🎃 Friday the 13th 🎃
Happy Friday the 13th!! Why not celebrate with our boy, Jason Voorhees? This is pre-zombie Jason, which going by the canon of the films, means that he is sexually active (a rapist)
Knife Play CW: Non-con, knife play, minor character death, stalking, mild reader injury, blood, brief urine mention, Jason Voorhees x GN!Reader ❤️
(Reader) didn't know how long they had been running for. The muscles in their legs burned and it felt as though their rib cage wasn't large enough to take in the amount of oxygen required for their escape. Everything was on fire and their exposed skin was littered in cuts, but they couldn't stop. Even taking a second to catch their breath would disrupt the momentum and (Reader) would lose the adrenaline propelling them through the woods.
All of their friends were dead. They had gone to Camp Crystal Lake to set it up for the upcoming summer, and (Reader) had been looking forward to working with children. But in less than a day, all of the young adults preparing the camp were picked off one by one. (Reader) had woken up to the sound of Jennifer's screaming as her life was cut short, her body stuck to the side of the cabin with arrows.
The exhausted (Reader) sprinted blindly through the dark, not knowing where the road was, only aiming away from the camp. They wore a t shirt and pajama shorts, so the branches and brambles sliced open paper thin cuts across their arms and legs, stinging as their sweat dripped into the fresh nicks.
An axe suddenly swung in front of (Reader's) face, barely missing their nose as it lodged into a tree they were running past. On reflex (Reader) threw themselves back, landing hard on their ass and shuffling backwards from the weapon. The man with the sack over his head emerged from behind the tree, yanking the axe out of the wood easily.
"No, no, no!" (Reader) begged, knowing that their sobs were in vain. "Please don't, I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!"
The man stopped, looking down at the person below him through his single eye hole. (Reader) didn't know if he was pausing out of confusion, pity, or amusement, but they continued pleading, praying it wasn't the latter.
"I'm so sorry! You-you're Jason, right? These are your woods? I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, please don't hurt me!" Tears and snot dribbled down their contorted face, blurring their vision and suffocating them as they choked on their sobs.
Jason's head subtly dipped as his eye traveled down from (Reader's) face to their bare legs painted in tiny scabs. The heavy axe fell from his hand, planting next to him in the soft dirt.
But before (Reader) could breathe a sigh of relief a hunting knife was pulled from his back pocket. (Reader) tried to scoot away faster, but Jason was on his knees, straddling their legs before they could shimmy away.
The cold metal of his blade gently tickled (Reader's) thigh. It's tip was pressed against their skin only enough to feel the scraping against their goosebumps, but not enough to draw blood. Jason raised it up to their shorts, the sensation causing involuntary shakes across (Reader's) body. They whimpered in fear, but it seemed to be misunderstood by the murderer. The knife traveled from the outer part of their left thigh towards the middle, sliding up under their pajamas until it poked the front of their underwear.
(Reader) cried out, too frightened to move with the sharpened blade so close to their genitals.
In one swift movement Jason sliced through their bottoms, cutting in open and revealing (Reader's) urine soaked undergarments. He brought the knife back down into the underwear, peeling it off their wet body to examine the humiliated victim.
A blood and dirt crusted finger caressed (Reader), rubbing across their sensitive organ. (Reader) squeezed their eyes shut, unable to stop themselves from convulsing. His calloused touch sent unwanted shocks through their nerves.
Their hands flew to his face unintentionally, lashing out like a cornered animal, but all that resulted in was a punch to the face, breaking their nose under his fist and recoiling back into the earth.
Jason held the knife against (Reader's) throat, warning them against thrashing about. Searing pain bloomed across their neck as the sharp edge pierced their skin.
He didn't prepare their hole, pulling his pants down far enough to reveal his erection, and tore (Reader's) underwear off, throwing it unceremoniously into the forest.
(Reader) couldn't contain their blood curdling scream as his cock entered their body, the only lubrication for their unprepared hole was their piss from (Reader's) earlier accident.
The knife dug deeper into their flesh, holding them down to the ground as Jason began fucking them.
It felt like they were bleeding down below, but they couldn't see anything past the shiny blade. (Reader's) horrified eyes could only see their own terrified reflection.
His thrusts turned erratic and her began grunting as he approached his climax. Wet sounds of precum and blood filled the night air as his heavy balls slapped against (Reader's) ass. Each thrust forced the entire length of his member into (Reader's) body, grinding his pelvis against their's painfully, bruising the front of (Reader's) hips.
Then, his whole body trembled, spasming against (Reader) as he reached his orgasm. The knife finally left (Reader's) body as Jason stood, his cock twitched as a few more pumps of hot fluid spilled out, splattering across (Reader's) stomach.
'Is this it? Am I going to die now?'
(Reader) clenched their jaw, prepared to be put out of their misery. They accepted their fate.
But, to (Reader's) surprise and horror, Jason buttoned up his pants and grabbed (Reader) by the leg, dragging them through the woods.
"Wait, no! Please stop!" They whined, finally finding their voice again. However, it seemed that Jason had plans for them. He continued on his path, bringing his new friend home to meet his mom.
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