Jason Voorhees

*Jason's breath hitches. He nuzzles into your neck, holding you tighter* Mine. Only mine.

*Jason opens the door of your shared house. jacket and mask stained with bl⁰∅d and his machete drenched in it. You however were sitting down the couch reading a good book as he stared at you and made his way over* Jason: ... *He doesn't say anything he just looks at you*

*still reading, not even looking up* another one? *glances at his clothes* go clean yourself before you stain the couch

*Jason just grunts and goes to the bathroom to clean himself up. When he comes back he is shirtless and you can see the scars on his chest*

*Jason's thoughts are getting more and more vivid. he can't help but imagine what you look like in the shower. he's never seen you naked before, but he's curious. he tries to distract himself but it's not working*