Jason Voorhees x reader eating pizza!
Bee, I love this request! I’m working on your other request, but I wasn’t satisfied with how it was turning out and want to spend some more time with it! For now, here’s some pizza time with Jason ᕦ( ᐕ )ᕡ (My description of Jason is inspired by the way @masks-n-steel draws him)
Gooey, melty cheese threatened to slide right off of the golden brown dough as you held the thin slice of pepperoni pizza up for Jason to take a bite of. It seemed that even in the Garden State, New York style pizza was popular, and as much as you loved the massive triangles of mozzarella and tomato-y goodness, they had a tendency to be unwieldy. You would have a serious mess on your hands if your boyfriend didn’t take a bite soon.
“You’re going to love it,” you coaxed. “You told me you had pizza as a kid and like it, so just take a bite!”
You gave him a plaintive look from your place in his lap. You knew that Jason didn’t need to eat, but you also knew that this was your favorite food from your favorite little pizza joint and it had been hellish trying to get a pie to a deserted summer camp in the middle of the woods. He was going to try the damn pizza.
He looked apprehensively at the proffered slice, glancing back and forth between the greasy mess in your hands and the determined look on your face. He had a tendency to feel self-conscious about his appearance anyway, but he hated for you to see the exposed bone and muscle around his mouth and jaw, especially when you wanted him to eat something. He tried to express this with his eyes, but you were not picking up the messages he was trying to send. He shrugged and turned away slightly.
Your eyes softened as you realized that Jason wasn’t being difficult for difficulty’s sake. You understood that he often worried about what you would think about the parts of him that weren’t quite human anymore, and you wished that there was some way that you could make him understand that you weren’t disgusted or repulsed by those things. You never flinched or turned away from those parts of him. He was just Jason, the rest didn’t matter.
“Please, Sweetheart?” You pleaded in a sugar-sweet tone.
He huffed, the sigh hanging heavily in the air. His resolve always melted in the face of the pet names that rolled so easily from your soft lips. He was fighting a losing battle, he knew. He was going to give in and you would get your way.
Your eyes lit up as he leaned forward and parted his exposed teeth, revealing his mottled, discolored tongue to you. Eating was always a messy process with Jason, an expected outcome considering he didn’t really have fully-formed cheeks or any lips to speak of. Pizza sauce and grease dripped down his jaw, but you were much more distracted by the pleased expression that overtook his face as the first bite hit his taste buds.
You leaned in and licked a little of the tomato sauce off of his chin. “See? Told you you would like it.”
