#friday the 13th fanfiction

[multific]

A Proof of Love

Jason x Reader

Summary: Jason just couldn't look away from you.

He watched in complete awe as you held your baby in your arms.

The little boy, born a couple weeks ago, had him worried.

He helped you deliver the child, and Jason would be lying if he said he wasn't extremely anxious.

He was also said to see how his son resembled him more than Jason hoped.

The young boy although wasn't as deformed as Jason himself, Jason still felt guilty.

But much like with your husband, the little boy didn't scare you at all.

Jason watched as you lifted him into your arms for the first time and you cried.

He misunderstood at first, preparing himself for the worst when you simply said: "My beautiful little boy."

And since that day, Jason never wanted to stop watching you with your son.

Every day, he knew he had to leave and look around the camp, but he found himself going back to the bunker earlier than usual.

Jason never felt happier.

To hear your giggles or the soft snores of your son.

This time, he found you with the baby lying on your chest as you sat in the chair.

Your hand running up and down his little back as he slept soundly.

You smiled at Jason when you saw him enter the room.

"He tired himself out. He was crying. I think he was missing you." Jason walked over, he knew he had to do something, he just wasn't sure what.

You stood up and handed him the baby.

Jason sat down into his chair as now he had the baby.

"I love seeing him with you." you said as you watched the two with a smile. "I can tell he loves you very much, you are really good to him."

Jason wanted to say something, tell you that he was amazed every time he saw your son with you. He wanted to say how much he adored the way you sang to him. He wanted, but he couldn't.

And yet somehow, you understood.

"I think, since he is a combination of the two of us, and we love each other so much, he got it from us. He got our love for each other and so, he loves us just as much. Does it make sense?"

Jason nodded.

It did.

It did make sense.

The little boy was a proof of your love, and he loved you two just as much as you love each other, if not more.

Jason held out his other hand to you and you understood immediately.

You went over to him and sat in his lap, his free arm wrapped around you as he now held you both.

You laid your head on his chest, your let out a sigh as you felt quite sleepy now. It also didn't help how Jason was running his hand up and down your back.

You moved your arm around his neck and placed a kiss on his mask.

"I love you very much, Jason."

He knew.

He wanted to say it back, he desperately wanted to.

"L-love." he ended up saying and you smiled.

You understood.

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 4

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

I woke up in my room the next morning and for a second I had to remember where I was. My eyes landed on a small, black clock on the nightstand and I was thankful it was only seven-thirty and not super late. Streaks of sun shined through the partially open curtains that fluttered in the morning breeze. 

A faint, pleasant smell filled the air and I guessed someone downstairs was cooking bacon. I yawned and stretched, taking my time to get out of bed. When I sat up in bed, I saw my sleepy reflection staring back at me in an oversized mirror behind a wooden dresser. I quickly tossed my hair into a high, messy button and then retrieved my toothbrush and headed out to use the bathroom.

The hallway was empty and the house was relatively quiet. Downstairs I heard muffled voices and I assumed whoever it was was responsible for the bacon smell. A few doors down, I wandered toward the upstairs bathroom and gave the partially open door a gentle shove. 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I made a face when I saw Joel with one hand on the sink as he leaned over partway, brushing his teeth. I put a hand up to shield my eyes as if I’d just seen him naked; but it just made him chuckle.

“It’s fine,” he mumbled with the brush partially in his mouth before spitting into the sink. “I should’ve closed the door. I didn’t know anyone was up.”

“No, I should’ve knocked,” I said to him, “There’s a house full of people here.” I shook my head and began to duck out of the room but he waved me back in.

“I’m done,” Joel explained, tapping his toothbrush and placing it back into a blue, plastic container. “It’s all yours.”

I smiled, taking him in in his shorts and white t-shirt. I could see his hair was still pillow-tossed and it made him look more boyish than before.

“Thank you.” We passed by one another in the doorway, making eye contact from just a few inches away. I felt my face grow hot and looked down so I could make my way to the sink.

“Annie’s making breakfast for everyone,” Joel informed me, leaning an arm on the frame of the door. “She’s a great cook and insisted on doing it so when you’re done come on down for some bacon, eggs and pancakes.”

I nodded. “Thanks. That’s nice of her.”

Joel nodded back. We held one another’s gaze for just another second before he tapped the door. “Okay. I’ll see you downstairs.”

I let out a deep sigh when I heard a door open and close down the hall. He’s so hot. I knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to be crushing on Joel. He was older. He was in charge of the camp. I had a feeling that the initial crush might be mutual from the way Joel lingered, but I wasn’t about to get my hopes up. That little rush of infatuation, however, was a fun feeling to chase.

I smiled and began to run the water, beginning to brush my teeth. When Joel reappeared, I felt butterflies form in my stomach.

“Sorry.” He put up a hand and took a glance at the bathroom vanity. “I forgot my razor.”

I looked down and retrieved it for him, walking the shaving device to him at the door. “Here ya go.”

“Thank you.”

I smiled when his thumb brushed over mine, looking down and back up. Before I could say anything, there was a shriek and the sound of a metal pan dropping from downstairs.

Joel immediately hurried out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. I rushed after him and felt my heart leap into my throat when I saw a creepy, old man with worn out clothes and a hat at the open front door.  He stood behind the screen door on the porch.

“I told the others,” he said as Joel and I reached the bottom floor, “But they didn’t believe me.” Annie stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at the man as if she’d seen a ghost. “You’re doomed if you stay here,” he went on.

“This is private property,” Joel said, putting a hand up as he approached the front door. “You can’t be here.”

“I’m a messenger of God,” the man went on in a rambling fashion, “This place is cursed. It’s got a death curse.”

“Who are you?” Annie asked, “What do you want?”

“God sent me,” he claimed again, switching his gaze from one person to the next.

“Get out of here, man,” Joel instructed, motioning with his arm. He took a step in the stranger’s direction.

“I’m here to warn you,” the old timer continued, “You’re doomed if you stay.” He stared directly at Joel, “Go.” He then looked over his shoulder toward me, “Go, now.”

I swallowed hard, a stroke of adrenaline made me shudder. The man released me from the temporary trance when he turned and staggered down the front porch steps, before half-running toward a rusted, old bicycle he’d perched against a tree.

The three of us crowded around the open front door, watching as the old man looked back toward us.

“God sent me,” he repeated in a shaky voice just barely loud enough for us all to hear him. “Go while you still can.”

“What the hell?” Annie said aloud.

We watched as he boarded the ancient piece of metal before pedaling away over the uneven terrain.

Joel sighed when the old man was out of sight and looked back and forth between Annie and me. “You’ve just met crazy Ralph.” He nodded toward me, “I’m surprised you don’t know of him, being a townie.”

A lightbulb went on and I felt my mouth drop open. “That’s Ralph?” I had seen him before riding around town but I had never seen him up close. “Now that you mention it, I’ve seen him on his bike around town.”

“Crazy Ralph?” Annie asked.

“Town drunk. Every time he has a little too much he spends a night in the drunk tank. His wife comes down to the station yelling at him. An old friend of mine is a dispatcher and he’s told me a ton of Ralph stories.”

“Is he dangerous?” I asked.

Joel shook his head. “Just a little off his rocker. He’s been warning people to stay away from the lake for decades.” He glanced over his shoulder again and then back to the two of us. “If he comes back, we’ll call the police.”

“He’s not violent or anything, is he?” Annie asked, “He scared me half to death, he was just standing there in the doorway.”

Joel shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She put a hand on her chest. “What a wake up call.”

I looked back outside and sighed. “Right.”

“You okay?” Joel asked the two of us, making us both nod. “When the others wake up, I’ll let them know what happened.”

Annie gave a nod and wandered back over toward the oversized kitchen island. She glanced up when Jeff and Sandra began their sleepy walk down the stairs. “Help yourselves to breakfast,” she told us.

“I thought I heard a scream,” Sandra said with a stretch and a yawn.

“We had a morning visit from crazy Ralph,” I explained, smirking a bit now that the threat was gone.

“Crazy Ralph?” Jeff asked.

“Ooo, this ought to be good,” Sandra said with a laugh. Her eyes looked around between the three of us, seeing who was going to be the first to fill them in. She sat down at a stool at the island as Jeff began to make a plate for each of them.

Joel managed a grin. “I’ll explain once everyone’s got a full plate of food.. and some coffee.” He looked at me, “Would you like a cup? That’s where I’m headed first.”

A fresh blush formed on my cheeks. “Yeah, sure. Thank you.”

Joel nodded before  he wandered over to the pot of coffee. At the same time, Sandra nudged me with her knee beneath the table, making me glance in her direction. She nodded toward Joel and raised her eyebrows, making me smile wider. I shrugged, not knowing what else to do in our unspoken communication, and then straightened back up when Joel walked back in our direction.

“Thank you.” I nodded as he set the cup down in front of where I still stood beside Sandra. We all then proceeded to help ourselves to the food Annie had generously made.

“Okay,” Sandra went on, “Crazy Ralph. Spill it.”

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Jason x Child Reader Headcanon

How You Met

Jason was going about his usual business of killing the trespassers that dared to enter Camp Crystal Lake when he stumbled upon you. He saw you from affair, and he was confused. Why did they bring a child here? He also saw you being treated poorly by them; they were pulling your hair, kicking you, and calling you names he felt—or his version of empathy. He understood what it was like to be bullied. But for the most part, he paid you no mind. He started killing all of them; he was stalking the final one when he pushed you into the lake, yelling at you before running off, yelling something about a sacrifice, and leaving him alone. drugged-up, sex-crawled teenagers. He starred and started having flashbacks when he was drowning.

Before he knew it, he was in the water, pulling you up and out of the lake. You were freaking out, crying and screaming, begging you not to kill them. He held you; he didn't know what else to do. That's what his mother did when he was sad or scared. Eventually, you passed out. He gently picked you up and carried you into his shack. He laid you down before leaving. He had to take care of the final trespasser.

Caring for You

Jason tries to understand that you're afraid of him. He honestly doesn't know why he saved you. Why are you scared of him? But whatever, he'll try to be gentle with you and give you space until you are more comfortable with him. He leaves from time to time to go out and kill those trespassers or to feed you. He'll probably do both; he can kill two birds that way. Once he kills the people in whatever cabin he's in, he'll grab whatever supplies you need, such as food, water, and maybe some blankets. Once he's done, he'll return with the stuff for you. When you're more comfortable around him, he'll hug you and hold you, whether you asked for it or because he felt like it. If you need to cry, Jason will hold you while you cry. If you want to feel happy or he’s trying to calm you down, he’ll try hugging you or caressing your cheek. 

Spending Time With You

Jason spends time with you by teaching you how to do things. Such as hunting, fishing, how to survive in the wild, even killing if you want, or self-defense. It's either that or having a conversation with him...Yeah, no. Jason enjoys doing these things for you and gets happy when you start doing well at them. He'll play games with you since he never truly grew up. Games can range from hide and seek to tag, pretend, and many more. His heart melts when he sees you happy, and you know what? He's happy.

When Someone Tries to Take You Away from Him

If one of those trespassers finds you and attempts to take you away from him, he'll drop whatever he's doing and chase after them to try and stop them. And when he gets his hands on them, well, he'll make sure you don't see what he'll do. But if they succeed, he won't stop until he finds you. He doesn't care if you are in a police station, orphanage, or hospital. It doesn't matter to him; he'll find you and kill anyone who gets in his way. He won't stop until he has you or until he's dead….No, he'll probably rise from the grave again to get you.

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Scare Me

Halloween, Friday the 13th, and Scream Crossover College AU

The best, most hardcore game of tag ever, in which an immortal final girl must outlast four slashers racing to be the first to take her out. Winner gets to pick the dinner place. Ready...set....

Rating: Mature

Length: 2k

CW: stalking, chasing, stabbing, major character death (and resurrection)

This is a take on a concept from @ur.ghoulfriend on TikTok (@ur_ghoul_friend on Twitter). She makes dope slasher art, go check it out!

What is it about summer evenings? 

Crickets were going wild in the flowerbeds. The last vestiges of the sunset were just visible behind the humanities building. Clouds scudded across the sky, lazy and free. I felt weightless, like if I skipped a little bit I might just ascend into the heavens. Keys jingling in my hand, I hopped once, just to try it. No luck.

Campus was sparsely populated. Summer semester had a different kind of energy, plus it was Friday night. Most everyone was in their dorm or at a party, only a few unfortunate souls like myself wrapping up their summer jobs. Once I passed the library, I was alone.

Well. Almost.

The hairs on the back of my neck prickled. My eyes swept over my surroundings. I didn’t see a soul. I slowed, turned to look behind me, walking backwards.

A shadow ducked behind the corner of a classroom building about fifteen meters away.

I narrowed my eyes, trying to spot them again, but saw nothing. Best not to take chances. I turned and changed direction, circling around the west side of the engineering building instead of my usual path to the east.

Ahead of me, the buildings fell away to make space for the green, wide open and dotted with old sycamores. My head was on a swivel as I moved into the open space. The lamps that lined all the pathways on campus switched on automatically as the sun retreated below the horizon. I suddenly felt very visible, a rabbit realizing it has wandered into a clearing.

Movement in my periphery. I snapped to attention. A hulking figure lurked behind a tree just outside the reach of the wan lamplight.

Shit.

I took off sprinting without a second thought. Keys gripped tightly in my hand, sneakers pounding the sidewalk, the night air rushed past my face and I hit a comfortable stride. I loved to run and it had carried me all the way to the college on a track scholarship. The green whizzed past, the wind picking up and rustling the trees. Maybe I could fly after all. Stranger things, you know? 

I ran past the law building and rounded the corner. There was a stairwell leading to a basement door surrounded by a brick wall and I scuttled halfway down, crouching in the darkness, barely panting. I kept a tight grip on my keys to keep them from clinking, eyes locked on the top of the stairs.

I counted to thirty before creeping up the staircase on all fours, peering around the wall, staying low. The big guy had passed my hiding place and was pacing slowly down the walkway, scanning for me. The bold white number 13 on the back of his jersey practically glowed in the evening blue.

Carefully, quietly, I maneuvered myself to the second stair from the top and looked for that first shadow. I couldn’t see him anywhere. I wasn’t going to move until I knew where he was.

There – prowling around the far building. No mask yet, not on campus, but from this distance, I still couldn’t make out who it was. There was no telling if it was the same one I’d seen before, but I didn’t want to hide for too long. I double-checked that neither of them were looking my way and snuck out of the stairwell, back the way I had come.

Once I was out of their sight I started running again, along the edge of the green, towards the west side of campus. The house lay to the north, but my plan was to head for the football field, cut through the woods that bordered the school, and then beeline for home. Seemed like a good route – not too direct, but not so far out of the way that they’d have a chance to cut me off.

I left main campus behind and saw the football field up ahead, floodlights blazing, attracting every moth within a square mile. The surrounding parking lot was nearly empty, nothing like it was in the fall. Again, I felt exposed, but I slowed to a brisk walk to conserve energy. I spun in a circle as I walked, keeping an eye out for anything moving. I saw nothing. This was concerning.

Should I take the long way around?  It would take longer, and the far side behind the visitors’ bleachers wasn’t well lit. Easy to get the drop on someone over there. But I’d be in the spotlight on the field.

I took a deep breath and decided to run it. It was just 100 meters. I could do 100 meters in 13 seconds.

The edge of the field was approaching. My adrenaline spiked. I could feel it in my chest, in my legs. Showtime.

The second my toes hit turf I exploded into a dead sprint. The fake grass was firm and springy under my feet, rustling with every step. I crossed the yard lines one after another, approaching the 50, and then the sound of footsteps behind me, fast.

“Get back here, bitch!” came a gleeful yell.

I screamed, knew who it was without looking, dug deep and tore across the field. My keys were digging into my palm, slick with sweat. The floodlights were blinding and I almost missed the second shadow racing out from behind the home bleachers.

“Surprise!” A gleeful grin, the glint of a knife.

I practically skidded on the turf, nearly lost my balance, wheeled to my left and narrowly avoided the blade. “Nice try, motherfucker!” I sprinted off the field, crossed the street without looking, and darted into the trees.

“C’mon man, that was it!” I heard one of them whine.

“Don’t give me that shit, come on!”

As soon as I knew I wasn’t visible from the road I started to zigzag through the foliage, trying my best to be light-footed and avoid cracking every stick on the forest floor beneath my sneakers. The ground rose into a low hill. I was panting, heart thundering a runaway beat.

Hopefully the big guy hadn’t made it this far; nobody knew these woods like he did. I hadn’t even seen the shape yet, but that wasn’t unusual. He would almost certainly be waiting near the house. The last leg of the chase was his favorite part.

Near the crest of the hill, I decided to risk a feint. I ducked behind a large boulder, breathing in through my nose, exhaling out of my mouth. My palm felt almost permanently etched with the imprint of my keys. I stuffed them in my pocket, ran my hands over the surface of the boulder, found a small ledge.

With a soft grunt, I pulled myself up, shoes scuffing on the rock, clambering all the way to the top. The night was dark, the full moon still low on the horizon. I pressed myself flat against the boulder and watched my two pursuers pick their way through the trees.

Their banter had ceased. They were hunting. One of them had donned the mask already. I watched the other pull it from his back pocket and slip it on over his head. Each of them gripped a hunting knife. They moved like wolves, always just outside of the other’s sight, covering the most ground possible.

I pressed a hand over my mouth as one of them circled the boulder. His head was just a few inches below me. He didn’t look up.

I considered throwing a rock as a diversion, but I didn’t think they’d fall for that. Instead I waited, measuring my breathing, sprawled like a spider in the darkness. When they left my sight, I tracked their movements with sound. They were quiet, but not silent. Eventually, they were far enough away that I could no longer hear them.

My plan now was to follow close enough to see where they split off to hide and wait for me on our street. That way I could avoid them, and then – provided the big guy hadn’t made it all the way up here yet – I’d only have one killer to contend with.

I slid down the side of the boulder and managed to land without making too much noise. Half-crouched, I moved in the direction they had gone. I caught up to them quickly, hung back where I could keep them both just within my field of vision. My eyes were trained on them, my ears straining for the sound of anyone approaching behind me.

My mistake. The shape didn’t make a lot of sound.

A hand seized the collar of my shirt, yanked me back. I barely had time to gasp before I was flung to the ground, pebbles and sticks biting into my palms as I threw them out to catch myself.

I tried to scramble away, clawing at the forest floor, but he grabbed my shoulder and flipped me onto my back. His silhouette loomed, black against the trees, and I shrieked. He dropped to his knees, straddling me, gripped my throat and choked off my cry. Instinctively my hands flew to his wrist, squeezing, trying to pry him off.

In his other hand he held a huge kitchen knife. He raised it high. I struggled for breath. The knife plunged down, pierced through the left side of my chest at an expert angle. I could feel my heart beat around the steel of his blade once, twice, and then my vision tunneled around his blank, pale face, and I fell backward into that place that felt like sleeping.

It didn’t take me long to come to. It wasn’t like waking up. There was nothing gradual or gentle about it. One moment, oblivion; the next, breathing!  Thinking!  The residual clench of pain in my chest.

“Look who’s up,” Stu said. “Welcome back, living dead girl.”

“Thanks,” I muttered, sitting up, rubbing the place where Michael had stabbed me. “Goddamn, Mikey. I never saw that coming.”

He was wiping the blade of his knife on his jeans, smearing my blood across the denim. His mask hung from his free hand. “I know.”

“Where the hell were you?” Billy demanded. “Stu and I walked right through here.”

“Like I’m gonna tell you,” I scoffed.

“Come on, you gotta,” Stu said.

“No way. Four against one is plenty, I don’t need to be giving you hints.”

“She was on top of the rock,” Michael said helpfully.

“You bastard.”

“I knew it!” Stu clapped his hands. “I told you Billy, I could sense her!”

“You could not,” I said. “I watched you walk right past me. I could’ve pulled the mask off your fucking head.”

“Why didn’t you then?” he taunted.

I tugged at my shirt, examining the damage. The blood blended in with the black fabric, but the tear was pretty big. The clothes in my closet were lucky if they lasted a week. “Where’s Jason?”

“Here he comes,” Billy said.

The big man waved lazily at us as he climbed up the hill. He had donned his hockey mask somewhere between here and the green and he slid it off as he approached. Who won? he signed. Michael lifted a hand. Guess that means we’re going to the burger place, huh? 

“We just went there,” Billy groaned.

“Hey, if you’d just win for a change, we could hit up that taco truck,” I said.

“Shut up.”

“What’ll it be, Mikey?” I asked.

He shot Billy a smug look. “Milkshake sounds good.”

“Burgers it is.”

Billy groaned and rolled his eyes.

“Hey, you need to change?” Stu asked. “Maybe opt for the topless look?”

“Nah, I’m good. Barely a scratch. Nice try though.” He winked at me and clicked his tongue. I got to my feet, combing leaves out of my hair. “Man, I need a beer.”

Maybe we play Kings when we get back to the house?

“Hell yeah,” I said.

“You in a rush to lose again?” Billy said.

“You’re one to talk.”

“If you die drunk, would you come back sober?” Stu wondered aloud as we made our way down the hill.

“That’s a good question, I…don’t actually know.���

“Well let’s test it out.”

The woods fell silent behind us as we headed towards town. Just a group of college kids on a Friday night. A veritable pack of nightmares under the moon.

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Slasher Fanfiction

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[rabbitblackx]

Hiii! Happy Halloween!

May I please have the slashers (Michael ‘78, Jason, Freddy, Brahms) when their usually cheery and happy-go-lucky S/O tells them they want someone de*d? (Censoring just in case aha)

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Slashers when Cheerful!Reader tells them they want someone dead

Includes: Michael Myers (1978), Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger and Brahms Heelshire

Warning: Violence and sexual references

Michael Myers (1978)

*Head tilt*

Michael didn’t feel much, but it was safe to say he was a tad bit shocked when you said that. You, of all people… wanted someone dead?

Michael stalked this person, tracking them down to their house. Instead of killing them then and there, he dragged them kicking and screaming back to your place.

His white mask shone malevolently in the dark kitchen, void of emotion. Your wide eyes travelled down to the person restricted in his arms. Their head was bleeding and their mouth was covered by Michael’s hand, his other around their neck

“Michael…?”

He wasn’t going to kill them, he wanted you to do it

His black eyes were shadowed in darkness, but you knew what they said. In a silent exchange, you slowly slid open a drawer. The person struggled and screamed into Michael’s hand. Your fingers wrapped around the smooth handle of a knife, and you pulled it from the drawer

Michael watched in awe as you approached, shakily lifting the blade. He held the person against his chest, giving you access to their abdomen. You stabbed them over and over, much like how you learned from Michael. Their cries of pain soon died down to nothing but a gurgling death rattle. He threw the person roughly down to the kitchen floor, where their blood pooled around their limp body

Michael didn’t let you say anything. He thrusted you into a wall, making you squeak. He gripped your wrist tight, your hand still holding the bloody knife. He was completely infatuated with you in this moment. His hungry eyes traced down your body as he breathed heavily behind his mask. Though you had just literally killed someone, you could feel yourself coming back to your cheery self as his lustful gaze made you all giddy inside.

Michael gently grabbed your throat, and tugged you towards your bedroom

Jason Voorhees

Though he wouldn’t show it, he was a bit concerned when you weren’t as happy or cheery as you usually were. One morning in bed, as you both sat up, he gently wrapped his strong arms around your frame. A tired smile met your face, knowing that was how he sometimes asked, are you okay?

“I’m fine, Jacey. It’s just that…”

When you told him you wanted someone dead in that sweet little voice of yours, the arms around you stiffened. Rage overtook Jason’s thoughts. What did this person do to you? If you, cute and innocent you, wanted someone dead, they must’ve been the devil himself

That night, Jason left the woods and headed to the more suburban area of Crystal Lake. He was an excellent hunter, and found your foe real quick. He stood over their bed as they slept, their chest rising and falling with each breath. The person soon furrowed their brow and stirred, sensing the hateful eyes boring into them. Jason hardly gave them a moment to realise what was happening before he went in for the kill. He thrusted his machete down, over and over until they were spewing hot blood all over the bedsheets

Jason walked back home, pretty satisfied with himself. His mother was quite proud of him as well. But what excited him the most, was your own glowing words of praise. You were finally gonna be your happy self again!

Jason crept into the cabin, trudging towards your shared bedroom. You slept soundly within the sheets. Unlike his last victim, he would not wake you so rudely. He instead laid down next to you, bloody clothes and all. Jason wrapped his arms around you and pulled your back into his chest

“Mmm, Jason…?” You croaked

You could feel the fresh blood dampening the blanket. But alas, you were too tired to care. You also knew exactly who’s it was

“Love you, Jason.” You smiled

Jason rested his head on top of yours, cuddling against you affectionately

I love you too

Freddy Krueger

Instantly aroused😨😨

Freddy laughed evilly and licked his lips at you. Now we were talking! He loved that you were always happy and cheery, it was what made you so fun. But there was that small part of him that just wanted to ask, don’t you just wanna go ape shit?

He was gonna go kill them, sure. But in that moment, all he wanted was you. He slammed you against the wall and gripped your waist hard. Flirty giggles bubbled from your lips as he pulled you into a needy kiss

Freddy slithered into the person you wanted dead’s dreams like a fox to a chicken coop. He tormented them continuously, physically and mentally. He even interrogated them, shouting right in their face about you

“How dare you fucking touch them? You’re mine now, you little bitch!”

Couple slashes to the face later, Freddy waltzed his way over to your own dreams; his favourite place in the whole world. You greeted him with a wide smile and open arms, running up to him and attacking him in a hug. Freddy was careful with his bladed glove as he hugged you back

“It’s all taken care of, prince(ss). They won’t bother you ever again.”

Freddy pressed his chapped lips to yours, then shoved his bare hand under your shirt. Now the gory deed of his was done, he wanted you all to himself. You thought you could be all sexy, ask him to kill for you and then get away with it? Nuh-uh, babe! He was gonna eat you up

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms always adored how joyful you were. Whenever he felt blue, you were right there to cheer him up! What would he ever do without you?

One night, after reading Brahms a bedtime story in the most enthusiastic and engaging way possible, you gave him a goodnight kiss before cuddling up next to him in your shared double bed. Like usual, he fell asleep before you did, with his curls nestled against your chest. Just as you were about to drift off yourself, a loud crash sounded from downstairs. You nearly jumped out of your skin, becoming alert. You shook Brahms furiously awake, causing him to moan and groan in protest

“Brahmsy, I heard something from downstairs! I think there’s someone down there!”

You both leapt to your feet and snuck down to where you heard the noise. Just as you guessed, a burglar was in the living room, shoving old antiques and your tech into a duffel bag. He soon locked eyes with you, before looking over to Brahms. The burglar charged towards him, tackling him to the floor. The porcelain mask Brahms wore shattered into five large pieces, and laid at your feet. You screamed bloody murder as the two men began to tussle with each other. You kicked at the burglar, trying to get him off your boyfriend

Brahms ended up shoving him off, scrambling to his feet and looming over the smaller man. You looked to the broken mask on the floor, and a wave of anger hit you

“Kill him, Brahms.”

Before you could even realise what you just said, it was too late. Like a trained attack dog, Brahms threw himself onto the burglar. He straddled his hips, holding him down. He felt around for one of the shards of porcelain, and snatched one off the floor.

Brahms drove the jagged edge into the burglar’s throat. Your words echoed in his mind as he twisted the porcelain deep within the man’s jugular. He would do anything for you. You told him to do something, and he was straight on it. Always

When the burglar’s body stilled, Brahms lifted himself off him and stumbled over to you.

“Brahmsy…”

You threw your arms around him, and laid your head against his chest

“It’s okay, dear. I’ll protect you forever.” Brahms uttered in that deep, rich voice of his

[slasherhomo]

today another goofy day-

[onsunnyside]

💤. 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Stalker!Ari Levinson x reader (College AU)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | DARK THEMES AND ELEMENTS, SMUT - minors DNI, NON-CON, DARK!Ari Levinson, stalking, implied drugging. College IT!Ari, camboy!Ari, outcast!Ari, size difference: 6’8!Ari. non-consensual filming & posting, perving, somnophilia, dirty talk, daddy kink, dry humping, size kink, masturbation (f & m), slight cumplay. 

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Beware the quiet ones.

𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

𝗪/𝗖 | 1.3K

𝗔/𝗡 | this is my entry for @boxofbonesfic Friday the 13th Challenge, and I picked stalker. Here’s the Pinterest board. this is my first time participating in a challenge, so i'm a little nervous, but here we go !! this is a dark fic, the warnings have been given—if you don’t like it, don’t read. all mistakes are my own. [all asks & drabbles]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

˗��ˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“I’ll call you when it’s fixed or if anything c-comes up…” 

You nod, quickly gathering your things. His throat tightens, fingers itching for yours. “I-I could walk you home, I don’t have any more appointments today.” 

“It’s fine. I live on campus.” 

“But it’s getting dark—”

“I’m okay.” You repeat firmly, softening the blow with a smile, “but thank you, Ari, I appreciate it.” 

You don’t give him another chance to protest and leave. When you step out, the smell of rain engulfs you, cool air washing away any traces of him, but your goosebumps never leave. 

Whatever. At least it’s done. 

You flip up your hood and start the short trek home, forcing yourself not to glance back—even though you just know he’s watching from the window. 

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and since your coursework list was neverending, you had no choice but to book an appointment with the IT department. One click, one stupid click on a link was all it took for your laptop to go haywire and then completely unresponsive. 

You couldn’t afford to miss another deadline, even if that meant sitting face-to-face with the campus outcast. 

Nothing was wrong with being alone or preferring solitude, but Ari had a strange energy around him. It was suffocating and unsettling, either too quiet, too friendly, or too close. 

There weren’t many places for him to hide with his towering height and broad stature, yet he blended in almost too naturally, adapting to the surrounding space as if he belonged there—when that was far from the truth. He didn’t belong anywhere, regardless of how hard he tried to pretend so.

The only tell was the feeling of being watched. 

His blue eyes set in steely glare, dissecting you like one of those dead specimens on the aluminum tray.  

You had a lab with him one year, and you remember the shivers crawling up your spine when he smiled and made his way over. You thank the universe every day that Natasha slid into the free chair and asked very loudly if you’d be her partner.  

“He’s a fucking weirdo.” Natasha grumbled in disgust, glaring at his retreating back, “I don’t have to know him to know he’s into freaky shit.”

Rumours were always just gossip, ill judgment spreading around like wildfire but at this point, you’d believe anything about him, anything to fill that empty void of unease.

Was there any proof that he was into fucked up shit? Or that he was a dark web lurker or a disgusting pervert? No, but your gut told you to flee whenever he was around and that was enough.

Ari was a proud introvert, an odd balance between shy and awkwardly friendly. A small part of you pities him—the different, nerdy reject shrouded in alleged disturbed mystery. You’d never admit it but he was devilishly handsome and in an alternative dimension, he’d be exactly your type. 

In any other classes you shared, you purposefully arrived late so he couldn’t sit next to you and so far,  it’s kept him at bay. You felt weird around him but so did everyone else. 

If there were something truly wrong with him, all of those lingering suspicions would’ve exposed him by now, or at least that’s what you tell yourself.

It was easy to blame everything on stress, the pressure of school and your impending future weighing heavy on your shoulders. Like most lonely nights, you dive into the virtual passions of the Internet. 

With earbuds in, you scroll through the profiles, your gaze lingering on the lewd photos and biographies. One catches your attention, a little red ‘Top Hot 20’ pinned by the username and a teasing picture of flexed abs and a dark happy trail. You read over his most recent videos: 

Jerking off and cumming in library (almost caught) – public masturbation

Eating sleeping girlfriend’s wet pussy – puffy clit, spitting, pussy slapping

You tap on the last one:

Dry humping girlfriend while she sleeps – dirty talk, cum shot

Clean runners softly pad on the carpet floor, the blanket is pulled back and exposes the girl’s backside. The dim flash barely illuminates her body, just an outline of her figure bathed in the moonlight. His big hand caresses her thighs, wasting no time in rubbing over her core. 

Almost in a trance, you replicate his motions, tracing over your clothed slit as a quiet breath flutters from your lips, drowned out by his heavy groan.

“Look at you, all ready for daddy…” He rasps, his words slurred, “You knew what I needed tonight, huh?” He touches her petals, spreading the panty-clad folds, “Such a cute little pussy, Want me to fuck you?”  

She sleepily rocks against his hand and he laughs, silencing her murmurs with a hand on her back. He manhandles her as he pleases, tossing pillows and blankets to the floor before straddling the back of her thighs.

You exhale and dip your fingers beneath the band of your underwear, seeking that needy bundle. Tingles fill your tummy while you circle your hole, gathering your juices up to your clit. 

His fist squeezes his base and slides up to the angry red tip, smearing the pearly dribbles with his thumb. He’s thick and long, veins protruding from the smooth girth before disappearing under his bushy pubic hair. He grinds against her ass, his pre cum leaking all over her panties.

“You’re so fucking wet, I can smell you.” 

With heavy groans, he rocks against her and the camera shakes. Primal thrusts slide his solid cock between her cheeks, staining the poor cotton. His big hand lands a series of harsh spanks, they’re so hard you feel the burning sensation too. 

You fuck yourself with your fingers in time with his grinds and whine, imagining his fat length rubbing against you just like that. 

“One of these days I’m gonna rub my sack all over your cunt. Get you all messy.” A forceful thrust sends the girl sliding a few inches up the bed. “Awh, you dropped your stuffie, little dummy.” He reaches out of the frame and returns with a stuffed animal. 

It takes you less than a second to recognize the black and white spots. To your horror, he places the stuffie on a pillow and pets the head right between the small horns. 

“There we go, gotta make sure Milky is watching. You gonna be quiet for me now, baby?” He laughs, “oh, why am I even asking? It’s not like you can wake up anyway.” 

Your heart plummets to the ground, shattering every layer of the Earth until falling into the endless oblivion of space.

“Can’t wait to fuck your ass, maybe I’ll do it while you’re sleeping, just like how I ate your cute cunt.” He spits, roughly groping her—your flesh, “bet you woke up all sore. Was wondering why you were so sensitive, like someone tortured your pussy.” He curses lowly and his hips stutter,  “sorry for bein’ so mean. You make me into a fucking animal.” 

All air is yanked from your body when his cum spurts out, covering your panties and lower back. He groans shamelessly, jerking off with his own seed to expel every last drop before pulling down the back of your stained panties. He rubs it into your skin like a sick claim of ownership. 

“I love you so much, baby. You have no fuckin’ clue.”

Despite the lightheadedness, you scroll to the comments. Every blink momentarily focuses your blurry vision on the bright screen: 

Cute stuffed animal lol

should’ve taken her panties off. I wanted to see that pretty pussy

damn, she’s knocked out cold. How does she sound when she’s awake?

MrSinister: absolutely divine. She’ll be awake in my next video, I promise.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: my oh my 🫡 i feel very dirty, like i need to physically scrub my brain from this whore behaviour. happy Saturday besties.

𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞! be sure to check out the other fics for bones' challenge !!

As always, I hope you all enjoyed this and I’d love to hear your thoughts/feedback !! <3 — ☼ 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐊𝐨-𝐟𝐢 ☼

I don’t do taglists anymore. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐅𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 & 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲: @𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

[creepswrites]

Hola ví que está abierto y quería solicitar un Jason, Billy Lenz y Lester (si querés más) con una s/o que tiene mala cara siempre y un poco malumorada con los demás menos con ellos? Si no querés ignorame, besos y buenas noches (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

i don't speak spanish but google translate said "Hello, I saw that you are open and I wanted to request a Jason, Billy Lenz and Lester (if you want more) with an s/o that always has a bad face and is a bit grumpy with the others except with them? If you don't want to ignore me, kisses and good night (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)" so!! i hope this is what you asked for!

SLASHERS w/ a GN! S/O who has a grumpy face with others but not them

JASON VOORHEES

Sometimes other camp counselor potentials would show up, trying to give Camp Crystal Lake a fresh start, but Jason stopped them at every turn

You'd been a fresh, potential counselor once. But, of course, Jason put an end to that

You stayed with him though

You heard the story of the young boy who drowned and your heart just melted

So you and Jason became close. You were different to him, you weren't interested in sex and drinking

When Jason first met you, you'd been staring at one of your fellow counselors with an annoyed face

At first, he'd thought you were angry with them, but he learnt your face was just like that

Resting bitch face, you'd called it

But the way you just lit up when you saw him... it made him feel special

He loved when he'd spot you brooding and how you'd just smile at him, like your smile was just for him only

Jason feels honored that you only look happy around him

BILLY LENZ

You were part of the sorority where Billy had been staying

As he'd been stalking you and the rest of your sorority sisters, he'd learnt your behaviors and mannerisms

Particularly, he noticed how you never seemed to smile

You always looked perpetually annoyed by everyone and everything, which he found amusing

Even when you had to deal with his calls, your face never really changed

But when you finally met him?

You'd actually smiled, which made Billy's stomach hurt and he wanted to throw up from how sweet you were

You were always kind to him, careful to not overwhelm him when you held hands or kissed, and you always looked at him with a soft smile that made him melt

He'd bite you sometimes, trying to cope with how you made him feel, but you'd just laugh and kiss his head and talk to him

It made him feel special, that you weren't like that with anyone else other than him

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester had first met you when you'd arrived to town, standing on the side of the road looking pissed beyond belief at the flat tire your car had

Your friend had been with you and you'd looked so annoyed he would've assumed your friend was the one who ruined the tire

But when you'd looked over at him, your face just softened into a shy smile

And Lester felt how red his face got, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he stuttered through talking to you

Once you started dating, he'd come visit you in the nearby town where you lived, bringing you flowers and blushing like a maniac

You'd always smile at him though, laughing brightly whenever he'd stumble over complimenting you

Sometimes he'd catch you talking with others before you noticed him, a bitter look on your face until you turned and saw him, lighting up like the sun

He was obsessed with you, like your happiness was only for him

[tonixe]

"Oh Micheal..."

notes: I'm back and for real this time, school kicked my ass and I'll going to try to answer all the requests and publish all of them, sorry guys for not uploading xx.

PTS: HAPPY HALLOWEEN, MIGHT BE LATE OR EARLY.

warning: smut, p in the v, creampie, readers a virgin, non-con to semi-con, penetration, and BJ.

pairing: micheal myers x fem!reader

word counter: 2.2k

The old rusty clock, the arms of the clock moving to what you think is taking its sweet time. Laying down your head on your desk, looking at your friend who was sitting to the right of you, Laurie Strode. You guys knew it each other since middle school, and your moms are parents too which put some relations between you guys.

Finally, the bell rang as you got up took your books, and walked to Laurie who was just packing up like you, "Laurie, what are you doing on Halloween night?" I asked, putting my back on the side of my shoulder, and leaning down on her desk. "Im going to babysit Tommy today, he's my neighboorhood' kid, and they're going to be busy this Halloween," Laurie muttered before you guys started walking out of the classroom to the the hallway. It was usually loud during between periods, but it was the end of the day. -And it was Halloween, "So, what are you going to do this Halloween?" I heard Laurie mention, turning my head towards her realizing I virtually didn't have any plans this year, I was too old for trick or treating and I wasn't going to some dumb Halloween party being hosted.

"Hm, never thought about it before.." I said, looking down the hallway, it was pretty packed with people getting their stuff out of their locker. "Maybe I'll just hang out with you while you babysit, don't wanna be alone on Halloween" I exclaimed, "So.. you're just going to watch some Halloween movie with the kid and give him snacks and shit like that," I asked.

"Probably" She giggled, "maybe some jack o' lanterns if he's lucky," she said, we walked out of the school building, hearing Lynda screaming out names, as she got to us. She was heaving, leaning back, "Where the hell were you guys going?" She exclaimed, "Home" I looked at Laurie and we laughed together, "Come on guys" She groaned, and we walked down the pavement, to the street crossing to our high school.

Haddonfield was a quiet place until 1963, with a kid named Micheal who murdered his own sister, i heard of it everywhere. Different stories and various, it was cruel. I learned from it with my dad's old newspapers, with the letter bold of what the young elementary kid did. "HEY," We heard some yelling again, before Lynda lit her cigarette, smoking it. She turned her head, "It's Annie" She said, "You guys didn't wait for me at all" She yelled, "We did, like 15 minutes and you totally did show" Before we started walking again, Lynda and Annie sharing a cigarettes, as she shared what happen.

"Paul really dragged you to the locker room" I giggled, "Yeah, and he got grounded so he won't be coming over to mine tonight" She blew out the smoke from her lips. "Laurie whatcha thinking about?" I asked, "I forgot my chemistry book!" she groaned, rubbing her head. "So what! I forgot all my books, like my math book, chemistry, English, and more" Lynda started ranting, "Even my French book" She giggled. Before a car started driving across the road, grabbing Laurie's attention, I noticed looking at the direction she was looking at, "Isn't that Van Grahm?" Lynda said, "I don't think so.." Laurie whispered.

"I think he's cute" She smiled out, as we all watched the car drive before Annie said something, "Hey jerk! Speed kills!" She yelled before we noticed the car stopping in its tracks. My heart was beating fast against my chest, waiting for something to happen before it started driving.

"Phew" I muttered, "Sometimes Annie you're going to get us in some deep trouble," Laurie said.

"Totally," Lynda said. Before we all started walking down the pavement.

I was at Laurie's house sitting down on the couch, she was babysitting a kid named Tommy Doyle, and he was glued to the TV screen watching some kid Halloween movie, i was bored so I watched some of it.

I heard the doorbell ringing as I got up from the couch walking to the door, "I'll get it, Laurie!" Looking into the peephole, it was Annie and her little sister. I opened the door, "It's Annie and her sister" I yelled out, "I didn't know you were going to be here Annie" I said, "Yeah, just need my sister to be here, so I can go to Paul's place" She said, "I thought he was grounded?" I questioned, "he is but his parents are going to be out" She gave me a sneaky smile.

I and Annie were in the middle of a conversation after that Annie left to go back to her house, I put on some different Halloween movies as I walked to the kitchen with Laurie preparing the jack o' lanterns, "Those are so good jack o' later" I pointed at the pumpkins, "Thanks" she said, "Could you make some popcorn for Tommy and Lindsay?" She asked, "Sure" I took some of the microwave popcorn popping it into the microwave setting the timer, before leaning back on the counter.

"So this is how you're going to spend your whole Halloween" I asked, "Yeah, but it's a little fun" She confessed, "How is taking care of two brats fun?"

"I don't know maybe because I have something to do" She shrugged

We spoke until we heard yelling from Tommy, Me and Laurie ran to the living room, "Boogeyman!" He screamed before he grabbed our attention, I rushed to him, "Where?" I said, looking at the window he was pointing to, "Y/N, did you add anything?" she asked, as she held Lindsay, "Nope, nothing there Tommy" I said, "Oh, stop Tommy stop that, there no one there" Laurie said,

"Nobody believes me" Tommy muttered, "I do Tommy," Lindsay said, as they sat down on the couch. Some part of me believed what Tommy said, especially with all the mysterious things that were happening around Haddonfield, "Is there a boogeyman" I whispered looking through the blinds, before I stepped back and sat down on the sofa. A few minutes passed and I got stuck watching some random movie with the kids. The phone started ringing and Laurie got up to answer it, "Are you fooling around again?" she put her hand on her hips before her eye faltered, "I'll kill if this is a joke" I turned my head, "Annie" she repeated to the phone before she quickly put the phone back on the charge.

"Who called?" I asked, "Annie" she said, looking at the window before trying to call her again. "Hold on, could you watch them for me?"

"Sure," I said. A few minutes passed before I looked at the time, "Okay, guys it's time to go to bed" I said, "But it's so early" Tommy groaned, "Well, you guys should be up to date, now bed, now" I watched them as they got up the stairs going to a room, "Now, where the hell is Laurie" I whispered.

I watched some TV, waiting for her, almost falling asleep, I heard banging from the door, and Laurie screaming from behind, I quickly opened it as she shut the door behind her locking it and turning off the lights. Running the phone, putting in the policy number. Her clothes were ripped and she was scared, "Laurie, what happened?" I asked worriedly. She put down the phone, becoming more frantic. "Where's Tommy and Lindsay?"

"There sleeping, right now" I said, stretching my arms, "Laurie what the hell to you?" I pointed to her clothing. "Tommy was right, something is outside" she heaved pushing me down as she was down hiding behind the couch, before she saw a figure. There were armed with a bloody knife, I screamed, backing up before Laurie stabbed the intruder with a large crochet needle. "What the fuck" my eye widen, my heart pounding.

"Come" Laurie grabbed my hand, and we ran some else to the house, hiding from the intruder, "W-what is going on.." I whispered, "Be quiet" she whispered back. Hearing footsteps creeping, the hit didn't affect him. "I'll going to be right back," she said, quietly getting away from where you were, I was scared my heart to my chest.

I held my breath as he got closer, before I saw his knife beside me, I screamed before running up the stairs, my legs had never gone that fast before, I ran upstairs locking the door behind me, before I leaned back, a knife was inserted. As I screamed, crawling back further down. The shadow broke the door as I saw up and personal, he had a white mask with hair and was in a coverall.

"Please," I said, feeling tears on my cheeks, as I crawled back, "please, I won't tell anyone," I said, as he got closer to me his knife in hand, before stopping. I looked up at him, I couldn't see anything but the window did something showing his big shadow.

I felt my body trembling, as I breathed in. I didn't know what to do, looking at him. "What do you want.." I yelled, he didn't respond to me, blankly staring at me.

An idea came into my head and made me feel shameful for doing it but I crawled towards him and looked at him, he didn't lower his knife it seemed like he was frozen in the same position he had before.

My hands were on the waist part of his pants before I felt his hand grabbing mine, I was scared but he released them. Maybe what I had in my head was right, pulling his pants fully down. There was an evident bulge poking out. I held my breath, my thighs rubbing against each other, it was huge.

I had second thoughts of doing it but it looked like he wanted it.

Taking off his boxer revealing his cock sprang out, and the tip was red. I bit my lip, looking up at him, there wasn't a response just silence. Licked the pre-cum oozing out, looking up, he was just staring at me. I started taking him into my mouth, my jaw got tired, felt it hitting the back of my mouth, and it wasn't fully in. Tears on my waterline, before I felt some hands on the back of my head, shoving his dick into my mouth.

Some saliva dripped out of my mouth, breathing through my mouth. I heard his groans, as he kept face fucking me. I put my hands on his thighs, trying to stabilize before I felt hot loads going down my throat before he released his hands over me. I gasped, breathing. My salvia connects to the pink tip of his dick.

Rubbing my legs, feeling my cunt getting wetter, looking up at the intruder. It felt shameless that I was getting horny off of this, rubbing myself. Feeling his hands on me, he forcefully took off my panties underneath my skirt, flipping my skirt up and revealing my cunt. The cold air hitting it made me feel tense. I propped my elbows on the floor, "Wait, please!" I cried out, feeling a sharp pain inside of me, making my body jolt up.

I whimpered out in pain, feeling his large hands on my hips. Thrusting up into my g-stop, making me moan, turning my head. My walls spasming around his cock, his hips smacking into my pelvis, making my moans tremor. "F-fuck" I groaned.

My body jolted with every rhythmic smack to my pelvis. I didn't know why I enjoyed it, I should be in fear by now, but I'm just savoring every moment. Feeling a hot sensation in my lower core, feeling his cock hitting my stop, making me bend my back.

Before I saw a white flash in my eyes, a loud moan ripped out of my throat, I gripped the sheets beneath me. "P-please" I whispered, my eyes feeling heavy. He didn't stop, thrusting into me, making me bend in a sort of way. My skin felt sticky with sweat on my body, I breathed out and in. His rhythm getting sloppier, feeling his hand on my legs.

Lifting them, as he plunges into me, his groans getting louder. feeling him inside of me in parts I didn't know existed. Bending over in ecstasy. Before I felt hot loads inside of me, making me hot.

My chest rose slowly, my eyes looking at him lazily. "Please.." I whispered, his grip still on me. I felt his dick soften inside of me.

Feeling his grasp coming off me, I put my head down. My body feeling tired, and before I felt myself closing my eyes. The last thing I saw was the intruder leaving, I tried to get him but he disappeared.

the only thing I saw when I woke up was Laurie, she had a towel wrapped around my body, the police checking the house and a doctor, I think his name was Mr. Loomis was with us.

"What did he do to you" I heard Laurie whisper to me, I didn't say anything just look at the house, which soon filled with police officers. I felt something dripping down my leg, squeezing my leg. I remember the shameful thing I did with him, biting my lip.

[multific]

Worry

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Summary: When one evening Jason leaves, you expected him to be back soon, but he seem to have gone missing, and your worry grows by the minute. 

"Jason?" you looked around the forest, but couldn't see him. 

One of his bells went off during the night, signalling that someone was on your property. and your husband, being as protective as he was, immediately rushed to go and find the person or people.

You stayed behind, but now it was the next day, late afternoon and there was no sight of Jason. You knew he cannot die, but nothing stops them from taking him from you, displaying him as if he was an animal or something.

"Jason?" you tried again but nothing, only the usual forest sounds, no movement from a person.

You frowned and slowly walked back to your cabin.

This was rather unusual of Jason. He would go out, yes, but he would always be back in a couple hours, with a body, but he would be back.

In the end, you just sat at home, trying to figure out which bell was the one that sounded off. But you didn't have any luck. And not it was dark outside, so for sure, you didn't want to go out. 

Instead, you sat by the window, trying to see him, waiting for him. 

You fell asleep by the window in a very uncomfortable position. 

When you woke up in the morning, Jason was still nowhere to be found, and this time, after breakfast, you looked around in the old cabins. 

You really started to panic now.

"Jason!" you yelled again, into the woods hoping he would hear you and come back to you.

But of course, no reply came, no Jason to be found. You rushed back to your home and sat on the couch.

Your mind kept going to the worst scenarios as you tried to calm yourself. You couldn't help but imagine that this time maybe they really managed to kill him.

You wanted to cry but you couldn't, you needed to stay strong and just wait it out. 

He would be back to you, you knew it. He would always come back to you.

That evening, you did anything to keep your mind off of Jason. You begged he would just come home.

You heard the front door open and heavy steps echoed through your home.

It had to be him.

As the person turned the corner, you noticed the bloody machete in his hands but you soon found yourself rushing into his arms.

"I was so worried." you said as you squeezed him, your arms couldn't reach around him all the way, but you tried your best. "I thought they did something to you." you said as you pulled back, his hands on your back, holding you close. "Never disappear like that again please. I was so worried."

Jason was a bit taken aback. He knew you loved him, but seeing your eyes fill with tears because you were so worried. And he was just out there, hunting a group of kids who got on his property.

He pulled you close again, holding you to his chest as he silently apologized.

He would make sure next time he leaves, he comes back to you, let you know he's okay before going off again. He promised himself he would do that to ease your mind. 

After all, he cannot let his wife be unhappy. 

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[joelswritingmistress]

Camp Crystal Lake Masterlist ( Joel Miller fanfiction)

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

[slasherstories123]

heyy, if you're still doing stuff, I was wondering if you could do hcs for if Jason's s/o died in the river (maybe being killed by campers who didn't like them for dating jason) an then they came back to life- (somehow, y'know the camp is cursed)-and became a murderer like Jason but still loved him. I just randomly had the idea!

Jason’s reaction to you coming back to life

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When he saw you die, that man was devastated. He blamed himself for it and it made him even more angry knowing that he lost the only person besides his mother who truly loved him despite him being a killer and his deformity’s

He became more aggressive and angrier than anything, not showing campers or trespassers any mercy when he kills them. Each kill was brutal, even putting more traps out just to catch them.

His hands would always hurt due to how hard he gripped that machete, but he did it for you. He’s avenging your death just like how he did for his mother. But what he didn’t expect was to run into you as he was killing a trespasser.

As he was killing a man he heard a female scream, finding it weird since he didn’t hear her step or get caught in any of his traps so he followed her screams, seeing you there with one of his old weapons, his axe. Swinging forward and cut her back to where it was nothing but blood gushing out. Picking her up with great strength and throwing her down a hill that had rocks and sticks, practically killing her on the way down.

Your chest was moving at a rapid pace, eyes filled with nothing but rage. You noticed someone staring at you, looking over and seeing Jason. You dropped the axe, seeing your boyfriend rushing over to you and hugging you tightly.

If he could cry, he could, but his body trembled, you hugged him back, feeling safe again despite being like him now. “Hello to you too Jace…”

Your voice was raspy, but he still understood you, you still looked terrible, nearly looking like him but your skin wasn’t… rotten. Like his was.

He was so happy to have you back to him, but now that you’re a killer, he promised himself and to you that he’ll have your back when it comes to killing.

Jason taught you more skills and how to be stealthy like him, at first he didn’t like you killing, but you insisted too many times to where he accepted it. After a while, he started to be glad that he never said no to you.

[casualpersonapersonpeach]

I'm in terrible pain on my neck and and shoulder-blades, so I needed comfort from my favorite slashers. You know the pain you get on your neck and upper-back that you can hardly turn or rotate your head or lift your arms up without hurting yourself?

Well I was hoping if you can write where the slashers (Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, and your choice of slasher) help their S/O through the days with bad muscle joints (such as brushing their hair, lift heavy stuff, get them dressed, etc.) But the S/O whimpers a bit, not just in pain but how bad they felt for having their hubbies do this sort of labor for them. I can imagine that the slashers would have such big hearts.

Hey! I have experienced this a few times before. It's awful 😭. Sorry again it took me so long to get this done! I hope you enjoy !!!

Slashers nursing their injured S/O

Includes Jason Voorhees, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, and a silent brother 💀 DISCLAIMER: i know u can't be with a silent brother but this is MY PAGE so Idc 😭💀 i can't be bothered trying to figure out the technicalities lol.

Jason Voorhees

It was 3 am when you screamed out in pain when you tried to roll onto your other side, and jason jolted to your side immediately.

There was such an intense pain in your neck, you could hardly move. So jason signs " What's the matter, love???! What's wrong??" He stares at you with anxious eyes.

You explain what's wrong in a few huffs. He finally understood. He can't recall if this is something he's ever experienced before, maybe when he was little and his mother, Pamela, would have taken such great care of him.

He thinks he should be attentive to you like his mother was to him, and he assures you anything you need he is willing to do in a heartbeat.

He allows you to sleep in, and as you awake in the late morning, you find jason sitting at your bed side with some herbal tea he mustered from the forest. He crawls to your side and signs "I'm going to sit you up, please tell me if it hurts. I promise I'll hold your head as gently as possible". He lifted you so slowly and gently as he rested you against his chest. With one hand he holds your head and the other guides the tea for you to sip as you please.

Jason is so worried about you. What if you get worse? He's too worried thinking the worst when you may have just pulled a muscle and need a rest day.

Once he knows you're done, he carries you so carefully into the bathtub, he thinks some warm water will help ease your muscles. After washing you, he wraps you in a towel and sits you in his lap as he gets a brush and combs through your wet hair slowly and methodically.

You let out a whimper and he freezes like a deer in headlights. "Did I hurt you darling??". "No, it just feels so nice. Thank you my love, you've been doing so much for me. I feel so bad about it". He signs back- "Don't be silly, it's not a burden for me, I just want to make sure you're okay".

Jason notices you start to get tired, so he gets your pyjamas and puts your clothing on for you, guiding your limbs so that he can do the work for you.

He lays you in bed and wraps you in as many furs and blankets as he can to help aid you and holds you so closely, in hopes to send you to sleep.

Bubba Sawyer

The day prior, you had been helping bubba out in the field. He insisted that you stay inside, away from the wretched texan heat, but to no avail.

You were helping bubba repair some fences along the property line and carrying some of the new wooden planks.

When you awoke the next day, you couldn't even move without being in so much pain. The wood was older and so heavy. Your shoulders felt like they were on fire. You felt so weak. Bubba knew the exact feeling, so when he heard you yelp in pain, it was almost like he didn't need to ask.

He blurted out a few sounds, and since you knew bubba so well, you could tell what he was saying through his behaviours, sounds and expressions. You mustered up enough strength to say "My neck, it's sore. I can't move".

Drayton didn't care that you were in pain, he demanded that you and bubba were to go back out in the fields. Bubba tried to stand up for you, but Drayton blew a fuse.

Bubba had come up with a plan to ensure you wouldn't have to lift a finger, and to keep his brothers rage at bay.

Bubba signals that he just needs a few minutes. He runs outside and grabs a sun chair, a tall pole and big umbrella, along with a beer crate with a cold drink of tea for you. He set up the chair with some pillows so you could rest and be protected from the heat.

Bubba lifts you carefully, and walks you out to his nice set up for you. He carefully places you down, and kneels beside you. He looks at you with so much love and affection.

You grunt as you adjust in your seat. "Thank you so much Baby. This means the world to me. I love you, but I can't help but feel guilty that you're doing all this work. And I'm just sitting here" He replies with sounds as what you could guess as "I love you too, baby. Rest up. I don't want you to worry".

Bubba didn't mention his third part of the plan. He wanted you to watch him out in the heat working hard, admiring him. While he got to show off and impress his dear s/o.

When the sun begun to set, and you had finished your cup of iced tea, bubba carries you back home. He promises he will get you a nice, hearty meal and get you to bed early. There wasn't anywhere else you wanted to be.

Thomas Hewitt

You were out on a walk in a forest nearby the farm with Thomas. You felt a slight pinch in your neck, so you stopped for a second. Thomas looked at you with concern as you reassured him "I'm alright, my necks just a little sore".

You two continued your hike till nightfall, you two cuddled up into bed and slept. You awoke at 12 am, feeling disoriented as you struggled to turn over. Thomas woke up and was a little confused but certainly concerned.

He held you and comforted you till you slept again. He always thought sleep was the best medicine. When it came to the morning, he realised that his methods of sleeping off pain didn't always work.

He started to feel guilty about trying to get you to sleep it off. He knows it was well intended, but he hated to imagine how much pain you were in. What if you thought he was dismissing you? He made a silent vow to make it up to you.

Thomas helped you shower. He wishes that the water cylinder was in better condition so the water wasn't so... Lukewarm. You barely noticed it since you were in so much pain anyways.

He leaned you against his body as he used the loofa on you, gently washing and caressing you. He had remembered something about lavender oil being relaxing, so after he dried you off, he decided to massage some onto your body.

He made an effort to pay special attention to your shoulders and your calf muscles.

You couldn't help but feel bad that he was doing so much for you, while also having to balance hard work and his.... less than conventional family.

"Thomas.. you really didn't have to do all of this for me. What If your uncles get upset at you?"

All he does is look at you, and shushes you. You know he only means to assure you it's okay. He will manage to shoulder it.

You fall asleep again to his touch. Once Thomas is certain you are comfortable in your slumber, he leaves the room to go about his daily chores. The only thing consuming his mind is you, hoping his efforts might have helped you recover, even just a little.

Michael Myers

Michael was on another one of his... late night hunts when you decided you should get some sleep. You woke up in the late afternoon, to Michael just sitting upright in your shared bed sneaking candy corn up his mask to eat.

The sight of your big, tough man so sneakily eating candy make you burst into laughter. He had seemed like a child sneaking into the lounge on early Christmas morning to open his presents much before anybody was awake.

Quickly that laughter turned into yelping in pain. The intensity of your laugh had awakened such an intense pain in your neck mainly, but also your shoulders and the rest of your body.

Michael was very confused at first. He thought you were just hiding some sort of gremlin laugh from him. But soon after he realised you were genuinely just in pain.

He quickly cradled your face, he wanted you to explain to him what was wrong. And after you had told him, he decided he needed to do anything about it.

He went to get you a glass of water. Would that help? He gently sat you up against him, reminding you to let him move you. He tried to feed you the glass of water, but this sort of thing (being affectionate) was so unfamiliar to him before you came into his life.

His body wasn't quite used to making such gentle and slow movements. It was almost like his fine motor skills were learning something so brand new.

Before he knew it, his hands were shaky and he spilt the water on your (his) shirt. He huffed in frustration. Why couldn't he do this? Surely it wasn't so hard. You assured him "It's okay Michael, you're just trying to help me. Trust me it's okay".

Michael is the most stubborn person (or thing?) to exist ever, so it took him a while to stop pouting and swallow his pride. He realised he needed to get you out of that wet shirt though.

He gestured that he would change your clothes. He lifted off your shirt, wiped you down and gently put a fresh shirt on you. Hey, would you look at that. He's finally getting the hang of this.

Though he wouldn't let anybody live if they had witnessed soft michael. Only you get to see this side of him.

Michael got some of his favourite candies from his secret stash he never shared. But how could he resist this time?. You were in pain, and maybe this would help since you couldn't really do too much today, or maybe even for the next few days.

He handed you the plate, and you could tell that there was a childish grin on his face.

"oh Michael, you shouldn't have. This is so sweet of you.. I'm sorry I'm not of much help right now" Michael just put a finger to your lips to shush you.

He promised he'd take care of all the chores, and cooking while you needed to recover. Worry not my sweet one.

The Silent Brother

LMAO THIS ONE IS NOT A SLASHER IK ITS JUST FOR MY OWN FAN SERVICE 💀💀💀

You were visiting your lover in secret. Well, only you thought it was going to be secret, the silent brothers can read your mind anyways.

You found the secret entrance to their layer in the city of bones, so you walked in quietly. You were beginning to feel light headed and this continuous pinch in your neck.

You thought nothing of it and traveled lower into the chambers to see your lover. All of the brothers knew what was going on. And not that they couldn't approve of it, they didn't really see themselves getting in between you two. That was for their brother to decide if this is truly part of his will.

You run to him and embrace him, and he stands there so stiff and awkwardly, he wraps his arms around you.

It's not that he doesn't enjoy this, it's just such a forgotten sensation. He had sacrificed so many parts of his humanity, so he didn't think much of these mortal affections.

You tell him that you just wanted to see him. But in the back of your mind, you're wondering why this annoying pain isn't going away. And you begin to wonder why it keeps growing more intense.

He reads your mind, and speaks to you telekinetically, in such a husky voice. "You've done something to your neck I presume. Do not worry. I will take care of this".

He leads you to an empty room and guides you to sit down. He raises his scarred hands to your neck and uses some healing magic to help you. "It'll take half of an hour to work. Just sit here with me until you feel better my love".

You sigh and lean into him, as he wraps an arm around you. Being with somebody like him was so strange. He had so little of his humanity left in him. He seemed cold, less emotional and like he was so out of this realm.

But that's what you really loved about him. He was mysterious and otherworldly. No one could compare to a creature like him. He was the most interesting being you ever laid your eyes on.

And he was strangely attentive, in his own way of course. It just enticed you further and further down this spiral with him. All that you knew is that you deeply loved each other. And how love can be shown in such different, and strange ways.

[welcometowhore-rrorville]

𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎, 𝒥𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓎

Featuring: Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Art the Clown 

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: creepy men, murder, cat-calling, murder boyfriends coming to the rescue (sort of), kind of more protective than jealousy but still, suggestive content, i will probably make more of these if wanted 

Jason

You never have the opportunity to interact with others, usually, most often staying behind in your shared cabin as Jason lurks around the camp. 

Still, there are times where it happens, though rare.

Specifically, there was a time you were near the water’s edge, a swimsuit on as you dipped your feet into the cool water.

Jason was out somewhere, leaving you alone as you watched the sun begin to set.

You moved to wade into the water, but a voice behind you caught you off guard.

“Hey, sweetheart,” a male called, and you turned to spot a man in hiking clothes with a map in his hands.

You raised a brow. How did someone manage to get all the way back here?

“What are you doing here?” you asked, leaving the shore to meet the man in a grassy clearing. 

“I was trying to find an old camp, but it seems like I found something even better,” he replied, a smile on his face that made you cringe.

You frowned. “You should leave.”

“Don’t be like that, baby, c’mon! I can’t leave a poor girl like you all alone out here! There’s some real bad guys out there, ya know.”

You recoiled when he tried to place a hand on your shoulder.

You crossed your arms. 

“It’s not me you have to worry about,” you replied. “Now go back the way you came.”

The man stepped closer to you again, and you were forced to back up until the lake water lapped at your heels. 

“Don’t be scared, honey,” he cooed.

You were about to let out a frustrated groan when you spotted a familiar hulking figure looming near the cabin.

A smile appeared on your lips, and you shot a small wave.

The man noticed your actions, and turned, only to stumble backwards and splash into the water at the sight.

Jason had returned.

Disregarding the man, you trotted to Jason, standing on your tip-toes to plant a soft kiss to his mask. 

You looked to see a machete in his hand, already dripping with a dark red substance.

“Jay-baby,” you whispered, leaning against his solid chest. “I almost thought something happened to you.”

A large hand rested on the small of your back, and you felt him nestle his face into your hair. 

He grunted in response before gently guiding you behind him. 

Though he didn’t say, you could tell he was upset, and you simply watched as he trudged over, large lumbering steps leaving massive footprints in their wake.

The terrified hiker finally scrambled upwards and out of the water, but he only made it a few stumbled steps before Jason grabbed him by the back of his shirt, yanking him backwards.

You knew what would happen next, and so turned your back.

Jason hated when you saw him kill, though you never really minded, but you still wanted to respect his concerns.

Screams echoed behind you as you climbed the steps and swung open the door to the small cabin.

“Wash up when you’re done!” you called out. “I’ll be waitin’ inside!” 

Freddy

Though he’s only really present in your dreams, you know he can see every mundane thing you do, including your trip to the supermarket.

He’s a crazy dream demon who thrives on blood and violence, so it’s no surprise he’ll jump at the chance to eviscerate anyone who dares to talk to you.

You stepped inside the small store, grabbing a cart and swinging your purse inside.

You only needed a few things for dinner, and prayed nobody would be stupid enough to catch your attention.

The rumor was you were cursed, since everyone who ever attempted anything was always found dead, mutilated in ways previously unseen—all in their own beds.

You didn’t mind, a loner anyways, and it’s not like you were ever really alone.

You grabbed a can off the shelf, tossing it into your cart before continuing down the aisle.

A man blocked the way, his own cart by his side as he examined a section of cans.

“Excuse me,” you called, catching his attention.

He looked to you, smiling bashfully before swinging his cart to the side so you could pass.

“My bad,” he replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You’re okay,” you said, beginning to pass by him.

“Wait—” he spoke, a hand shooting out to land on your shoulder softly. 

You flinched, turning around.

“I’m new in town—any idea where to get a cup of coffee around here?”

“Try Starbucks just up the road. See you around.”

“Would you, umm, mind showing me?”

You let out a sigh. “I’ve got a dinner to make. Sorry.”

With that, you left the man alone in the aisle, your hands gripping the cart handle. 

You knew you’d never see that man alive again.

Sure enough, as soon as you fell asleep that night, you appeared in a darkened room, looking just enough like your bedroom to make you believe you’d woken up, but you knew you didn’t go to sleep in crotchless lingerie.

You rolled your eyes. “This is a bit tacky, don’t you think?” 

A presence made itself known in the corner of the dream room, and you shot Freddy an annoyed look.

He stepped close enough to brush his clawed glove against your cheek. “Would you rather be naked?”

“You’re a jealous bastard, you know,” you replied, your own hand resting over his glove. “He was just being nice.”

“He’s not anything anymore—” he laughed wickedly— “that weasel drowned in his own blood.”

You leaned into his touch, letting him push you back against the soft blanket. 

You noted a particularly devious glint in his eye, and if he still had enough skin to show it, you knew his cheeks would be flush with excitement. 

“You’re lucky I think you’re hot when you’re angry,” you teased. “Else I might actually get mad at being the talk of the town.” 

Art

Despite his refusal to talk, his over-exaggerated facial expressions always let you know what he’s thinking.

One such facial expression appeared on his white-covered face as you chatted to a man in a Halloween store, trying to get some help in finding a costume. 

 You thought it would be cute to surprise your clown with a clown costume of your own, but this man wasn’t any help, and you could tell the only reason he still chatted with you was the direct line of sight to your low cut tank top.

Finally, you brushed him off, deciding to look around yourself.

“Let me know if you need anything, little lady!”

You grit your teeth, trying to ignore his eyes still on your back as you flicked through the hanging costumes.

Finally, you found something that looked decent, and begrudgingly walked up to the counter.

“Wanna try it on first?” the man asked, a dirty smile on his face upon seeing the short black and white dress.

You resisted the urge to climb over the counter and fight him, but luckily a certain someone caught your attention.

You looked over to the changing rooms, locking eyes with a familiar murderous clown. 

He peeked his head out from the changing room curtain, shooting you a toothy grin.

“Sure,” you finally replied, taking the costume back and heading towards where you just saw Art disappear back behind the curtain.

You stepped inside and pulled the curtains closed, seeing Art sitting lazily on the bench.

You smirked, shaking the revealing costume at him.

“You thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”

You grinned when he smiled widely, hand reaching out to snatch the dress off the hanger. 

You knew that peeping tom cashier would want to sneak a peek soon enough, and it didn’t take long before you saw his shoes standing just outside the curtain.

You sat, still in your regular clothes, feet up on the bench.

Finally, the curtain slid open just slightly, and the man recoiled when his eyes met those of Art.

He sported the short dress, and he put his hands under his chin, batting his eyelashes.

The man’s lips curled into a disgusted frown, but quickly changed into a look of fear when he spotted the large hatchet dangling from Art’s gloved hand.

You waved from behind the slasher, a soft smile on your face. “Like what you see?”

The man didn’t have a chance to scream before the hatcher buried itself deep within his skull.

You stood up, giving your lover a cheeky grip to his rear end. “You should wear this more often,” you teased.