#yandere friday the 13th

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

Jason Voorhees/F!Darling: First Love

Because Jason is triggered into killing if he sees people having sex, and because his one real positive figure is his mom Pamela, I think he'd only develop an obsession for a Darling in a very specific circumstance. Like I'm imagining her coddling him and talking about how he'll grow up into a handsome young man, and that ALL the girls will probably faint at the sight of him (ironically, she would be right). But that he shouldn't be so sinful and lustful about it! No, no. Only a woman like her can be her precious Jason's wife. Most women are rotten little harlots. He needs to look for a girl who's kind, gentle, not at all sinful, and who would make a good momma just like her.

Pamela never liked talking about Jason's father, but she did say that Jason is a million times better than he ever was. One day he came back to the house with a fistful of flowers and she just about cried from happiness (after he drowned, she kept them hung upside down in her house so that they would always last). Or when he would shuffle to try and open the door for her, she'd praise him for being such a chivalrous little man. So years later, when he sees a woman sitting by the lake one autumn, drawing or writing and enjoying the same scenery his mother loved, he can't help but stare from afar.

He stalks her throughout the day until seeing her come back to a section of the woods closer to one of the main roads leading to the ruins of the camp. These prefab cabins were originally meant to be a tasteless tourist trap for curious ghost hunters after the first set of murders, but were quickly abandoned after Jason was revealed to be very real, VERY dangerous, and the surrounding real estate becoming very unprofitable due to the high murder rate.

When he peeks inside, he sees the woman talking on a landline and listens in.

"Hey Mom, it's me. I'm back in the cabin--no, I'm alright, I swear! I told you, whatever Jason is, he won't be interested in anyone not wearing a camp counselor's uniform. I'm just here for a cheap summer vacation, some alone time, and some inspiration. Something about being somewhere so serene while knowing the brutal history behind it is...well, I hope it sparks something." She settles down on the couch and continues to chat with her mother, never noticing Jason eavesdropping as night starts to fall.

"I'm not going out there at night, I promise. I mean I'm not superstitious, but I don't want to make you worry anymore than you already are, haha...Yes, Mama, I've been locking the doors every night....YES, Mama, I brought my pepper spray and my knife...Though if a ghost-zombie was gonna come at me, I don't think it'd do much--Mama, of COURSE I'm being responsible! I can't look out for my safety and make a joke? Ok, ok, I'm sorry." She smirks and curls up on the couch. "Though I'm pretty sure he doesn't kill virgins, so I should be fine if he shows up. We can chat about everything we have in common: lack of bedroom experience, lover of the wilderness, uber-protective moms..."

She holds the phone away from her ear as a loud angry outburst comes from the speaker. Her reply is deadpan. "Yes ma'am, I'll smack myself on the head since you aren't here to do it yourself." She lightly pats her head and yawns; the sound makes Jason think of the kittens he had played with when he was younger.

"I'm gonna head to bed. I'll call you in the morning, ok? Yeah, by 10 am, I promise. And when I head out, too. Yes ma'am, and no more smartass comments until I'm back home safe...Love you too, Mama."

Jason watches her put the phone back onto the receiver and then walk into another room. He skulks around the outside and sees her in a modest bedroom, taking off her socks and the rest of her clothes.

He cocks his head and stares, breathing heavily and feeling strangely warm. Whenever he saw the other fornicators at the camp, he'd never felt anything like this. A woman's body was just a body, and those wicked women's bodies were just there to be cut down. But this one wasn't wicked, at least he didn't think so yet. This one was...lovely. He couldn't stop staring, breathing, and feeling his belt strain against--

He heard his mother shriek in his ear. "JASON VOORHEES!"

He ducked down underneath the window frame and covered the eye slits of his mask. He wasn't being lustful, Mama! He was just admiring her, like a pretty flower. Maybe he can keep her, just like the flowers Mama had kept in the house. Something pretty and pure, all for himself.

"If you look at her like that, you'll defile her," Mama hissed. "You need to make her an honest woman first, like me. You aren't to look at her like that until you've courted her, put your ring on her finger, and made her your wife. And if you even think about something as disgusting as fornicating with her before you're married, you'll both burn in Hell, young man!"

He hesitantly moved back up to check if his Flower was decent, and saw that she was thankfully now wearing a set of pajama shorts and a faded t-shirt. When his eyes wandered to her exposed thighs, he quickly forced his gaze upwards to avoid another scolding from his mother. Flower shivered from the nighttime breeze whistling through a drafty corner of the room and she slips something else on over her head. Jason's eyes widen behind the mask--a cable-knit sweater, as soft and warm as her skin must be.

Just like his Mama.

She stretched her arms and for a moment, the way they're outstretched makes Jason think she really might be an angel. Once she turned out the lights in the living room and curled up in bed with a book, Jason set off into the forest to start courting her. He's going to make Mama so proud, marrying a pretty Flower and fulfilling that wish to become a Grandma. He's gonna be a good boy, a good beau, a good husband, and a good father...

The next morning, ____ made her first phonecall check-in of the day with her mother after breakfast and headed out for a day of hiking and relaxing by the lake again. When she opened the door and stepped outside, she stopped and froze as her foot landed on something damp and she heard a strange jangling sound from the doorknob. "What the fuck?"

The entire porch had been covered with handfuls of green pine needles and flowers yanked out of the ground, some with the roots and clumps of soil still attached. She looked at the doorknob and saw a loop of fishing line with various bits and bobs tied to it: beads from other random pieces of jewelry, bottlecaps, animal teeth, bird feathers, and a pendant in the middle made of bone. A small brown heart had been smudged onto it, and ____ prayed that it was just paint or muddy water.

She immediately ran back inside and slammed the door shut, locking all three locks and trying not to hyperventilate. Her chest tightened as she racked her brain for what to do--call the police? Yes. Definitely. Even if it's just a prank from some asshole locals or something, it's worth having someone with a gun coming around to look into it.

From the bushes nearby, Jason was watching her pace back and forth in the cabin while holding the phone.

"I already told you, it's Crystalside Cabins, Number 3," Flower said irritably. "It's on an unpaved road, it's about...I don't know, a quarter of a mile from the lake? I--yes, I know that pranks are common around here, but I would really appreciate it if an officer could come here and check things out...No laws broken, are you kidding me!? What if the bones on the necklace are from a corpse or something!?" She scoffed and listened to the officer, shaking her head in disbelief. "With this kind of incompetence, I'm surprised the body count in this town isn't even higher. Maybe Jason Voorhees and his mother started this up just to see if you'd get out of your chairs for something that wasn't a pie stolen from a windowsill or a cat stuck in a tree!" She pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed. "No, ma'am, I'm not trivializing the work of suburban police officers--yes, ok, I know that local teens like to mess with people who visit the town, but I really don't feel safe knowing some strangers know I'm in this secluded location all by myself.."

She finally huffed and held a hand up. "Fine, fine, you'll make an official report and give it to someone. Great. I'll thank you now since my severed head won't be able to say it later, you've been such a great help. Don't strain yourself, wouldn't want to waste those tax dollars."

Jason looked at the necklace and bouquets left on the porch, and then back to his Flower. She didn't like his presents? Or maybe she was just scared. Most people were afraid of him, but she wasn't most people. She was his beau, but now she was upset and calling the police.

Flower crossed her arms and stared at the front door, chewing her bottom lip and wondering what to do. "It probably is just a prank," she muttered to herself. "Just some cheeky asshole kids trying to mess with a tourist." She took a few steps forward and opened the door, preparing to sweep away all the plants and throw away the creepy necklace, but she stopped just as her fingers curled around one of the beads. It was likely just a prank, but...maybe, on the scientifically impossible off-chance that this was the undead spirit/corpse of a serial killer...throwing away his creepy present would probably make him angry.

She stared at the necklace in her hand, almost holding her breath as she thought about what to do. "Fuck it," she sighed. "I'd rather be gullible and dumb in the eyes of some high schoolers than risk pissing off...whatever he's supposed to be." Reluctantly, she put the necklace on and headed back inside to slip her pepper spray and knife into her backpack before going out.

Jason's breath hitched when he saw his Flower wearing her present. She looked so pretty with it on. She liked it. She wanted him to court her. "Of course she does," Mama cooed. "A handsome, chivalrous, strong man like you? She's lucky to have my little boy's affections. Now go on back home now, Jason, you need to get everything ready for tonight when you bring her home to meet me."

[yanderes-galore]

Can I get a Jason Voorhees yandere alphabet, please?

Sure! I saw this as primarily platonic but it's up to you.

Yandere Alphabet - Jason Voorhees

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Trauma, Violence, Murder, Overprotective behavior, Kidnapping, Isolation, Clingy behavior, Stalking, Delusional behavior, Jealousy, Dubious companionship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

I feel Jason is very childish with his obsession. All he's known is his mother and the violent/negligent nature of this world. As a result he may cling to his obsession, seeing them as a beacon of light. Something/Someone much nicer than what he's seen.

It naturally gets more intense as he watches and pursues you, chasing that newfound comfort he finds in you.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Messy, obviously. As a slasher Jason naturally gives into bloodlust. Although his motives seem to be more on instinct than anything.

If he sees you being hurt... he'll slaughter any who were around you in order to protect you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

Jason would not mock you. He's mute and took you into his shack to care for you. Jason's motive is to protect you from those he thinks will hurt you. Which happens to be... everyone.

He may mean well but... it obviously doesn't come off that way to you.

He's strangely caring and clingy with you, like he doesn't intend harm.

But you don't believe that.

He tries not to but while doing that he ends up forcing you into things.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Jason would very vulnerable with his obsession. He wants to show he cares to his obsession, that he sees them as family. He trusts you and his care, as strange as it is, comes from the heart.

Doesn't stop you from freaking out though.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

Confused for the most part. He doesn't understand what he's doing wrong. He thought he's being nice?

Is he not?

He doesn't mean to scare you!

No and no.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Jason would never try to intentionally hurt you... but I'd have to say when he murders those around you.

You're simply a camp counselor trying to make ends meet. Yet you end up witnessing a masked murderer kill all who are close to you. Why?

Because he happens to "care" for you.

Jason doesn't think much about that. He just cares that he has you! He hopes you reciprocate his care in the future... with less screaming and crying.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Jason would have a very childish view on jealousy. He would lash out as he probably doesn't cope well. He wants you to himself... only him.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Jason is more protective than possessive. He watches his obsession from a distance and notes down who you interact with. One by one he'd take them out.

He doesn't actually get to be physically near you until he kidnaps you. In his delusional mind he thinks he's doing the right thing. He's also envious of the care you give others.

Which leads to him taking you away, blood covering his hands, as he prepares to keep you to himself.

As stated above, stalks you before taking you in after a bloodbath.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He's a bloodthirsty psychopath unless it's you, where he's all of a sudden clingy and affectionate.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Jason doesn't really punish. He would be a bit rougher with you if he's upset, but he won't punish.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

A lot, even if he doesn't mean to.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Moderate patience, probably more patient than most.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

He probably would have a hard time with it. Might even affect him mentally to the point of hallucinations.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

A little but no.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Upbringing and enviornment.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He tries to comfort but isn't entirely sure how. He doesn't even understand that he's making things worse.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Whole character is different. (I still have no idea how to answer this section.)

Reciprocating his care towards you. You'll get more freedoms that way.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Not intentionally.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Not really a worship yandere but he would do anything for you. He feels he needs you for some sort of comfort.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He can pine awhile until he feels rushed in his obsession. He'll have you by the end of the summer.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

Not intentionally.

[theyanderespecialist]

Yandere Jason Voorhees X Listener (Friday The 13th) (Not ASMR) #JasonVoorhees #Yandere #YandereJasonVoorhees #YandereFridayThe13th #FidayThe13th #JasonXListener 

[tojisprincesa]

I'm your angel

fyodor dostoevsky x fem reader

a/n : This is my first piece of writing containing smut, so please be nice! English is not my first language & I don't know how to properly format my writing on here either so I apologize in advance. I would GREATLY appreciate feedback! Thank you for reading my work and hope you enjoy it :)

word count : 2.1k

summary : The devil is real. And he's not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful, because he's a fallen angel and he used to be god's favorite.

✧ warnings : MDNI 18+ NSFW sexual content, rough sex, choking, breeding kink, hickeys, manhandling, possible objectification, degradation, dacryphilia, name calling, overstimulation, multiple rounds, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, belly budge, stalking, yandere behavior, virginity loss, manipulation, possessiveness, obsession, sacrilegious, creampies, mention of sex in a church, slight dubcon, betrayal, multiple orgasms, dumbification,  aphrodisiac serum usage, non consensual recording, praise, hints of aftercare, reader referred to as a dog, reader is gifted but its not used in this piece, not proof read. please tell me if I missed anything. MDNI 18+ NSFW

Inspired by:  I'm Your Man by Mitski

On a midnight walk home, alone you enjoyed the breeze winter had bestowed upon Yokohama. The moon was full and shining down on you. It was so cold out you wouldn't be surprised if you woke up to snow. You had stayed at the agency quite late finishing up some paperwork. Dazai had been no help, again. You hated working on a case with him simply due to the fact you were always stuck with ALL the paperwork. This case had been a big one, thanks to the decay of angels.

You loved your job truly, helping people was your purpose in life. Your ability was called “ Angel Wings”. It was a rare and very powerful ability, you were able to use what was essentially dark magic. But what gave your power its name was your majestically, beautiful wings. They looked just like an angel’s pure white wings but as fate would have it yours were as dark as the midnight sky. 

You were the only one in history with this gift who had been born with black wings and the only one who had access to dark magic as well. The people of Yokohama had rumored it to be a bad omen.

Your parents had left you abandoned on the steps of a church. As a baby you were taken in and grew up in the monastery. At 10 years old you had discovered a file the sisters had on you, only to discover your parents had left a note on you as a baby stating only god could save your soul, they called you an abomination more so, a fallen angel. It was at that age you were determined to use your powers for good. 

You’d like to believe you left that life behind at 18. But only god knew it plagued your thoughts day & night. And on this fateful night that's exactly what you thought about on your journey home. You were so lost in thought you didn't notice the cold amethyst eyes that tracked your every move. 

✧

As you arrived home, all that your body wanted to do was rest. But you decided against that so you took a hot shower to relax your tense muscles. You deserved it after a long day at work. Unfortunately, it gave the devil watching you a perfect opportunity to set his trap. After your shower you decided to skip dinner due to your exhaustion and headed straight for bed. You had failed to notice the faint smell of  gas leaking from under your bed. That mistake would cost you your freedom, you had not only fallen in a deep slumber but in the jaws of his trap.

As you opened your eyes all you saw was the moonlight so scarce, you couldn't even make out the room’s layout. But you immediately recognized the ominous voice that spoke to you. Fyodor Dostoevsky. You and everyone in the agency had been warned of this man who was a demon, no more like the devil himself. Dazai had given a brief rundown of his encounters with such a foe, stating even he himself wasn't sure of his ultimate goal. He warned that no one could win against him nor his intelligence. He was always a step ahead. 

“Awake already? That gas should have knocked you out for a couple more hours..huh you're full of surprises angel” he spoke as he stepped into the light shining through the stained glass window. He looked like a god. 

“There’s no use yelling, it's just you & I in the middle of nowhere so don't get any ideas. I doubt even Dazai could find us here” 

It was as if he was reading your mind. You were left speechless whether it was out of fear or shock you weren't quite sure. But you couldn't let him know that. So you got straight to the point.

“What do you want from me?”

“It's quite simple really. I want your cooperation, your loyalty, and you.”

‘“ Me ?” 

“Yes. You, mой ангел”  [my angel]

He reached out to caress your cheek & your mind was racing. But the moment his ice cold fingers made contact with your warm rosy cheeks, it went blank. All you could focus on was Fyodor, his touch was all consuming. You found yourself leaning into him but the cushioned chair you were tied to did not allow much movement to your dismay. Your wings were aching due to the tight position you found yourself. 

His haunting eyes were staring right into your soul, you were convinced he could rid you of all the sins you've committed. You did not dare to look away. He then let out a chilling laughter while holding your chin. He said

“It's not like I am giving you an option dear. You will essentially be my dog. You will obey my every command and this will be the only warning I give you, do not test me. Your disobedience will not bring any harm to you, yourself but I cannot say the same for others at the agency. Nod, if you understand.``

You gave him a subtle nod. He had made it clear you had no choice but to obey him. An eerie smile stretched across his face, it sent chills down your spine. But the way he was speaking to you sent a pulsing heat to your core. It was embarrassing to have your mind and body reacting differently, to have them be at war.

Unbeknownst to you at the time, Fyodor had injected you with an aphrodisiac serum while you were passed out. He thought it would make you easier to manipulate. Not because he thought it would be difficult but because he had a strong desire to see you beg for him. The same way he had yearned for you all these months. Watching you from the shadows, studying you. You were the object of his desire. His obsession with you was sickening and unexplainable. He had to have you and now he does.You were his. He wouldn't. No. He couldn't hold back any longer. 

What shocked you like electricity running through your veins was Fyodor’s lips on yours. It was an intensely passionate kiss. You found yourself kissing him back instantly. The heat you felt between your legs had spread all over your body. His kiss had left like an ice cold sip of water in the blazing hot summer heat. You needed more to soothe this ache and he knew that. 

In an instant you were untied and swooped up being led towards a bed you hadn't even realized was there. As he set you down on the cool silky sheets he made his way down your body undressing you with kisses. You couldn't protest, not with this heat making you physically dizzy, you needed him and fast. It was at this moment you realize this must've been his doing but you didn't care, a part of you had wanted this. Deep down you wanted this handsome devil to have his way with you. You were his for the taking. 

 “Please” you moaned 

“ Please, what angel. Use your words” 

Fyodor was losing his mind at how simple this all was. You really were like a dog begging for its master.  

“ Please Fyodor.. I– I need you, inside me” You groaned frustrated with the heat building up and meeting its peak. 

“Such a greedy mutt I have” he whispered in your ear as he nipped it. The degradation heightened your arousal, he quickly undressed and pressed his body against yours while he sucked on your neck, marking you as his. Simultaneously, his fingers played with your clit and he applied pressure as he twisted and pulled on it. You moaned out in painful joy. 

“ More. I need more” you pleaded. He slapped your aching pussy, hard. 

“ Where are your manners stupid slut–” he felt what was like a heartbeat come from your cunt as he said that. 

“ Oh fuckk my angel is no saint, I will indulge you my dear” you felt tears escaping your eyes from how much you needed relief. Fyodor could tell from how wet you were alone. He was going to make sure only he could relieve this heat from you now and forever. He had done his research and found that you were a virgin. Not yet tainted, his angel had yet to fall from the favors of god.

He took his tip and rubbed it on your cunt giving you pleasure moaning out as he inserted himself fully. He did not give you time to adjust, not that you needed it despite it being your first time. Like a whore you screamed out in pleasurable pain. It was as if you were made for him, made to take him day and night. You were his to breed like a bitch in heat.

You looked between your legs to see the moonlight illuminating his pretty face perfectly. With the stained glass window behind him he might as well have been fucking you in a cathedral. He no longer looked like a god, he was your god, your savior. 

His touch was heavenly. His pace was relentless. In and out he went with harsh deep strokes he hit your weak spot every time. He left no part of you untouched. You felt like you were suffocating in pleasure. If sex was considered a sin out of wedlock, God could add it to your list of sinful deeds. You were born a sinner but you'll die a saint. You were sure Fyodor was god himself. Each touch he bestowed upon you, cleansed you. 

You whimpered as you got closer to finishing. He could tell by how your cunt squeezed  around him. 

“ My sweet angel, what would the detective agency say if they saw you now? Taking me so well, huh?” 

You couldn't help but squeeze him tighter and cry out to him. He leaned down and whispered 

“ Go ahead and say hello” as he gestured to his right. You had failed to notice a camera was recording you, capturing everything that was conspiring between the two of you.Your dignity was long gone at this point. You obey his command and let out a high pitched moan.

“ helloooo”

Fyodor groaned at the fact it wasn't even a command but you followed it nonetheless. Maybe training you wouldn't take long after all. 

“ Good girl, my good girl” 

He sped his pace up with harsher strokes while one hand  had went down to play with your clit and the other around your neck restricting your air flow. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head and your tongue was hanging out of your mouth. You were panting like a bitch. So he'd treat you like one. He let go of your throat only to grab you cheeks, squishing them together to spit in your mouth. This only brought the knot in your stomach closer to snapping. 

“ Please, Fyodor let me cum” you begged. And who was he to deny his pretty angel when she asked oh so nicely. 

“Look me in the eyes when you cum angel”

Looking at him and seeing his eyes full of lust and love. His devotion to you brought upon your unraveling. You moaned his name as you cummed causing him to reach his peak as well.

His cum had you filled up to the brim. You could feel it sloshing around inside you when he applied pressure on your stomach. He knew you weren't on any birth control but that didn't matter. He needed a successor anyways. He wanted to see you plump and round full of his seed. This was his way of permanently marking you from the inside out.

 So cock drunk you had lost count of the round you were on. You only realized a vast amount of time had passed due to the sun rising. The sheets were soaked from your juices mixed together. You had done unholy things. But you felt reborn as though you had been baptized in his cum. There wasn't a part of your body that wasn't covered in it by now.Your body had been pushed past your limits. Fyodor knew that and cleaned you up, he brought you water and ibuprofen. He caressed your hair holding you against his chest, laying down he praised you. 

“ You did well my angel” rewarding you with a kiss on top of your head. You smiled and succumbed to your exhausted state. 

You were now a fallen angel. And Fyodor was your god.

✧

After you had given Fyodor all the information he needed with no protest. He rewarded you, like a pup. You had betrayed the agency like a man. One day you'll meet your judgment by the hounds and whether that be heaven or hell you didn't care as long as you had Fyodor by your side. For if he should leave you, you should die. You deserve it don't you? It had sealed your fate. You were positive no one would ever love you like your god again.

✧ ALL WRITING BELONGS TO ME. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY WORK. ✧

[amomentsescape]

Do you do yanderes? Can you do a yandere jason voorhees and reader who honestly kinda likes the attention messed up affection?

Yandere! Jason with Reader Who Enjoys the Attention

Jason Voorhees x Reader

A/N: Not my most creative title, but it works I think. I've read a lot of yandere fics in my day, but this is my first attempt at writing one, so I hope you enjoy!

In your defense, you did start out terrified for your life

You spotted a tall figure standing outside your house almost every night for a month

You were freaked out of course, but he didn't really do much besides stare up at your window

However, it didn't take long before gifts were being left

Wilted flowers, pretty rocks, literally anything that Jason thought you might find interesting

You didn't know what to think at first

Was this some kind of test?

But as the gifts kept coming, you started to admire the thought put into them

Oddly enough, you were actually starting to like them

It was almost as if he was learning what you enjoyed

But things started to take a turn from there

The freshly picked flowers were replaced with bloody necklaces

The sparkling stones were now severed fingers and torn clothes

But for some messed up reason, it still didn't bother you

It was like he was showing just how far he was willing to go for you

You now even had a dedicated drawer for all of his gifts

You didn't keep the body parts of course, but you did bury them in a special spot outside in the backyard

However, you eventually started to feel lonely

Friends, neighbors, and even delivery drivers were frequenting your place less and less

You even saw on TV that a few of them had not been seen in several days

You had the sneaking suspicion that your secret admirer had to be at fault

But you could barely be mad

He was your only source of company now

And that is exactly how Jason wanted it

After a couple months, he had finally lost all resolve

He had to speak to you, hear you, get close enough to breathe you in

And now was the perfect chance since he could see just how lonely you were becoming

You felt a soft touch along your jaw in the middle of the night, startling you awake

The familiar figure stood above you, looking down at your form with a slight tilt of his masked face

Instead of screaming or pulling away like he thought you would do, you simply leaned into his touch more

That's all it took for Jason to throw you over his shoulder, marching out of the house with you in tow

It was too late for you to change your mind now

He was desperate to keep you

And you were somehow okay with this situation

He was utterly obsessed with you, and damn did that feel good

[smilessssss]

Yandere Jason Voorhees H/Cs

At the camp you weren’t as terrible as all your friends. You still party with them and got up to shenanigans there. But you were too scared to drink, smoke, and you didn’t have a partner there.

You always felt someone watching you, in your cabin, when you swam, and when y’all were around the campfire.

Jason found you adorable the “innocent” person in the group. He would stalk you constantly carefully taking stuff from you. Soon he would kill all your friends leaving you alone.

He trapped you in one of the cabins, locking you in there. He would move to his little underground cave. But for now you’re stuck in the little cabin.

He would give you back the stuff he stole, everyday he’d come in and check on you. He’d wouldn’t see you as someone who could take care of themself, but a little baby who needed to be protected and cared for.

He’d feed you like a baby, would creep you out by staring at you since he doesn’t know a good way to get you to sleep.

If any teenagers came along, he would keep the away from the cabin you were staying in. If anyone even got close to it or tried to see what was inside they would get decapitated,

When it rains he stays with you in the cabin. Cuddling you, even if you don’t want to.

His love for you is strong and he would do anything for you. Honestly you both could have a good relationship if he wasn’t a killer, and kidnapped you.

Usually would go to his mother for evidence about what a girl would want or dating advice in general.

Hates it when your scared of him. He just wants to be loved by you.

He cares for you a lot, and if anyone got into the cabin and tried to take you away him. They better wish they never came.

Would freak out if people tried to help you escape. He doesn’t take it out on you but them.

He would rather die then let you leave him. Very obsessive and possessive. But he loves you. And you do to? Right?

[popcandy13]

I haven’t actually posted in like almost a decade but here’s my Friday the 13th post. My bookie Ren had to be cosplayed for the occasion.🤭@14dayswithyou

(Also this game is for the big kids (18+) DON’T play it unless you’re 18+ MINORS DNI⚠️)

[6lostgirl6]

Slasher Masterlist

OG!Michael Myers 

RZ!Michael Myers

Jason Voorhees

Thomas Hewitt

Brahms Heelshire 

Ghostface [Billy and Stu]

Bo Sinclair 

Vincent Sinclair

Lester Sinclair

Tom Hanniger/Harry Warden

[creepyyanderegirl]

Yandere Jason Voorhees Alphabet

A=Affection (How do they show their love for you) 

Holding,hugging,gripping,caressing,stroking,holding hands

B=Bound (How much do they share with you) 

Very rare for him yo talk to you

C=Cruel (How do they punish you) 

Silent treatment, isolation, takes things from you, holding

D-Desire (How long until they take you) 

4 months

E=Even (To what level are they dominant) 

Wants to be on the same level as you

F=Future(What are their future plans for the two of you) 

Get married

G=Gifts (What do they give you) 

Daggers,sweets,pillows,blankets

H=Hell (Worst experience with them) 

His punishments, jealous moments

I=Insane (How insane did they get because of you) 

10/10

J=Jealous(How easily do they get jealous) 

Kills anyone who goes near you

K=Killing (How do they handle killing) 

Instant death

L=Language (What is their love language) 

Quality time,physical touch, acts of service

M=Manipulation(What could you do to get your way) 

If your sweet to him

N=No (To what strength would they go for you) 

He'd do anything for you

O=Obsessed (How obsessed are they with you) 

10/10

P=Pet names(What do they call you)  

Mine,Star,Hunny,Darling,Doll, Angel, Angelface,sweetie,sweetheart

Q=Quit (How would they act if you died) 

Goes on a killing spree and kidnaps girls that remind you of him

R=Runaway (What are your chances to get away) 

None

S=Stalking (How good are they at stalking you) 

10/10

T=Type  (What type of yandere are they) 

Delusional,Obsessive, Stalker,Possessive, Sweet,Caring,Clingy, Isolating

U=Unique (Different from other yanderes) 

Rarely speaks

V=Vine (How would they feel if you fought back) 

Blames himself and will be very sad

W=Will (Would they do anything against their loves will) 

No

X=X-Ray (How much do they keep hidden from you) 

A lot

Y=Yearning (How much do they want you) 

1/10

Z=Zzz (How do you two fall asleep together) 

Holds you in his arms

[pinkslashersimp]

fuck it, yandere jason

TW: Yandere behaviour (such as kidnapping, controlling behaviour, false imprisonment, stalking), murder, not proof read i’m very tired

if any of these apply to you please scroll and take care of yourself 🤍

Yandere!Jason Voorhees Headcanons💗🌷

Jason is a much more softer and caring yandere compared to the other slashers

He’ll give you much more freedom than they will once you’ve gained his trust, letting you roam the camp grounds and chill in any cabin of your choice

You do, of course, have to gain quite a lot of his trust first

Doesn’t matter if you’re a boy, girl, neither. If you look or act like his mom, you’re doomed.

When you unknowingly walk past him for the first time hes completely awestruck

When you unknowingly walk past him for the first time hes completely awestruck

Like, totally and completely pulled away from what he was doing so he can focus all his attention on you.

He stands there, weapon in hand, hiding behind a few close ranged trees staring straight at you, his chest heavily yet quickly rising and falling as he carefully observes you

It’ll take him a few days to actually kidnap you, he still has to lay out traps and map out exactly how he’s going to kill your friends and the other counsellors

In those days he spends most of his time stalking you, trying to figure out your daily schedule

he also just really likes looking at you

When the time finally comes, he watches you until you finally retreat to your room, so you’ll be far away enough to be unaware of your friends screams

And then he kills them all.

He makes sure to drag their corpses far away from the cabin youre in, he doesn’t want you being witness to the horrors he commits, nor does he want to risk scarring and potentially breaking you

especially not when hes gonna carry you all the way to his own cabin, he doesn’t want you to be extra terrified of him and fighting him twice as hard

Jason understands he isn’t like, the most approachable man in the world. He has horror stories after him, and he just murdered all your friends. He understands your fear, but it hurts him a lot and he would never want you to believe that he’d hurt you

He also doesn’t want to have to run after you, that could risk you running on bear traps or hurting yourself in some other way.

He comes up with a plan,

Jason wants to trick you, so he doesn’t scare you too much by just barging straight in. He knocks on the front door of your cabin, then silently makes his way to the back door and breaks in as quietly as he can whilst you’re trying to figure out why nobody was there when you answered.

He swiftly comes up behind you and lifts you up in his arms, carrying you as if you weigh absolutely nothing over his shoulder. ignoring your screams and punches against his back

He almost throws you into his makeshift bed, even though he meant to gently put you down.

The poor man doesn’t know his own strength

Then, using one hand, he grabs into your arm to secure you in place, and motions “ssshh!!” with the other

if u don’t shut up he sits you on his lap and covers your mouth until you do, being careful to leave your nostrils out and room to breathe. Occasionally petting your hair to try and calm you

when you’ve calmed down enough his grip on ur arm loosens and he uses his free hand to run his fingers through your hair and stare at you, intensely and silently.

also breathing heavily because hes nervous and because it’s like seeing his mother again

hes so taken aback that he has someone else he cares so strongly for

he doesn’t want you getting out until he’s cleared the corpses away, no way would he risk you running into that during an escape attempt when it took so long to calm you down

he leaves u tied up to the beds headrest so you can’t leave whilst hes clearing away his mess, ensuring the restraints aren’t too tight but are tight enough to keep you in place

IF you actually manage to get away you’d end up hurt, there are bear traps closely scattered all throughout the grounds that have been hidden well.

Not to mention you’d make a lot of noise, running on leaves and crying

Which means he finds you in less than a minute and lifts you up again

his grip is tighter, not because he’s angry with you, but because hes frustrated that you aren’t being as easy as he thought you would be

ties you up much tighter and works almost two times faster now because hes paranoid about you getting out again and getting yourself hurt

unties you when he gets back and sits in front of you, grabbing you when you try to get up or attack him, and placing you right back where you were

he doesn’t want you to be afraid so he gives you that little freedom at first

spends the first night sitting in front of you, trying to sign that hes a “friend” or “harmless”

after an hour he pats his stomach and makes a sign that suggests “hungry?”, when u say nothing he does it again but tilts his head

still nothing? well the fruit cereal bar he stole is in front of you just in case you change your mind:)

if he isn’t trying to communicate with you, he’s sat staring at you, breathing deeply and loudly

It’s very, very creepy

it’s an uncomfortable first night.

Jason wants you to adapt to life with him pretty quickly, so when you’re sleeping he gently ties both of your wrists together and ties that to the headrest, being careful not to wake you, before heading to your previous bedroom and gathering your belongings

clothing, books, rings, deodorant, posters, tapes, etc

he gathers them and brings them back to you, untying you and presenting them beside you in a neat little pile

please be grateful

please

for the first week he lets you sleep by yourself, he refuses to touch you without consent or make you uncomfortable

the only downside is he watches you the whole time to make sure you aren’t going to run away

Then, when you’re settled enough, he’ll sleep beside you

doesn’t spoon you until you’re asleep so he lays on his back completely still for the most part

likes to take you on walks

holding ur hand a little tighter than he probably should

roams with you until it gets dark, then he lifts you up bridal style and carries u home

He enjoys carrying you because he believes you’re safer in his arms, plus you won’t be injured by the bear traps

[ghostybat00]

🌺˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒 ꒱Jason Voorhees x Reader˗ˏˋ꒰ 🍒

How about where reader is in the cabin, drawing, she's never told Jason she draws, so it's like a little secret,she doesn't listen and suddenly this giant zombie is behind her watching how his beloved draws a work of art. 🌺

•You were drawing calmly, it had been a few days since this masked man had kidnapped you in his cabin.

•Luckily, you have been drawing to try to distract yourself, with a notebook that you found searching drawers in the cabin.

•You were absorbed in your thoughts, while you draw a small owl that is outside the window resting on a branch, the drawing was coming out very well.

•You didn't notice how the door opens and the big man, who you know as Jason, looks intrigued, sees your drawing and like you, you innocently don't notice it.

• He looks at you with that obsession, love and admiration while he sees how your pretty hands work on drawing the owl.

•But he feels a little sad, his loved one had this talent and you hadn't told him?

•He leans so much that you feel his heavy breathing on your shoulder, which makes you jump in surprise, seeing that it is him, you drop the notebook and the pencil that you had found on the worn carpet.

•He quickly calms you down by placing his big hands gently on your shoulders, they remain silent until he tells you through sign language.

"You draw cute, why didn't you tell me?"

•You stay silent, which makes Jason realize that you're still afraid of him after he's kidnapped you due to his obsession. So for the rest of the days, He is dedicated to sitting with you in silence, while he sees how you draw, he lets you know that he likes your drawings, Appreciates your art but still feels bad that you kept it a secret.

•To try to bond with you, he tries to draw too, resulting in a clumsy, stick drawing of something that looks like you with a background of a sun and a lake.

•He tried.

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[zombeebunnie]

Happy Friday the 13th! >:]

Here's Noah dressed up as Jason Voorhees!

[yanderes-galore]

Seeing as it's Friday the 13th today (aka the day I requested this) maybe Jason Voorhees concepts?

The idea I had in mind was that the reader was Jason's only friend as a kid at camp crystal lake and would often try to protect him against the bullies

Now that she's older she decided to try working for crystal lake but never forgot about her dear childhood best friend and he certainly never forgot about her

I've done a concept for him, however! I can do this too :) Vague if this is alive or undead Jason. It's also vague if platonic or not.

Hope it's okay, kind of made it add on to my previous concept somewhat.

Yandere! Jason Voorhees Short Concept

"Long Lost Friend"

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere-like behavior, Stalking, Implied murder/mentioned murder, Thoughts of kidnapping.

- When you both were younger, the kids were outright mean to Jason because of how he looked.

- Luckily, he wasn't entirely alone.

- You happened to always be there to defend him when the bullying got bad.

- You encouraged him to not listen to them and gave him confidence when you could.

- This made the young Jason see you as a dear friend.

- Someone who cared for him...

- Although, the one day you were not at camp, Jason was pushed into the lake and drowned.

- You were heartbroken when you heard the news but never forgot about the friend you made.

- Even when you no longer went to camp after the accident, you still thought of how you could've prevented it.

- You didn't return to Camp Crystal Lake until you needed a summer job.

- Memories came flooding back once you stepped on the camp grounds...

- Including the bad ones.

- The lake was something you wanted to stay far away from even if it was beautiful.

- You knew what happened there....

- You didn't want a repeat of it.

- You thought this job would be decent, being a responsible counselor compared to all the others.

- You had no idea your presence had awoken a masked beast.

- Your calm job crumbles when you hear people say counselors are going missing.

- Your anxiety is constantly on edge when you feel eyes on your back even when alone.

- The camp quickly becomes a hell hole the longer you're here.

- All because of one thing...

- Jason knows you're here.

- The slasher is excited to know you came back.

- He thought he'd never see his dearest friend again.

- But here you were, caring for the kids like he knew you would.

- You aren't irresponsible... you actually do your job unlike the counselors that allowed him to 'die'.

- He expected nothing less of you.

- The longer he watches you, the longer he misses you.

- It'll only be a matter of time before he reunites with you.

- You'll both be so happy living with him here.

[midnightita]

•~☆×*'oneshot/Headcanon'*×☆~• [English]

1. 🚫Topics I avoid🚫[maybe for now]

NSFW,lemons,obscenity,pedophilia,incest,sexual abuse

[maybe I'll add more in the future].

2. This is strictly a book x Reader

I've never done a Y/n male but I can try ^^

Feel free to make your request with all the info you want.

You can request other characters in the request, the limit is 3 :) [maybe for now]

And the format is up to you♡ (oneshot,Headcanon)

3. I could put one or more of my Ocs for oneshots ☆

4. All Headcanons and oneshots won't stick to the main story so as to avoid spoilers

5. I don't know when I'll update it might be random

also no hate pls :,>

I'm doing this for fun and to write some ideas,

now I'll leave you to my list below ;)

💃💃💃💃

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1. Lupin III

2.Undertale(e Au)

3. Mha/Bnha

4. Super Mario

5. One Piece

6. Howl's Moving Castle

7. Dragon Ball

8. TMNT (the 2014 film)

9. Demon Slayer

10. Yandere Simulator

11. Dragon quest builders 2

12. Puss in boots 2 the last wish

13. Miraculous

14. Tloz Botw(The legend of zelda breath of the wild)

15. Creepypasta(maybe)

16. Kuroko no basket

17. Friday the 13th(I think I'll do Jason especially)

18. The Promised Neverland (I've only seen season 1 for now)

19. Lookism

20. Doraemon

21. Encanto

22. Turning Red

23. Sing 1/2

24. Too bad

25. Deltarune

26. Pokemon Spada

27. Fnaf security breach

28. Bendy and the ink machine or dark revival

29. If you wish also with my Ocs (I'll make a special book)

•~• ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• ~•~•~ That's all for now I will add others if they come to mind in the catalogue. I tried my best to give you a big enough list here to choose from :,)

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angust,fluff,romantic,yandere,other.

Oh my english isn't good at all so excuse me if it's not good :'D

I'm Italian :)

[mint-yooxgi]

Yandere!Jeno as Jason (friday the 13th), hunting camp counselor!reader while having a murder spree around the camp

Pressing your back further against the wall of the cabin, you attempt to control your breathing. Clamping your hands over your mouth, you hope to whatever gods are out there that your little hiding place goes undiscovered. You squeeze your eyes shut, staunching the tears that threaten to escape at any moment.

A door slams from across the room.

Nearly jumping out of your skin, your whole body begins to tremble as you hear the sound of heavy footsteps approaching you.

Peeking out from your little hiding place, you practically jump back as you see his shadow walk past. The wooden boards creak with each step he takes. You can practically hear him breathing now, each puff hitting the material of the mask he wears as he heaves air into his lungs.

Carefully, his eyes roam around the cabin, searching for any sign of you. He could have sworn he saw you run in here, but then again, he was too busy hacking the limbs off of that other councillor he saw who had touched you the other day. No one touches his possessions and gets away with it. No one.

As he turns, you catch sight of the machete held in his one hand. The light from the moon catches against the blade, and you choke on another sob. It's covered in blood.

Jeno stops dead in his tracks. Your eyes widen, heartbeat ringing in your ears. He heard you.

Slowly, your eyes trail up his figure, starting from his muddy boots, all the way up until you reach his face, half covered by that mask he wears. You meet his eyes.

Cold, unadulterated fear washes over you as you attempt to scramble back again, only to hit the wall with a dull thud. You can just tell from the way his eyes narrow that he's smirking behind that mask of his.

His ominous, booming footsteps are a death sentence. He's found you.

Throwing open the door to the closet you had been hiding in, Jeno reaches inside to pull you out. The grip he has on your shoulder is bruising as he drags you to your feet, wrapping his other arm around your waist as he pulls you into his chest. You can just make out the feeling of the edge of his blade kissing the skin of your back as he holds you close.

Tears begin to stream down your face as you begin pleading for your life, begging him to let you go. You don't know what you did wrong. Why is he doing this?

Your breath catches in your throat as you see him raise his free hand to your face. Your whole body tenses, thinking this may be your final moments on this earth. Only, what you aren't expecting, is for him to wipe at the tears trailing down the one side of your cheek, smearing some of the blood from his hand onto your skin.

Eyes wide, you stare at him, noticing that sick, twisted look of affection that shines behind his gaze. Holding your breath, and scared to even move a single muscle, you watch as he brings that same hand up to remove his mask from his face, making it hang from around his neck.

Your lips part, caught off guard by him for the moment, and you notice his gaze flicker down to them as he licks his own. How are you not already dead?

A feeling of triumph washes over him as he takes in your startled appearance. Finally, you're his.

He smirks. "Caught you."

[gothicfrogsmiley]

slasher hell: the rain is really nice

you were in your cabin, and it was storming outside, you loved this kind of weather it was so peaceful.

it was 4 pm, there should be sun shine and kids playing outside, but the rain and thunder stopped it all, you looked out the window, thinking about the myth that you over heard

Jason Voorhees.

he killed people at this camp, right? no no, its just a tale they tell kids, right?

like Freddy Krueger or something, you laid down, hugging your blanket, and soon falling asleep. you woke up to the sound of screaming.

you jumped up, looked around, and gripped your blanket in fear, you looked out the window, seeing him.

Jason himself, he was tall, his muscles showing through his shirt because of the rain. his hand clutching his machete, making the veins pop out of his hand, your face flushed, he was, hot?. you couldn't believe you thought he was hot.

distracted in your gaze, you didn't notice Jason lock eyes with you, he was walking over

"shit fuck I didn't even want to work here and now I'm gonna die at a job I hate!?" you got up, looking for somewhere to hide but it was too late, Jason was there, you braced yourself, expecting him to slash you with his machete but he didn't, he gently touched your face, grabbing your face and looked deep in your eyes.

shit. you can't move, you were almost hypnotized by Jason, he was so strong. Jason slowly let go of you, you took this chance to run, who knew he could still snap on you? you weren't gonna die by some jockey who doesn't even talk, you ran into the forest, tripping, landing on the ground, scraping your knees and hands, and twisting your ankle too. as well as a bloody nose

you looked down, you never liked blood.

Jason found you, you looked up at him, shaking in fear. Jason gently wiped the blood off your face, he crouched next to you, wrapping your ankle in an ace bandage. you froze, he was taking care of you?

this is weird, he started cleaning out your cuts, being gentle and careful, he picked you up and walked you back to your cabin, you laid your head on Jason's chest, his chest felt so nice and comforting.

he sat on your bed, he held you close, patting your head, you just laid there, as Jason played with your hair, you quicky fell back asleep.

the rain IS really nice.