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riotlain · 1 year

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Slashers' Werewolf S/o

school is crazy

BACK TO MY LONG POSTS

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI

Poly Ghostface

Along with the various Ghostface killings theres been another bit of murder

"Animal attacks" the news said

You just avoided the news because of it before yall dated

After a while of dating you told them about the whole werewolf situation

They didnt believe til they saw it

You were quite docile with them

They gave you the nickname, Wolfy

Mainly Stu uses it but yknow Billy does too sometimes to tease you

Youre surprisingly docile while in wolf form

Well around them atleast

You mainly just follow them around which leads to you being apart of the whole Ghostface thing

Billy hates the fur so much. Stu doesnt mind it though

Yes theres dog toys in Stu's house for you

It surprisingly works

Stu's parents aint home often but whenever they are and you're transformed they hide you in his closet or bathroom

Billy gives good massages if you complain enough about the after pain of shifting and all that

Michael Myers

Yall were in the penitentiary for... different reasons

You both escaped at different times and eventually you ended up a tattered mess infront of Michael's lil house place

He wouldve killed you if he didnt see you turn from a werewolf thing to a human

Hey he recognized you! You were that patient who escaped a bit after him!!

Michael doesnt know how to feel about the werewolf thing

Yea youre enjoyable when youre a human but as a dog thing?? He usually jusy puts you outside

One of these times though you got hurt and he stopped doing it💀

Carries you around in both forms. Very strong man

Hates the fur hates the fur

*sprays water at you to get off the couch*

Jason Voorhees

Jason was never allowed any pets as a kid

Not saying your his pet but in your wolf form he treats you just like a dog

Yall definitely wrestle. HES A STRONG LAD HE CAN TAKE IT

He wont make you hunt trespassers or anything if you dont want to (Depending on how well you can control yourself when turned💀)

Gives the best massages when youre sore from shifting hes so gentle with it🫶🫶

Will hold you like a baby

You hurt him on accident once and never lived it down😭😭

Your fur feels nice to him

Will steal a brush from a trespasser to brush you out

Will lose his shit if you accidentally walk into a trap

Vincent Sinclair

Youre used to waking up in random places. Ambrose was the place this time

Vincent saw you turn from wolf to human and wanted to keep you around

HE THINKS ITS SO COOL OK

He wants you to be a model for him but thats near impossible bc you never sit still

Please dont eat the wax statues😭

You arent allowed in his work room when transformed. Youre usually outside tho when you are so it dont matter too much

So you hang around Lester and Josie on those nights

Or he calms you down to where you sleep

Likes laying on your fur

Hates the slobber hates the slobber

Has many drawings of you🫶

Bo Sinclair

Acts like he hates that you transform

But he loves it and gives you so much affection in wolf form (you remember it all but dont tell him)

He hates the fur as well

"QUIT CHEWIN' ON MY HAT Y/N!"

Theres a dog bed in his garage

Like yea you always curl up next to him but still its there for you

Would prefer if you hunted some runaway victims but yknow you dont gotta

Will fold if you did puppy eyes at him

Lester Sinclair

Loves you so much

You're Jonsie's bestie

Mainly feeds you roadkill to keep you away from eating the wax statues😭

talks about you so much to his brothers

Youre great for collecting roadkill but you scare the travelers alot

Treats you like a big dog but knows your boundaries

Def gave you the nickname Puppy

Learned how to make tea to soothe you after you turn back

Bubba Sawyer

YOURE A WHAT??? HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN TEXAS

You woke up in a basement with blood in and around your mouth and a large man infront of you in an apron or something in fear

Bubba (and nubbins) had to convince Hoyt to keep you

Loves your abilities so much

Nubbins or Choptop usually try to rough house with you

You shed so much especially since its FUCKING TEXAS

Hoyt literally hates it so much

"GODDAMNIT THERES FUR ON MY SHIRT!!"

Gnaw on the bones of victims why dont you

Hoyt calls you mutt sorry😭

Bubba loves your fur

Just loves to ruffle it

Thinks your sharp teeth are really cool

Does not know what to do when youre in pain or sore from shifting back

Thinks your dying ngl and panics so much

He eventually understands youre sore and tried to give you massages

Thomas Hewitt

Near same thing to Bubba. HOW THE HELL DID YOU END UP IN TEXAS

Never allowed pets as a kid so when you just lay on his lap as a wolf he loves it so much

Doesnt mind the fur too much

Just tries to keep it away from the food

Monty has locked you outside in your wolf form multiple times and Tommy boy literally loses his shit

Monty is a hater

Luda may loves you though

Finds petting you therapeutic

Doesnt mind the slobber or anything

Gives you limbs of victims sometimes to gnaw on

Billy Lenz

Been literally stalking in your house for a while so he knows

His calls have more dog jokes in them calling you Puppy/doggy instead of piggy

Has barked at you

You kinda knew he was up there after the second time you shifted and heard him being... well him

You intimidate him so much hes so inlove with you

Smells your fur like alot

Theres saliva in your fur and a good amount is from him💀💀

You bit him once so he bit you back

Grabs your tail and ears alot to be annoying

Brahms Heelshire

Was also never allowed pets as a kid

Is scared at first. He knows werewolves as scary monsters that eat people! You wouldnt eat him right??

Eventually gets used to it

Cuddles his head against your chest

Your fur feels so nice to him

Ngl he just treats you like a dog?? Like how he treats the rats ngl

He'll give you food and then gently pat your head

Jesse Cromeans/Chromeskull

Jesse didnt believe in that stuff until you

Dont lick him on the head omfg💀💀

You shifted at work once and it scared everyone

Bro was just like "Aww my boyfriend🥰🥰"

Will trim your nails. Even if youre trying to go against it hes going to trim them

Enjoys brushing your fur

Preston hates how you always end up growling at him when hes around

It makes him look bad infront of his boss😭😭 (good)

Thinks youre an angel compared to him. Youre literally throwing bodies around and mauling them?? Nuh uh

You cant get him with puppy eyes no you cant (Yea... you kinda can)

Also sprays water at you sometimes

You have your own collar

Asa Emory/The Collector

Youre basically his pet so like yea you have a collar

Spooked him when you first turned like what?? people dont usually do that???

Hates the dog hair so much like omfg

Youre a guard dog now

Your job is to chase down any victim on full moons

Studies you

Watches you transform and takes notes

Has a notebook just about you

Asks you alot of questions before and after shifting

After his lil studies he will give you massages and somewhat pamper you ig

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l1tw1ck · 1 year

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hello i had a funky thought and thus

may i ask for shorts with some slashers of your choice and how they would react to reader who is absolutely obsessed with fucking them dumb when they come home after they kill someone? covered in blood and all? 👀

(you and ⛩️ anon are slowly corrupting me and i don't enjoy it)

Sexy & Bloody

Michael Myers, Stu Macher, Jason Voorhees x Top Masc Reader

hehe~~

CW: Blood, Creampie

Michael Myers

Michael came home with his clothes covered in blood and was beyond surprised when he saw you sporting a boner at the sight. You're turned on from seeing him all bloody? Just hearing that makes him excited

He gets bent over within seconds, knowing he'll be getting his tight ass abused by your cock for hours upon hours. He's not opposed to it of course, the idea of it makes him extremely aroused. You cut a hole in his jumpsuit, wanting to fuck him in the outfit he murdered people with. It's not like he doesn't have a closet full of them anyway.

You fuck him viciously against a desk, shaking the table and dropping various items onto the ground. You tell him how good he's making you feel and how sexy he looks right now, bringing him close to coming. Drool's spilling out of his mask as you fuck him stupid, he's out it, just mindless and drowning in pleasure. Being the sensitive guy he is, it didn't take long for him to end up coming in his underwear. He moans like a dumb slut, unable to think of anything but you and your cock.

Stu Macher

ftm stu

He wasn't shocked at all, only turned on and eager to have you inside him. You always fuck him like a feral animal once he comes back from killing, something that makes him all the more exhilarated and better at killing, knowing you'll back at his house waiting for him.

He's sopping wet and full of cum as you thrust in and out of him, crying out like a dirty whore. "More! More!" He moans, rolling his eyes back as you hit him deeper than normal. He doesn't know how you can come so many times and still keep going, it's like you're a machine and his bloodiness is your fuel. He tries to form words, to tell you how good he feels but nothing comprehensible comes out, just mere babbles from a dumb whore.

You constantly let him know how sexy he looks covered in blood and your cum, always causing him to squeeze your length tightly. This time causing him to have a powerful orgasm, and pulling you into one as well. You unload your cum inside him for the nth time, his hole milking you dry.

Jason Voorhees

"You look so hot right now" You told him, eyes wandering along his bloody body. He felt his heart beat faster at that and the sight of your boner, he squeezed his legs together and let out a soft whine, letting you know he wants it too

"Such a good boy." You praise, slamming into him with unnatural vigor. He's lying on the bed, burying himself into your pillow as you brutally fuck into him. The sheets are dirty from the blood on his clothes but neither of you care, you're more focused on how hot he looks and he's focused on how good he feels.

He grips the sheets tightly, likely going to rip them by the end of this. His moans are muffled by the pillow and he obviously doesn't speak but you can tell he loves this by the way his walls flutter around your cock and how he's come so many times that a spot in the bed is drenched in it. You thrust one last time, burying your cock deep in his hole as you come. Just the feeling of it causes him to come as well, ruining the sheets and likely the matter too.

#wicks🕯shorts #male reader #top male reader #slasher smut #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #michael myers x reader #michael myers x male reader #michael myers smut #stu macher x reader #stu macher smut #stu macher x male reader #ghostface smut #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees x male reader #jason voorhees smut

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Kinktober day 17

Jason voorhees + dry humping

Im gonna try and catch up on kinktober, can’t promise they’ll all be done in October, but I will finish this list at some point. No beta read, we die like Jason’s victims.

Kinktober list

The underbrush crunched under your boot as you ran through the forest, your heavy boots doing nothing to silence the sound of your feet as they stomped through the leaves and plant life. Behind you, you could hear the sound of a person hot on your tail, their steps louder than your own and if you listened closely, you could hear them panting.

Had it been anyone else you would have started truly running for your life, but as you knew it was only Jason, you kept it at a manageable pace, knowing he wouldn’t truly kill or hurt you. This had all been Jason’s idea, after you got together, he seemed to finally discover his libido and how he always got excited when hunting other people. He really wanted to hunt you through the woods like you were one of his victims, though without all the traps. Just him and his machete.

Of course, he hadn’t outright asked you immediately when he got the idea. He actually avoided it as much as possible, to the point where he would avoid you after hunting whoever his last victim was because he didn’t want you to see his half hard erection, or notice how he was panting a little deeper than normal.

But one day you noticed, it was late at night and Jason must have assumed you had gone to sleep when he returned to your shared cabin. He was cleaning off his machete when you came up behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist, the large man almost flipping around and chopping your head off in surprise. When he realized it was you though, he shrunk in on himself somewhat, especially when you started running your hands up and down his thighs. That was when you realized he was hard, and after some prodding got it out of him what had caused it.

So here you were, running through the woods in some heavy boots, baggy denim pants, some t-shirt you didn’t care for and one of the jackets Jason had brought back from one of his victims. When you felt Jason near you and the tips of his fingers brush against your back you sped up, a breathless laugh escaping you as you left him in the dust. You knew from how Jason started storming after you that it had served its purpose and made him even more excited.

When you neared a large boulder, you tried to turn and go in another direction, but the strong powerful hands of your boyfriend grabbed onto your jacket and wrenched you back. You let out a yell of fake fear as he grabbed you, looking over your shoulder and trying to appear truly terrified as you struggled out of your jacket, stumbling over your feet as you slipped free and left the fabric in Jason’s iron grip.

You also used this time to look at Jason and smirked internally at his appearance. To everyone else he would look the same, but you could tell he was really affected by this. What skin was visible was shiny with sweat and his chest and shoulders rose and lowered as he panted, his breath creating small clouds in the cold night air.

Turning to continue to run, you only got maybe 20 meters before your foot was caught in a root that was sticking up, sending you crashing to the ground. You flipped around to see Jason standing right over you, machete gripped tightly in his fist as he seemed to step out of the mindset of a killer and tilt his head, asking in his own way if you were okay. Giving a small nod of reassurance that yes you were fine, you kept up your role of victim and tried to crawl backwards when your foot was free.

Your upper back hit the trunk of a tree and you were stuck, gulping the spit that gathered in your mouth as Jason slowly walked towards you, his slow sure gait sending a shiver of excitement up your spin. A gasp left you as Jason picked you up by the shirt and slammed you back into the tree, crowding around you and forcing his way between your legs causing you to hook them around his hips.

Jason stabbed the machete into trunk of the tree and pushed himself closer to you, his panting audible through the hockey mask as he stared down at you. You moaned as his hips met yours, your lengths rubbing against one another, the shaky groan leaving Jason telling you he was just as affected. The role of victim and killer seemed to have been thrown into the wind as Jason stared grinding his hips into yours, his head falling onto your shoulders as he panted and groaned.

You threw your arms around his neck and pulled him closer, trying to grind back against his movements. He grabbed your hips in his strong hands and held you in place, his movements going from grinding to rough humping, the denim of your pants digging roughly against your crotch and making you whimper. You cursed to yourself as he pressed you further into the tree, his powerful hips humping against yours with what appeared to be no difficulty or strain.

You could feel how hard he was through his pants as his large length humped against your own, the noises he released sounding almost animalistic as he panted and growled, spit dripping from behind his mask and onto your shoulder as his hands dug bruises into your hips. You could tell he was about to cum as his movements grew more jagged and rough, the noise that leaves him sounding like a wounded animal as you feel warmth spread over the front of his pants and seeping into your own. He keeps moving his hips, humping into your own until you cum, your head smacking into the tree behind you as you throw your head back at the orgasm, the feeling ripping through you all the way down to your toes that curl in your boots.

The two of you stand there pressed up one another and panting, trying to catch your breaths as Jason’s hips move in small twitchy moves, overstimulation making you both sensitive to the smallest movement. Leaning down you press a kiss to whatever part of his head you can reach and rest against him, trying to calm down your heartbeat. When Jason seems to have caught his breath he took a step back, still holding you against him as he starts making his way back to your cabin, his walk slightly awkward as he wasn’t used to walking around after doing something like this.

#male reader #slasher #jason voorhees #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees headcanon #jason voorhees x male reader #jason voorhees x reader

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0bloodhorn0 · 1 year

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#slashers #jason voorhees x male reader #jason voorhees #friday the thirteenth #deadpool #marvel #memes #funny #marvel memes #lgbtq #slashers meme #character ai

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sykosomatic · 10 months

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If your still taking requests could i request a male reader making crocheted animals for Jason Voorhees

omg 😳 this is so sweet, of course!! <3 i hope you like it!!!

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it had been a long time since the summer camp had been abandoned, chalked up as a loss and written off as just some whispered-about scary place that no one went to.

but you, you loved going there.

you could always find him there; jason voorhees, local scary-man and forest wanderer. and he, though he’d never say it, would look forward to the interesting little guy bobbing into the camp with knickknacks and treats aplenty, generous with your offerings and never forcing him to even say anything. his mother would warn against it in his mind, but her voice had gotten quieter these days.

today was special, though, because you’d been practicing a special type of knickknack. you’d made dozens of them by now, practicing until you had made them look as perfect as you wanted them to be for your new friend. you had bears, cats, rats, an elephant, a dog, you name it! all crocheted with love and care in every inch.

it took you a little while to find him this time, but you did. down by the lake, silent as ever, staring off into the distance over the water. you crept up on him with your bag of animals, digging out the perfect one for the scenery. a little goldfish. you whistled softly, a little call you’d established with him a few visits back, so he wouldn’t be startled. he turned to look at you and you tossed the fish to him. he didn’t quite catch it, looking down at the ground where it had fallen. for a moment you thought he hated it; he didn’t react at all. but then you caught your breath as you saw him lean down and pick it up. he brought it up to his face and scrutinized it, curious.

“it’s a goldfish. do you like it?” you asked, hopeful. he looked at you, a moment passing. and then he nodded, almost imperceptibly. you grinned from ear to ear, digging into your backpack for another. “here’s a bunny!” you said excitedly; this one had turned out really well. it was a baby blue color with bright eyes and long floppy ears. he reached out to take it from you, holding it in a giant hand. he looked back up, nodding at your backpack, knowing what was in there. you chuckled. “here, let me show you the rest!” you suggested. after looking through them and letting him pick his favorites, you sat there with him at the edge of the lake, content. “if you want, i can teach you to make some?” you offered softly into the calm air.

you watched him wave a dismissive hand, shaking his head, as if to say he’d just leave the handiwork to you. you chuckled, watching as he held the goldfish in his large hand, the sunset gleaming on the horizon.

#slashers #writing #male reader #drabble #jason voorhees #jason voorhes x reader #jason voorhees x male reader #sfw #asks #requests

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weird-brain666 · 3 months

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Hi! This is my rules for my request. My first language is not english, sorry for the mistakes.

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What I will write

X male reader/ X gender neutral reader

Trans reader

Fluff

NSFW [only for male character]

SFW alphabet

NSFW alphabet [only for male character]

platonic relationship

Comfort oneshot/senario/HC

K!nky things

What I will not write

Ped0ph!li@

child character x reader non-platonic relationship

female character NSFW

k!nk that make me uncomfortable [p!ss k!nk, p0op k!nk, v0re, food and more]

Trans front h0le p3n3tr@t!on

non-con

@bu$e [it okay if it "character comfort reader" type of senario]

Specific reader [I want my content to be relatable for everyone]

specific skin color reader [again I want my content to be relatable for everyone and im withe so I dont know the everyday life of POC pepole or thier tradition so I will always stay vague on the readers race]

Angst

Female/fem reader

Who I will write for

CREEPYPASTA

Jeff the killer

Eyeless jack

Laughing jack

Jason the toymaker

Nina the killer

Jane the killer

Homicidal liu

Ticcy toby

BEN drowned [he is a child character]

Sally [she is a child character]

[You can ask other creepypastas and i will tell you if i know them enough to feel comfortable writing them.]

SLASHER

Michael Myers [OP or RZ version, specify please]

Bubba Swayer

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger [OP version]

Otis Driftwood

Hannibal Lecter [OP version]

Asa Emory / the collecter

Jesse Cromeans / chromeskull

[You can ask for others I will tell you if im comfortable writing for them]

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slasherberry-shortcake · 1 year

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●∘◦❀◦∘●How To Escape A Killer (Jason Voorhees x Male! Reader●∘◦❀◦∘●

Hello everyone! Here's my new fic, feat. Jason! The reader is intended to be male but has no pronouns so it can be read as gender-neutral.

This will be a shorter fic, I hope you enjoy! 2nd person point of view

FEM DNI PLEASE

CW: Blood and gore mentions

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

It was an early summer morning, slight rain pouring through the cool, frosted air. Wind blew through the tall trees, causing the branches of the evergreens to sway and bend. It was beautiful in the morning, you had seen days like this but every time you saw it again, it felt new. You were a new counselor at the camp, but you had lived around the area for a while before taking this job. You wanted to inspire the kids to enjoy the outdoors like you had when you were younger, and you felt like this was one of the best ways to do it. Before applying you researched the history of the camp, the history of the land, and what it truly meant to be a counselor. You felt educated enough for the position (not that there was truly much competition against you or anything) and you knew that this would be the best job for you.

It was your first day as a counselor when the rain hit, and that made you more upset than you thought it would. You loved the rain, obviously, but not when that meant that those kids who you wanted to teach about the outer world were forced to sit inside and make crafts. It was ironic to you, that the world felt like you deserved to be tried like this. You knew it wasn't a big deal, but it still was a hole in your dam.

You stared wistfully out of the clear window, the rain pouring onto the previously dry dirt, creating a thick muck outside on the the campgrounds. Internally, you groaned, knowing that this meant you would have to clean the cabin floors later. You didn’t mind good old labor, but you definitely didn’t prefer it. You glanced towards the kids making crafts, seeing a few of the sketching out whatever they wanted to draw. You looked around, trying to locate any of your co-counselors, sighing as you heard them giggle from the other room. Of course, day 1, inside and stuck with all the kids alone. “This will get better,” you whispered to yourself as a boy began to cry after spilling his paint water, “this will get better.”

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

After cleaning up the mess in the craft room and watching a long movie with the kids, it was their curfew. You watched as another counselor took the kids through the rain, heading towards the campers’ cabins. You finally got to go back to your cabin, take a shower, and just relax.

You got your coat and umbrella, wishing a goodnight to the kitchen staff as you left, your shoes slopping through the thick mud. Each step made a high squelch, your nose wrinkling in disgust at the vile sounds. You finally made it to the cabin, leaving your shoes on the side of the doorstep. You walked in, hearing immediate giggles and laughter from the other counselors. The counselors were supposed to be separated by sex, but naturally, what teenagers would listen to that? You grabbed your pajamas and headed to the shower, hoping to wash the pit out of your stomach.

You changed after your long, steam filled shower, opening the bathroom door. You heard obscene noises from the beds in the other side of the room, causing you to gag and make a beeline for your mattress. You collapsed against the firm bed, bonking your head against the wall as you did. You were relieved that no one decided to take your bed over, drifting to sleep as you gloated mentally about your victory.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ

A loud shatter jolted you awake, your bleary eyes shooting open. You heard a loud shriek, followed by a thud. You climbed out of bed, metal flashlight in hand as you went to inspect the source of the noise. The room was dark and you were afraid to turn on the flashlight, your main focus being to use it as a weapon. As you navigated forward, you felt your foot sink into a wet and squishy pile, shuddering at the feeling. ‘Someone probably tracked mud in,’ you thought to yourself, continuing forward. That shatter could have been anything, you thought it was probably just some of the counselors being too rough with their games or play-fighting. Yet as you approached the source of the sound, your stomach dropped. The window had been destroyed, pale moonlight shining upon a pile of mutilated corpses that you had recognized as your coworkers. Your breath hitched, eyes open wide as you gazed at the massacre in front of you. What happened?

You glanced down, seeing your foot covered in not mud, but thick red goop. You gagged and fell to the floor, the overwhelming stench of copper hitting your nose. You choked on the thick air, tears spilling from your eyes. You wondered who did this, how this happened, and if the kids were okay. You whipped around, flashlight facing towards the door. You lunged for the door, hand on the doorknob as you tried to escape the murder scene.

You almost pulled the door open as you felt a rough grip clench tightly around your shoulder. You gasped in shock and pain, your body thrashing against the attacker. Oh god, you were next. How were the kids going to make it out? Why was this the way you were going to die? How could this be your first day? Your captor heaved out heavy breaths, your flashlight finding itself on the floor, though you couldn't remember when it fell.

"P-Please," you plead, squirming in the strong grip of the intruder, "Please...l-let go of me!" At your begging tone, his hand tightened, your eyes adjusting to the softly moonlit room. You could make out his silhouette, a slight glint reflecting off of a large instrument he had in his right hand.

The moon escaped from behind clouds, more light gleaming into the room. The figure had a hockey mask on, his large body covered in dark blood. He breathed heavily, his muscled chest heaving and shaking with every ragged inhale. His head stayed still as he gazed at you, his shoulders tense and rigid. The strong scent of copper hit your nose, making you gag in disgust. The intruder dropped his machete and reached his other hand onto the back of your shirt, lifting you up to meet his eye level. What was he doing?

He stood in silence, examining every part of you that he could. You weren't sure why he hadn't attacked you yet. You slowly reached your hands up, trying to pry his iron grip off of you. "Please..." you gasped in fear, "p-please let me go. What do you want from me?"

He obeyed after a few moments of hesitation, releasing you onto the ground. He continued to stare, his head tilting very slightly in what seemed to be confusion. Why weren't you running yet? You glanced up at him, and back to the door. You ripped the wooden door open, panting as you sped away from the counselor's cabin. Why had he let you go? You looked behind yourself, seeing him watch you as you ran away in fear. He spared you.

#jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees x male reader #jason voorhees #slashers x male reader #slashers x reader #slasher fic #slashers #friday the 13th #fanfiction #fanfic #fem dni

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bjtch-craft · 9 months

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About Me!!

Hi, my name is Wyatt and I'm "new" to writing. I put new in heavy-ass questions because I've been writing stories since elementary school but I've been told I'm pretty good at it so do with that what you will! But I am new to writing fanfiction. I've been reading it for years and decided to dip my toes into this genre! This is also a MLM blog so if you are a woman or fem aligned please don't interact with this page thank you! I'm also a POC so some of my stories might have a slight nod to textured hair and brown skin but I'll almost always try to shy away from doing this! But you can always request a certain race. Anyways happy reading!!!

Fandoms I'll write for

Fear Street

Scream 1996-Present

The Quarry

Slasher Characters such as Brahms, Michael, Jason, Etc

Spider-Man (Any universe)

The White Lotus

Halloween 1978-2022

Stranger Things

American Psycho

What I'll Probably Write About

Fluff (Please request this y'all!!)

Smut (Maybe)

Angst (Definitely)

Characters I'll write for

Chad Meeks-Martin

Danny Bracket

Simon Kalivoda

Nick Goode

Quinn Mossbacher

Stu Macher

Billy Loomis

Brahms Heelshire

Jacob Custos

Dylan Levinny

Miles Morales

Pavitr Prabhakar

Peter Parker (Tom, Andrew, and Tobey)

Prince Eric (Live action because he to mf fine)

Corey Cunningham

Jonathan Byers

Steve Harrington

Jason Carver

Lucas Sinclair

Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Patrick Bateman

Miguel O'Hara

This blog is for a male-targeted audience so if you are fem aligned in any way please stay off this page. Thank you!

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plasmabull · 1 month

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Big brain activity rn >:3

Like imagine your just relaxing on the couch, doing whatever, then out of nowhere you huge ass slasher bf just walks up to you, says he wants cuddles, doesn't even wait for a response then just flops down onto you, basically crushing you under them, lovingly tho

(Michael Myers, Vincent, the predator, Jason, Bubba, my bloody valentines guy, Bo, Otis)

(Based on this image) (me right now)

#slasher memes #slashers x male reader #male! reader #male reader #male!reader #x gn reader #male reader imagine #yautja #rz michael myers #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #jason voorhees #bubba sawyer #otis driftwood

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cece693 · 3 months

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Oh No, He's Hot! (Jason Voorhees x M. Reader)

Summary: What m/n believed would be a rather simple job has him encountering a masked murderer named Jason. But, oh no, why does m/n feel weirdly attracted to the dominant man?

M/n didn't know what he expected when his friends urged him to apply to become a camp counselor for the newly, about to be opened, Camp Crystal Lake. Poison ivy, yes, fallen tree trunks, sure, but a 6 ft 5 masked man chasing him around with a machete, no. Having left his friends (because who would stick together when death was knocking on the door?), m/n ran through the dark campsite before noticing a decrepit-looking cabin ahead. Looking behind for any sight of the man, m/n opened the door before locking it behind him.

The room was dark, with a tiny twin bed in the corner, and no source of light nearby. Controlling his breathing so as to not attract the murderer, m/n just hoped Jason (if that was even his name) found entertainment in killing another camp counselor and forgot all about him.

M/n should've listened to the townspeople who warned him that the camp was a lost cause, that camp blood was inhabited by a monster, but m/n (like the dummy he is) waved them off. Well, now guess who was regretting doing that? Yeah, this guy.

"Huh." m/n mumbled, noticing that the cabin was rather stocked with supplies. Inching closer, m/m crouched to inspect the ground, noticing tiny bones formed into a pile. "Well, shit." Those were animal bones—meaning that this cabin was, more than likely, Jason's hideout.

Quietly scrambling back to the front door, m/n was about to return to the forest when heavy footsteps began inching towards the door. Knowing the weight didn't belong to any of his friends, m/n looked around for a hiding spot before the door was ripped open, revealing Jason. Letting out a scream, m/n instinctively ducked to the side, narrowly missing the swing of the machete. Knowing the murderer blocked his only exit, m/n knew he had to somehow disarm or disorientate Jason.

Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he scanned the room for anything that could serve as a makeshift weapon. Bingo. Noticing a heavy wooden chair nearby, m/n grabbed it and immediately swung it towards Jason's head. Celebrating as the man stumbled back, m/n made a dash for the open door and began running. However, it didn't take long before he felt a powerful force slamming into his back, sending him sprawling forward. "Oww..." m/n whispered, when his face connected with the ground, and a line of blood obscured his vision. Just great, he somehow managed to cut himself.

Forcibly turned unto his back, m/n watched as Jason bent down and gripped his neck. M/n's world seemed to spin. The pressure on his neck tightened, and he felt the air being slowly squeezed out of his lungs. Panic surged through him, but to his surprise, a strange sensation overcame the fear. Instead of pleading for mercy, an involuntary moan escaped his lips.

Curiosity and confusion could be seen in Jason's eyes while observing the male's response. The moans of pleasure, rather than cries of pain or pleas for mercy, were entirely new territory for the infamous killer. To ensure it wasn't a fluke, Jason tightened his grip once more, only to be met with another round of apparent pleasure from m/n.

"Didn't expect this, huh?" m/n wheezed, his words carrying a hint of both amusement and disbelief. The encounter had taken an unexpected turn, leaving both survivor and killer in uncharted territory. Jason's hold disappeared, and m/n, though slightly shaken, quickly stood on his feet. He looked at Jason. Really looked.

Besides the whole murder aspect, Jason was handsome. And yes, m/n knew he would be considered crazy for admitting such a fact, but the man did have some appeal—his bulky, muscular form for one. Still staring at one another, m/n let out a chuckle.

"So are you going to kill me or...."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jason, emerging from his trance-like state, turned the machete so the handle could be seen. In a swift and unexpected motion, the handle of the machete swung over m/n's head, connecting with a solid impact. The woods briefly echoed with the sound, and m/n crumpled to the ground, consciousness slipping away.

This was a perfect opportunity for Jason to kill the man, but something held him back. Securing his machete to his belt, Jason, instead, lifted m/n from the ground and stalked back to his cabin.

Gently laying the male on the bed, Jason retrieved a cool of rope before skillfully bounding m/n's hands and feet to the bedposts. Ensuring there were no other exits besides the front door, Jason, with a stoic determination, left the cabin. The night was still young, and as Jason ventured into the darkness, his elusive silhouette vanished into the shadows.

#jason voorhees #friday the 13th #x male reader #male reader #pamela voorhees

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riotlain · 2 years

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Slashers with a Grim reaper!S/O and pulls pranks on the Slashers while they "work" ^^

[Any slashers would be alr!]

your brain is so cool for thinking this

I FORGOT ABOUT THIS IN MY DRAFTS OH EM GEE IM SORRY

THIS IS A NWLNW BLOG!! WOMEN DNI PLEASE

Jason Voorhees

He killed so often you just kinda lived there at that point

So why not have a lil fun

Do a lil trolling

From drawing on his masks, to possessing the bodies of the ppl he just killed

He just gets annoyed by your pranks sometimes

Has Jason tried to cut your head off? Yes like 2 times.

But that was before yall was dating so it doesnt count

BUT he also loves that you accept him as a sort of rotting zombie thing

Jason overall doesn't care about your pranks. Unless it's something like moving a trap

Then hes just pretty annoyed

Michael Myers

You 2 first met after his first couple kills

You were annoyed how your work just boosted out of nowhere and started yelling at him when you saw him

He then tried to stab you.... multiple times

You 2 had a sorta one sided rivalry

He was your rival and you were on his kill list

Now that you 2 are dating its a great relationship

You stole his mask once and he tried to kill you

You once summoned a person he killed while he was reaction and that was the only time he was really "spooked"

Bubba Saywer

Do you prank Bubba? No

You prank his brothers though

They (Cough cough drayton) have threatened to serve you dinner for these pranks

Though you had to tone down your pranks on Drayton since he gets on Bubba for this

But congrats you started a prank war with Nubbins and Choptop

Bubba tries to discourage yalls behavior but like you guys are at each others neck at this point

Knowing you cant die Nubbins stole your arm once.

It may or may not have had a bite mark in it

Chromeskull

You sorta lurked around his work and once he saw what you did he sorta became your new boss in a way

And then into your boyfriend

You move the coffins or the bodies around for the funny

Scaring his workers are also fun

If they were to ever report your antics he would probably brush it off

You never do the kind of pranks you do on his workers with him

At most you just make his job a bit more inconvenienced

Making it harder for them to die, dulling his knife a bit, and the like

He, of course, wouldnt get that mad

As long as he got his job and, in turn, your job done

Vincent Sinclair

Vincents job makes it sort of hard to do yours

They dont die automatically after getting put into wax so you linger around the museum

You move the 'statues' around, usually making something dumb much to the annoyance of Vincent and Bo

Making them look like theyre having sex or something stupid like that

You prank Bo or Lester more than Vincent

It's just easier for you and you get a better reaction

With Vincent you feel bad for pranking him in a way

With Bo he gets mad and you get a funny response from him

Lester usually pranks you back

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circusmania · 4 months

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Hello! Can I request Yandere romantic michael myers that know detective reader is secretly a Eldritch Abomination that showing or feeling no interest, enthusiasm, or concern?

Btw i love your writing😊

Yandere!Michael Myers x GN!Reader ꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷꒦꒷

Notes: Aww! I'm so grateful that you enjoy my writing! Hopefully, you enjoy this one, too. ♡ Also, I hope that it matches what you requested. :')

Muah Muah 🖤

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WARNINGS: Gore, stalking, mentions of body mutilations (reader + corpses)

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Amidst the rain, flashing red and blue lights could be seen. Haddonfield is quiet on this Halloween night, which is no surprise to the people who live there. No trick-or-treaters are seen on the streets, just police and their cars.

A car pulls up, catching the attention of the officers. Out steps the famous detective, You. You've impressed many with your skills and clue findings, no killer has ever been able to slip past you. Except for a particular man. The Boogeyman. You've been on his trail for years now, and you can't say that you haven't enjoyed the chase.

You step in a puddle, paying no mind to your wet shoes as your assistant scurries over with an umbrella.

“Detective!” He frantically fixes himself as he struggles to hold the umbrella over your head. “It's an 18-year-old girl. She was babysitting a young boy (who thankfully survived) when the killer forced himself into the house and stabbed her many times.”

You two approached the body of the girl. Your assistant turned his head, not wanting to see the gruesome sight. There's blood dripping from every open wound. Her face is twisted in agony and there's no light in her eyes.

“Do you think…. He did it? You know… the Boogeyman.” He whispered as if he was afraid of anyone hearing.

You didn't say anything. Obviously, it was, who else could it have been? You crouched down next to her, no emotion displayed on your face as you put on your gloves.

“Her parents are here…” Your assistant spared you a glance as a car pulled up not far from the crime scene.

“Don't let them come near.” You said, getting up after finishing examining her.

“Shouldn't we let her parents see her…?”

The screams and weeping of the parents could be heard from behind the police tape.

You sigh. “This is no place for a funeral. I don't want them touching the crime scene or moving anything.” You replied sharply.

Your assistant shivers at your coldness. He nods and moves to tell the officers. Suddenly, you notice something on one of the trees next to the body.

A heart had been carved into the trunk of the tree. You moved closer, straying away from the umbrella your assistant was holding. Now drenched in rain, you traced the carving with your finger. Whoever had done this knew how to handle a knife… The carvings were deep and done with passion.

Michael Myers was watching from afar, heavy breathing could be heard from under his mask. His grip tightened on his bloody knife as he saw your assistant yell after you for getting soaked.

Back home, your sanctuary, you finally felt relief. Your house was located deep in the woods to avoid any human interactions. The naked eye couldn't process your naked form.

The human skin stuck to yours. You peeled it off, layer after layer. You're careful not to rip it, as human skin tends to be too fragile for your claws. You laid your drenched skin suit on your chair.

You strolled over to your fridge and opened it. Your amalgamation of a hand reached in and pulled out some sort of meat. You engulfed it, not letting any of your teeth have a chance to penetrate it. You scarfed down any remaining bones on the plate.

All of a sudden, one of your many eyes picked up on a movement outside your window. Your eyes narrowed as you closed your fridge. You don't care if a human ever catches your form. Your bare body would make any sane man explode (literally). So you didn't worry about your secret getting out. However, this was different.

Your acute ears focused on any sounds that would indicate the presence of another being. Abruptly, you heard a twig snap.

You rushed out of your house at an abnormally fast rate. You were ready to confront your stalker, however, once outside, you were greeted with the dark, lonely forest and the song of the crickets you were accustomed to.

Whoever you were dealing with couldn't be human. You scoffed and went back inside, failing to notice the pale mask of the Boogeyman amidst the trees.

You were planning on relaxing the rest of your afternoon, but Michael had other plans. You were called in again when another body had been found dumped in a ravine close to your house. You put back on your skin suit, it was extra tight on you since it hadn't dried off yet.

Once again, you did your usual routine. Examine the body, look for clues and ask questions. Whoever this mysterious Michael Myers was, he sure knew how to put up a game of cat and mouse… And romance you in his own way.

The stab wounds on his victim were in a heart-shaped pattern.

“Ain't it too early for Valentine?” Your assistant attempted to (nervously) crack a joke, which fell on deaf ears.

You remained with a stoic face as you watched them place the body in a body bag.

Each year, the Boogeyman gets bolder and bolder. Yet, never had the guts to face you. Unbeknownst to you, tonight would be different.

Your assistant coughed to get your attention. “I've… got to go… family emergency.”

“Mm, okay.” You turned back to the crime scene.

Your assistant lingered for a while, expecting any worried expression or encouraging words. But was ultimately met with your usual uncaring tone.

Another hour had passed, and you were finally granted permission to go home. Home.

As you arrived home, you parked your car and got out. A beautiful stench filled your nostrils. Laying on your welcome mat was a human heart surrounded by a heart formed of drops of blood.

Your door was ajar.

A twinge of hope that today could be the day you meet him arose. But, it quickly died down as you entered your home.

The smell flooded your house as each step made it stronger and stronger. Like a game of hot and cold, each step you took was warmer and warmer.

Laying on your kitchen table on a fancy dish was the head of your assistant. His tongue was pulled out all the way through his mouth and his teeth were knocked out and laid next to his head.

You ignored him though, because your attention was focused on the giant man standing in the dark hallway. He was bloody, and heavily breathing, but somehow quiet…. He was awaiting your next move.

Perhaps the thing that sparked Michael's obsession with you wasn’t that you weren’t human, but the fact that you never showed any ounce of fear towards him. Or maybe because you both shared a taste for carnage.

Your human skin faltered as your smile stretched beyond human capabilities. Your eyes were gouging out of your sockets as your appearance looked less and less human.

In all of your and Michael's years, this may be the first time a spark of emotions illuminated in both of your empty bodies.

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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Jason Vorhees with Male Childhood best friend (preferably POC). They meet each other again after decades only for them to try and kill each other because they don't recognize each other. But make them have a happy ending because happy = : D

Jason Voorhees x male reader

Headcanons

I always try to keep my stories open so anyone can imagine the reader as whatever race or appearance they have, unless I state otherwise (like when I make the reader taller, etc), so I didn’t change much in this to make the reader POC, so I hope that’s okay ^^

I headcanon that Jason is nonverbal so there’s mentions of signing in this. I may have gone a little further than childhood best friends, but I hope that’s okay anyways :)

- You and Jason met at Camp Crystal Lake when you were children. You had always been a little strange, liking to be alone and spend time reading and alike than going out and causing messes like other kids.

- This caused you to be quite isolated during camp, and you spent most of your time indoors, sitting near the cabins or up against trees, or sitting in the lunch area with Pamela Voorhees who worked at the camp to watch over her son Jason.

- Pamela liked you because you were polite and never once made rude comments or gestures at Jason, so she tried to help build a relationship between you and her son.

- Jason was still bullied by the other kids, which was the only time you really ever talked with the others kids as you always ran in to defend him, or push over the kids who were trying to hurt Jason.

- As time at camp passed you started holding Jason’s hand and you two would walk together everywhere, be it sitting together as you read out loud for him, or you going with Jason down to the lake to look at the bugs and other creatures that swam around.

- You two got quite close and you started having a childhood crush on the other boy, who was starting to have a crush on you too because of how kind you were to him.

- One day Jason brings you some flowers he’s picked and signed to you with the few signs you knew that he liked you, and he was very much expecting you to be disgusted because you were both boys and because of his appearance.

- So when you blushed and told him you liked him too, he was over the moon. You were still just kids at the time so you being boyfriends didn’t really mean anything. You kept up holding hands and spending time together like before, and only Pamela knew you were “dating”.

- She thought you two were so sweet together, so she never said anything about it.

- The day they threw Jason into the lake was one of your worst memories. Some of the older kids had knocked you down and were holding you down as they beat on you, others going to throw Jason into the lake.

- When Jason didn’t come up from the water you started yelling and screaming, which finally caught the attention of the camp leaders and Pamela, the older woman coming running. When she saw you being held down, covered in bruises and beaten bloody, so yelled at the bullies and sent them off to take care of you.

- But you were too busy sobbing about Jason, pointing at the lake and telling her what they had did and that he hadn’t come out.

- You could never remember the noises Pamela made when she believed her son had died, and you left camp that evening as the bullying so was bad and the apparent death lead to the camps closing that year and the next few years.

- You never looked back to the camp, and as the years passed the memories of Jason became another faint memory, though you did think of the sweet boy who had brought you flowers and who was bullied just for being himself.

- When you heard about the killings at Camp Crystal Lake, you couldn’t have cared much since it was just a place of your past and the home of one of your worst memories.

- But some of your coworkers or classmates knew of your past there, having heard the story of you going there when it closed down somehow, so they pressured you to go with them to explore the area.

- You found it idiotic to go where multiple murders had happened, but you had planned on going for a little bit and sneaking away and leaving when they weren’t looking.

- Your coworkers or classmates acted like it was some kind of ghost hunt, too busy ooing and aahing at the buildings and the lake itself, so you could easily slip away into the woods. But as you snuck away you got far enough away to not be able to hear the sounds of your coworkers or classmates being killed.

- You ended up getting lost in the forest, cursing softly under your breath as you stomped through the undergrowth and away from where you assumed the people you had came with were too busy acting like actual murders were just a cryptid story.

- When you got caught in a trap you immediately cursed louder, your legs being tied together and sending you falling to the leaf covered ground. You were lucky you always carried a pocket knife so you got to work freeing your legs, too busy to notice the footsteps nearing you.

- You had just gotten your legs free and rolled to the side just in time for a machete to slash the ground where you had just been. Your heart leapt into your throat as you snapped your eyes up to see the large hockey masked giant, covered in blood and wielding the machete he had just tried to kill you with.

- Instead of running like other victims, to Jasons surprise you immediately went into fight mode and somehow got the machete away from him, using your pocketknife to fight him off.

- Your fighting continued, ending with you both on the floor with you pressed down against the wet forest floor with Jasons hulking frame above you with his large hands wrapped around your throat and squeezing, trying to choke you to death.

- You choked and wheezed, clawing at his hands and arms to try and free yourself as you had lost your knife somewhere during the fight. How great that you would die in the exact same forest as Jason.

- At some point you wheezed that you wouldn’t die here like Jason did, to which Jason immediately loosened his hands in confusion as you knew his name. Using his surprise you nail him right in the face, making him stumble just enough to be able to flip yourself around and struggle to your feet, still weak from almost being suffocated to death.

- You raise shaky fists Infront of yourself as Jason slowly gets to his feet, but he doesn’t come at you again like before, instead he slowly tilts his head and looks at you more deeply, letting his eyes run all over your face and body as if trying to place you.

- When he suddenly twitches and straightens up you tighten your muscles and get ready to fight more, even though you feel like your okay to pass out.

- That’s when Jason lifts his large, scarred hands and starts signing, moving faster than your way out of training brain can keep up with. That along with the horrible headache you were sporting made it impossible to understand him.

- Seeing your struggle he slows his signing down, and uses a special sign he had made up to refer to you instead of having to sign your name. That was a sign you could recognize as only Jason used that when you were children, so you look at the killer with confusion.

- When he signs it again and then signs his own name, you wheeze out a confused “Jason?” to which he happily nods. You are sure you must be dreaming or hallucinating, as you give a confused chuckle, the adrenaline in your body finally plummeting and making you pass out.

- Jason lurches forwards and catches you, cradling you softly in his arms as if you are a fragile flower. He knows it’s a bad idea to bring you back to his own home, so he takes you to the tree you two always sat at as children and lays you down after checking to make sure you aren’t too banged up.

- He quickly goes to clean himself up as much as he can with what he has, and goes out of his way to pick the same flowers he gave you as children to bring back to you.

- When you wake up alive and not dead, you lay in confusion for a while still feeling quite bad after almost being choked to death, and the shock that goes through your body as you notice Jason’s shape sitting in front of you immediately snaps you awake.

- You try to back up only to hit the tree, which makes you finally realize where you are. That’s when Jason holds out the flowers to you, almost shyly, and it reminds you so much of that time he gave them to you as kids.

- You can only stare at him in confusion for a while, the soft flicker of affection flaring up in your heart as if being revived from all those years ago.

- When you don’t react or accept the flowers, Jason seems to curl in on himself a little, the hand holding the flowers lowering and he seems almost ashamed or regretful. So when you push yourself up and wrap your arms around you almost carefully, he makes a soft noise but soon returns the hug.

- He hugs you very carefully, as if scared he will hurt you or break you in some way, but he holds you so dearly. He makes soft noises as if to tell you how much he’s missed you since you were the only one his age that ever treated him kindly.

- You both just keep sitting there and holding each other, and at some point your position changes to you sitting in his lap and leaning against his chest as you arms are still around each other. You haven’t asked how he’s still alive or why he does what he does, but that doesn’t matter right now, you can always ask him that later.

- All that matters is that he’s still alive and seems to still care about you in some way. So, you sit, watching the moonlight dance across the lake and the beautiful stars, held close to the chest of the man who was once your best friend. He was much larger and much more dangerous than before, but he still felt just like the Jason you remembered.

#male reader #slasher #jason voorhees #slasher imagine #slasher headcanon #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #jason voorhees headcanon #jason voorhees imagine #jason voorhees x male reader #jason voorhees x reader

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0bloodhorn0 · 1 year

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(Nsfw)

Women and minors dni

Jason Voorhees love to be called a good boy

The first time you called him that when you two were getting intimate, he almost came right there on the spot.

He get so proud when you call him that that he just want to please you more and make you feel good.

All that could be heard in the room was yours and Jason’s skin slapping against each other. You’ve been riding his cock for what seems like hours but in reality was only a couples of minutes . You’ve been so tense as of lately and sweet Jason wanted to help you… what started as an innocent massage soon turned into more.

His cock kept hitting all your right spot and you were sure you wouldn’t last long with how long it’s been since you last did this. Lost in the moment, you started to let out praises. How good he was being to you, how is cock felt so good… until the words good boy slipped from your mouth without even realizing it.

As soon as he heard the word falling from your lips, a deep moan came from him. The name making him feel… so good… he soon realized the sound he just let out and got embarrassed, a deep blush forming on his face as your movements came to a stop.

“Huh…You like that? Being called a good boy..?”

He nodded

You were quite surprised by that new information but it didn’t take long for your movement to start again, this time slowly, wanting to test out the new power you just discovered that you had over him.

You got closer to his ear and whispered slowly in it, making him feel even hotter than he already was.

“Good boy, making me feel good, being so obedient listening to my every command”

His hand rapidly found your hip, gripping it tight. As if he let go, he was gonna fall and never come back.

You were sure it was gonna leave a mark later. His fingers digging into your soft flesh, not too hard to hurt you. He never wanted to make you feel pain, only pleasure. He was such a sweet boy….

The rest is up to your imagination :)

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x male reader #slasher x male reader #x male reader #slashers #jason voorhes x reader #gay #lgbtq

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ghostly-clown · 2 years

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Slashers realising they like a guy (all sfw)

I just wanted to do a lil head Canon thing for all gays and guys who like slashers, as well as I don't see alot of male s/o's (but if anyone can find any send them to me please 🙏)

Will include:

Michael myers, Jason voorhees, brahms heelshire, the Sinclair brothers (all 3 of them), Thomas hewitt

Michael Myers

- He can't believe he likes a man, like a guy??

- He will use alot of intimidation, following you, standing over your shoulder etc.

- not for any particular reason other then it being his way of trying to figure out why he likes you

- he'll also grab you alot looking deeply into your features to see what makes him feel this way

- it just dosnt make complete sense to him, for he's but a simple confused gay

- after alot of trying and failing to suppress his feelings he eventually just accepts it

- hell be a bit weird about it at first, patience is gonna be vry Important here

- but in the end he'll treat you the same as any other lover

Jason Voorhees

- Also pretty confused but takes more time to think it through alone

- kinda just processing what these feelings are and such

- would just watch you alot half because he's still figuring stuff out, half because he's down bad

- but he'd except his feelings pretty easily

- it would probably take him awhile to warm up to holding hands and stuff like that

- After you do past that threshold he'll only now realises how down bad he is

- he'll start becoming alot more clingy and comfortable

Brahms Heelshire

- I don't think he would care too much he would be more confused on weather a relationship with another guy is gonna be different

- if he could look stuff up his search history would be 'how to kiss boy' 'what to do with girlfriend that's a guy'

- Dosnt go into hugging and holding hands till a bit latter but again once he passes that threshold he will be all over you

- very clingy cause there is no difference between dating a guy or a girl it's just dating it shouldn't need to be so complicated

- Brahms would also like to be held alot (haha fucking bottom (me too))

Bo Sinclair

- He will treat u like a guy friend for a very long while

- The straightest gay man you'll ever know

- will probably make alot of the "kiss the homies" jokes and flirt alot but in a "we're just 2 guy friends" way

- but the second you flirt back (joke or not) Bo will begin the spiral and start questioning everything

- He's gonna get very blushy and flustered and deny it all saying it was just a bad joke and leave

- Try and explain that dating a guy won't make him any less of a man and give him time to think about it

- Afterwards he'll treat you like he would any other lover but that still wont stop him from getting flustered whenever you flirt

Lester Sinclair

- He always kinda suspected he liked guys but never gave it much thought

- and then you come into his life and he knows he is head over heels in love

- Lester is pan btw, idk how to explain it but he is

- He'll love to just have a partner around and is absolutely over the moon it's you

- like he won't care that you a guy he just loves you and that's all that matters (thats all that should matter 😌)

Vincent Sinclair

- he is gonna be falling for you the second he see's you

- He's always been a bit gay and now he is absolutely in love with a guy

- like shake his hand or touch him in anyway and man's is gonna have a gay break down

- He wouldn't be very open about it so you'll need to ask him

- and he won't deny it, he's more afraid you won't feel the same

- say you do feel the same and Vincent will be the happiest man alive

- he would still be anxious about touch but that's just him not being used to it

- after a while he would be comfortable just holding hands, or cuddling but would enjoy being the lil spoon more

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- it would take him a bit to connect the dots, he just thinks your an amazing friend

- for him to realise he likes you, you will have to do something that makes him question

- honestly just joking about being in a relationship would send him into thought

- unfortunately when poor boy realises he loves you, he'll startto worry about his family

- He would hang around you alot and help you with every little thing, any excuse he has to just be near you

- But he'll come out to Luda May first since shes the most understanding

- and then to you and if u like him back he will be over the moon

- He'll keep the relationship on the downlow until he's sure its ok to come out

I hope y'all enjoyed, stay safe and respect eachother :)

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