ok now that you've seen that, here are some slasher audios 😈 MDNI
[M4F] Escaped Serial Killer With A Chainsaw & A Hung Cock [Script Fill] [MDom] [CNC] [Serial Killer] [Mentions of Death] [Face-Fucking] [Rough] [Ripped Clothing] [Creampie] [Mutual Orgasm] [Stalker] [Chainsaw] [Knife/Hook] [Fear-Play] [Happy Ending] [Who pays for the desk?] [Camp Morningwood]
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[M4F] This is the part where you run. [mdom] [yandere] [literal psycho speaker] [horror] [slasher] [ambience] [sfx heavy] [wet sfx] [rape] [creampie] [knife and stabbing] [all sorts of horror stuff] [no seriously, this is less of an audio and more of an experiment in fear]
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[M4F] Psycho Killer Makes You His Forever [Dubious Consent]so[RAPE][Yandere][Insane][YOU CANNOT FIX HIM] [Mild Horror] [Fucked Up] [Mostly Gentle] [Reluctant Listener][Lying to Save Your Own Ass] [Serial Killer] [Cunnilingus][Oral Sex] [Getting Head To Save Your Life] [Hair Pulling] [Script Fill]
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.
drabble that was supposed to be short where the reader is sick because I currently am
sfw, but MDNI anyways
Jasons the kind of guy who waits on you hand and foot, regardless of your condition. You're the only person since his mother that has shown him any form kindness, let alone truly loved him. For this he feels utterly indebted to you, despite your insistence that he has nothing to prove.
So when you became sick, he noticed immediately. You'd be in the kitchen, Jason wrapped around you from behind as usual when you started feeling icky. You let out a disgruntled sigh, head hanging low with your hands grasping the counter is exhausting agony. Your muscles grew sorer every minute, head pounding as though it were full of helium.
You best believe he was quick to scoop you up, forcing you to drop your activities and laying you down on the couch. He'd lightly cover you with a blanket before resuming your activity, completing it for you so he could take you to bed.
Now you were nice and cozy, tucked in like a baby as he handed you medicine. It had only been about 10 minutes and he was already on top of it, setting you up under all your blankets and fluffed up pillow. There was a half-eaten bowl of soup on your table, next to a cup of hot ass tea.
He refused to let you do anything yourself. He knew you were more than capable, he just didn't want you to have to. Once Jason felt you were satisfied, he'd crawl into bed with you and cradled your delicate body against his much larger one. He'd press kisses to your head and usher you to sleep, not that you weren't headed in that direction anyways.
Once you were well enough to move around without debilitating pain, he'd bring you to the bathroom and run a hot bath. You might have been embarrassed to be causing him so much trouble, but trust me; he is 100% doing this because he wants to. It makes him all sorts of warm and fuzzy inside, like he'd finally found something he could do right. A life he could live that brought him true happiness and fulfillment. it was such a nice change of pace, this domestic little life. Of course, he was still a murderer, and he had no regrets or remorse in that. It just hadn't been enough, taking his anger out on people that werent even the ones responsible for his rage to begin with.
You mean everything to him, and he would die to prove it to you. Many such thoughts circled his head as he scrubbed your hair, basking in the way you leaned into him with your arms around his sides. You looked up at him with such affection, internally promising to return the favor as soon as you got the chance opportunity.
