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slashersidewhore · 10 months

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Slashers! First meeting their S/O

Slashers! x gn!reader

Includes Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, fluffy shit, pre-relationship stuff, love at first sight, mentions of murder/gore/malicious intentions, violence

Michael Myers

It was Halloween night, dark eyes through holes in a white, cast of a mask staring through the second story window of an old, decrepit house

A young boy skipping by as in a blue, capped superhero, an older couple strolling on the opposite street, arm in arm minding their own in the breezy night

Eyes cast downward as the sharp ring of a doorbell shot through the old bones of the house, glint of a butchers knife tight in the grasp of the man know silently making his way through the upper hall

“Are we even supposed to be going in here?”

“Who cares, it’s tradition to check out the Myers mansion, relax”

“I don’t know, this feels wrong..”

Listening to what seemed to be two young adult, the shrill voice of one of them almost instantly striking the silent man with a headache

Michael watched from the shadows as the pair came into view, the louder of the two wearing her hair in tight pigtails, a cheerleader outfit splattered with what was obviously fake blood, a bad attempt at a murder victim

Ready to lumber from the darkness and strike down on the intruders, the man was struck to the spot he stood as you came into view, wearing another poorly, and clearly last minute, thrown on pirate costume

You were what he imagined when the perfect kill was dreamt, your face burned into his as your pictured screams of fear and pain died as did your fighting spirit, the knife once again tightened in his grip, knuckles turning a pale white, veins pulsing beneath taut skin

He wanted, no, needed to kill you

Even the thought alone send a bold chill of excitement through the otherwise lifeless body of his

“You know what would be so funny-“

The girl in pigtails spoke as she flipped around the corner, the voice shrinking in her throat quickly morphing in a scream of terror as she bumped into the large, awaiting body of the infamous Michael Myers

Although her scream was also short lived as a rough hand was immediately around her throat, lifting her from her feet and slamming her back into the adjacent wall breath knocked from her body at the impact

His other hand rose, moonlight catching the long, silver blade as it was plunged deep into her stomach, twisting, turning as her throat gave up on its scream, another shriek caused the killers head to twist like an owl

There you stood, frozen in place with hands partly covering your mouth, eyes wide, not shaking, not running, just watching as the man before you brutalized your friend

But as your eyes caught each others in the dimly lit hallway, Michaels grasp on the now corpse released, body hitting the floor with a dull thud he didnt bother to pull the knife from its placed nestled between dead flesh, not even glancing down at it

Your hands slowly fell from your face, still not shaking, but clearly stressed with sweat as you wiped your hands on the fabric covering your thighs

“I’m, sorry for breaking in”

Your voice was soft, careful but not disingenuous, Michael didn’t know how to react, unable to look away or even move

His head tilted to the left, mask bunching at the bottom, he turned on his heel and made his exit through the rickety wooden door leading to the backyard, leaving the body, knife, and you alone in the corridor

As his walk through the brisk night air flooded under the neck of his mask, the killer could feel his normally emotionless face scrunch with confusion

If hearing you scream in fear wasn’t what he thought he wanted from you, then what did he want from you?

He would have to investigate this sudden curiosity closely

Jason Voorhees

Jason was tirelessly indulging the day by sitting on the end of his cabins patio, watching the slow turn of various wild animals go by

There weren’t any campers to keep him busy, nor screams and boisterous laughter of teens trying to get their rocks off on the property, just the hum of June bugs and trees swaying beneath the gentle breeze of warm weather

That was until a shrill yelp drilled into Jason’s eardrums, bothered by the distraction from his day of calm, the man stood with shoulders squared, grabbing the awaiting machete perched against one of the patios wooden posts

Marching through the dense woods, his boots crushed leaves as he made he way to the noise from minutes earlier, hoping whoever it was was far gone

“Oh my god”

Of course they weren’t though, of course whoever this was decided to stupidly wander onto private property, clearly posted in writing on multiple trees and wire fences

Although Jason hesitated when he heard something he’d never had the pleasure of catching

“You poor thing, here I am breaking the law because of you”

Peeking from behind the thick trunk of a large oak, Jason was surprised to see a stranger kneeling in the dirt, fingers and palms cut up with minor wounds as they attempted to unwind a helpless rabbit that seemed to have gotten itself rolled in loose barbed wire

Not minding to worry about yourself, you winced as another barb caught your finger, slicing the thin flesh there as the rabbit was freed, trotting away without a care in the world

“Okay, now which way did I come in from?”

You wondered aloud, turning on your heel to go back the direction you think you came from, hoping in get back on the hiking trail you’d left behind

Jason merely watched with confusion, no malice or really any thought behind his eyes other than the urge to, protect you, from what he wasn’t sure

But he knew for certain, you weren’t someone he’d be able to forget

Thomas Hewitt

Let’s get one thing straight, Thomas doesn’t enjoy killing, him and his family was forced into it by Hoyt and his insatiable urge to feed and “care” for everyone

Most victims were easy to kill, treating him like a monster, screaming in his face curses and insults as they went out

Others he had a harder time with, the ones that just cry, plead with him for their life, promise they won’t tell the police if he lets them go

That being said, he’s never failed to kill, not once since he’s begun

That is until one summer day, when a knock at the door caught Luda Mae by surprise, wiping her wet hands on a dish towel and headed to the front door

Eyes narrowed, the older woman opened the door to reveal a young adult, you, standing there with a shy smile gracing your features, you held a pair of car keys in one hand, the other free to reach up and rub nervously at the back of your neck

“I’m sorry to bother you and, whoever else is home, but my car broke down a mile out, and I’m unable to reach anyone on my cell”

Luda Maes confusion turned to soft pity, a reserved grin taking over her lips as she moved to the left, a hand beckoning you in

“Well dear, there’s a phone in the kitchen, if you’d like I can call the towns auto shop while you wait in the living room”

Although still shaken from being practically dropped in the middle of nowhere Texas, you made your way graciously inside, thanking the woman with kind praise as you did so

Taking a seat on one of the two sofas available, your ankles crossed as you stared down at one of the keychains dangling from your car keys

You could hear the woman in the kitchen shuffling around, although you weren’t sure if you could hear anyone speaking to anyone on the phone

Curious, you slowly stood, palms sweaty as you now took a few steps from the living room, now able to hear Luda Mae speaking on the low to someone, then the sound of a corded phone clicking into its place on the wall

Heart slowing as you realized you were just being paranoid, you quickly turned on your heel to find your way back to the couch, although your trip was cut short by your feet crossing over one another, about to fall on your face when a two large hands steadied your shoulder

Gazing up, your breath caught in your throat at the absolute behemoth of a man now standing before you, a leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, thick brows furrowing as you simply continued to stare with wonder up at him

“Thank you”

Was all you could manage, voice catching as you realized your body was practically pressed up against his

“There you are dear, oh look I see you’ve met my youngest boy Tommy”

Luda Mae spoke as she entered the room, knowing look on her face as she coyly added fuel to the current fire

Pulling yourself up right and out of Thomas’ grasp, your hot face was focused on the older woman in hopes the man wouldn’t notice your sudden fluster

“Unfortunately our only truck is out with my other son, so I was thinking my boy here could be so kind as to walk you to the auto shop, you’ll be safe with him, promise”

You didn’t notice the way Thomas’ eyes followed you, too focused on thinking about being alone with a man as attractive as the one quietly standing beside you

“You’re not worried are you?”

Luda seemed to test you, but it went right over your head as you shook your head no

“He seems very reliable”

You smiled up at Thomas, unable to catch the skip in his chest as you did so

Luda Mae could only grin at the sight, ready to call up Hoyt and tell him to leave this stranger alone, as she could see a future blooming before her eyes

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent wasn’t one to leave his studio unless absolutely necessary, and even in those cases he didn’t, it wasn’t pleasant for the man

Until Bo brought home a guest, someone shaking and blindfolded as he manhandled the poor soul, although the stranger wasn’t screaming nor fighting, it was as if they’d completely given up, or knew it wouldn’t help

Vincent watched silently as his brother forced you to the ground, your knees surely hurting as they made contact with the hard, concrete floor

“Do you know what happens to people that wander where they don’t belong?”

Bo questioned menacingly, although he had a playful glint in his eye Vincent had never seen before

Silently creeping up behind his twin, the long haired man narrowed his eyes as he scanned what he could see in the dim, candle lit room of your face

The obvious old, dried tears that had found their way down your cheeks were still shining, creating lines over your soft skin

You looked to be carved of marble, painted with delicate strokes and framed with care, you were a work of art, and he hadn’t even seen your eyes yet

Placing a deft hand on Bo’s shoulder, the two exchanged looks, the shorter haired twin groaning in annoyance, although that look from before was still in his eye

Right as he was turning to take his leave, he leaned closer to Vincent, whispering to him as he passed

“I took one glance and knew you’d like them, guess I was right”

Then he was gone, foot steps disappearing as he left up the basement stairway

Vincent cautiously walked closer to you, noticing how you flinched back a bit when he made a move to pull your blindfold up, doing it slowly as to not startle you

Your watery eyes fell on his masked face, brows furrowing slightly as you glanced around the room

Vincent’s mouth soured at the idea that you were looking for Bo, of course you would be, what new comer in town wasn’t, until

“Is that man from before gone?”

You’d whispered, and if your sweet voice didn’t send Vincent into a flutter of strange emotions, your next words at the nod of, “yes”, Vincent gave you did

“Good, he scares me”

He merely nodded, unsure of how to act

“Is he going to come back?”

Vincent shrugged

Your shifted so you were sitting, wincing at the ache in your legs, eyes nervous but no longer afraid, you looked to the silent man before you

“Will you, stay here if he comes back?”

Vincent had never been so quick to nod a, “yes”

Sorry I’ve been gone for so long, but I’m back now! I’m working on what is currently in my requests but feel free to send in more!

^ me returning after being inactive for 6 months

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multific · 6 months

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A Proof of Love

Jason x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jason never felt happier.

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

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

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

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

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

You stood up and handed him the baby.

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

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

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

And yet somehow, you understood.

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

Jason nodded.

It did.

It did make sense.

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you very much, Jason."

He knew.

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

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

You understood.

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aalyssah · 3 months

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Protect His Family

Pairing: Jason Voorhees x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Killing!

Word Count: 1,393

Summary: While pregnant, an intruder breaks in the cabin in hope of getting valuable items, but is met by a fuming Jason ready to protect his family.

A/N: Just Jason protecting our family. I kinda like the whole Dad!Jason thing. Hope You Enjoy!

It was 8:56 and you just finished up with dinner. Steak and potatoes, hot and ready on a plate.

Although you’re pregnant, you still made sure to cook for Jason. Jason just turned the corner after taking a shower you forced him to take, eyes growing wide under the mask as he saw you carrying one plate to the table.

He made quick moves into the kitchen, grabbing the plate from your hand. "Jason, baby, I got it!" You giggled, knowing why he wanted to grab everything.

Ever since he found out you were pregnant, after you had to explain to him that meant, he's been very overprotective of you.

He's made sure you haven't been getting up as much, attempting to cook for you with the help of your instructions, and even killing people who like to roam the woods at night while you're sleeping just to make sure you feel safe.

He's taking this baby very seriously and when he found out it was a boy, immediate joy filled his 6'5 body.

Jason set the plate on the table and retrieved to get the other one. He gently helped you sit down in the chair before pushing you in. You smiled like a schoolgirl feeling like a princess.

Jason sat down in his chair before taking his mask off and putting it to the side. That action made you smile, seeing how comfortable he was to be around you.

Jason started eating, fork stabbing the steak. He was enjoying his food and that's one thing he loved about you.

Before you came along, he normally ate the fish he would catch from the lake before using a campfire from some teens he killed to cook it. Sometimes he was tired of fish, but he had no other option.

You soon finished your food, letting the fork cling against the plate. You let out a sigh, rubbing your belly. "Mmm, that was so good." Jason nodded his head, agreeing with you.

He stood up, taking your plates and putting them in the sink which he would wash later on tomorrow.

You slowly got up and made your way to the living room, taking a seat on the couch, and reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

You scrolled through some channels, trying to find something to watch when you got chills up your body. You shook in the seat, bringing your hands to rub against your arms.

Jason caught on to the cool air coming through the cabin. He went to the back door and came back with an axe in hand, grunting at you.

You nodded your head with a smile. "Make sure you get big logs, they'll last longer." You told him, letting him walk out the cabin.

Usually it takes Jason 15 minutes to go out and get some sticks and logs from outside to put them in the fireplace to warm up the cabin.

You sat on the couch, looking at TV, but before you knew it, your eyes closed for just a couple of seconds. About 7 minutes later you woke up to the sound of the back door being banged on.

You jumped out of your sleep, looking around to see where the noise was coming from. You then heard the back door lock bust. You quickly got up, knowing this wasn't Jason.

1. He would never come through the back door like that.

2. Why would he break the lock on the door he installed just to make sure you were safe?

You thought fast, quickly rushing to the kitchen and grabbing a knife before rushing to the bedroom. You hide in the closet, peeking between the cracks to watch.

The back door finally opened, a grunt coming from the mystery person. "Goddamn, damn lock hard as fuck." It sounded like a man. The sound of his heavy boot slammed against the floor as he walked around the kitchen and living room.

You could hear shuffling and things being knocked over. "What, what is this?" You heard him ask himself. He made his way around the front part of the house before coming into the bedroom.

You felt nervous, your hand covering your mouth as he searched the room. "Oh, sick! A diamond ring!" You closed your eyes, feeling guilt that your wedding ring was getting taken.

You forgot to put it back on after washing the dishes this morning. You could see the man covered in all black through the cracks on the closet as he stuffed things into a bag.

Then, you felt your heart leap in your chest when he turned around and made his way towards the closet. Tears took over your vision as his feet stopped in front of the closet.

"A closet? Probably got some nice clothes." He muttered to himself before pulling the closet door open. You let out a scream, swinging the knife at the man which luckily sliced his arm.

The man groaned in pain, harshly grabbing you by the hair. The knife fell out of your hand as your hands gripped his wrist, hoping he would loosen his hold. "What the fuck, you dumb bitch!" The man yelled at you, knife ready to stab, but you let out a pleading cry.

"No, please, I'm pregnant! I'm pregnant!" The knife stopped mid air, as the man smiled behind the black ski mask. "Ah, you're pregnant, huh?" You didn't answer him, sniffling the snot away from your nose.

"Cute little thing though. Whatcha' doing out here in this cabin anyways?" The man's tone changed as his disgusting hand ran down your baby bump.

You jerked back fast, but didn't get far as his grip tightened on you. "Please just leave, don't hurt me or my baby, please." You pleaded once more, more tears spilling from your eyes.

Where was Jason?

The man tsked, shaking his head. "Oh, I'm not gonna hurt you. Might take you home with me. Got my truck parked a few feet from here, cranked up and ready to go." He said, hand trialing back to your stomach.

"I've always wanted a baby, but girls don't seem to like me for some reason." The man ranted, as if you cared. You were feeling all hope give up until the sound of leaves crunching under shoes caught you and the intruders attention.

You felt the man freeze, grip slightly loosening. "What was that?" He asked. You took that as an opportunity to call for help. "Jason! Help me, Jason-" Your voice was cut off by the hand of the intruder, covering your mouth.

"Shut up, shut up you dumb bitch, you're gonna get us killed!" You squirmed in his hold, feeling all air getting cut off from your mouth and nose.

You scratched at his wrist, clawing for air and then Jason came. You felt your eyes flash before your eyes when a machete sliced the man's head clean off his body.

You fell back on the floor, making sure to not hit your bump. You scurried back watching as Jason continuously hit the man's body with the machete, cutting up his body. He was breathing heavily, putting more and more force into every hit.

You looked away, closing your eyes. If you weren't pregnant you would be mad at him for the blood and dead body on the floor, but all you wanted was for Jason to come hold you.

"J-Jason, he's dead, please." Jason already knew what you wanted. He dropped the machete, making his way over to your small form. He helped you up and engulfed you in his chest.

The smell of wood and dirt with the slight hint of blood filled your nose as you breathed in his scent. You felt safe now. Safe that you man was here to save you.

Jason let you go for a second, frowning at the whimper that passed your lips and picked up the bag of stolen things the intruder attempted to take. Jason searched through the stuff and picked up your ring.

With blood covered on it, he took your hand and slipped the ring back on your finger, pushed his mask up to his lips, and placed a soft kiss on your finger.

You instantly pulled him in for a hug, happy he was here to protect his family.

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slasherstories123 · 23 days

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Can we have where a female S/O with a fear of bees, when ever a bee flew close, Jason comforts her and keep her safe, then comes a time where she paused as she was under a wasp nest without realizing it, so Jason helps her back away/move forward. I have a fear of bees, and sometimes the people I know get annoyed, but I know Jason would be understanding, since I didn't have a problem with him being afraid of water.

Bees

Word count:604

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You were terrified of bees.

It was obvious especially when you would cower away at the sound of any buzzing that flew past your head, hiding behind Jason who would only look down at you in curiosity. When you finally told him about your childish fear, he accepted it. Well he did was give you a hug to let you know that he understood.

Everyone has their own fears, even he does too. And you accepted his fears without laughing or judging him. Anytime a bee came near you he’d let you hide behind him or would swat it away, if he got stung he wouldn’t feel it but would be confused if you began to freak out over the bee sting on his arm or hand. He secretly liked it when you came to him for protection even if it was the smallest things like a bee.

On a particular day you wanted to go walking. He followed since he could never say no to you. Especially when you beg to at least walk around the forest. It eases his mind, but he’ll never admit it. Walking hand in hand while pointing out the small critters that crawled through the trees and even ran away from them out of instinct. After a while of walking something caught your eye, a single flower. You didn’t see much flowers or even a dandelion, so it made you smile at the large daisy by the tree.

You let go of your giant boyfriend’s hand to get the flower, gently picking it out of the grass to show your boyfriend proudly. “Jace look!” You exclaimed. “I found a flower!”

Jason gave you a thumbs up while you scanned the grass for more flowed to pick. What you didn’t realize was that you’re standing right above a bee hive. The rapid buzzing filled Jason’s ears and he looked around before tilting his head up to see the large bee hive right above your head, no bees were flying around it thankfully.

He moved his hands around frantically to get your attention. You looked up at him after finding three more flowers from the ground.

“Something wrong Jace?” You asked with a slight worried tone in your voice.

His blue eyes widened through the hockey mask, he knew that if he pointed towards the hive you’d freak out. Shaking his head no while motioning for you to walk to him. You scanned his face to find some sort of emotion, but you didn’t find anything, you couldn’t tell if he was freaking out or was scared of something else. You walked closer to him and grabbed his arm to support him, instead of letting you hold him he picked you up instead.

It made you yelp in surprise, gently putting his chin in your head as his own way of protecting you in his arm. Turning his body so you could see the bee hive that you were standing under. You froze, eyes flickering from the bee hive to Jason. “I..was under that?”

He nodded.

You didn’t know whether to be scared or relieved. By the way Jason was holding onto you he wanted you to remain calm since you weren’t under it anymore. Smiling to yourself and reached up to place a kiss to his mask cheek as your way of saying thank you. “Thank you Jace.” He turned around to continue the walk with you in his arms.

He refused to put you down, even when you nearly whined to be put down, he put you down when you both went back to your shared cabin.

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sadhornyygirl · 11 months

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Jump

Jason's cock was hitting my cervix.

I would jump on it like my life depended on it, and it probably does.

Jason smacked my ass hard and started pushing up to make my ass jump even more. After a while, he grabbed me and sat me down.

He grabbed both my hands and placed them behind my back.

Jump, he ordered

You started jumping even harder

His dick is beautiful; it's extremely thick and long. You've never seen a dick that big before.

Fuck, you screamed as he hit you even deeper.

The cock went deep into her pussy, and it didn't come out anytime soon.

He growled loudly, indicating he was close, then he grabbed you and laid you against his chest. His back rubbed against his chest as he thrust faster and faster.

Balls of him slamming violently against you as he pounded into you. The room was filled with moans.

Jason, you screamed as you reached your orgasm.

You fell down beside him, but there was only one problem: Jason still hadn't come.

Put it back, he ordered.

So you climbed on it and rode, even though your legs were jelly.

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cringe-but-proud · 4 months

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Omfg I love your work! I was wondering if you can do slashers (any slashers) headcanon x a fem!reader who Isn’t like regular victims who run away screaming, but is actually willing to stand there and fight them and being all badass 🤭

Slashers... Save me..

Slashers

Save me slashers

Slashers and Fem!Reader who tries to swing on them

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, and Bubba Sawyer

A/n: YEAH! GET HIS ASS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Requests are open (see pinned post for info)

Michael Myers:

Oh yeah, you could beat his ancient ass in a fight

It's not the first time he's had someone fight back, but it's still suprsing

You can definitely slow him down, but there's no way you're knocking him out

Your best bet is throwing shit at him and then running

Don't think you're getting too far, though. He'll catch you. Even if it takes years.

Jason Voorhees:

He finds you in the middle of the woods and starts stalking toward you, and instead of running, you hurl your flashlight at his head

He's so thrown off guard. Having a random girl fight against the 6'5 beast of a man that he is, is suprsing, to say the least.

He falls back when the flashlight hits his head, and at this point you either run, or continue to fight him

Either way, after the fight you put up against him, he decides he'll probably let you go.

Bubba Sawyer:

Honestly, if you really manage to beat his ass, he'd probably cry

You had been unfortunate enough to wander into his family's house. He's about to grab you from behind when you turn around and just punch him square in the nose.

He'll try to fight back, but if you get in enough punches, he'll either run away or curl up in a ball and wait for you to stop

You can successfully make a run for it. He'd probably be scared to go after you.

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funtimeisparty · 4 months

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Cute Jason Voorhees

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6lostgirl6 · 8 months

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Jason Voorhees Masterlist

Fics:

Trouble in Paradise - Jason Voorhees x Fem!Reader [Coming Soon!]

Headcanons:

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pinkslashersimp · 2 years

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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

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

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internet-sadass · 5 months

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More Than You Bargained For But Better Than You Thought You'd Get (Jason Voorhees x female reader)

Blurb: You just wanted to get some photographs of the object of your obsession but said object had other ideas in mind, namely pounding the stupid walking fleshlight that dared to not flee when he pursued.

Alternative title: the reader is a big fan of Jason and decides she wants to get some pictures and some dick from him :)

Warnings: smut, size difference, size kink, outdoor sex, this is a slasher fic so there's mention of violence.

AN: it's kinda iconic that my return to tumblr comes in the form of a jason voorhees smut fic 💀 anyways, big masked mamas boy has me in a chokehold rn and I was itching to write some filth about him.

It was mad. No, actually, it was utterly deranged of you. But you just couldn't help it. Newspaper clippings weren't enough and the grainy footage of him hulking his way between the trees you had seen on the news sure as hell wasn't enough. Even your imagination, as boundless and talented as it was at conjuring up scenes of that towering figure knocking you to the floor and using you like a glorified sex doll, wasn't enough.

You had to see him in the flesh, snap a few pictures of your own. He was like a wild animal, deadly yet cautious, with an equal chance of fleeing or pursuing you.

This whole mad plan is why you were here, walking along the dirt path that weaved between the trees. The infamous lake caught the sunlight in the distance, sparkling like a discarded foil wrapper. Even though your pace was steady, nothing more than a stroll, your heart pounded, and your body leaked a slick sheen of sweat. It was a little embarrassing that just being in a location where he could be was making you so unbelievably aroused. Just the mere chance of seeing his silhouette had turned you into a beast in heat, trudging through the woods to find something to rut against so the aching between your thighs would stop. Despite how unbelievably hot and bothered you were, you were determined to keep walking, keep wandering the woods of Camp Crystal Lake until you found him.

Four hours had passed, and that determination was starting to dry up. You leaned back against a tree stump and drank water while looking through the few images you’d snapped on your camera. They weren’t of anything special, just the infamous ‘Camp Crystal Lake’ sign and a few shots of the woodland you’d been roaming through. The rational part of your brain whispered that this was a good point to turn around, return to the car park, and drive home. But no, you’d come here to fulfil your fantasies, and by God, you’d do that, even if the only part of him you saw was a shadow and the only photo you snapped was a blur of his hockey mask.

You got up and started walking again, this time without the guidance of the path. Weaving between the trees, you progressed deeper and deeper into the belly of the woods, straying further away from the relatively safety of the sunlight-lit dirt track. Any sounds of other hikers faded and were replaced by the constant low sound of the wind rustling leaves, the occasional twittering from an invisible bird somewhere above you, and the snap of twigs under your boots. The stark lack of any signs of human life sent an odd thrill through you: no one would be here to save you or interrupt your mission. You’d be at his mercy if he spotted you, a little voyeur intent on getting pictures of the object of her obsession, and decided to put a stop to his personal paparazzi.

A jolt nearly made you trip over yourself. Managing to regain your balance before you could fall face-first onto the mossy forest floor, you looked down. The laces on your right boot had come undone, and you’d stepped on them, yanking yourself to a stop. With a mumbled curse, you crouched down to retie them. Drawing back up, your gaze settled on the endless blur of trees ahead of you, interrupted only by an off-white oval.

Wait.

Frozen in place, your breath caught in your throat. The unmistakable hockey mask, attached to a figure trying to conceal his bulk in the foliage, was staring right at you. Ever so slowly, as if any sudden movement would make this hulk of a man scurry away like a spooked deer, you pulled the camera slung around your neck up to your eye and squinted into it. Twisting the zoom lens, you watched him momentarily before clicking the button and capturing an image of his half-hidden form. You clicked a few more times. The hockey mask tilted to the side, questioning your actions.

‘Fuck, that’s so cute.’ You thought absently as you clicked away, probably filling up the SIM card with hundreds of duplicates of the same image.

The hockey mask recentred itself. Jason’s question of what the woman standing in the middle of his forest was doing had been answered. He lurched into a heavy-footed but brisk walk, closing the distance between himself and the small figure ahead of him. Much to his surprise, you didn’t move, didn't turn and flee. You stood, camera raised, finger pumping at the button, taking endless pictures documenting his emergence from the undergrowth. The camera only lowered when you peeked over the top of it and realised he was no more than ten feet away from her.

“Shit.” You hissed, letting your camera fall from your hands and hang around your neck. Spinning around, you began to run, stumbling over the uneven ground.

But you knew that you were half-assing this. You weren’t running as fast as you could, you weren't actively trying to escape. You were basically jogging along, listening to the thud of his footsteps draw closer and closer. This was all a ploy, a little game of cat and mouse. Jason liked to hunt, to pursue, and you were going to give him that. Let him have the pleasure of catching you, and then you’d see if you could change his mind about what he would do to you when he got his hands on you. As you lazily dodged trees, you felt the space between your thighs grow slick, both your panties and shorts beginning to bare damp patches.

It took only a few minutes before your hair was grabbed, jerking you to a halt. Before you could even take a peak at the huge form that was casting a shadow over you, the hand clenching your hair used your locks as a means to hurl you to the ground. The wind was knocked out of you with the impact, leaving you dazed for a moment. Regaining awareness, you flipped yourself onto your back so you could look up at the predator that had caught you.

The few pictures you’d seen of Jason did not do him any justice in terms of his height, you thought, mouth agape as you looked up at the tank of a man towering over you. You’d thought plenty about Jason’s size and how much bigger he would be than you, but now that he was looming over you, your innermost desires about his ability to toss you around and utterly destroy you with one hand alone were confirmed.

“Oh…looks like you caught me, huh?” You said, bold as brass, propping yourself up on your elbows. Your voice didn’t even quiver. It was as if you were talking casually to an acquaintance, rather than a murderer who could literally snap you in two. You wanted to tease him a bit, see if you could press the right buttons in his brain to get your sick desires fulfilled.

“Whatcha going to do to me now, hm, Jason?” You whispered. As you spoke, you spread your legs slightly, biting your lip. If your mind hadn't been so addled by adrenaline and obsession, you probably would have cringed at the pathetic neediness of your actions.

Jason cocked his head to the side at the mention of his name, much as a dog would do. His eyes locked onto yours, watching you with a mix of anger and interest. He thought for a few seconds about what you had asked, about the way you wasn’t screaming, begging, or attempting to escape. Something in his animal brain stirred.

Grabbing your arm, Jason yanked you up, nearly dislocating your shoulder in the process, then dragged you to the closest tree. You were ungraciously thrown against the trunk, rough bark tearing at your cheek and leaving a collection of scratches across your skin. Your heart thudded in your chest, pounding so loudly in your ears that you wouldn't have been able to make out anything Jason had to say if he were to speak. You giddy recollected the many hours you’d spent fantasising about this exact thing happening, and now it was actually going to happen. Or, at least, you hopped it was happening, and that Jason wasn't about to split your head open against the tree.

Fingers gripped the waistband of your shorts and tore them, scraps of denim falling to your feet. The thong you’d picked out oh-so-purposefully that morning got the same treatment. Your breath came out in ragged pants as you looked over your shoulder as Jason, watching him inspect your naked lower body. Leaning against the tree, you spread your legs wider, giving him a better view of your holes, letting him pick which one he wanted. He gave a huff of approval or interest. Your cunt clenched at his reaction, squeezing more slick out of you. He was killing you with how slowly he was going, taking his time to stare at the pink lips of your slit and the pucker of your asshole.

With his decision made, Jason unzipped his jeans, sliding them and his boxers down enough that he could pull his stiff cock out. He pumped it a few times, beckoning more blood into it. His cock matched his gargantuan size, both in length and girth. Considering that his hand, that was big enough that his fingers would be able to easily cage around your head and crush it, was just about able to close around his length, you knew that it was going to split you in two. A trickle of white pre-cum leaked from the crown, dripping onto the moss.

All you could do was stare, wide-eyed with terror and arousal, as he lined himself up with your hole. When the warmth of his pre-cum smeared against your opening, you twitched and clenched. Even your body seemed to have its doubts that the literal beast of a dick would fit without causing you major internal damage, and was trying to save itself from being pillaged by tightening up. Jason was having none of it, as he grabbed your hip with his free hand and steadied you, trapping you so that you couldn’t wriggle away as he pressed the tip of his cock into you.

A pained groan left your mouth as your entrance struggled to stretch around just the tip of his length, the pinkness of your lips becoming white as the flesh became taut. You took a shuddering breath in, leaning hard against the sturdy trunk of the tree, as your body reluctantly took on the oversized head of his dick. The hand on your hip curled into your flesh, nails catching on your skin. That was your only warning before Jason thrusted into you, cramming nearly all of his length into your velvety insides. It felt like his dick was never ending, filling up space inside your body that you were sure you didn't have, bulging out into your guts. The head hit your cervix and pressed hard against it, threatening to burst through it.

“Ha…fucking hell…I wonder if I’ve got…” You burbled out between pants, struggling to even breathe or speak, as if Jason’s cock had made its way up into your chest cavity and was crushing your lungs. You drooped your head between your arms to look at your body. A prominent bulge was settled in your lower belly, distending it. Jason shifted a little, pulling out then back in again, and you watched his movements appear through the flesh of your abdomen.

“H-holy hell…” You moaned, slightly mind blown that one of your biggest fantasies (aside from, you know, fucking Jason Voorhees) was right there in front of your eyes.

You didn't get much more of a chance to admire the outline of the massive cock pressing against your belly as Jason began to rut into you at a furious pass. You’d expected he’d have fucked in the same way he chased, slow and heavy, but he was surprisingly agile with his thrusts. Each time he sheathed himself inside you, his crown pressed thickly against your cervix and G-spot, not that Jason was aiming to make you cum. He was just chasing the high of being inside the hot, wet, vice-like grip of a cunt that was more than willing to take everything he could give it. It had been so long, maybe decades even, since he’d felt anything but his own cold hand around his cock, so the sensation of your pussy and the heat of your body felt like heaven to him. He let out grunts of pleasure as he slid himself nearly all the way out of your gaping hole, just the tip still encased in your warmth and wetness, and then slammed back into you, forcing your cunt to swallow a dick it was not naturally designed to take. The deep-rooted masculine need to pound and fill whichever hole welcomed it had taken hold of Jason.

Of course, even though Jason wasn’t aiming to make you cum or pleasure you in any way, that didn’t stop you from orgasming. The steady thud of his meaty cockhead against your cervix, paired with the strain of his girth stretching you open, drew an orgasm out of you relatively quickly. A crescendo of moans and begging reached its peak when you felt your stomach clench and the tension in your cunt snap. You were certain you had squirted, as you felt something warm and wet roll down your leg. Then again, it could have been blood from your pussy being torn by the savageness of how Jason’s cock speared you open. Everything was going hazy and blurry for you, as any ability to think rationally had been destroyed as soon as Jason had laid his hands on your flesh. You resigned yourself, clutching onto the tree trunk for support, barely able to keep yourself up as your legs trembled whilst you were pounded through one orgasm and into another.

Jason wasn’t sure how he felt about the noises you were making. They were similar to the screams and gurgles he’d pulled out of countless victims before, but there was no fear in the noises you were making. Still, they let him know he was doing something to you, and the way the muscles of your cunt tensed and relaxed around him confirmed that the something he was doing to you was probably good. Some part of him wanted to see your face, to see what expressions you were making.

Wrapping both hands around your waist, his fingers touching as he did so, Jason lifted you up, keeping you skewered on his cock. Still holding you, he flipped you over so you faced him. You let loose a squeal of pain and struggled pitifully when the ridges of his cock caught on the gummy walls of your cunt as he spun you around. Moving the pair of you closer to the tree, Jason pined you against the trunk with one hand under your breasts, holding you immobile by the ribcage. Panting, you gaped at him, still in shock after being rotated around and feeling his length definitely tear something inside you. His eyes met yours, and he stared for a moment, unblinking and devoid of any emotion, before he started pummelling at your cervix again. Fearing you’d fall or he’d lose his grip, you tried to wrap your legs around his waist, which only made you sink deeper onto his cock as you opened your entrance up more. His cock slid further into you, only stopping when he was sheathed balls deep in you. It literally felt like his cock was all the way up inside your chest, the tip nestled between your lungs.

Jason felt the pressure build low in his body, threatening to spill over with every passing second. His desperate rutting slowed as he drew out the process of bringing himself to completion. Each slide of his cock into you was accompanied by a sickening squelch, as your insides had coated his length with slick twice now. His breathing was heavy, rattling behind the mask, and his cock pulsed in time with each ragged breath, twitching in anticipation. Pressing himself as deep as he could without his tip breaking through the ring of your cervix, Jason emptied his load into you with heavy, hot spurts. You swear you could hear the filthy, wet gurgle of your hole being filled with the copious flood of seed, your womb swelling and cramping as it was flooded with the viscous fluid. Even with his length plugging your entrance, some cum escaped, trickling down the cleft of your ass.

You looked absently up at the masked man who had ravaged your hole, used you up like a cheap whore, your cock-drunk brain unable to form a single intelligent thought. He stared back as he casually slid his softening length out of you, leaving your pussy clenching around nothing and leaking a mix of his fluids and your own. His grip on your ribcage loosened, and you were dropped to the forest floor, where you lay, slumped against the trunk of the tree.

Exhausted, your vision went blurry, darkening at the edges as your ears buzzed with static. Before you fell unconscious, you saw the massive shadow of Jason pause and turn to look at you a last time before he trudged his way through the maze of trees and disappeared.

You awoke some time later, head spinning. It took a few moments before you remembered what the actual fuck had just happened to you. You fumbled about, searching for your camera, before realising it had stayed around your neck the whole time. Miraculously, it hadn't been crushed or really damaged at all, minus a smear of something covering the lens. You rubbed the smudge of god knows what off the glass before pulling the camera-strap over your head and holding the camera out in front of you. Smiling lopsidedly, your brain still not fully working after the whole ordeal, you snapped a picture of yourself leaning against the same tree Jason-motherfucking-Vorhees had fucked you against

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gritsgigabits · 1 year

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Dating Jason Voorhees would include

Moving from bbys (CPs) to big boys (slashers) for a change~

Lakeside living! There is no way you could get Jason away from Crystal Lake – he wouldn’t be comfortable anywhere else, and especially in urban settings he would stick out like a sore thumb. So you’re going to have to learn to love mosquitoes and the woods for him!

Peaceful walks in the forest. Don’t worry, he’ll carry you whenever the terrain gets overly strenuous.

If you want him to, he’ll carry you wher ever you need to go. He likes picking you up! Even if you’re a tall, muscular person who could pick him up, he still wants to be the one carrying you around.

At first, Jason is wary of physical contact. He isn’t used to people touching him – or even approaching him – with good intent, with the exception of his mother. Before you came along and swept him off his huge feet, he had no idea hugging someone or holding hands could be so nice.

Once he learns that he can get physical affection from you basically whenever he wants, he’ll exploit that possibility all the time, every day. He will (probably) respect your boundaries, though, if you firmly tell him that you’re busy and cuddle time is later.

Jason is clumsy, especially when he’s embarrassed or gets flustered over something. This sometimes results in him smacking you or handling you too roughly, but he never means any harm. He feels terrible whenever he accidentally nudges you too hard and you fall off the bed. You have to keep reminding him that you know he doesn’t mean to hurt you.

Communicating is difficult at first. He doesn’t like to talk too often, and it was in fact months into your relationship and living together until you found out he could speak at all. It’s mostly short words that more resemble grunts than actual articulated words, but you’ll take whatever you can get out of him.

Most of the time, you two communicate by you talking to Jason and him signing back to you. It takes a little time, but gradually you’ll learn to be very good at reading his body language, gestures and vocal signs.

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myers-meadow · 2 years

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Jason Voorhees x reader: A Strawberry Summer

Summary: You've always dreamed of having your own little fruit and vegetable garden, and now that Camp Crystal Lake is no longer open for visitors the time seemed perfect. When a disturbance comes to the Camp, it is dealth with, but not without cost.

Or: In which you and Jason build a fence.

My first and only Jason fic, written for a friend.

Content/warnings: implied canon-typical violence. Fluff. No warnings.

Wordcount: 1594

Ao3 link.

Divider by @/firefly-graphics.

June, and already humid. Dew rested on blades of grass in the space around the cabin. During earlier years, the first tourists would have arrived by now to pester the legend of Jason. But the blades of grass laid undisturbed and Camp Crystal Lake was peaceful. You swung your legs over the wooden bedframe with a good feeling. All effort of this winter was paying off, and you looked to see your dearest Jason next to you, still snoring softly, face uncovered. With half a mind to wake him, you dressed.

Months ago, when the snowdrops were still blooming, Jason and you set out to build a fence and a gate, to keep out any intruders. He carried you on his shoulders, as you nailed the planks to the sturdy frame so high even Jason couldn’t reach. You could see so far, yet felt safe with Jason’s hand holding your thighs steadily whenever you reached down to pick up another plank. The chubby grey squirrels startled from their spots in the trees as you hammered away. Later they grew used to the new noises of the works the both of you did to ensure the safety and secluded nature of the Camp.

Reminiscing on the effort you put in together made you smile as you set out to check on the small garden you cultivated. Birds chirped happily, seeking mates for the summer, and the fresh greenery was delightful. The air in Camp Crystal Lake always seemed just that bit cleaner than anywhere you lived before. It was earthy, floral, and the breeze was warm. The strawberries were growing steadily, having multiplied like weeds in the early spring. You didn’t expect to find much, since each time the plants grew a fruit, the slugs were ahead of you. That day you were instead faced with a small fence of planks, knee height, and a deep gutter before it. A few sad slugs had given up their pursuit to the fruits and gnawed on some fallen leaves instead. Jason must have noticed your little war with the pesky creatures and decided to help. A warmth came over you and you clenched, unclenched your fists. You stepped over the wooden divide and crouched to see your plants. And yes! One of them had a big one, still white and unripe, but with the sun shining through the trees, that would not be long now. Elated, you set out to find your colossal partner.

There he was, in one of the sheds behind the cabin. He was working on a fishing net, repairing little rips in the thin rope. You greeted him softly by the door, not wanting to startle him and he turned around to you. The shirt he was wearing dirty with mud and his pants were stained with algae from the lake. With sure strides and a wide smile, you walked into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his chest. He smelled of mud and of him, and immediately he tangled his hand in your hair, pressing your cheek against his chest.

“Thank you,” you said, quietly, even though you knew you didn’t need to. The longer the two of you lived like this, the more you felt the need for words slip away from you. The consideration behind his actions didn’t need words either. You hugged him tighter.

That summer, a month later, and you woke up in a similar fashion, once again grateful for the tall fence around the Camp. Seeing Jason so relaxed meant the world. Of course not every day was as blissful as that morning, but feeling secure at home was different, pleasant, compared to how it felt a year earlier. This season would normally be the most touristy, with visitors almost every weekend, especially when the college kids were off school. Strawberries for breakfast, to wake your lover up?

And so you stepped over the plank, pushing down a single slug brave enough to climb the plank with the tip of your shoe, and survey the harvest. A few big ones needed a little more time in the sun and you arranged them so. Two low-hanging ones had rotted from the ground, and you picked them to throw them away, as a hopeful distraction to any more brave slugs. They never minded a little sand or rot. You almost gasped as you lifted a few leaves, because they hid more ripe fruits. Unable to stop your excitement, you plucked them one by one, letting them fall gently in the basket. With all these, you could make a cake, a classic one, with strawberries on top and jam as filling. Or slice them in two and feed them to Jason, with just a sprinkle of sugar. A strawberry jam sounded even better, but that would require even more fruit, but that would still come in August. Your mouth watered at the sight of them.

The sound of voices. With a jolt, your righted your back and looked in the direction of the sound. People arguing. How could this happen? You needed to get there, to warn them off, to be there before Jason was.

It was a family of five, a heterosexual couple and three teenagers. You approached but could hear their bantering from afar. The teenagers were scattered around the parents. The youngest, a boy, kicked a rock. The elder two looked bored.

“What do you mean the map was wrong? It said so right on that sign we saw before,” said the dad.

You broke your silence, voice croaking, but you cleared your throat and started over. “Hello, can I help you?”

The family turned towards you.

“Ah, finally,” said the father, stepping towards you with solid strides. “We’re looking for the Camp that’s supposed to be around here?”

“Camp Crystal Lake?” you asked, before gesturing around you. “It used to be here, but it’s private property now. That’s what the fence is for.”

“Oh, we had no idea,” the woman said, clasping her husbands arm. “Do you know anywhere to stay the night? We came a long way, and we already have our gear with us.”

“I advise you-“

“Hey, there’s strawberries here!” one of the kids called. You must’ve lost sight of them, they were behind the bushes. When you went over to check, horrified, you saw them stuffing their faces with the small fruits, having trampled all over the fragile plants.

“That’s- that’s my garden,” you stammered, feeling tears well up at seeing your hard word disrespected like that.

After that, the day was a blur. You promptly turned around and went back to the cabin, seeking your Jason for comfort, his warm arms around you.

It was during the night that your partner returned to the hut, bloodied, treading heavy on the old floorboards. Immediately you knew what happened, and started the process of undressing him for a bath. It hurt to see him in pain, and the shock of discovering a large cut across his chest and arm was enough to wake you right up.

With your hand, you checked the temperature of the bath water. Jason sank down, water sloshing around, before it settled. Patiently, he sat up, not fully relaxed, so you could tend to him. There were the usual scrapes, bruises waiting to form, but that gash leaked blood like an open faucet. The first aid kit was running low in supplies, but you’d make do tonight. He never flinched when you dabbed the cotton with disinfectant on the wound, even though you were sure it would sting. Sewing him up made him uneasy, but you soothed him with sweet words, promises of a nice breakfast, of being able to rest all day tomorrow, how much you love him.

He signed, you leaned back, wiping stray hair from your face, so he had the space, “I love your voice. Please keep talking.”

It wasn’t often that he gave such clear indications of his mood, and it made you smile, happy to be the one to cheer him up. A final snip of the scissors and he was all bandaged up.

Jason, who could tell you weren’t feeling alright even after he was all stitched up, took you out to the lake, rather than to bed. You took a blanket to sit on.

“How did you know,” you started, “that we had visitors?”

He signed his response, “Unwanted visitors,” he corrected. “They were loud.”

“I was trying to make them leave,” you sighed. A heavy hand rested on your shoulder as you both stared out over the still lake. Crickets chirped loudly, and the frogs responded in kind, not accepting the other to have the last word. The noises of the camp were by long familiar to you, comforting even, especially on such warm summer nights as these, where there the evening breeze was refreshing. It was almost tempting to go swimming, but Jason wouldn’t come, and you’d rather stay by his side tonight.

He tapped your shoulder to make you look at him, and he signed, “Look at the moon.”

It was beautiful indeed. A large silver crescent, glowing and bathing the lake in an ethereal gleam. The reflection in the water was even larger, undisturbed and still.

Another sigh, but one of relief. Both of you were here. You clasped his hand, rubbing your thumb over the worn skin of his knuckles. Here and safe, and together. There was always next year for strawberries.

In the morning there were five fresh graves at the edge of the property.

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Worry

Jason Voorhees x Reader

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

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

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

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

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

You frowned and slowly walked back to your cabin.

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

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

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

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

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

You really started to panic now.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It had to be him.

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

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

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

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

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

After all, he cannot let his wife be unhappy.

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