#gender neutral imagine

Felt like I should write it - Genji and Reader are both 18 years old

Warning: Kidnapping, Murderer, Stalking, A bit of NSFW, It’s kinda brutal 

❥ Believe me or not, but Young Genji is much more brutal than Blackwatch or Current Genji

❥ He’s ready to kill everybody. And when I say everybody, I mean absolutely everybody

❥ Your parents are complete assholes? He can get rid of them if you want!

❥ Person from your class is flirting with you and you’re uncomfortable with that? Somehow they’ve been hit by a train right after school!

❥ There’s a teacher you hate? Don’t worry, they’ll disappear in the next 24 hours

❥ If someone is too much into you, the last thing they’ll see is Genji, his katana and bodies of people he murdered for you

❥ He keeps all of the bodies in the Shimada Castle underground and it’s a miracle nobody found them

❥ Talking about being a part of Shimadas - because Genji’s family is pretty rich and knows a lot of people, it’s easy for him to get out of trouble. No matter what will he do and how much his family will not like it, they will not let anyone know (luckily they still don’t know, somehow)

❥ If he doesn’t has anyone to get rid of, he’ll make sure you get home safe. Eventually will find an excuse to go with you

❥ Of course he has a small place where he likes to sit and watch after you enter your house. He has a great view for room

❥ When he gets some nice views, he takes a pictures of you. Mostly after taking them, he’s touching himself to them as soon as he’s back in his room

❥ When you weren’t at your house, he stole some things of yours to get off to them later

❥ He also has a small room dedicated to you, where he keeps your picture and things he stole from you

❥ At school, he’s nice to you and a bit flirty. He does his best to make you feel like he’s the best person you know

❥ The amount of times kidnapping you came to his head is a lot, he is very impatient, but he’s aware that if he wants to do it well, he has to wait for good moment and be ready for it

❥ When it eventually happens, Genji is prepared for every possibility

❥ At first he planned to kidnapping you straight from your bedroom, but after thinking, he decided to do when it’s going to be dark, so nobody will see it

❥ Once you’re finally his, he won’t let you go

❥ He gave you a nice room in Shimada Castle underground

❥ He keeps you tied, because even though he loves you, he doesn’t trust you

❥ Calls you cute pet names and acts like he’s your boyfriend 

❥ I mentioned that he’s pretty brutal, it can go towards you if you won’t be nice to him, try to escape or be aggressive and hurt him

❥ He won’t hurt you seriously unless you make him angry, like really angry

❥ Using his shurikens to leave deep cuts on your face and your body, stabbing your thighs till you beg for mercy, he’s pretty creative with punishments for you

❥ He’s careful

❥ He will hurt you, but not enough to kill you

❥ And he calls you a “bad pet” and things similar to this

❥ Genji waits till you’re begging for mercy, start to faint or start losing too much blood, before he starts patching you up

❥ While he’s patching you up, he’ll say that he’s sorry, but tell that it’s your fault for making him angry and you should never do that again

❥ Since he’s obsessed with you, he’ll get you almost everything you ask for

❥ Comfortable bed? You got it! Your favorite meal? On it’s way! Need some new clothes? He’s on his way to get them for you!

❥ Wanna go outside? Don’t even think about asking that. Best possible scenario is him trying to explain to you why it’s the best for you to stay with him

❥ When you would be too loud he would tape your mouth or put gag on you

❥ When you would be mean and he wouldn’t want to hurt you, he would leave completely alone in your room and come back hours or even days later to “make you miss him”

❥ Most days, he doesn’t leave your sight. Genji is very cuddly and he tries to show you how much he loves you

❥ Even though he might be a monster, he would never pressure you into things like sex or kissing. He might a bad person, but he has boundaries

❥ If you would be interested in having sex with him, he’s willing to fulfill your every fantasy and make you enjoy yourself

❥ Of course you can stop him at any moment 

❥ If you’re going to gain his trust, he might show you bodies of all the people he killed for you. Telling you it’s a “surprise”

❥If you would end up passing out or having a panic/anxiety attack after seeing that, he would leave the room with you to help you calming down or just anything to make you feel better

❥ If you would end up yelling at for killing people, Genji would be quiet before getting you back to your room and go get his emotions out (he would either go training his ninja skills or hurt someone)

❥ If would somehow escape from Shimada Castle, Genji will do anything to get you back

❥ Going to your house, your favorite places

❥ He won’t stop searching for you until you’re his again

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Words: 1600

Warning: Stockholm syndrome

Summary:Your dream vacation turned into a nightmare.

Every time the door opened, a chill ran down your spine. Every time you saw him, your stomach did turns.

He never hurt you, technically he never laid a wrong finger on you. It was his trap that got your foot, and you are still not sure if it was your mind making up scenarios or what was going on, but you clearly remember him just tearing the trap open, with his bare hands. You could recall how the metal sounded as it broke in his hands.

You were certain he was a monster, why else would he wear a mask?

You tried to could the days, but after a time you just couldn’t anymore. The chains around your wrists hurt as they rubbed against your soft skin.

But it was your fault. You couldn’t fault him for everything, you entered his property. Yes, you were only trying to take pictures of the old camp and the lake, but… still. You have been warned, you couldn’t say otherwise.

The old lady you tried to ask for directions were really clear.

“No one should ever go there! Leave that place and that boy alone!”

You assumed she was crazy, but now, now you were the crazy one. Locked in a cabin, chained to the wall, you were sure your mind was slowly dying.

If only he would let you out for a couple hours, minutes even! But you couldn’t ask, the huge machete he always had in his hands was troubling and also your ankle, it didn’t heal to the best. Sure, he tried his best, as far as you could tell, to heal you, but it wasn’t enough. It still hurt, but it did heal a great deal.

That was your only way of telling how much time you spent at the lake.

Then, one stormy evening, he forgot to bring you your dinner. You were really hungry, and cold. You tried to sleep but couldn’t.

During times like this, you tried to solve him, what happened to him, why was he alone, whowas he? Your mind making up all different scenarios/stories for this unknown man.

The old lady much know him, or heard about him since she referred to him as a ‘boy’ and that giant of a man is clearly not a boy.

The best scenario you could come up with was that he was an escaped prisoner, he hid in this camp and set traps for the cops and the people who were trying to find him.

Maybe you should have looked into the history of the place before entering.

Later that very same evening, he ended up coming, he brought the usual food and even a blanket. He was kind, sure he was your kidnapper, but there was kindness in him.

A couple more days passed, or were they weeks? Who knew.

And you gathered your courage to ask him.

So, that morning when he came with your breakfast, before he left you tried.

“Can I go out? You can keep the chains on, I won’t try and flee, not with my ankle anyway but please? I need some fresh air! Just a little, even to the porch would be fine.”

He didn’t even stop, he left.

But he didn’t hurt you. So that was a something. At least it didn’t discourage you from trying again.

And trying you did. Every time he entered the small house, you asked, always with a small voice not to upset him.

He ignored you, for what felt like a week, he ignored you, then he stopped, looked at you before leaving.

You hoped your pleading was working.

And eventually, it did.

One evening he entered the cabin with a pair of cuffs and a chain. But before he did anything he held a knife to your throat, showing you what will happen if you try and run. And you understood. You gave him a nod as he changed the chains and you stood up.

You were walking slow, limping as you walked to the door, there was something so free-ing about this, even with those rusty cuffs around your wrists.

He took you on a walk like a person would with their dog. He let you stop at places and look around. You were looking at the trees, enjoying the wind as you watched the sun go down.

“My name is Y/N.” you said to him, “At least you should know, even if you don’t care.” You didn’t want to bore him with your life’s story, but giving him your name was your choice, even if he held the chains, even if he put the cuffs around your wrists, telling him your name was your choice.

And that little power was enough.

From that day on, you proved it to him that you wouldn’t try anything, so he took you out on walks more an more frequently, sometimes more than once.

And you were grateful.

Then he started to bring you into his cabin, or rather under, into a bunker he had set up. He was an absolute giant as he walked around in the small space.

Then, he kept you in his cabin, his were warmer for some reason, and you had to remind yourself, he was your kidnapper!

But then how could you be so comfortable around him?

He was anything but soft, he was anything but warm. But he was kind, at it looked like that was enough for you.

You two had dinners together, well it was more of you eating and him watching. Then, you started to tell him things, things you liked, places you have been to.

You needed someone you were able to talk to and he was the only person there.

So, you talked to him. Even if he never replied, talking meant getting off your chest, and you did. You walked around the place, but it reminded you more of a storage then a home. Chains, hooks, knives and weapons everywhere, he must really trust you for letting you walk around since you could be able to just get a weapon and hurt him to try and escape.

One evening you heard bells ringing. It immediately alerted him as he stood up, grabbed his machete and was out before you could even ask a single thing.

You assumed it meant someone broke into his property. Was he going to take another hostage?

You heard screams from above. Strangely you were more terrified of these new people then of your captor. At one point you even found yourself being worried about his safety!

You were insane.

As the people screamed, you stayed quiet, until you heard the hatch to the bunker open. You hid in one corner.

Then two people came down, a girl and a guy, the guy broke your chains. Your mind was racing, what was going on?

You couldn’t think straight, you couldn’t even speak but you saw their mouths move.

You never asked for them to save you, they didn’t have to save you! You were perfectly fine! How dare they!

You realized this when they were walking our out of the camp and you saw the broken entrance.

You stopped abruptly.

“What are you doing? We have to keep going or he will kill us!” whisper yelled the guy. But you didn’t move so the girl came over to you.

“Please lets just go before Jason finds us. He already killer our friends! We have to go!” she said.

Then you saw a wire. And you understood the bells from earlier. It was a system to alert him.

When you didn’t move they both grabbed your hands, started pulling you, you managed to kick the bell, hoping he would hear it.

You should be running and you know, away from here, from him, but then why did you want him to save you?

Although your mind screamed at you to run, you didn’t.

“JASON!” you started yelling, and as you did the girl was shocked, both let you go and the guy hit you.

“What are you doing? ARE YOU INSANE?!” he hit you again and you fell.

“JASON HELP!”

You closed your eyes as the guy raised his hand to hit you again. But the slap never came all you heard was a weird noise and her scream, but that was abruptly ended as well.

You opened your eyes and saw him, blood dripping from his machete, he stood above the two corpses.

You started shaking and crying.

“I-I” you weren’t even sure what you wanted to say. “Thank you.” But it came out more as a question.

He turned and looked at you as you stood up.

You rubbed your hands, dusted your clothes off before you turned around and started walking back to the camp. Jason dragged the two bodies as he followed you.

He wondered why were you so different from the others, you didn’t try to run, scream or even say no to him.

And now, you were walking back, willingly to the camp. Jason stopped, as his brain couldn’t comprehend what was going on.

You noticed this as you turned when you noticed he was no longer behind you.

“Are you coming?” you asked pointing at the camp.

After that day, he never put a chain or cuffs on you, ever. He let you roam the camp, even helped you set up a home. You chose to stay in the same cabin above his bunker.

You were happy. He was happy.

Why?

Just why?

Was it because he was the first person who showed you kindness?

Was it because you were finally the first person who was kind to him?

What was this?

Friendship?

Love?

You weren’t sure, he wasn’t sure.

But one thing you were both sure on, this was good. Comfortable, warm and good.

You both could live like this.

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