‘must have a pet to watch out for’, he thought to himself.

he pressed himself up to a window, peering into the dark of a random room. upon further inspection, it seemed to be a living room, since in the very middle there was a couch. on the couch, laying as if she were bait in a trap, there was a woman.

micheal didn’t see much of her, only her head laying back against the top of the seat. she was dead asleep, clear by the way her mouth hung open in silent snores. he took note of her position, lingering for a moment. she seemed peaceful. he almost felt as though he shouldn’t ruin this moment- maybe he could find another house, and satiate his needs that way. but, it was too late into the night, he had to commit. didn’t he?

he pried himself away from the pane, stepping back and going to a nearby door. he found the knob and tried a few times, finally feeling it creak open and swing out near him. this neighbourhood was notorious for unlocked back doors (as if an intruder would only try the front).

he stepped up into the house, glancing down at the welcome mat he was met with. ‘remember to wipe’, it read in colourful, bubbly font. he tilted his head, amused that some woman would not have grown out of such childish things. he shrugged, deciding to amuse this little request, and he wiped some of the dirt from his boots off onto the mat. he then began his ascent into the home, weaving his way through the halls until he was back where he needed to be.

right there, sitting on the couch, was the woman from the window. micheal could hear her soft breathing now, and see the way her shoulders rose and fell with each breath. he examined her from the doorway for a minute, tracing over the shadows that adorned her face.

something tugged at him, urging him to leave and abandon this prey to its warren. he didn’t understand it, thinking that there was some… performance anxiety, or something of the like. it usually happened when he was walking into a bad situation, like a trap or a victim that liked to fight, but this didn’t seem like something he should be nervous about. it was just some lady, a sleeping beauty unaware of his presence. this was an easy target. it should be, at least.

he stepped up closer to the couch, and rounded it so that he was at the front. it’s then that he learned what the feeling was, or what it was trying to tell him.

sitting at both sides of the woman were

two kids, one to each hip. they laid over her lap and nestled into the warmth of their assumed mother, sleeping just as soundly as she was. upon closer look, micheal could see they had fallen asleep while reading a story book. a version of red riding hood, warning of wolves in the forest, and intruders like him thirsting for blood.

he was a villain. he had been well aware of that fact for a long time. he had abandoned his own virtues, deciding to find comfort in unforgivable sins, but seeing such a sight made him feel… dirty. it wasn’t common for him to be so self-aware. he usually targeted people that could be justified, a bully or a selfish landlord, but this. he could feel hell nipping at his heels.

micheal stared down at them. if one could see through the holes in his mask, they would see the intense focus in his gaze. he tried to untangle the knots that had developed in his stomach. regret, apprehension, the need to retreat- they swirled around inside of him and made him step back towards the middle of the room. doing this only gave him a greater view of the home. toys strewn about the floor, a child sized table littered with photos of the kids and this mother, and the same sort of balls from outside sitting in a heap near the same window he looked through. he should’ve known when he’d seen the yard there were kids here, he should’ve listened to his own intuition, but…

he shook his head. micheal had standards. he had needs, sure, but somewhere deep inside him there were morals, buried under years and years of neglect. he couldn’t do this, he couldn’t raise a blade to these people. yet he still felt the need to disturb, to bring some fear. maybe… maybe he could.

he went over to where they all lay, resembling the corpses he had seen many a time before, and picked up the two children. he was gentle, and they seemed to nestle into him, most likely mistaking him for their mother. she stirred only for a moment, but settled relaxed against the couch. he then got to work.

in the morning, when you were awoken by the birds singing sweet tunes, and the sun shining on your face, you found yourself on your couch. it wasn’t rare that you’d fall asleep in your living room, but this felt different. you recalled the night before, and how your children had been their with you, and it made you pat the seats beside you.

they weren’t there.

for a moment you panicked, eyes widening as you sat up and began scanning the room. it had been cleaned. toys were put away carefully in their bins, pictures had been pinned to their proper cork boards, snacks had been swept off the rug- this was not how this room had been left. you knew the kids wouldn’t have cleaned it either, not without a bit of a fight. it filled you with dread. someone had been inside, and had decided to… clean? such a kind action, and yet you were filled with unease. your home had still been entered, after all.

you pushed yourself up from the couch, beginning to look around the home, calling out for the kids. the more you called without answer, the more your chest tightened. room after room you checked, until you finally shoved your way into their bedroom, and-

there they were. they were still asleep, blankets tucked tight to their chins and peace on their faces. you made sure they were breathing and all in one piece, before sitting down on the edge of a bed. your heart was still racing, the pounding filling your ears.

you had to take a moment to breathe, to reassure yourself that it was all alright. maybe you had done this and didn’t remember. you had been so exhausted yesterday. it was a weekend, and the children had been particularly energetic. maybe, in your own half-asleep state, you had put them to bed and cleaned up the living room.

you insisted that must’ve been it, nodding your head and looking up to the window.

it was open.

you stood up quick, going over to it and leaning outside over the sill. you never left their window open, as one of the children had believed there to be fairies that would whisk them away. no, no you wouldn’t forget such a thing. you couldn’t have.

you looked outside, seeing nothing in the horizon. it seemed safe. you leaned back into the room, shutting the window tight and closing the curtains.

micheal watched from the tree line.

[whatyadrawin]

Going through and finding people who 'hate' when headcanons adjust their faves and blocking them like

Like baby, it's a HEADCANON. THAT'S THE POINT. IT'S LITERALLY THE CANON THE PERSON LIKES IN THEIR HEAD. Some of you need a reality check, if you don't like someone's headcanon, then simply don't read it/look at it. I'm so tired of Randoms making my fellow creators annoyed because they didn't make the FREE WORK that they personally want but won't pay for.

Anyway, if you are one of those gatekeeper types that only wants your favorite character done a certain way and get mad at creative freedom then please block me I don't want your weird ass negativity in my life.

[whimsyvixen]

I have just one question (which will probably sound more like a request): please, can I have more content (and especially art) with RZ Michael Myers?..🥺

I absolutely adore him and especially to see art with him from you... I just look at these art with one thought: Michael, God, fuck me🥵

I see him and immediately drop my bra and panties 👙

I normally don't do requests but I had a sudden itch to draw RZ Michael again so I hope you like this!

You didn't make it easy for him so now he's going to have to kill you.

[frenchfrywrites]

Something tells me Michael is obsessed with doggy style 🤔😏

I would agree anon.. I think he loves feeling and hearing your skin slap against his, feeling you so deep inside of him, and if you're lucky it's one of the ways he'll take off his mask around you :D

[bateman-whore]

Socials I feel like slasher would use.

Michael Myers: Facebook

I feel like he would totally be a Facebook mom lol.

Jason Voorhees: none

I honestly feel like he’d be one of the few that doesn’t use social media. He’d probably at some point had a Google+ account so he could comment on a YouTube video in like 2012.

Billy Loomis: Instagram

He would definitely post random photos from his camera roll and probably dox people on his story.

Stu Macher: MySpace

His profile would be all decorated and cool. Although he would definitely cry to Billy when MySpace “died”.

Patrick Bateman: LinkedIn

Must I say more.

Vincent Sinclair: DeviantArt

He would definitely post his wax sculptures.

Bo Sinclair: TikTok

Three words: truck thirst traps

[clown-gore]

SFBF23-> week 1

Prompts: Fire. Wound(s). Suburbs. Bondage

Keywords: Acrid. Malignant

His Souvenir

Micheal Myers X GN!reader

Halloween was a cursed time at Haddonfield, and that was a fact. Every window and door got locked during the night. Parents dreaded their children going trick-or-treating for it might be their last time seeing them.

Every year the town holds it’s breath waiting for the Boogyman to strike again. Sometimes he doesn’t, but that doesn’t make the situation any better.

And every year there were people foolish enough to roam the town at the dead of night and taking the situation lightly, unaware of the dangers their actions hold. Guilt doesn’t begin to describe the feeling that dawns after that.

And here you are, as guilty as ever…

Unfortunately you were one of those foolish people, and now you’re tied in the basement of some stranger, but that stranger is no other than the Shape Of Haddonfield himself, Micheal Myers.

You were tied and way that left you exposed. Hands behind your back tied at the elbows down to your wrists, thighs and knees bound with painful knots to the old heater behind you that scraped your back, and your mouth taped shut. Even your neck had a rope around it that threatened to choke you with every move.

Looking around you frantically, you tried to understand what is going on. Last thing you remember was Micheal chasing you and then nothing, something it you on the head and you didn’t know whether it was him, or you hit a brick wall or a tree, but the ache in your head is very much true.

The basement had an acrid smell of mould and smoke, smoke so strong it brought tears to your eyes. The only light came from a small window next to the sealing. Looking up, you could make out flames, and panic rose up again. The place was burning���

Your breath was frantic, and you started to fight against the ropes bounding you.

What made you stop your movements close to none was the figure emerging from the dark, far end of the room. The Boogyman himself.

Fear doesn’t begin to describe the feeling that crept through your body. The sight of his chalky white mask sent shivers down your spine.

Your throat went dry, more tears sprung to your eyes and your breath quickened with each silent step he took towards you. The blooded knife in his hand shined, reflecting the light from the fire up ahead. Is he staying her to burn with you? You kept asking…

You thrashed away at your restraints as they burned through your skin, definitely leaving marks. Micheal kept coming closer as you screamed through the tape on your mouth. Whatever plans he had in store, you were sure they won’t be empty of blood, and that knife was a witness for his never ending thirst

Hopelessness started creeping in, the realisation that the situation you found yourself in is inescapable started pouring down on your soul like cold water..

Micheal stood in front of you, inches away, the fire burning behind him made his form look large and looming compared to you. Death personified. He took one step closer, and went down on one knee to closer at you as your restraints make you vulnerable beneath him. His gaze under the mask make you feel ten times smaller, it was dangerous, malignant, yet curious, like he was looking at a shiny toy.

Michael’s right hand that was holding the knife moved and you jumped shutting your eyes close, bracing yourself for whatever’s to come, but it never did. Scratching sounds hit your ears and when you opens your eyes to look, he was carving something on the wooden floor.

When he was done, it was a singular crooked looking word that made your heart sink like it gained a thousand pounds over..

Mine

[latenightsundayblues]

Even more Gen Z Billy and Stu headcanons I have

-Billy’s fyp page consists of horror movie cosplay accounts or Leon Kennedy thirst edits

-Stu was the weird Naruto kid who ran through the hallways and in gym class in middle school yes you’re picturing it right now

-Billy definitely read and wrote creepypasta x reader fanfiction usually of him and slender man and if you try to mention it he’ll kill you

-Billy was one of those emo kids who tried way too hard to be Johnny C from JTHM in middle school and yes did try the exact same haircut in the comics and has since burned the evidence

-Stu definitely still writes Sonic fanfic and sends them to his friends. They ask why he’s so cringe

-Billy will sometimes send the gc shit like “he’s/she’s so me” and it’s a picture of Tomie or Michael Myers

-One time in middle school Billy and Stu dared Sidney, Tatum and Randy to go on Omegle together after 12:00 pm. They still haven’t forgiven them for the trauma that site caused

-imagine how fucking smug they would get seeing people roleplay as ghostface on their fyp tho. Them just sending each other links on discord of hot people using the mask lol

-do not remind me of that trend under any circumstances

-OH MY GOD NOT THE CREEPYPASTA FANFIC........ He'd be a jeff the killer girlie just sayin

-Wow, Johnny the Homicidal Maniac, I thought I'd never hear that name again. It's very on-brand for Billy. He'd definitely idolize the shit out of Johnny's violent tendencies and completely misunderstand the whole point of the story. The haircut though...........💀���

-they're all afraid of opening the archives he sends on the gc now because it's probably just sonic x shadow gay sex. Again.

-He sends stu high voice messages at night sniffling and crying about how heath ledger joker and ryan gosling as a whole are literally him

-no......not omegle...... The trauma from unwillingly witnessing some dude's cock in 144p with dark ominous lighting is real lmfao Tatum def gave Stu a beating for that