womensblood

[womensblood]

i’ve come undone

pairing: Michael Myers x Transmasc!AFAB!Reader (can be interpreted as trans man too. If you’d like me to make one where there are no genitals mentioned, than I’d be happy to make another. Or if you’d like me to specify a gender, just tell me so. I’m not good at writing cis people tho I’m sorry bros 😔. )

rating: m

TW! Internalized Transphobia

This story is continued from my other headcanon list so I’ll leave a link to that

this story includes : rough s3x, masochism, biting, s3x while st0ned, choking, age difference, semi-clothed s3x, reader is kind of mean but Michael likes it, power bottom!reader

Jesus, he’s been gone for a while. You think, drumming your fingers against the hardwood table and tapping your foot. For a ruthless serial killer, your roommate has been surprisingly pleasant to be around. I mean, sure, he never says a word to you, he apparently has no concept of personal space, he smells like rotting meat and death, you’ve caught him multiple times watching you sleep (and from the very recent revelation you’ve had, you don’t mind all that much) and he almost killed you that one time, but hey, he’s… not that bad.

You can’t help but wonder when he’ll be back. You stiffen as soon as you realize what you just thought about, and you groan into your hands, digging your palms into your eyes. “That’s fucked, man.” You hiss, pushing back against the table, your chair groans as its dragged on the ground.

You dig into your back pocket, pulling out your pre-rolled blunt and twirl it between your fingers, so it faces your lips. You’re not dealing with this right now. Not while sober at least.

As you make your way to the drawer by the sink and next to the dishwasher, you pull out the only lighter in the empty, rotting wooden drawer and kiss the very tip of it. You wipe your lips, just so there’s no leftover wetness on the base and pop it in your mouth, lighting the end.

You delight in the very familiar burn in the back of your throat, the taste is bitter and it makes your mouth water, but damn it feels good. You inhale deeply, through your nose and lips, trapping the smoke in your mouth and holding it.

You release the smoke with a laugh, feeling your face warm at how cheesy you felt.

“God that’s… cringe.” You mutter to yourself, huffing out a laugh as you plop down at the corner of the table, taking another long drag.

You’ve always been a lightweight. Not that you complained about it. Cause after your 3rd hit, you’re laughing at the thought of anything and everything that crosses your mind. You’re a giggling mess when you take your 5th hit, and you know you need to stop, because now, your blunt is almost halfway done, and you stub it out on the table, satisfied. “Hmm… mmm.” Your voice is shaky and pitched and you can’t help but giggle at how silly you sound.

“Whaddya wanna do?” You ask no one in particular, completely lying down with your back on the table and your legs kicking then air mindlessly. Your thoughts go back to him, and you stare up vacantly at the ceiling, feeling your body numb completely.

You wonder what he looks like under that mask. You’ve seen one photo of him, just when he was younger. And he was pretty. Cute, even. Not exactly your type but hey, he could still get it.

He’d look different older. Completely different. More tired. Worn out. Not as angry as when he was younger, but definitely more terrifying. You know he has scars, and you wonder if they’re also on his body. He wouldn’t be conventionally attractive, no, but you don’t care. You like his mask.

You wonder what he’d be like in bed. Aww… like you haven’t imagined already, a voice rasps in your ear, and you flinch away, gritting your teeth. He’d be rough. No kissing either. He’d just hold you down and fuck yer brain out, it sighs, almost dreamily, and you take a deep, shaky breath, closing your eyes. You know he definitely would. Even though you imagined it a couple of times, there’s no way in hell that he’d let you fuck him. You can already imagine it. You snort at the idea of him killing you over even asking to peg him. But then your mind wanders, and all of a sudden, your mind is elsewhere.

Him grabbing you, shoving you against the wall with his hands all over you, holding you completely still as he grunts and growls in your ear. He’d choke you until your fighting for air, clawing at him, and he’d let you breathe for just a moment, enough to get one good breath in before he’s fucking you mercilessly.

For a moment, your hand slowly starts to slide down your stomach to unbutton your pants, and you don’t even realize you’re doing it until you hear the sound of your zipper. In an instant, the fantasy is gone and you sit up, mouth agape. but the idea of getting caught is horrifying. Especially if it’s by him.

Cause knowing him, he wouldn’t do anything. He’d just look directly into your cooch and just leave, and you’d die of shame. You grit yourself teeth and shudder, slapping your hands across your face. “Damn.” You sigh, gritting your teeth and pushing yourself off the table. Fuckin’ asshole, you think, mostly directed at yourself, but apart of it’s directed at him too. Making me feel embarrassed about jerkin’ it. Fuck—

You almost scream at the sight of him, looming in the doorway, and you’re shocked you didn’t notice how hard he’s been breathing. Fuck! How much did he see? It’s the only thought that crosses your still very high mind, trying to form any coherent sentence that would make sense to him. “I-I wasn’t like—actually gonna touch—” You don’t even see it coming. Because one second, you’re petrified, awkwardly trying to explain that ‘you weren’t actually going to touch yourself, you were just itching down there. Cause, lice, you know?’ He shoves you against the table and presses his knife hard against your throat.

He looks like a fucking animal. He grips your jaw with one hand, and to your surprise, he practically rips your jeans off, and you hear one of your buttons break and clink! to the ground. It didn’t dawn on you yet, what he was going to do to you. You just thought he was going to kill you. But then, he rips your blue jeans right off your legs, leaving you in your striped boxers that were just a little too big for you. And then you get it.

“Oh! Oh.” You have an epiphany in that very moment, your eyes wide and your mouth falling open into an ‘o’. You didn’t know what to do. Then again, who fucking would? But still, you didn’t expect Michael Myers to be into you; a homeless stoner with a variety of mental issues—and who’s not a fucking chick. You didn’t even think Michael could fuck. Or even be turned on for that matter. But now he’s looming over you like a dark shadow, his eyes raking over your body and you hate that your face feels hot.

He goes to take off your shirt, but you grab his wrist, stopping him. “Bra stays on. ‘Kay?” You can see the confusion in his eyes, just for a moment, and it almost makes you snort just to see Michael Myers get confused. You take your shirt off before he can, and he stares at the the many black sports bras that flattens your chest just enough to look semi-flat, and attempts to tug on the strap, but it’s much too tight to fit his finger under.

It shouldn’t make you feel so gross. He’s not judging you. He’d be a hypocrite to do so. But you can’t help but feel like this, and you hate it. You don’t want to fucking ruin this. To ruin what’s going to happen. You don’t want to. You’re not going to.

But still. What you are is wrong. And everyone else thinks the same thing. You sigh and let your head fall against the table. And you can just feel his eyes on you, watching you, waiting for you to move. And you decide it’s better not to keep him waiting. You don’t want to.

With a sigh, you prop yourself back up with the help of your elbows, and then lean back against your hands, acting ass if nothing had happened. As if you hadn’t just almost pussied out of fucking Michael Myers.

“You gonna fuck me or what?” You cock your head at him, doing your best to put on a facade of complete control, that you’re not nervous in the slightest, that you haven’t been desperate for this to happen for months. You’re not going to let your stupid fucking insecurities ruin this.

He grips your hips, pulling you right on his clothed erection that is currently poking against your . It makes your body and face burn and you hate that you squirm against him, so eager, so desperate.

“Michael?” You sputter quietly, trying to remain tough, and he can see right through you. You love it and hate it. He unzips the front of his pants and of course he goes commando because now, he pulls his semi-hard dick out and you’re face is hot and you’re horrified and excited and you feel so much at once that it’s overwhelming. You feel him rip your boxers off, and thank god you stop him before he just shoves himself in there without thinking and you move away with a shriek.

“Michael! Dude! H-Hold on, J-Jesus!” You giggle nervously, almost breathless. “Christ, do you know how much it hurts to get something shoved up there semi-dry? Huh?”

You sit up, and lean towards him, and your heart is racing in your chest as you reach slowly for his wrist, pulling his hand close, letting it rest on your hip. You don’t break eye contact as you guide his hand right to your cunt, breaking into a triumphant grin just at seeing his eye twitch. “Okay. Good. N-Now I want you to do—” your cut off by inhaling sharply as his finger slides into you.

Even though you’re already wet, it still stings just a bit from how big his hands and fingers are. It’s not like you’re a virgin. You’ve done this plenty of time. But still, you haven’t had anyone as… big as Michael.

“K-Keep… uh… keep goin’. P-Put your thumb… huhh…” you guide his thumb directly to your clit, and he stumbles just a bit. But Michael’s always been a fast learner. Soon enough he’s got his own rhythm, and you find yourself grinding against his finger and thumb, gritting your teeth.

“Yeah… that’s it. Good boy.” And just like that, Michael hopes another finger in you, his pace increasing violently, hard, pounding into you as he holds you down with one hand on your shoulde, his own breathing getting heavier and heavier under his mask. Even while getting fucked mercilessly, you knew that good boy was a trigger word. In a good way. You save that in your mind for later, focusing on awkwardly grinding on his fingers, trying to keep your moans and grunts and groans to a minimum, but the whine you let out when he removes his fingers from you is embarrassing. And even more embarrassing is the noise your pussy make when he pulls them away.

He doesn’t waste time shoving his fingers covered in your juices in your mouth, and you respond by grabbing his wrist and sucking on his finger, and clearly, he doesn’t expect it. You remove yourself from his fingers with a pop and grin cruelly.

“So… do you like being called a good boy? Or—” his eyes darken and he slams you against the table so hard you swear you see stars, and you can feel your head ringing. “Fffuck man… t-that… damn.” You whimper, letting out a weak chuckle. Just as you’re about to make another quip, he pulls you in, and you can feel him pressing his throbbing dick right against your eager cunt and you try not to shiver excitedly.

“We doin’ this on the table?“ You frown at him, still clearly teasing. “Kinda sad… I wanna ride you, cowboy.” You chuckle at the fact that you’re still fucking high, but he shuts you up quick, shoving himself in and you grin and snarl and grit your teeth because fuck that hurts so good. “Fff—God! Damn—Haa! Shit, Michael. Fuck—you wanted me this bad?” You laugh and you swear you see him roll his eyes. But your teasing doesn’t last long as he shoves himself all the way in you, and his thumb finds your clit, and just like that you’re done.

“Fuck Michael!” You gasp, grabbing his sleeve on his arm that’s resting right above your hip. “You make me feel good. God!“ You groan and your hand slides down on his accidentally, but you can feel the scars and old burns and your hips buck involuntarily. Then, you get a marvelous idea.

“Jeezus… fuck. Michael, choke me.” You plead, and the way his eyes light up almost made you regret your decision. But pain is pleasure, and when he wraps his hand around your throat and squeezes, you almost cum right there.

He holds you still as he fucks into you, and the only thing you can hear is how heavy his breathing is getting under that mask, the sound of the table creaking and wood cracking from how hard he’s fucking you, and your body is in pain but you love it. You can hear yourself practically growling his name through gritted teeth, and his grip around your throat tightens, and his movement becomes frantic and animalistic, and you groan at your own climax, but it takes him a few extra seconds to finish, and even as he pulls out, his hand doesn’t leave your throat. You watch him finish on the ground and if you weren’t so sore you would have told him to clean that up.

The two of you sit in silence while you’re trying to control your breathing and the quiet groans that keep spilling past your lips. “You’re not bad for an old man.” You tease, groaning as you sit up. He looks at you, his eyes heavy and unamused, which makes you chuckle.

“Just so you know… I’m open to doing this anytime. So… uh. Prepare yourself for tomorrow old man. I’m not holding back.” He blinks, shaking his head once he knows you’re away, huffing out a dry laugh through his nose.

#michael myers x reader #michael myers #halloween #Slashers #slashers x reader #trans reader #old man myers #old man myers x reader #halloween 2021 #gilf myers #gilf michael myers

[womensblood]

Slashers react to their S/O sending nudes for the first time

(Gender is not specified, so have fun little babbies) (reader is most likely trans cause me is also trans/non-binary! I LOVE YOU MY LITTLE FELLOW TRANS PEOPEPELLLLEE)

Michael Myers

Fun fact: Michael is an old man.

He doesn’t get new fangled technology majiggies. He’s just a little creacher bro.

You guys aren’t exactly dating, but… you fuck a lot and you don’t get killed AND you live together, so that’s pretty cool.

You’re more like ‘friends’ with benefits.

He doesn’t even know what the concept of nudes are.

Like, he doesn’t even know nudity exists.

I am kidding, by the way.

You have never sent a nude image before, so this will be the first time. You take like, 50 thousand and pick out 4 of the best ones.

You know exactly the kind of shit that freak is into, and you revel in the fact you’re the only person in the world who knows what gets him off.

Blood on your skin, when you’re blazed out of your mind and right when you’re about to cum. He loves looking at how desperate you are. And more. But you can’t really do those things without touching him.

You remember that one time he had murdered a trespasser while the 2 of you were eating dinner, and some guy decided it’d be funny to come and vandalize the old Myers residence. Big fucking mistake on his part.

You 2 were in the kitchen, right by the backdoor, and Michael went to go take a piss and someone broke in and didn’t really know what to do when he saw you. He was actually really nice. Kind of. He was awkward, and in his early 20s, but he was gone so fast. Michael just slit his throat wide open, got blood on you and your Mac and Cheese. Not cool, Michael.

You got pissed at him for it too. Genuinely pissed. Because that was the only good food you had for the night. And you pushed him into the counter and screamed at him, face splattered with blood, and BOIOIOIOIOIOIOIOING! BONER ALERT! (that was vile, I know)

He grabs your hips and pushes into you, and at first, you’re against it, but when he gets rougher, you guys start fighting (and he’s more into than he likes to admit) and you guys have fight sex. It was…………… pretty cool.

So, you sent 4 pictures off yourself in various positions and at different levels of horneeness.

And Michael’s old ass gets a text from you, and it takes him like 40 fucking seconds to open his phone cause he doesn’t know how to do anything.

When he opens them he actually fucking dies.

Congratulations you just killed Michael Myers. You killed a defenseless old man you’re a monster

Just kidding. But his brain literally stops working. He just… stares.

He leaves you on read because he’s in shock but you don’t think anything of it.

Obviously, he’d never send one back.

But Michael gets distracted. Just a little. He doesn’t get distracted. Ever. Sure, he still kills good, he doesn’t even falter, but those images of you are still in the back of his mind. And he does not fucking like it.

It genuinely does piss him off that he got worked up enough to get distracted, by you, a human being, something he’s despised since he was a child.

As soon as he comes home, he quietly stalks up to your room, a little angry, a little horny too.

You’re on your bed, a can of Monster right next to you as you read some book, and you don’t even hear him. But you can feel something. But you just… can’t describe it.

Just as you were about to turn your head, Michael yanks you up by your arm and shoves you against the wall, and you delighted in seeing the rage in his eyes. A rage he only gets because of you.

Let’s just say that night was intense.

Baby Firefly

You and Baby have been together food a month now, and you decide to make the first ‘big’ move.

Without a doubt in my mind she would be the one to send nudes first. She’d probably send nudes within the first week within you guys dating but for plot you’re sending them first.

She‘s in the middle of torturing a victim, psychologically and physically.

And what better time to send nudes than when your girlfriend is in the middle of murdering peeps

You were definitely a little nervous, but you knew Baby, and you know Baby would be very thankful.

You took a picture in her room in a very provocative pose, showing all your goods.

You wanted to make them look perfect, just for her, and you even wore her cowboy hat in all 3 photos.

When you text her, she drops everything she’s doing because she’s a dork and she’s in love with you.

“Ooh! Ooh, Ooh, Ooh! [Y/N] texted meeee.”

She sits on her victims lap and wraps her arm around them, kicking her feet in the air mindlessly as she opens her phone, and surprise surprise, there you are in all your glory

She lets out a low whistle and bites her lip.

“Ain’t they beautiful?”

She definitely floats about you to all of her victims, and now that she has these wonderful pictures, she’s going to show all her victims pictures of you like a toddler,

“Hey thats my partner lol I’m dating them👁theyre so hot. say they are hot right now”

She sends a pic back with her tįtties out, but she’s killed her victim and she’s covered in their blood, with the caption,

“c u soon hotstuff;)”

You’re a little bit horrified at the thought of some random stranger seeing your body, but hey, tįtty pics are tįtty pics and you’re not complaining.

She tells you to send nudes all the time because she loves looking at your body, and to wear her hat more often. It looks good on you

When/If you send more, she’s showing everybody she knows.

And I HATE the fact it’s canon that they’re incestual so I’m removing that from canon cause I said so. But she does show all of her family members and who you find out you are horrified and make her swear to god she’ll never show her family again.

She does keep her promise, surprisingly

But you didn’t say anything about showing you off to her victims

Herbert West

He hasn’t come up from his lab in days. And you’ve been concerned.

And if you think nudes are going to get him to come up from his lab you’re crazier than him

But, hey, why not try

You go down to his lab every day to check on him, give him food and water cause he’s a gerbil and you need to feed him

I am so unfunny it’s painful.

He’d never admit it to you, but he appreciates it.

But, he rarely ever speaks to you when you come downstairs

Your conversations are short and curt and you very strongly dislike it.

You try to tell him you’re worried but he doesn’t care.

He says he’s ”too busy” to be cared about

He says he’s reaching a breakthrough, that he’s almost there and he can’t have distractions around

Which you find both flattering and offensive

But still, you bring him food and water because you know better and you want him to be okay

And you know he eats it because you come down and that shit is GONE

So, you go upstairs one night, and wait for him

And you’re as patient as you can be. But there’s a limit. but after waiting for 2 hours, he still hasn’t come to bed, and you decide to see if you can mess with him a bit

You send a couple of pictures in your underwear in the bed you share with him and you send them, and wait.

He doesn’t even open them.

But you wait for another 30 minutes until you get annoyed and decide to send full on nudes.

You decide to make them painfully explicit.

Touching yourself in most of them, getting yourself off and making it very obvious because you wasn’t him to know you’re desperate.

You send 3 of them, only saying, ‘get up here or else’

It doesn’t sound threatening at all, and you know it.

And after 5 minutes, he opens it and the image of him just scribbling his plans on a piece of paper and getting another text from you he’d roll his eyes and continue working

But, he’d open them eventually. And the way his face would drop has you snorting out loud

You remember the first time you came onto him. Since he wasn’t getting the hint, you had to take your clothes off and when he looked at you, his eye were practically bugging out off his skull

You wait for him though. Just for a couple minutes, until you’re fed up and you put on your shirt and head down to his lab.

Under! Desk! Blow! Job! I’m gonna write about that. Coming soon probably. I’m ALSO almost done with the Michael Myers porn so yeah<3

#halloween #slashers x reader #slashers #michael myers #old man myers #old man myers x reader #michael myers x reader #halloween 2021 #halloween 2018 #baby firefly x reader #baby firefly #house of 1000 corpses #herbert west #herbert west x reader #re animator

[womensblood]

Slasher(s) With A Stoner!S/O

(GN!Reader)

[] (brackets) means you can chooses whatever clothing items you’d like.

Some of these relationships are kinda unhealthy so be warned.

One more thing, reader does have depression/anxiety, brief description of panic/anxiety attack is described in Brahms’s part.

Brahms Heelshire

In the beginning of your relationship, like, before you knew he was a grown man living in his parents walls, he didn’t understand it.

Because when Brahms would get a nap time, or when you would put him to bed, immediately it’s fucking time for a smoke break, cause fuck taking care of a probably demonically possessed doll. That’s what you believed at the time.

You never smoked in the house, it made you feel too uncomfortable. You always felt like you were being watched, and you thought it was the spirit of the doll, and hey, you didn’t want to piss off an angry ghost child because… come on. That never ends well ever in any horror movie.

You would smoke outside or in the garden. But even then, Brahms could still watch you. And he didn’t know that you were smoking weed, obviously because he’s been hiding in then walls and doesn’t know what anything is bruh.

When you’d come in, he’d notice a difference.

You’d either eat and then go to bed, eat and write/read stories online or just flat out go to bed.

But, you personally liked to stay up and slowly drift to sleep while enjoying something you love.

He was confused by your behavior, he didn’t get why you acted so different. His dumb ass thought that cigarettes could get you drunk.

But after he revealed himself, one of the first things he asked was why you were smoking cigarettes, that it was ‘impolite’ and ‘rude’, that it was gross, me you were both annoyed and amused.

You tell him the truth. You tell him that they aren’t cigarettes, and that it’s weed, and it helps with your anxiety/depression. And that it also feels good. And it’s fun.

He didn’t understand, but he didn’t stop you, even though he would be very vocal about his opinion on smoking.

He wouldn’t smoke with you. And to be honest, you were kinda glad, because oh my god he would be the worst person in the world to smoke with. Like, honest to gods I would rather die than smoke with him and hang out while he’s high.

But he gets used to it. Plus, he likes it when you’re high sometimes, cause you laugh at literally almost everything he says and does and he feels so fucking funny. He’s like, “yeah, I’m basically Jesus now I’m the funnies guy on earth.”

He likes seeing you smile a lot too. And you’re limos start constantly smiling when you’re high, you’re always in a good mood.

He loves to cuddle with you while you’re high, cause you get extra affectionate while you’re high.

Ash Williams

Fucking dies and goes to heaven.

Your relationship started over a one-night stand. And when you got to his house and you saw his bong, you reached into your pocket an pulled out your weed and he felt like a princess who just saw her prince.

He. Literally fell in love.

You 2 smoke together all the time. All. The. Time.

At first, you guys became friends with benefits, and would smoke weed and play video games.

But soon enough, you guys actually started to develop feelings for one another.

Ash didn’t want to have feelings for you, but he stayed anyway. Plus, he loves smoking with you.

You 2 have so much chemistry when you’re high, your conversations are never dull and you always genuinely enjoy his company.

Your minds are both so equally stupid when you’re high that it’s insane. It’s dangerous. You need to be stopped for real.

You two can be sober around each other, and you are, but your favorite thing to do together is smoke.

In fact, that’s how you confessed your feelings for one another. You were the one to initiate it romantically, and he was sort of thankful for that.

He was hesitant at first, and you reassured him that if he wasn’t ready, you’d understand.

You guys made out after that and after a good a hour and a half, you guys were officially together. You spent the night in his house cuddled up next to him as his partner for the first time in your life.

Billy Lenz

He doesn’t really know much bout weed, until he meets you. And he doesn’t really care.

But, he does like that when you get high, you’re usually hornier, and that means weed is pretty cool in his book.

High sex™︎

But he also sees that when you’re upset or something like that, and you smoke, something changes in you.

And because of that, he does want to try smoking just because he sees the effect it has on you.

Don’t let that psychopath do anything bro

He will literally end. The earth.

His horniness level is through the roof. And weed can enhance horniness levels, imagine how fucking catastrophic it would be. You alone would cause the demise of earth.

But, Billy also has PTSD. You didn’t really know at first. You knew he would have freak outs, but you just chalked it up to him getting angry out of nowhere. But sometimes, he’s just have panic attacks, reliving something traumatic, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it.

He’d steal your weed without telling you and try to smoke it by himself.

You get home like, 30 minutes later to hearing Billy’s muffled screams in the attic and the sound of something to the ground and you just sigh.

You storm up to the attic just in time to watch Billy throw the sororities old coffee table into the wall, crushing it.

“Billy, what the fff-”

“… is that my weed?”

He doesn’t know how to pack a bowl. It was just a nug stuffed in the hole of your pipe, it wasn’t even grinded or picked apart at all and you laughed on accident and that made him angrier lolz

You showed him how to grind weed with your hands, and you picked it apart, explaining the best way to do so, and for once, he was quiet. He didn’t interrupt or try to annoy you, he just watched.

You even taught him the best way to smoke, but he got all bitchy and insisted he knew what to do and that he’d figure it out.

He ended up just copying you though.

You actually kind of like getting high with him, because it actually calms him down. But he’s also more horny than ever. Like, it’s… a problem.

And for some reason, he has even more stamina when he’s high, so s3x is even longer than usual.

But hey man, you’re not complaining.

#slashers x reader #slashers #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #black christmas #brahms heelshire #the boy 2016 #brahms heelsire x reader #brahms x reader #ash williams #ash williams x reader #evil dead

[womensblood]

Slashers react to their S/O getting so fucking mad you accidentally break the fan and it just straight up knocks you in the head and you pass out

(Also a lot of swearing. Like… a lot. And unhealthy relationships cause these are serial killers lmao)

(Mentioned that reader is trans)

Poly!Tiffany Valentine + Chucky

Tiffany is horrified.

One second, she’s cooking in the kitchen, ignoring the sound of you and Charles having a screaming match when all of a sudden she hears something shatter, a very brief silence then a loud crack and CRASH!

There’s silence again, only for a second before she hears Charles fucking losing his mind.

She knows that’s bad, so she rushes into the living room to yell at the both of you, and then she sees you face down on the ground with a fan on top of you and she literally screams in horror.

Chucky is shitting his pants, dude.

He’s losing it.

He’s holding his stomach and fucking cackling until he falls over on the couch while you’re on the ground, most likely knocked out.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

But Chucky just does not give a shit. He can’t take it, man. He can’t even answer so she goes to your aide.

You’re awoken to the sound of Chuky’s laughter and Tiffany shaking you up. At first, you’re confused, but you’re happy to see your girlfriend, and then you realize who’s laughing and you remember everything.

“Chucky, you fucking cocksuckin’ asshole! Piece of shit! Motherfucker, I’m gonna kill you!”

“I’m gonna kick your doll ass, motherfucker! I’ll fuck you up!”

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try bitch!” And then continues laughing.

Tiffany literally has to physically hold you back from beating that little shit up.

Later though, Tiffany gets on his ass because you actually got seriously hurt.

“Uhh, how’s that my problem?” She pushes him off the counter and he falls to his death.

Jk.

But, Chucky’s an asshole. So, he’s not gonna apologize. At first.

It’s when you start to genuinely pull away from him and barely ever acknowledge his existence that he gets annoyed because he knows he fucked up, and that means he has to apologize.

Even Tiff never holds grudges this long.

So, he relents, and he fucking hates having to apologize for something he considers so fucking stupid.

But he did apologize to you, just to make Tiff feel better, and so you’d stop being mad at him because he hates dealing with both of your ‘shit’.

You punch him in the shoulder and kiss his cheek, and tell him he’s an asshole. And he’s good with that.

Billy Loomis

He started to interrupt your studies, which was annoying, and kept doing so, even after you were telling him to fuck off.

Billy starts to get more intense with his fuckery, leaning over you while you work, talking about wanting to fuck you, but you’re not really in the mood, and you know he’s only trying to annoy you—and boy was it working.

“Dude, I’ve got fucking finals in 2 days. Fuck off. I need to study.”

“Studying is for losers tho.”

You tell him in every possible way to fuck off, but he just wouldn’t budge.

“You keep botherin’ me than… you’re transphobic.”

“Guess I’m transphobic now.”

“Bitch, I’ll fuck you up.”

You hate when he does that. Usually it annoys him and he relents and gets off your back, but damn he really wants to get a reaction out of you.

Then he said something that was just the last straw.

“Come on… throw me a bone. You’re overreacting.”

“Alright, that’s it! Get the fuck out, asshole!” You throw your book, trying to aim for his head, but instead you hit right above the light switch, and the book breaks into the wall, and your fan drops right on your head and knocks you unconscious.

At first, he fucking laughs. And then he sees you’re not moving and he’s like, “oh fuck”

He genuinely freaks the fuck out man, cause he feels bad. Just a little.

He moves the fans off of you first, and tries to wake you up by slapping your face, shaking you, but you just groaned and whimpered and he freaked out even more.

He actually was going to call 9-1-1 and turned around to grab his phone and started to dial it.

And then he gets hit hard in the back of his head and it hurts like a bitch.

“What the f—”

And there you are, grinning triumphantly and then flip him off before passing out again.

You woke up in the hospital with a mild concussion and an annoyed, but slightly worried boyfriend. “Oh, hey asshole.”

“Oh, fuck you, [Y/N].”

Kano (Mortal Kombat) [I KNOW HE’S NOT A SLASHER BUT HEY HE IS H O T]

An argument is started between the 2 of you. It always starts with an argument. And it’s over something so fucking stupid. But also valid.

You 2 are sitting on the couch together while he’s drinking and he has his arm wrapped around your shoulders as you browse through the T.V channels.

“Why don’t you give us a kiss, hmm?”

You grin at him and cock your head. “Aw… why don’t you—”

Then he burps in your fucking face and it reeks like hell—and you think you feel a burn?

He laughs so hard as you pull away and wipe your face on the couch cushions, and your genuinely terrified you have worms or some shit.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOUUU?!”

That only makes him laugh harder, because he never takes anything seriously, and that only makes you angrier.

So, you punch him right in the shoulder and he mockingly coos at you.

“Awww… did I make the baby cry?”

“You cocksucker! You know what? Fuck you! I’m gonna get a drink.”

“Awww, don’t be like that, love! Yer gettin’ emotional.”

With one last fuck you, you head into the kitchen and you were going to get yourself a beer, but being reminded of his nasty ass breath makes you put it down and wash your face.

“What a fucking asshole.” You hiss, and clean your face off with a towel.

He doesn’t take many things seriously, so why are you fucking surprised?

You scream and throw the beer bottle at the wall, just as your loving boyfriend strolls in.

“Aw, Jesus. You that upset that you’re ruining perfectly good—”

The wall and ceiling crack and then the fan falls and knocks you on the ground and he doesn’t even try to not laugh.

He does realize you’re knocked out too, which only makes him laugh harder.

But, he does care about you, believe it or not.

And after a. Few seconds, he removes the fan and helps you up, carrying you to your bedroom and sighs as he elevated your head and patches you up. He’s not worried, he knows you’re going to be okay. It wasn’t that bad.

You wake up to him cleaning your forehead wound and you glare at him.

“Still mad then?”

“Yes. Asshole. That fucking stank.”

He snorts, rolling his good eye. “Alright, ya prissy fuck. I’m sorry. Better?”

Even though his voice drips with sarcasm and mock sympathy, you know he’s being sincere. You can see it in the way he looks at you. He’s never been good at being genuine. Ever. So, you sigh and gently slap the side of his face a couple of times.

“That’ll do.”

Jennifer Check & Anita “Needy” Lesniki

It’s you and Needy home for now, Jennifer’s out… eating. Needy came home early, since she’s not as insatiable as your shared girlfriend.

You had been working out new traps for your girls to try out, and honestly, you’re pretty proud. The only reason you’re helping your girls is because you know these fucks deserve it.

They go after the worst of the worst. Pedophiles. Rapists. Child abusers. Scumbags.

But now, you’re taking a long awaited break and while you’re playing a video game, you hear a door open, and it’s your lovely girlfriend Anita.

“Hey, babe. Have fun?”

“Yep.”

Her mouth and shirt is covered in blood, but she’s always thorough when cleaning up the blood. She’s back in an instant, and she gives you a kiss, blood-free.

“What is this?”

“Mortal Kombat. Murder game.”

“Fun.”

She sees your starting to get tense, and that you’re grunting and yelling at the screen, so she goes into the kitchen to get you some muscle relaxers so you don’t blow a fuse.

Even from the kitchen, she can hear you scream, and all the expletives you yell at the screen.

She grabs some sprite and takes 4 Methocarbamol, then adds 2 extra when she hears you scream, “FUUUUUUUUUCK!”

She makes it back just in time to watch you throw the remote controller and then the fan crash down on you.

Unlike Jennifer, Needy doesn’t have a problem showing empathy, and screams when it falls on you. Now she’s definitely glad she brought those muscle relaxers, cause she knows that hurt.

Demon strength™︎

She fucking throws the fan across the room.

She makes sure you’re breathing first, check if you have any serious injuries. Thankfully, you don’t, and she picks you up and makes you comfortable and is trying not to freak out any more than she is.

Needy gets a text back from Jennifer,

She texts Jennifer next, saying that you got mad and broke something and the fan fell on you, then she went back to helping you. She cleans the nasty scar on your cheek and puts a bandaid on it for safe keeping. When you wake up, she immediately gives you the pills because damn you have a killer fucking headache.

“You need to go to anger management.”

“Pfft. No…”

“…..”

“Okay, yeah…”

lol

Needy just rolls her eyes and leaves her on read.

they okay tho?

Your muscle relaxers kick in and you pass out. Needy kisses your forehead, as soon as you’re asleep.

#slashers x reader #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #slashers #x reader #anita lesnicki #needy x jennifer x reader #needy x reader #jennifer check #jennifer check x reader #kano x reader #mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #trans!reader #trans reader

[womensblood]

Every black girl is so pretty

*reblog if you agree*

[womensblood]

Hey guuys take this quiz it is literally pretty good maybe yeah heeheheheheheeheheeheheheheahahahahaha

Hey I made a classic slasher blind date quiz and you should take it

#nightmare on elm street #friday the 13th #texas chainsaw massacre #i am insane #i go kookoo #ARGHGGGGGGAAAARRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #psycho #candyman #trans #people

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Y’all I’m so sorry for reblogging shit but I am having. An autistic melt down rn and I need to repost or I’ll explode! And don’t worry, my next post is coming soon>:)

Pride of Chucky <3

#chucky #charles lee ray #tiffany valentine #glen ray #glenda ray #bride of chucky #i am in love

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okay I’m going to cry dude when I saw that clip with Chucky talking to Jake about trans kids I cried SO FUCKING BAD GODDDAMNITITITT

CHUCKY (2021–) S01E08 | An Affair to Dismember

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AWOOOOOOOOOOGA *jaw drops tongue rolls out eyes pop out of skull throws up on the floor* HUMINA HUMINA ARRRROOOOOOOOOOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOWOOWOWOWOOOOOO *donkey noises* *BONER NOISE*

I’m so sorry for your loss.

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First Meetings/Relationship Headcanons!

GENDER NEUTRAL PRONOUNS! Reader IS trans (specifically transmasc, but can be interpreted as transman even tho there are no he pronouns), it’s not brought up much, but it is there. You may interpret your gender however you like.

S3XUAL CONTENT!!!!!!!!! AHEAD!!!!!!!!

High s3x!!!!!

TW FOR;

unhealthy relationships, tr4nsphobia (mentioned), implied/referenced pr0stituti0n

Imma be honest, this is a little teeny eensy bit self indulgent. Because you’re a stoner lol.

Old Man Myers

You’d have to be very special to capture Michael Myers’s attention and not be killed.

So. Guess what. Guess what. You. Are a stoner. Because I said so, and because it just makes things funnier.

But, upon meeting him for the first time, ya know… it’s Michael fucking Myers, so yeah, it’s a little scary.

You got kicked out of your house 4 years ago, right when you came out to your parents, and you’ve been staying at the old Myers residence for just as long. And no one ever goes near here because of the legends. It’s been practically untouched since… well… you know.

You have your own room, which is Laurie’s old room (not that you knew that), and you made it into your own the best you could.

Sometimes, before you eat, you like to smoke, just because it tastes better while high. You got a little extra cash too, so you were able to order a large pizza AND a drink.

Eating something nice is a rare treat, and when you get the chance, you take it. You had it sent to right across the street and requested Ellie, an old friend of yours who knows what situation you’re in, and brings pizza to the house in secret. She gave you an extra pizza too, which was also a large, and you almost cried.

You’re eating for about 3 minutes, practically fucking moaning while you’re eating cause it’s warm, fresh pizza and you haven’t had that in a long fucking time. You hear a floorboard creak, but you don’t think anything of it. The house is old and in Haddonsfield, for some reason, Halloween is the coldest holiday of the year, and the windiest. So, you don’t care.

You practically skip to the kitchen, and hum as you look for some cups, and wash it out in the sink. But when you turn back and you see Michael Myers standing right behind where you were just sitting you almost started crying literally.

But, while high, sometimes your brain doesn’t make the smartest decisions.

“Uh… hey… man.”

“…”

“…”

“You… want some pizza?”

Surprisingly enough, you don’t sound scared, nor did you look scared because again, you were kind of blazed out of your mind.

He doesn’t do anything. He just watches you.

“I mean, uh… if you’re real, you must have come from that… old hospital, right? So, you’ve gotta be at least a little bit hungry. Oh-oh! Are you thirsty?”

Honest to god he doesn’t really know what to do. He’s never had this kind of… reaction.

He was going to kill you definitely. But he wanted you to see his face before he did it.

But now, you’re fixing him a glass of Mountain Dew in a freshly washed cup and you stumble over to him, and fearlessly hand out the glass. He doesn’t take it. Obviously. He’s not going to take his mask off in front of you.

So you just… set it down. And stare at him.

“So…”

…..

……….

…………………….

…………………………………………………………

…

“Oh! Uhh, you want me to turn around? Cause—like, you, uh… you don’t like people seein’ your face, right?”

Took you long enough. But, still, he’s genuinely surprised you knew that. But he’s also like, dumbfounded by how stupid you are because you rush over to the kitchen with your back turned and cover your eyes with your hands.

If he wanted, he could walk up right behind you and slaughter you. And he should have.

But, instead, he quickly lifted up his mask just enough to where his mouth was shown and chugged that shit as if he hadn’t had water in years.

It was disgusting. But, it was satisfying. He ate a couple of slices, then stopped.

You didn’t look back once, and you still had your eyes covered and your back turned.

With that, he left the kitchen and went upstairs.

And you kind of forgot that he was here so you were just hunched over the counter with your eyes covered for like 10 minutes and then you remembered and turned around. He wasn’t there.

You closed your pizza box and went upstairs to go to your room, and you found him in it.

“Jeezus! Christ! What is wrong with you????”

A lot of people wouldn’t dare to speak to Michael Myers like that because he might kill them. And usually, he would have. But instead, he gave you a warning.

He slams you against the wall by your neck and holds you there, staring you directly in your eyes.

You could barely see into his mask, and the only light in this room came from the window, and the couple of candles you lit, and it was just enough to see those horrible, empty eyes staring you down.

You couldn’t scream. You could barely make any noise.

And he presses harder.

And harder.

You can’t breathe anymore.

You can’t see any emotion in his eyes and you know you’re going to die.

He squeezes your throat, and just like that, he drops you. You’re not dead. You didn’t die.

But the message was crystal clear.

You’re terrified. But, you still remember your manners.

“Sorry.”

He lives with you now. Even though you rarely see him. But when you do, surprisingly enough, you don’t really try to avoid him. Unless he’s in a bad mood, or, in the rare occasion (surprisingly) when he’s covered in blood. Then you go up to your room, and leave him be.

You leave out food for him and put his name on it, and also leave out a drink. Sometimes.

He does notice that you try to be respectful, and in his youth, he wouldn’t have cared. But as an older man who spent the entirety of his life in a psych ward with virtually no privacy, he appreciates it. Just a little.

The first time you wrote his name on a piece of paper in front of his food, he snorted. They used to do that at the hospital, but at least their handwriting was nice and even.

He doesn’t actively engage in “conversation” or even try to approach you, so you’d have to do that.

And you do. After a month of living together, you do.

Do you know how much it took you to convince yourself to do it? A lot. And you forced yourself to do it sober.

You find him on the couch, just staring at the empty fireplace and you managed to get your hands on Chinese food after persuading a manager from some dingy Chinese food place.

But hey, it actually tastes pretty good.

You stepped in front of him, and he looked up at you, and you couldn’t see his eyes.

“I got some Chinese… I have, uh… sweet and sour chicken with noodles, Mongolian beef and… xiao long bao?”

But then you remember he doesn’t like eating with his mask off in front of you, and now you feel stupid.

He takes the beef, and you hand him a fork, then sit down with your back facing him.

“Uh… I hope you don’t mind me sitting here.”

He doesn’t answer. As usual. And it’s just quiet.

“I don’t… I don’t like eating alone. And since we’re… like, roommates technically, I thought I’d eat with my roomie.”

And that was enough. He didn’t care. As long as you didn’t look.

And then it became some sort of ritual. You two eating together. You have your back turned and he eats.

You guys eat every couple of days. And Michael, he doesn’t eat much at all. But, he knows he has to eat.

After a few weeks, you don’t feel as uncomfortable as you used to.

In fact, you kind of enjoy his company.

And he doesn’t mind yours.

“Hey… you don’t have to but, uh… could I… sit next to you when we eat?”

You thought you’d push too far. And he just stares at you in silence, for a long time, and you feel… ashamed. Embarrassed.

“Sorry… uh—could I still sit, or do you want to eat alone?”

Again, he doesn’t answer, but, he also doesn’t move. So you sit down, and dig in. And when you hear him start to eat too, you’ve never been more relieved.

You guys don’t have many other interactions besides when you guys have dinner together. Sometimes you salute him in the hallway when you’re going to take a leak, or nod your head at him if you two are in the same place at the same time. He responds by acknowledging you. Just looking at you.

And after 3 months of living together, you find yourself watching him more. How dirty his jumpsuit is. With old bloodstains and dirt and god knows what else. His hands. All the scars and how rough his fingers are.

And then you realize what’s happening and

“Oh.”

No. No. No.

‘He’s a fucking serial killer’, ‘He’d kill you if he gets bored, you know that’, ‘He HAS tried to kill you! You psycho!’ Is what you told yourself in hopes of snapping out of it.

You didn’t. Sorry bro, you’re stuck with this.

And you just… suck it up. You’re like, ‘hey, I can deal with this. I’m gonna be fine. He’s just a friend, I think. And he’s an old man! I mean, it’s not like we’re gonna actually fuck lol

You don’t realize it yourself, but you’re different when you’re around him. And he notices.

He doesn’t put it together right away either. He just thinks you’re being weird or some shit. He’s used to you being weird by now.

But now, it’s getting annoying. He doesn’t know what’s up with you, and usually, he wouldn’t give a shit about anyone or anything, but he’s annoyed that he doesn’t know what’s wrong.

He starts watching you when you think you’re alone. Whenever you think he’s out killing or doing god knows what, sometimes, he watches you from a distance, or inside the walls.

He listens to you. And he watches you. And for some reason, he had no idea that you smoked weed. But when he did, he almost chuckled.

This man doesn’t care about invading someone else’s privacy. So, when you’re out or somewhere else in the house, he goes through your stuff.

And you have some notes in your journal.

Michael can’t read much, but he could make out his name. And a couple of other things. Then he got to ‘Jesus Christ I want to fuck Michael Myers’, and his mind is blown.

Just for a second. Then it hits him. You want to fuck him. A much younger and more attractive person wants to fuck him. Huh.

Michael Myers is old. And he’s got a lot of pent up sexual frustration.

The only action he ever got was when he was younger, and the young hibristophiliac nurses wanted him to fuck their brains out, which he did happily. He ended killing a few of them after he was done, but he let some live, just because he knew they’d come back.

But you… you’re unlike anyone he’s ever met. But, then again, he hasn’t met many people.

You’re attractive to him in an odd way. Not romantically. Not at all. But he does find you interesting. And somewhat amusing. Kind of annoying. But, you respect him. And it doesn’t take a genius to see that you genuinely enjoy being around him, and feel comfortable round him. And with anyone else, he wouldn’t have tolerated that for a second. He’d kill them. But he finds himself not wanting to kill you.

It gives him mixed emotions. He doesn’t care about you. Does he?

It doesn’t exactly make him sad at the thought of you dying, but he would be… disappointed. He might even find himself thinking about you.

He wouldn’t someone else kill you. Or anything else kill you for that matter. You were going to die by his hand when it was time.

He isn’t exactly subtle about wanting to fuck you. He’s a straightforwards man.

I’m actually going to make the s3x stuff into a story but I’m too lazy to change the info on top<3 my bad guys

#michael myers x reader #michael myers #old man myers #halloween #slashers x reader

[womensblood]

Who I Write For (UPDATE) + Rules

Slasher(s)

Michael Myers (2018/2021 version ONLY, and I usually write for him on my own but don’t worry cause I’m GOOD AT IT)

Jason Voorhees

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (but I only write him being poly with you and Tiff sorry bruddas😔)

Tiffany Valentine

Jennifer Check AND Anita “Needy” Lesniki (dude, they are in love so I can’t imagine them ever separating, so you guys are poly>:()

Nancy Downs (I know she’s technically not a slasher but idc)

Billy Lenz

Pinhead (+ Pinhead as a woman cause boobie)

Candyman (and Helen also when she’s a killer if you guys want *enter lip biting emoji*)

Hannibal Lecter

Herbert West

Art the Clown

Annie Wilkes

Jack Torrance

Wendy Torrance (I made an AU where she went insane instead and was an alcoholic and Jack was the better parent but she’s hot guys so it’s okay<3)

Baby Firefly

Captain Spaulding

Amanda Young

Kayako Saeki

Pyramid Head

Jessie “Chromeskull”

Doomhead

Stu Macher and Billy Loomis (they can be poly too if wanted)

Dead By Daylight

Danny/Jed “The Ghost Face” Olsen

The Oni

Sally “The Nurse” Smitherson

Legion (all except Susie)

Laurie Strode

Ash Williams

Amanda “The Pig” Young

Cheryl Mason

Pyramid Head

Anna “The Huntress”

Philip “The Wraith” Ojomo

Evan “The Trapper” MacMillian

Lisa “The Hag” Sherwood

Claudette Morel

Dwight Fairfield

Nea Karlsson

William “Bill” Overbeck

David King

Herman “The Doctor” Carter

Charlotte “The Twin” Dershayes (I am not writing for that stupid ugly ass baby do not request it I’m fucking begging)

Carmina “The Artist” Mora

The Executioner

Laurie Strode

Feng Min

Mikaela Reid

Caleb “The Deathslinger” Quinn

Adris “The Plague”

Leon S. Kennedy

Jill Valentine

Yun-Jin Lee

Jane Romera

Final Girls

Laurie Strode (both gilf and young version)

Ash Williams

Sidney Prescott

Ellen Ridley

Kirsty Cotton

Erin Harston

Nancy Thompson

Jamie Lloyd (ONLY PLATONICALLY)

Mortal Kombat

Mileena, my beloved

Literally every single woman in MK. All. Especially Mileena

Rule 1

I mostly write for trans readers/nb readers, so all of my content is trans and LGBT friendly. I generally use GN terms, but sometimes I specify. I will also use neopronouns if requested/if I feel like it! So don’t be afraid to ask<3

Rule 2

I’m not going to be unrealistic in my writings. Most of the people I prefer/will be writing for, are slashers. In some of these relationships, it’s not always going to be rainbows and sunshine. In fact, in a lot of these relationships, it won’t be the healthiest. Off you think Michael Myers would genuinely comfort you, you, my friend, are delusional. No offense. Along with many others.

Rule 3

No p3dophilia. I can write about dark topics but… I’m not going to glorify it. I often write about very dark subjects, so if I go into detail about that, I will give a warning. I’m not a monster.

Rule 4

You are not going to “change” or “heal” these people. With some (if not most/all), if you tried, you’d end up dead or worse. These are sick and demented villains who crave violence. We accept our lovely psychopaths as they are<3

#slashers x reader #slashers x you #slashers #trans friendly #trans reader #mortal kombat #dead by daylight #dbd #dead by daylight x reader #masterlist #headcanon #deltarune

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This is gonna be my first actual post cause I’m. A loser.

Slasher(s) Having A Stoner! S/O

Michael “Old Man” Myers (2021 version)

Not the first time he’s dealt with stoners, and clearly, it isn’t the last.

He’s not admitting it to your face EVER but sometimes… you’re funny.

He found himself huffing out a laugh through his nose and he was gonna kill you legit because he thought you heard him. You didn’t.

He tried weed once, and that was it. He doesn’t even remember what it felt like, and he doesn’t really care for drugs.

He would never smoke weed WITH you, but, maybe, and that’s a big fucking maybe, he’d do it on his own time while you’re away. He wouldn’t want you seeing his face while he smokes.

If he does get high, he’d be virtually the same, but he’d be a little more… relaxed. But he’s still constantly alert and paranoid cause it be like that sometimes.

His personality doesn’t really change, at all, and he doesn’t let himself get too high. But the smell lingers on him (if he does do it) and you can smell it fucking RADIATING OFF OF HIM but you know how he is so you don’t say anything.

Stu Macher

Would genuinely be hurt if you smoked without telling him. Like, bro?????

“I’m not some fucking narc, [Y/N], god” >:(

Stoner buddies. Tee-hee.

He’s actually really fun to be around when he’s high. Sometimes he’s a little annoying, but you don’t care cause he’s your boyfriend and you’re also high, so you’re also annoying by default lol

He’s always cracking jokes, and sometimes you have to try not to laugh because he says something REALLY fucked up about his victims and you just. Can’t.

Billy has more than once found you guys smoking or stoned out of your minds, and usually he’s mad that you guys don’t invite him. But other times he’s like ‘you have to stop fucking getting high before we go to kill people’

Stu is much more affectionate when high, and sometimes he doesn’t realize it, so he just.., like is all over the place all the time. He doesn’t even realize it most of the time, but he’s always hugging or got his arm wrapped around you or he’s really close to you in general

He gets embarrassed AND defensive if you point it out and gaslights you lmaoakamaoama

Asa Emory

Judgmental ass bitch

He doesn’t hate you or want to kill you, but he does think you’re ‘better than that’.

He makes you feel bad about it. Like you’re some junkie who can’t control themself and it honestly fucking hurts. You get actually upset at him.

He doesn’t get why you’re upset, and he doesn’t want to apologize.

But you don’t ONLY use weed just because you like smoking it, it’s because it helps with a variety of your issues, mentally and/or physically. But you’re too stubborn to tell him that. You’re mad at him. But when you’re able to gain a little bit of control over yourself, you tell him.

He’s a bit more understanding, but Asa has that mindset of ‘all drugs are evil and addicting and weed is like heroin so basically’—

But when you sit him down and explain what weed is and what it does, he is like ‘oh.’

But he doesn’t like admitting he’s wrong, so he just doesn’t comment on it. He doesn’t bother you about it, unless you’re smoking in the house.

Jennifer Check & Anita “Needy” Lesniki

Are you kidding? Do you know how fucking excited Jennifer is?

Needy’s a little horrified, she’s worried you’re going to get caught and go to jail and Jennifer’s like, ‘no they’re fucking not Needs, you need to lighten up’

Jennifer smokes with you sometimes, but Needy is much more hesitant. But you don’t push her because you know how she is.

Jennifer on the other hand is a cunt. She tried to get her to smoke, and you get annoyed and tell her Needy’s not ready, and she just has to respect that. But, Jennifer is a big fucking bitch, and doesn’t care.

Listen, you love BOTH of your girlfriends, but damn Jennifer can be an asshole.

Luckily though, ever since Needy was bitten and all 3 of you left Devils Kettle, Anita grew a spine. She doesn’t fold under pressure easily anymore, and she stands her ground. And when all 3 of you smoke together, it’s actually pretty nice.

Jennifer’s sex drive is through the roof so y’all are almost always bangin’ when you’re high. Not that you’re complaining at all.

Needy’s a cute little dork when she’s high, and you and Jennifer love it. Jen’s a little more ruthless with her teasing, but you know how soft she is for her. And how soft she is for you. And Needy knows it too, so she doesn’t really mind.

Needy loves touching your/Jennifer’s hair for some reason when she’s high, she’s awkward, but she is more affectionate, and it’s cute.

#stu macher #stu macher x reader #stu macher x you #stu matcher #stu matcher x reader #old man myers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #slashers x reader #asa emory #asa emory x reader #asa emory x you #jennifer check x reader #needy x jennifer #needy x jennifer x reader #needy x reader #nonbinary reader

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