you let me violate you
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pairing: Evil Ted Logan x female reader, established Ted Logan x reader
warnings: smut, dub con (possible non con due to mistaken identity), knife play, rough sex
summary: You and Ted are camping at your family’s cabin for the weekend. When the power goes out, Ted chivalrously offers to retrieve extra batteries from the van. With Ted gone, Evil Ted shows up to kill you, not knowing about your love of knife-wielding slashers and thinking that he’s just Ted wanting to indulge in your fantasy.
TL,DR: The reader being horny saves both yours and Ted’s lives.
For @97keanu, @97keanus and her Camp Keanuverse Summerween Fanfic Event!
A huge thank you to @opheliainlove42 for being my beta reader for this.
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Friday, July 10th, 1992
It was midnight when you and Ted finished yet another Friday the 13th movie. Ted removed the VHS tape from the staticy television the cabin provided, complaining that it’s most heinous that tonight wasn’t the actual Friday the 13th. You shake your head and chuck one of the feather pillows at his cute face as he starts the next film in the franchise.
You and Ted talked for weeks about spending a weekend at a cabin in one of the secluded campsites your family loved to frequent. That’s how you ended up snuggled under several cheap blankets next to your very warm boyfriend after you both ate a balanced diet of gooey smores, and simultaneously burnt and undercooked campfire hotdogs. You were full and cozy and loved–sitting on his lap while he played knight in shining armor protecting you from the slashers on screen.
The inviting idea of falling asleep against his chest was suddenly and rudely interrupted by the power cutting out, plunging the two of you in total darkness.
“Bogus,” you both say at the same time.
Sighing, you get off Ted’s lap. “I’ll go find some flashlights.”
Luckily, there were exactly two flashlights with working batteries in the kitchen junk drawer. Ted grabbed one of them, shining it under his chin, casting shadows along his adorably handsome face.
“We could tell scary stories, babe!” He offered with a heartstopping goofy grin.
Giggling, you turn on your own flashlight and play along. “One night, two most excellent dudes named Bill and Ted sat down to share a pack of oreos…and they had no more milk!”
“No way!” he dramatically exclaimed. “That story is way too scary, babe.”
“I’ll make sure to tell a less scary one next time.” You kissed him on the cheek, gently running your fingers through his silky dark hair.
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After some time of scary stories, making out, and cuddling for multiple rounds in different orders, there was still no sign of power coming back on in the cabin. And your luck ran out even more when Ted’s flashlight batteries started dying.
“I’m going out to the van to get more batteries,” you untangle from Ted’s long limbs.
“No babe, let me go. I can’t live with myself if you get mauled by a big cat or kidnapped by an ax murderer.” Ted insisted, his sad puppy dog eyes activated in full force.
“My hero,” you shake your head at his sweet concern over unlikely scenarios. “I will stay here, but please don’t get lost, Ted. It’s a long walk to the van–”
“I’ll stay on the trail and be right back in the span of a Van Halen guitar solo!”
Ted set out on a journey to retrieve the spare batteries from the van that was parked on the other side of the park, armed with the one flashlight that had enough power to get him to the vehicle.
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You found a few emergency candles and lit them with Ted’s lighter, Placing one in the kitchen, another in the living room, and one to carry from room to room. In another situation, the dim candlelight would look utterly romantic, but right now ten minutes have passed since Ted left the cabin–and you are by yourself after watching a whole marathon of Friday the 13th films.
Being slightly more on edge, you attempt to rationalize with your anxiety-filled brain. It’s alright, Ted can handle himself–he is not actually a lost puppy. The walk is only twenty minutes to the van. Neither of you are going to get attacked by an ax murderer–
The screen door slams shut, making you freeze in your pacing. “Ted?”
Walking out of the kitchen and into the hallway adjacent to the cabin’s entrance, armed only with the emergency candle in your hands like a sad attempt at a melee weapon, you tiptoe towards the sound. You pray it was just Ted coming back and playing an unfunny prank on you.
“Teddy bear?” you try his nickname that he jokingly dislikes, the candle flickering feebly in your grasp.
A strong hand materializes from the darkness and grabs your shoulder roughly, turning you around and slamming you against the wall. The candle fell from your fingers, thankfully blowing out before it became a fire hazard.
Over the sound of your screaming, you hear a familiar voice: “I’m totally going to kill you now, babe!”
Your struggling stops, the moonlight streaming in from the windows revealing those famous blush-inducing brown eyes behind a white hockey mask. A kitchen knife gleamed in his hand, posed above his head to attack.
Your brain, heart, and nether region were all in conflict. Your brain relieved that it was just Ted trying to scare you, your heart beating ninety miles a minute from the spike of adrenaline, and your nether region–well, let’s just say he looked sexy in a mask, in a situation that only made itself known in your darkest fantasy-filled dreams.
Slumping against the wall, your hand moving to rest against his that still had an iron grip on your shoulder. “Oh my god, Ted. You scared me to death!”
The Jason Voorhees-Ted pauses, his hockey masked face tilting in adorable confusion. “What? That’s a good thing, I’m sent here to kill you–”
“Yeah, yeah, sure you are, Ted,” you shrug his hand off, boldly moving to raise the flimsy plastic mask above his face and kissing his plush lips.
This action manages to shock him, his hand with the knife lowering slowly as you finish kissing his lips and moving on to both his cheeks. Again, he doesn’t move, as if his brain short-circuited. Out of character for Ted, given he’s such an affectionate person.
None of this deters you, pulling away from him and giving him some space to catch his breath. This seems to bring him back to focus. “I’m serious, I’m Evil Ted and I was sent to kill you and then the real T–”
“I know, you’re the most evil being in the whole wide world and you’re here to chase me around the cabin and hold me at your mercy,” you sigh dramatically, pretending to swoon. “Whatever shall I do, Evil Ted?”
The so-called “Evil Ted” shrugs. “Pretty much, yeah. You just have to let me kill you afterwards.”
At this point, the logical part of you was screaming to fight back, throw something at him, kick him in the groin, anything! Your silly little heart, however, kept reiterating, It’s Ted, your boyfriend, he wouldn’t actually hurt you. Besides, maybe he wants to roleplay!
A lightbulb goes off in your head. Play along. Have fun. It’s just Ted…
“You could kill me–unless there’s anything I could do for you to spare me.” You bite your lip, putting on your best helpless victim act.
“Evil” Ted seems to like this idea, his normally warm brown eyes turning dark and dangerous. “You could…get over here and put out…”
It’s happening, Oh god yes! Please! Yes!
“Oh god, no! Please! No!” you say, unable to hide your enthusiasm as you take off running out of the hallway.
“Come back here!” he calls out in a surprisingly deeper tone, causing another wave of heat to pool in your belly. Immediately, the adrenaline pours back in, making your breathing pick up and your mind thinking only of the thrill of the chase and the inevitable idea of being caught.
You round a corner and feel his warm hand grab your throat and pull your back flush against this long torso. A gasp escapes your lips as you feel his hardness press against your lower back. His hold on your throat is firm but gentle, his thumb gently resting over your pulse.
“I can feel your little heartbeat, babe,” a husky whisper tickles your delicate skin. “You’re so cute for a victim–”
The cold blade of the knife replaces his hand, the ever present danger just looming over your life. It should scare you, you should be trying to get away–but this was all so thrilling and sexy when someone you trust as much as Ted is the one making you vulnerable.
Evil Ted then releases you, pulling the knife away. You look back, his expression full of naughty promises. Gladly, you play your part in this cat and mouse charade, running towards the living room.
Again, you don’t make it very far when he tackles you to the floor, the forgotten feather pillow you threw at Ted earlier cushioning your head. Evil Ted straddles you, his weight pressing down on you in a comforting restraint as he holds the knife above you; a tableau of a hunter about to make the final blow to his prey.
But, the killing never comes. You feel Evil Ted scoop you up and toss over his shoulder caveman style. Unable to suppress the big smile forming on your face, you half-heartedly pound your fists on his back as he carries you urgently up the stairs to the cabin’s main bedroom.
“Put me down, you monster!” you cry, kicking your legs as he opens the bedroom door.
“No can do, babe. You’re my victim now. So start acting like it!” He delivers a solid smack to your ass.
He chucks you unceremoniously on the bed, your body bouncing as he pounces on top of you again. You hear the unmistakable clink of his belt unbuckling and the whip of it being pulled from the pants loops. He takes your wrists in his free hand and makes quick work of binding your hands with the leather belt and securing them above your head.
“You’re so fucking hot, babe,” he murmurs as he ran his hands down your body. “You’re going to lay there and let me play.”
He takes the knife in hand again and makes a precise slice down your t-shirt, the cloth ripping sounding much louder in the still cabin. His eager hands grab the torn pieces and rips the rest of the shirt off and tosses it haphazardly behind him, leaving your jean shorts and lacy bra.
Evil Ted looks close to salivating, briefly setting the blade aside and squeezing your breasts like an overeager schoolboy; his head lowering and pressing his face against your chest. An obscene moan muffled by your body. “You have the most perfect rack of any babe I’ve ever known.”
He rolled his hips against yours with mechanical repetition, grinding like a rutting dog for several long moments. He eventually slides down and fumbles the button of your shorts, getting frustrated and ripping those off with astonishing strength. You were now bound to the bed in nothing but your underwear, your arousal evident to his meticulous eyes.
Evil Ted picks up the knife again. Unlike his previous actions, he teasingly caresses the flat part of the blade from your right shoulder, across your sternum, and towards the other shoulder. With an abrupt flick of his wrist, your bra strap snaps and falls uselessly open. His head bends down and licks a trail from your bare shoulder to the side of your neck, biting down on the spot that makes you moan uncontrollably.
He chuckles quietly, soothing the love bite with tender kisses before raising his head. He tauntingly twirls the knife in his long fingers before resting it on your chest again. This time, the sharp tip grazing the valley of your chest before sweeping over to your left breast, the blade swirling around the covered nipple, causing it to pebble before doing the same to the other.
The strap on your other shoulder is then cut, followed by the fabric in the center of your chest. His skilled hands removed the ruined bra, your upper half now exposed under his hungry eyes.
“Beautiful,” he breathes, his mouth sealing around her nipple before his teeth gently sink into the soft flesh, creating a delicious contrast of pain and pleasure. “And tasty, too.”
Once he was done with your chest, his knife traveled lower: between your ribs, down your stomach, and stopping at the tiny bow on the waistband of your underwear.
An evil grin emerges as he sees the damp spot on your underwear. He takes the knife and rests the tip dangerously over the spot, gently running the flat side along the vulnerable area, collecting some of the wetness on the blade.
He raises the knife to his eye-level, analyzing it for a moment before his tongue licks up the blade, groaning. “Such a desperate horny little victim, aren’t you, babe?”
The knife then runs from the tip of your knee and along your inner thigh. Your underwear is then ripped off with a loud tear, Ted pocketing the scraps.
Before you could process the exposure, his pants are around his ankles, your legs thrown up in the air, and his cock plunged into your wanting heat. Both of you groan at the intrusion.
He then pulled his hips back and snapped them back, creating the sensual friction between your tightness and his dick. He doesn’t coddle and he is not gentle. He bucks and rams into you, the pounding creaking the bed. The grip he has on your legs doesn’t allow you to squirm away–all you can do is take it. Take it all.
Evil Ted is hitting the spot that makes you see stars and his unforgiving pace has you scrambling to hang onto something that your bound hands will allow. You manage to catch a glimpse of his handsome face. His boyish looks are overshadowed by the intense blackness of his blown pupils and filth falling from his lips.
It doesn’t take long for you to orgasm loud and powerfully. Your body falls back against the sheets but to your horror, Evil Ted doesn’t let up–If anything, his fucking gets even rougher.
“I can go on for as long as I like, babe. I’m like the Energizer Bunny,” He rasps, thrusting with constant, robotic efficiency.
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You lost count at five orgasms and lost consciousness at least twice before he seemed decently satisfied. His movements finally slowed down, kissing your lips before he pulled out.
“That was excellent, babe. I won’t kill you tonight,” he whispers, but you were too exhausted and over satisfied to register his words.
“Ted,” you whimper inaudibly.
He sighs, but you do not catch his next words. “I’m not Ted, babe.”
“Thank you baby–I love you,” you say, half-conscious.
A pause. A mumble. “You too.”
You feel him remove the belt from your wrists, his deft hands soothing the rubbed skin.
Before you fall back asleep, you barely catch him saying: “I’ll see you soon.”
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“Babe, babe!” Ted’s calling stirs you, his hand shaking you awake. “I’m sorry, I went down the wrong path and got lost…what happened to your clothes?”
