where are all the slasher x reader fics. do I have to do EVERYTHING.
robot reader
tw for like everything
(Jason is his own warning, violent murder, obsessive love, dubcon, somnophilia, kidnapping, BRUTAL and explicit rape, major stockholms syndrome. real fucked up shit happening here like I fr don't think it was ethical to even write this.)
You just had to go get yourself attached to someone else.
You'd met another robot, not unlike yourself in numerous ways. You'd grown quite fond of each other rather quickly, much to Jason's dismay.
It wasn't long before the poor fella started crushing on you, very obviously. They never made any advances, it was simply evident in the change of demeanor. Jason silently balled his fists, mask hiding his expression as he stood ominously nearby. This was simply too far for his liking.
And so, here you were, watching in horror as Jason brutally dismantled the poor fella right in front of you. You backed up a bit, causing him to drop the mangled corpse and turn to face you.
You'd never been afraid of him before. It's part of what drew him into you in the first place. You looked nervously between him and your dead friend, shaking as you slowly backed up some more. He crouched down a bit, hands up in surrender as he slowly advanced towards you.
Your steps moved slower, allowing him to eventually catch up to you. He cusped your face, bringing his masked one up to it.
Your hands rested atop Jason's, shakily returning his affections. You took deep breaths as he gently shushed you, whispering words of comfort as he ran his fingers through your hair.
Soon you were home, in bed to be precise. He snored next to you, head in your chest. It honestly turned you on, so you started bucking your hips. You looked down at his face, mouth open and drooling.
You ran your thumb across his wet lips, biting back a moan before eventually slipping them into his mouth. You felt the vibrations of his snores on your finger, eliciting a squeeze from your thighs.
You played with him for quite awhile, fucking his face while his snores vibrated through your whole core. Your hands, coated in his slobber, rubbed your tits while your hips bucked harder and harder. You'd stick your titties in his mouth, humping the shit out of him through his clothes.
Eventually you couldn't go any longer, falling asleep beside him as you began to snore yourself. You woke up sore, unknowing that karma had staked it's claim on you. Jason still slept, arms wrapped around you tightly.
You wriggled out, slowly backing towards the door. When he didn't wake up from your absence, you booked it. You ran outside and into the woods, running as far as your legs would take you.
After a while, you stumbled across an old worn down cottage. Looks as though it hadn't been so much as breathed on in centuries. You stepped inside, finding it to be surprisingly spotless other than the dust and cobwebs.
You found a bed, realizing you were still tired. You climbed underneath it, dusting the area, and fell asleep. Blissfully unaware of the tracking device within your gears, you hoped you'd be safe here.
Jason woke soon after you left, the emptiness in your absence growing too loud. He panicked, searching the whole cabin for you. Nowhere.
He remembered he had a tracker, frantically pulling out his phone. His face fell, as did his phone as his absolute worst nightmare came true. He fully dissociated for a good moment before gradually moving to go hunt you down.
You awoke to being dragged out of the bed by your feet. You screamed, clawing at the floor to no avail. Instead, you were picked up and tossed over a large man's shoulder. You kicked him and beat on his back, slowly realizing it was Jason.
Your eyes widened in even more horror, questions circling your head.
"J-Jason...?! How did you-"
"AirTag."
None of your additional questions yielded any response.
Now you were home. He slammed you down onto the bed, pinning you down. Through his mask, you could see. the utter despair in his leaking eyes. His hands shook as he held you, mustering up the will to speak.
"Why?"
His voice cracked, struggling to form in his throat.
"Why would you do that? How could you do this to me? I thought... you said you loved me! You said that I was beautiful, said that we were soulmates. You spoke so many promises, and then you... you run away...? You... left me."
You stared up at him in terror, tears pricking your eyes. His heart sank at the sight, biting his lip.
"Is it... is it because of what I did..? To your little friend?"
Your expression answered him for you.
"I'm sorry. I know it must've scared you. But I.. I had to. He was in the way, he was coming between us! Don't you- don't you want to be together? How can we do that with another in the picture? Couldn't you see how he tried to take you away? He wanted you all to himself! I-- you.. you still love me... right?"
You mustered up the courage to respond.
"Of course I do. I-- I'm sorry. I never wanted to leave, I just panicked and- I got scared and I'm so sorry.."
He notably softened at your words, brain rushing as he thought of what to do next.
".. It's alright. I forgive you. I always will, I love you so much there is nothing you could do to make that stop. But.. I have to teach you a lesson. I have to train this response out of you... I'm sorry."
"Wh.. What do you mean by th--"
You were interrupted by his hand around your throat, squeezing as hard as he could without damaging you. His other hand tore both of your bottoms off, leaving you both exposed.
"Hey- wh- what are you doing..?!"
He slapped his meat onto your stomach, admiring how much of you it took up without even being hard. He rubbed it against you until it got hard (which didn't take long in the slightest), sparing no hesitation before bottoming out inside of you.
This elecited a shriek of pain from you. Jason wanted do bad to kiss you and tell you it would be alright, to comfort you and make it stop. But you had to learn, one way or another.
He gave you no time to even adjust before slamming into you, grunting quite loud as he shredded your poor insides to pieces. Clearly sex alone wasn't enough to claim you as his. He had to rape you, had to prove what he can do to you. He had to violate you, inside out so you'd learn that there is nothing you can do to get him off of you.
Besides, he knew you secretly loved it. Maybe that's the real reason you ran away, you just needed to get raped and shown where your place really is. With him, with no way to escape.
Eventually, he stopped feeling bad at the way you sobbed. It began to invigorate him when you'd struggle, squirming in pain and trying with all your might to push and hit him off of you. It pushed him to go further, rape you harder.
He became something quite degenerate that way. He never imagined himself getting off to your suffering like that, but it made him feel so good to prove how weak and fragile you are compared to him. It was a power trip, one that he'd needed for a long time.
He told himself he'd only do this when he absolutely had to, when you'd forgotten what he can do to you and the fact that you can not ever escape him. But he got hooked on it.
He felt like a monster, beginning to search for misbehaviors he could use as an excuse. But soon, you stopped crying. You'd learned your place, and accepted the futility of fighting him off. Instead you started to like it. You began to love getting raped just as he loved to rape you.
Now, when you fought back, it was no longer in any real attempt to win. You knew you couldn't, and you loved it. You loved how powerless and helpless you were when he violated you whole, you loved being used as a dumb little rape toy for him. And you were so good, so beautiful and perfect for him. Truly matching each other's freak.
I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU BOYFRIEND AND DROIDFRIEND. HUSBAND AND WIRES, EVEN. MAN AND MACHINE. NOW GO FORTH AND PRODUCE DOZENS OF CHILDREN!!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S NOT BIOLOGICALLY POSSIBLE. V3, YOU WILL GET THAT MAN PREGNANT.
I was smiling so wide the entire time I drew this, just so you're aware
i hate ai generated photos but especially of things that we already have hundreds of actual photos of. why would you need ai generated images of the eiffel tower people have been taking pictures of the eiffel tower since its construction. you have unlimited eiffel tower photos already. why are you making fake ones. for what purpose.
lowk a vent/comfort post in the form of Slasher x Reader I'm ngl. basically just a giant ramble with no direction other than Jason kills ur shitty father
mdni as always
Jason with a Reader who's parents fucking SUCK but aren't overtly abusive.
I'm sure many of you know the kind. the underhanded remarks, the condescending tone. getting snippy at you for literally no reason at all and making you feel like shit for having an emotion on your face.
you aren't even acting on your feelings in the slightest. in fact, you are doing a Tibetan Monk level job staying calm and collected despite how deeply wounded and angry you are, yet that piece of shit that calls itself your father points out the slight furrowing of your eyebrows and mocks you for it because like... how dare you be a person. you have no reason to feel anything at all your life is so perfect and amazing.
and how DARE you not be on your best performance when you're sick and in agony? suck it up, go to work, and do your chores. course he's a little more lenient in this case but GOD is he still a fucking asshole.
oh but he's your father and he cares about you and is nice sometimes so it's actually ok. yeah he was extremely volatile and abusive for the entirety of your life, but he's magically found Jesus overnight so you have to forgive him!
Jason clenching his fists as he listens to you rant about these things. Who does this man think he is? How could someone as marvelous as you come from that?! He doesn't care how sweet your father is the other half of the time. He doesn't care about all the things he's gone out of his way to do for you, because it's so grossly overshadowed by what he's done to you.
He didn't have to buy you expensive gifts and smother you in affection and- I am just now realizing that this is love bombing and I'm going to fucking kill myself
........
yeah so this guy's dead. he's been dead since the moment Jason became aware of his existence. The way your face falls into a blank stare when he tells you your father is lovebombing you (not in those exact words but it gets the point across) makes his fists shake a little.
How the fuck could he have done all that to you.
You're so perfect, you're fucking magnificent. Even with all the torture your entire family has put you through, somehow, some way, you remain beautiful and kind. I mean yeah you kill people, but it's warranted. But with the way you treat him it is almost as if none of that had ever happened.
He desperately bites back tears when you tell him that he is exactly the same way. That deep down you both have hearts full of love, you've just never had anyone to give it to. But now you have each other. And you are one and the same, soulmates that cannot be compared to any other being except for one another. nobody can understand either of you the way you understand each other and at least for you, that is all that matters.
But it's enough for Jason. No, your father is still around. Still out there. Still hurting you. You won't even go no contact, his extreme love bombing simply too effective on you. He has to save you. He has to get you out of there.
He takes his time, meticulously planning every detail on how he will get rid of your father without you knowing it was him. For as much as you also want that piece of shit dead, he is still your father and you still love him.
A year later you get a phone call. Your father has been the victim of a drive-by shooting. Normally it would be obviously no matter how he died that it was Jason, but you've never seen him so much as touch a gun before. You don't even know if he could use one, you sure as hell couldn't.
Those are the initial thoughts that speed by your mind before realization hits. He's gone. You're free. Jason feels his chest clench with guilt as you stare blankly, eyes wide and empty as the phone falls onto the floor.
"Are you...... okay? What... happened...?"
Obviously dissociating as fuck, you're not able to answer him normally. It takes you a minute to even process the question, hand finally dropping to your side after holding an invisible phone for several moments.
"He's......dead......."
Your lips slowly curl and your eyebrows raise, expression nearly manic. Jason becomes increasingly concerned, wondering if maybe this outcome was even worse.
"H-He's...........deaadd.. ....."
Your voice begins to tremble from the oncoming laughter and tears. You really don't know how to feel. You want to throw up. He winces as your giggling becomes increasingly erratic and shaky, a laugh with no humor. A smile with no joy.
He grasps your hand firmly, scooting closer. His thumb rubs circles on the back of your palm, hoping to provide some sort of comfort. He lets you tweak the fuck out for a long while until it begins to cause you pain.
At this point, you're a mess. Your hand squeezes his, nails digging into his flesh. Your head droops low in contrast with your raised shoulders, legs kicking the ground as though you'd just heard the funniest joke of your life. Your uneasy laughter turns into painful cackling to the point of yelling. Your breaths are replaced by violent wheezing, laughter dying down and turning into raw and undisguised anguish.
At this point he wraps his arms around you tightly, prohibiting your movements. He pulls you into his lap, stroking your hair as you bawl and scream, muffled by your face buried harshly against his chest.
He holds you like that until you pass out, tears and snot staining his shirt and running down your face. He gently pulls you away, tucking you into bed as he wipes your face clean. He removes his shirt and climbs in bed with you, wrapping you tightly in his overpowering embrace.
i could never handle immortality not because of any existential reasons but because i know itd make my procrastination so much worse. catch me putting off tasks for decades. catch me putting off tasks for centuries. what do you mean that movie ive been meaning to get around to became lost media 40 years ago. what do you mean that landmark ive been meaning to visit has been eroded. oooh i got PLANY of time..............
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