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We’ll Meet Again

AN: This was multiple requests put into one, so if you recently requested something for Jason it should be included in some aspect into this!

You remember him—that sweet boy at Camp Crystal Lake. He was different from the other kids there, to say the least. His head was incredibly large, which, at the time, you assumed was due to some sort of disability. The kids teased him for it, and even the camp counselors made rude remarks about the physical appearance of the boy. You never did, though.

The first time you noticed him was during lunch in the cafeteria. All the kids sat together at different tables, eating and talking, except for him. He held a tray of food in his hands, and he nervously stood in the corner of the room. You saw one of the lunch workers crouch down next to him to comfort him. She seemed to be a young woman with bright, short yellow hair. She pointed to you, seemingly telling the boy to go sit next to you. You were sitting at a table all alone, and you wanted some new friends. You waved at him. He tried to hide behind the woman, but she wouldn’t let him.

The woman came up to you, gently pushing the boy in front of her. “Hello, dear. My name is Pamela. Pamela Voorhees. This is my son, Jason. Would it be okay if he sat next to you?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, not knowing any better. You took in the way he looked; it was odd to you, but you remembered that your parents told you to never judge a book by its cover. You were also desperate for some friends. So, you nodded your head. “Yeah.”

Pamela smiled. The boy, Jason, hesitantly sat down in the seat across from you. Pamela patted his back. “You two have fun now; I need to get back to work.” She leaned down and kissed Jason on the cheek before leaving.

You introduced yourself to him, and he smiled. You began to talk to him about childish things. Your favorite cartoon, your favorite color, your favorite stuffed animal—anything you could think of. He chimed in sparingly. You realized very early in your conversation that he also had a speech impediment. You didn’t mind; it just meant you got to talk more. Before you could tell him about your favorite ice cream flavor, you heard some of the other kids at camp laughing and snickering. You turned your head and saw that they all seemed to be laughing at you, or rather laughing at your new friend.

Jason noticed too. He frowned and looked away. He buried his face in his hands, trying to ignore the stares. You reached out and rubbed his arm. “Don’t worry about them. They’re jerks. I got your back since we’re friends now!”

That’s what you told him. Throughout your month with him at Camp Crystal Lake, that was what you told him every day—that you would be there for him, but you weren’t. Not on Friday, the Thirteenth of 1957.

You were sitting on a bench next to one of the cabins, waiting for Jason. You sat on the bench, reading a book to keep yourself occupied. All of a sudden, a group of kids went running towards the lake. You put your book down and followed the hoard in an attempt to see what all the fuss was about. The kids ran to the dock. You stood on your tiptoes to try and see what was happening. You sighed; it was no use. You shoved yourself through the crowd; that was when you saw him.

It all happened so quickly. You locked eyes with him for a brief moment. There were looks of terror on both of your faces. One of the boys shoved him into the water. You screamed in horror. You began to run towards the water, but you were stopped. A boy behind you yanked your arm, pulling you backward. Before you fought back, you were pushed to the ground, and your vision turned black.

It was 1985. You weren’t sure why you came back to Camp Crystal Lake after all this time. Perhaps it was the feeling of guilt that you hadn’t been able to extinguish over the years. You stared at the “Do Not Enter” sign for quite some time. The camp was closed off due to murders that had previously happened a few years ago in the area. It wasn’t safe to be here; you knew that well, but you had to go. For him, for Jason.

As you stepped foot onto the grounds of the camp, you felt a wave of nostalgia wash over you. You began to walk around the camp, searching for that spot. It took you a while; the camp was larger than you had remembered. Soon enough, you found it. Your heart skipped a beat.

The dock. The dock that Jason was pushed off of. You carefully began to walk across it. When you reached the end, you looked out into the body of water. The body of water that Jason had drowned in. You felt tears prick your eyes. It was too much to handle. You dropped to your knees, violently sobbing.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you wailed over and over again. “I tried to save you! I’m so sorry I couldn’t. Forgive me, please, forgive me.” You tried to catch your breath, but you couldn’t. You screamed at the top of your lungs. A scream full of sadness, anger, and frustration. “They were so cruel. So cruel to you. I’m sorry, Jason Voorhees. You were such a sweet boy,” you said while choking on your tears. “Your mother and I wept over you every day that summer. I wish I could’ve done more for you and her,” you said with a sigh. You wiped away your tears. “The people around here tell stories about you. They say you’re some kind of monster, a freak,” you began to cry again, “but you’re not! You never were! You were my best friend. I miss you, Jason.”

Little did you know, the man you cried for on the dock was watching you. He remembered you. The girl from summer camp. You came back for him. Since his mother’s death, he has felt something in his heart, possibly a feeling of love. Jason couldn’t quite tell. That’s when he noticed you begin to stand up. He felt panic. You weren’t allowed to leave! He missed you; he needed you.

You collected yourself after an hour of mourning the loss of your friend. You wiped away your tears, fixed your hair, and drank water. After you calmed yourself down, you began to walk away from the dock. It was time for you to go home. You had paid your respects.

Suddenly, a calloused hand slammed over your mouth and another grabbed you roughly by your torso, spinning you around. Your eyes widened as you faced the figure that was towering over you. He was wearing a hockey mask. You let out a worried whimper from behind the large palm that was keeping you silent. Surprisingly, the man sensed your discomfort and shook his head. He was trying to silently communicate with you, but you didn't know what he wanted.

The masked figure took his hand off of your mouth. He held his hand up to where his mouth would be and made a shushing motion. You did not want to anger the man, so you stayed quiet. He took a deep breath. He knew this would be the only way to calm you down. He let go of your torso before reaching up to grab onto his mask. He gripped the bottom of the mask and lifted it over his face. 

You let out a loud gasp of shock. “No, no, you're not him. You can’t be. This isn't funny, you know!” The man's face was deformed, just like Jason’s used to be. The same dents and lumps from his condition, hydrocephalus. “He drowned you, fucker! Jason Voorhees drowned! He was my best friend, and he drowned! If this is some kind of cruel joke, knock it off,” you yelled at the man in anger. He averted his eyes to look at the ground, feeling some type of shame. Perhaps it was because of the way you yelled at him, but you would never know. 

“Oh my God,” you said in a quiet voice. “Jason? Jason, is that you?” He nodded his head. You ran into his arms, holding him tightly. “Jason! Jason! I missed you so much! I’m sorry for everything! I tried to save you! One of the boys pushed me to the ground, and when I woke up, you were… I even can’t say it. I searched for you with your mother every night, and now you’re here! In front of me!” You hadn’t noticed it, but tears began to stream down your cheeks. 

Jason couldn’t stand to look at you in your depressed state any longer. He pulled you a hug. Now that he thought about it, he hadn’t hugged someone since 1957. You were so warm, small, and fragile compared to him. His heart swelled when you nuzzled yourself into his shoulder. After awhile you tried to pull out of Jason’s tight hug. His grip tightened. That was when you realized, he was never going to let you go.

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hiiii! for jason voorhees can i request him and his s/o having a cuddly afternoon while its raining outside and they're laying by a nice cozy fireplace🥺 for reboot jason if thats ok!

Midnight Rain

AN: I tried to make it so the story can be read as either reboot Jason or og Jason since I’m not too familiar with the reboot. Also instead of the afternoon it’s the middle of the night, I hope that’s alright!

A loud strike of thunder awoke you from your sleep. Your body jolted upright in your bed, surprised by the sudden noise. You looked around the room as lightning flashed through the windows and thunder roared outside. The bedroom was dark apart from the dim moonlight that barely shined through the windows. You were about to lie down and go back to sleep when you realized something, Jason wasn’t in bed with you.

You slipped out of bed, your feet softly landing on the wooden floor. You quietly left your bedroom and walked to the main part of the cabin.

Jason stood facing the window like a statue, gazing out into the dark abyss of the forest. His body was perfectly still and his gaze was fixed on the nothingness that lay in the vast wilderness of Camp Crystal Lake.

You approached Jason and peered your head out the window. Nothing was there. You sighed and gently touched Jason’s arm.

“Jason, no one is out there. Come back to bed.” You softly pulled on his shirt sleeve hoping he would do as you asked him. However, he didn’t move an inch.

“Jason, look at me.” He once again didn’t move. “Jason, please,” you pleaded. Your sad voice broke him from his thoughts. He slowly turned his head to face you.

You reached up and gently cupped the sides of his face, your thumbs caressing the plastic of his mask. “Love, no one is out there. No one. It’s almost December. It’s freezing out. No stupid teenagers are going to want to come camping in this weather. If I’m wrong in someone is out there, we’ll handle it. We always do. So, please, come to bed.”

He anxiously looked out the window one more time before shaking his head. Jason quickly grabbed his machete and headed outside. Before you could protest he was already gone.

You let out an angry huff and began pacing around the room. You knew he could handle himself, that was obvious. But you loved him, and you always worried for his safety.

Soon, Jason returned with dry logs of wood, tossing them into the fireplace quickly and with ease. He lit a match and quickly threw it into the pile of wood. The fire roared to life, warming the cabin.

Jason walked over to you and grabbed your hand. He led you to the rickety old coach in front of the fireplace. Jason gestured for you to lie down. You did as told and he placed a heavy blanket on you.

He walked over to you and grabbed your hand, gently helping you to the rickety old couch in front of the fireplace. He sat down on the couch and hit his thigh. You lay down facing away from him and placed your head on his lap. You watched as Jason gently covered you up with a heavy blanket that was nearby.

You smiled to yourself, his presence making you feel safe and secure. The feeling of fatigue started taking over, and the sudden sense of calmness and tranquility inside your body made you feel more and more drowsy. You let out a loud yawn, your body slowly sinking into a deep slumber. Before falling asleep, you felt Jason’s lips press against the top of your head.

[thewailingbells]

Hello, lovelies! I’m really in the mood to write something for Jason Voorhees so I’m begging you all to please send in requests for him!! <3

[thewailingbells]

Hello~~

I discovered your profile not long ago (literally yesterday) and I loved your writing. You made me more in love with Thomas Hewitt than I already am!!!

Could we have a fic where Thomas and S/O are already lovers but for some reason S/O has to leave or travel to another city for a few months and this leaves Thomas completely devastated and stressed. Even Luda Mae and Hoyt notice the change in his behavior while s/o is away and when s/o finally returns home,she has to find some way to de-stress Thomas who is dying of missing her. 😞 (No need to write NSFW if you feel uncomfortable!!!!)

(English isn't my first language so I literally translated this whole thing on google... lmao.)

Always Forever

AN: AFAB Reader. This is my first time writing smut! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Sex, nudity, fingering, rough sex, piv, creampie, general nsfw things.

“Thomas, you know I have to go.”

Your boyfriend was standing behind you, arms wrapped tightly around your torso, and his head buried into your shoulder. Your words only made him squeeze you tighter.

“Tommy, I need to go see my family. They miss me, and I promised I would visit them for the week! I wanted you to come with me; you know that, but Hoyt said no.

He sighed, knowing you were right. His uncle needed him to stay home and take care of the house. God knows what would happen if Tommy wasn’t around.

Since you started dating him, there hasn’t been a day when you two were apart. Thomas didn’t want to let you go, but he knew he had to. He spent the rest of your time together, following you around as you packed your bags. Noon came quicker than you expected, signaling it was time for you to go.

You said your goodbyes to Luda, Hoyt, and Charlie as you walked out the door. Tommy was already outside, having carried your bags to the car. Once all of your luggage was neatly packed up, you smiled at him. You pulled him into a tight hug before kissing him. “I love you. I promise I’ll be back.”

You got inside your car and smiled at him. With that, you drove off. Tommy waited until your car was nowhere in sight to go back into the house.

“Tommy,” Hoyt said, “How’s it feel now that your bitch is gone?”

Thomas ignored his words and stomped down into the basement. He could hear the sound of bickering between Hoyt and Luda Mae, most likely due to Hoyt’s crass language.

Tommy wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been in the basement. He just kept chopping and chopping and chopping the animal meat laid in front of him. He had been cutting meat for years now, to the point where he didn’t even have to think about it.

“Tommy! Tommy! Get up here now,” Luda Mae shouted. His mother’s voice awoke him from his thoughts. He walked up the stairs. Luda Mae looked at her boy with sad eyes. “Tommy. You’ve been in the basement for six hours. It’s time to stop now, sweetheart. Come on, let’s get you some food and water.”

The next few days, Thomas would go to work at the crack of dawn and come home hours after the sun had set. When he came home, he would wait by the door for a few moments. He thought that maybe you would have come back early, but you didn’t.

The week had gone by. You had promised him you would be back home on Monday by one o’clock in the afternoon. Thomas believed you. Why wouldn’t he? However, it became harder and harder to believe you as the hours on the clock ticked by. Tommy sat by the front door. Watching. Waiting.

Hoyt sighed and came up behind Tommy. He placed his hand on his shoulder. “Boy, I don’t know how to tell ya this, but I don’t think she’s coming back.”

Thomas’s eyes grew wide. He shook his head. You were coming back. He knew it.

“Thomas, it’s six o’clock. She said she'd be home by one. I don’t see her anywhere. Do you?”

Tommy placed his head in his hands. He wished Hoyt wouldn’t say things like that. Things that were not true. But then again, Tommy had never been the brightest. Maybe you never loved him. Maybe this was the perfect opportunity for you to escape from him. When Thomas was about to spiral into distress, he heard a car door slamming.

Thomas jumped out of his chair and rushed to the door. He opened it with such force that it nearly flew off the hinges. That’s when he saw it—your car in the driveway. He ran towards it.

You quickly stepped out of your car, beautiful as ever. You smiled when you saw him. “Tommy! I’m so sorry I’m late. I was-” Your sentence was cut off when Thomas picked you up off the ground and pulled you into the tightest hug you’ve ever experienced. You tried to wiggle out, worrying his grip was too tight, but you gave into the hug and snuggled against him. You knew he needed this.

Eventually, he put you down on the ground. “Tommy, I told you I would be back. I’d never leave you. I love you so much. I’m sorry if I made you worry.”

He didn’t say anything. He leaned down and kissed you. It was rough and passionate. Before it escalated, he threw you over his shoulder and brought you inside.

Hoyt smiled at the sight of you. “Well, would you look at that? She came back! Luda was right,” he muttered to himself.

Thomas brought you upstairs to his bedroom. He threw you on the bed and quickly pinned you down. Your faces were inches away from each other. The room was silent except for the sounds of both of you panting.

Tommy gently cupped your breast. He looked at you with pleading eyes.

You nodded. “Go ahead. Do whatever you want to me, Tommy.”

He immediately got to work, his movements faster than usual. Normally, he would take his time with you. Not today, though.

He roughly grabbed the waist of your pants and yanked them down. You let out a squeak in surprise. He grabbed both of your wrists in one of his large hands, keeping them suspended above your head. He balled your t-shirt up in one of his fists before forcefully tugging it up. He released his grip, allowing you to slide it off.

Tommy let out a desperate whine at the sight of your body. You were dressed in white lace lingerie. It was nothing much; it was very simplistic, looking like it could pass for a normal pair of undergarments. Despite that, Tommy nearly came in his pants at the sight of you.

He leaned down and nestled his face in the crook of your neck. He aligned his clothed cock with your clothed pussy. He began to desperately hump you. Tommy felt shameful; you could tell by the way he hid his face. Never in his life had he been this desperate for anything. He wanted, no, he needed to be close to you in any way. He had to show you how much he loved you.

A breathy moan fell from your lips. “Tommy, Tommy, calm down. I can take care of you.” You began to sit up. He pushed the middle of your chest, causing you to fall back onto the bed. You sighed, knowing he wanted to do everything himself today.

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing your pussy. He ran his thick fingers up against your lips to feel your wetness. He roughly put one of his fingers inside of you, causing you to throw your head back and moan in pleasure. He would usually give you time to adjust to it, but not today. Today, he immediately shoved his second finger inside your hole as well. Your back arched as he roughly finger-fucked you harder than ever before. Tommy then put his thumb on your clit, gently circling it.

Once he felt your walls begin to stretch for him, he removed his fingers. You whined in annoyance. Thomas unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. It was rock hard and dripping with precum. He aligned himself with your hole and then fully bottomed out in one swift movement.

You mewled in pleasure. “Tommy! Fuck, Tommy~”

He immediately began to roughly pound into you. The feeling of your tight pussy wrapped around his cock drove him crazy. Your moans got louder and louder, not caring who heard them.

He reached down to toy with your clit, bringing you so close to the edge. You grabbed the blankets on the bed.

Tommy was so close. He needed to come so badly. You looked at him with lustful eyes. “I love you~ cum for me. Cum for me, Tommy.”

With one particular rough thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and came. He let out a deep moan as his seed began to fill you up. Thomas nearly collapsed on top of you. He grabbed your waist and flipped you onto him, his cock still deep inside you. Your entire body was pressed tightly against him. He wrapped his hands around your smaller frame to keep you in place.

Once you had calmed down, you sighed contently. You reached up and pushed some of his hair out of his face. “I told you I would come back, didn’t I?”

[thewailingbells]

I couldn't find if you had a request guidelines. But I did see that you wrote for Thomas hewitt!

In your latest post, Thomas ended up getting on his knees and hugging S/O (gf/wife?) waist. That really did sm for me girl 😩💪🥵

Can we get another fic Where's he's literly on his knees for her (when she would do anything for him anyways). Maybe he's just had a bad day, and is showing his appreciation for her comforting him. And he's just on his knees completely submitting to her 😩😩? Feel free to change whatever. (Or not do the req if you're not comfy)

PLEASE AND TY BBG

My Love Mine All Mine

AN: I’m sorry it took me a while to answer your request, it was the end of the trimester for my school and I was very busy. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Warnings: None!

The Texas heat clung to Thomas’s sweat-soaked clothes as he slammed the front door shut, the wooden frame rattling. He stomped down into the basement, the weight of each step vibrating through the worn wooden stairs.

The loud noises of Thomas’s frustration echoed through the house, jolting you from the pages of your book. With a sigh, you set the book aside, rising from the dusty old chair. You made your way towards the basement, gently knocking on the door.

"Thomas," you called out, your voice carrying a mix of worry and compassion. "Come upstairs.” Silence was all that followed. You pressed on. "Don’t make me come down there and get you! I know you hate it when I go to the basement."

A heavy sigh came from the other side of the door, and after a moment, the sound of Thomas's boots echoed back up the stairs. He opened the door, and he met your gaze—a mixture of anger and sadness in his eyes.

A frown appeared across your face. "Tommy, did you have another rough day at the Slaughterhouse?" His eyes briefly met yours before shifting to the ground.

"Are they giving you a hard time? Saying mean things to you again,” you asked gently. He responded with a shrug. It was his way of saying yes when he had too much pride to fully admit it.

You gave him a comforting hug. "I'm so sorry, sweetie. Those men can be cruel. You know that nothing they say is true, right? What were they saying this time?"

His hand found its place on the back of your neck, and in a hushed whisper, he confessed, "Ugly."

"You're the most handsome man I've ever met!" you declared, tightening your embrace. Tommy huffed in annoyance, rolling his eyes.

“Kneel down. I want to show you something,” you said.

He slumped his shoulders, a defeated sigh escaping him as he kneeled down.

“Tommy, I think every part of you is handsome. From your arms, to your chest, to your hands, I love all of you. You know what I think is really handsome, though? Close your eyes.”

He allowed you to take charge. Your fingers worked at untying his mask, and as it fell from his face, the foreign feeling of his lower face being exposed made him shudder. Yet, that odd sensation was quickly replaced with a comforting one—the feeling of your lips meeting his.

You gently pulled away from him and smiled. “I love your face. I love that I’m the only one who gets to kiss it. I love how no one looks like you. You’re mine. My Tommy. And I will always love you more than you will ever know.”

For a split second, you could have swore you saw his eyes glisten with tears. Before you could say anything, he buried his face in your stomach.

You ran your fingers through his hair to comfort him. Before you could praise him some more, you faintly heard the words, “love you,” said in a gruff voice. You smiled softly and kissed the top of his head. No man was better than your Tommy.

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Can I request Bubba Sawyer not really understanding what his female S/O period is. All he knows is that he saw blood on the sheets and thinks there's an emergency. Maybe he gets very protective when Y/N explains the whole thing.

A Bit of Blood

AN: Sorry this took so long! I had a very busy month but everything has finally started to calm down.

Warnings: This entire fic is about periods, so if that grosses you out, don’t read!

The sun is brightly shown through the thin curtains, gently nudging you awake. The persistent morning light became too much to bear. You let out an annoyed groan and rolled over on your side. You sought refuge from the persistent morning sun in your lover’s chest. Today was a rare day in the Sawyer household; it was quiet and calm. From the limited amount of time you had spent with the family, you concluded that they knew very little about those two concepts.

Nubbins was out in town taking photographs for his collection, Drayton was at the gas station working hard to get everything set up for the week, and Chop-Top was still in Vietnam.

That left only you and Bubba at home. He slept soundly in bed beside you. Despite his imposing size, there was a gentle calmness about him as he slept. You couldn't help but admire your big, gentle, manly lover, asleep and vulnerable, whose features softened in repose rather than the stern, concerned look he usually expresses.

Bubba’s eyes fluttered open. A smile appeared on his face when he realized you were right in front of him. He let out a squeal of happiness and pulled you into his chest. You giggled and hugged him back, enjoying his tight embrace. Despite the lovely moment you were having, Bubba was a morning person. Once he woke up, he was filled with energy. Bubba said something you couldn’t quite understand before wiggling out of your grasp. You sighed and rolled over to lay on your stomach.

Bubba began to follow his usual routine. Pull the blankets down, get out of bed, pull the blankets back up to cover you, and give you a kiss. Except this time, he let out an animalistic squeal. You quickly shot up in bed and turned to face him.

“Bubba! What’s wrong? What happened.”

He continued to make concerned noises. Bubba pointed to the bed. You jumped out of the bed to see what was wrong with it. Your heart sank. There was blood. Bubba began to cry. He gently patted the bottom of your butt, and you could only assume there was a blood mark there too.

You looked at him with loving eyes. You grabbed his rough hands with your soft ones. “Bubba, I’ll be okay. Don’t worry.”

He shook his head. You obviously weren’t okay! You are bleeding! That means you are hurt! Bubba started sobbing. “I’m sorry I hurt you I didn’t mean it I want to help you but I don’t know how to do that and I don’t want you to die so please don’t die,” he said. While the words weren’t exactly spoken in proper English, you were able to get the gist of what he was trying to say.

You squeezed his hands. “Listen to me. I am not going to die. This is normal for me. I need you to calm down. Can you do that for me?"

He nodded. You smiled at him and sat down on the bloodstained bed. If you bleed more, it doesn’t matter; the sheets are already ruined. Bubba stayed standing up. He was too concerned to sit.

You used the most gentle tone you could. “Bubba. As you know, I am a woman. That means I have a different body than you. You’ve seen me naked many times. Whether we were showering together, having sex, or you just walked in on me changing, remember how I told you not to cum inside me?"

He nodded. Of course he remembered, but that didn’t explain why you were bleeding! There is no time to waste! If he waits too long to tend to the wound, you could bleed out. Despite his inner thoughts, he stayed put and listened. Bubba played with his bracelet to calm himself.

“There was a reason why I told you that. Bubba. If you cum inside me, I have a baby. Once a month, when I don’t have a baby, I bleed out of my vagina.”

Before you can continue, Bubba is pulling down his pants. You quickly stopped him. “Bubba! That doesn’t mean I want a baby! We’re too young for that.”

He whines. “The baby will stop the bleeding you need a baby now!”

You shake your head. “It doesn’t work like that. Not exactly, at least. The bleeding does hurt, but I would rather bleed than have a baby. Usually I just have cramps, headaches, dizziness, fatigue, mood swings, and a few other things.”

Bubba started crying again. You have to go through all of that? Once a month? He loves you! He doesn’t want you to be in pain. Bubba pats your head gently.

You were about to say something but were interrupted by a sharp pain in your lower abdomen. You quickly hunched over and grabbed your stomach.

You felt a pair of strong arms pick you up and place you on the bed. “Bubba. I’m fine, real-“

“Nu uh,” Bubba said. You tried to sit up, but he pushed you down onto your back.

He grabbed the waistband of your pajama pants and pulled them off you. He took your top off as well. Bubba looked into your eyes for a brief moment before gently taking off your underwear.

You groaned. “Sweetie, what are you doing? I’m going to bleed on the sheets more than I already have. It’s gonna make a mess.”

Bubba climbed into bed next to you. He made shushing sounds to shut you up. His rough, calloused hand began to gently rub your uterus. He continued to make sad sounds, like those of an injured puppy.

You felt disgusting. Like an animal free bleeding all over the place you slept.

“Bubba, isn’t this gross to you?”

He shook his head. Figures: After chopping up animals and people, blood must start to mean nothing to you.

“I’m going to need feminine products, Bubba. I can’t spend a whole week in bed because I’m bleeding.”

Your love whined. There was something about this that he liked. It was domestic, in an odd sense. You were sprawled out in the bed naked. Yet there were no feelings of sexual desire. Only a desire to nurture.

“Rest,” Bubba said. “I will take care of you. We can get you everything you want later. I love you so much please feel better.”

“Thank you,” you said weakly. This was certainly something you thought you would never do. To anyone else, their girlfriend bleeding all over their bed would make them want to vomit. Not for Bubba though, he loved everything about you, and he would be with you through everything. Everything.

[thewailingbells]

Heya! Could I request some random headcanons for Tommy Hewitt and Bubba Sawyer with a female s/o? :3

Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt With a Female S/O

AN: Just in case anyone wanted to know beforehand, this is about how Tommy and Bubba would act around an assigned female at birth s/o.

Warnings: Charlie and Hoyt using very rude and using sexual language. Mentions of pregnancy and periods.

Bubba Sawyer

As weird as it sounds, Bubba loves women. He absolutely loves them. Every single day, he’s surrounded by his family, which just so happens to be all men. It's not that he doesn’t love his brothers and grandpa, but he thinks a woman would be a lovely addition to the family.

When a pretty woman victim shows up at his house, he gets so excited he almost forgets he has to kill them. All the women he has met are so pretty, smell nice, and wear pretty clothes. Everything about them is lovely. He just wishes they wouldn’t scream in terror every time they saw him.

When you became his girlfriend, he is ecstatic! You’re like the other woman he has met, but so much better. You're prettier, kinder, and so much more fun to be around.

While it may sound odd, he wants to know everything about women. What do girls do for fun? How are you all so beautiful? Is it true that girls carry babies in their tummies?

You’ll laugh and answer his questions, but he is genuinely serious. He wants to know about you because he loves you.

Bubba wants to see all your girly clothes. He knows he won’t fit into them, but he really wants to feel them and look at them.

He also wants you to put on his makeup. Even if you don’t know how to use makeup, he doesn’t care. He still wants you to do it for him, please!

His brothers, especially Chop Top and Nubbins, want to talk to you. While they get out more than Bubba does and see more women who happen to be nice to them, having a girl at home is different. They understand you are Bubba’s girl, but that doesn’t seem to stop them from trying to join you and Bubba’s long talks about girlhood. They love to listen in and make inappropriate jokes before running away and giggling.

Drayton, on the other hand, doesn’t speak to you much. He has three boys to worry about who act more like children than adults. He does like you; don’t get it wrong. He’ll treat you the way he treats his brothers, but he will be more gentle and more awkward.

Bubba really knows nothing about women, so when you get into more about the female anatomy, he will be shocked. Be sure to take it slow with him. He wants to know so much about his wonderful girlfriend, but there is only so much he can handle to hear at once.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas knows more about women than Bubba does. Tommy knows that girls have periods, they have different private parts than men, they give birth to children, they get children in their tummies because they have sex, their boobs provide milk for babies, and much more. While he knows a lot, he doesn’t quite understand the extent to which it goes.

Do women get periods? Yes. For how long? He doesn’t know. Two days, maybe? He knows things about women, but he doesn’t know all the details that others might.

His reliable knowledge of women mainly comes from his momma, Luda May. She’s always answered any questions her baby might have had.

All of his questionable knowledge about women comes from Hoyt and Charlie. They’re always talking about women like they're objects. They would always say how hot victims were before Tommy killed them and they would touch them inappropriately before their final moments. They never stop talking about pussy and how amazing it is. While Thomas does want to have sex with a woman he loves very much, he isn’t in desperate need of getting laid like some of his other family members.

Living with a woman made Tommy realize that they’re so much different from men, and that’s why he loves them so much.

They’re sweet; they tell him nice things; they take care of him; they ask how he’s doing; and they hold him when he’s sad. All things that Hoyt and Charlie would never do for him, but Luda May did. She coddled him a lot when he was younger, but he still gets a daily hug from her.

When there was a female victim, Tommy didn’t think twice. Meat is meat. The woman was nothing more, nothing less. He never stopped to admire the beauty of his victim. That was before he met you. Even then your looks weren’t the first thing on his mind. He didn’t want to act like a damn dog like the two other boys in his family.

When you come into Tommy’s life, he is so happy. He doesn’t expect you to take on a motherly role for him because, while he loves Luda May’s love, he wants a different type of love with you. One where you are equal and can take care of each other.

Thomas never asks you any questions about girls. Though you can see when he’s curious. In the early morning, when you’re putting on his makeup, he’ll shyly watch from outside the bathroom door. Invite him in, and show him what you are doing. The more time he spends with you, the more he learns about what it’s like to be a woman.

You’re so soft, cute, nice, and loving. He loves watching you do girly things. It’s softness in his world of constantly being tough.

[thewailingbells]

I love how you write. It's so perfect ✨️🫶

can I request a headcanon on Thomas Hewitt?

and another character if you want

How would Thomas react if we found him cheating on us?

I need angust in my life

Sorry for the mistakes, english isn't my main language 😅

Cheater

AN: I’m so sorry but I did not answer this request the exact way you asked. I made it so the reader thinks Tommy is cheating on her but he really isn’t. I did this because my little heart couldn’t handle all the angst and I honestly don’t think Tommy is the type of person to cheat.

Warnings: Mentions of sex, nudity and rude language towards the reader from Hoyt.

"Tommy! I got a present for ya! Get your ass to your bedroom!” Hoyt yelled loud enough for the entire house to hear.

A group of unfortunate tourists visiting the state of Texas got pulled over by the self-proclaimed Sheriff Hoyt. He made them all enter his car and drove them back to the Hewitt household where they would meet their untimely demise.

Thomas immediately took them to the basement and made quick work of all of them—or at least he thought he did. While he was finishing chopping up one of the last bodies, he heard Hoyt scream for him.

Tommy put down his cleaver and went upstairs. He saw you and Luda May sitting at the dining table. He gave you a quick wave before going upstairs to his bedroom.

Tommy opened the door, and his jaw dropped. He quickly looked away and covered his eyes. There was a woman completely naked tied to his bed. She was bound to the bed in a starfish position, leaving her whole body exposed.

Hoyt laughed at Thomas’s shocked face. "What’s wrong, Tommy? Thought you might want a new toy. The girl you got now is all loose and stretched out. This one’s perfect for ya. She’s all nice and ripe. So much better than that used-up bitch you’ve been keeping around for years now."

Hoyt’s words enraged Tommy. Before you came along, family always came first. Now that your in his life, he prioritized you over everything. That’s why he quickly grabbed Hoyt by the throat and lifted his body off the ground. He balled his free hand into a fist and punched him in the face. You and Luda May heard Hoyt scream in pain. You immediately jumped out of your seat and ran upstairs.

"Tommy! Tommy, sweetie, are you okay? What’s going on—" Your heart sank. You looked at Thomas with angry eyes and stormed out of the room. He quickly dropped Hoyt’s body to the ground and ran after you. You were already outside the front of the house when he caught up.

"Leave me alone, Tommy! I don’t want to hear it!"

Thomas grabbed your shoulder and yanked you back. You let out a groan of pain. He turned you around to face him. Your eyes were watering.

"You got bored of me! Is that it? After everything we’ve fucking been through? I gave up my entire life to be with you! Were you just gonna kill me? Chop me up like all the other girls who come through this house?"

Thomas vigorously shook his head. It was times like these that he wished he could talk. His heart broke when you started sobbing.

"I love you, Tommy. Don’t you love me? You used to love me…"

You watched as the huge man dropped to his knees in front of you. He placed his hands on your hips and looked up at you with sorrowful eyes. He did love you. He would always love you and only you.

Before you could say anything else, you heard Luda May yelling from inside. "Jesus Christ, Hoyt! What’s wrong with you? Get out there and apologize! Right now! Go!"

You gave Tommy a confused look. He only nodded his head. That’s when Hoyt came outside, with Luda May following right behind him. You wiped the tears from your eyes and looked at Hoyt. Thomas was still on his knees, hugging you.

Hoyt sighed. "Tommy didn’t want that girl. I put her in his room. Figured he would want a new toy to fuck. Someone who wasn’t as stretched out as you. The dumb fool still loves you, though. He don’t want anyone else."

Luda May slapped him for his crude language. "He’s telling the truth."

You gently pushed Tommy’s hair out of his face. You ran your hand along his cheek. He was crying now too. "Oh, sweetie…" You leaned down and pressed a kiss against the top of his head. "I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I thought you were cheating on me. I should’ve known you would never do that."

Thomas stood on his feet and shook his head. He signed, "I am sorry."

You started crying again. "I love you so much, baby. Don’t be sorry."

He wrapped his hands around the back of your head and pulled you in for a passionate kiss.

Hoyt made fake gagging noises. "Go kill the girl then, Tommy! Stop being all mushy and kill her."

Thomas looked at you and nodded. He immediately ran inside to deal with the naked girl in his bed. The sounds of screams and blood splattering could be heard from a mile away. There was nothing to worry about with Tommy. He’s loyal to his first and only love, you.

[thewailingbells]

Hi I was wondering if I could request a shy/quiet female Reader who has a hard time sticking up for herself like she's a huge pushover (like myself) paired up with Caleb Quinn.

And also I just want to say I really like your work (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

Deathslinger With a Pushover Reader

AN: I’m so happy someone sent in a request for Deathslinger I’ve been absolutely obsessed with him lately! I’m also so glad that you like my work!

He sees everything. Even when you think he’s not looking, he is.

Caleb sees you giving your med-kit to fully healed survivors despite you needing it. He sees when you give them your shiny new toolbox despite you wanting to use it. All for your teammates to leave you hanging on a hook.

Caleb hates when good people like yourself get walked all over. That being said, he does like minding his own business. He has enough problems himself, he doesn’t need your issues too. At least that’s what he tells himself.

The next trail you’re in with him he sees one of your fellow survivors forcing you to give up your brand new toolbox that is in perfect condition.

“I really wanted to use my toolbox this match,” you meekly told your teammate.

“I’ll give you my toolbox.” They quickly ripped yours from your hand and gave you their broken-down one.

Caleb had enough. After he saw that he swiftly pulled you into him using his redeemer. He gently grabbed the back of your head and whispered in your ear. “They’re not your friends, you know. They don’t care ‘bout you. I want you to go over there and get your toolbox back. If you don’t, I’ll kill you next time I see you. You hear?”

You didn’t know what terrified you more, the Deathslinger killing you or having to get your toolbox back. You quickly realized which one would be more painful.

You managed to find your teammate again. “Ummm, I need my toolbox back please.”

“What? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said I want my toolbox back please.”

Your teammate just laughed. “No. I’m using it. You gave it to me. It’s mine now.”

“No. It’s mine! Give it back!”

Unbeknownst to you, Deathslinger was watching the entire thing go down. He was standing behind you, keeping himself hidden behind a large rock. He heard you trying and he was damn proud. The arguing went on for another minute or so and Caleb knew you weren’t going to get the toolbox back. So he took matters into his own hands.

He peaked out from around the rock and pointed his gun directly at your teammate. Their eyes widened at the sight. They quickly gave you your toolbox and ran away. Caleb just laughed to himself and walked off.

You smiled and ran to go find Caleb. He was on one of the far-away sides of the map when you found him.

“Deathslinger! Deathslinger I did it! I got it back!”

He smiled at you. “Good job. Knew you could do it. I got a little present for you.”

Caleb then moved out of the way to reveal the hatch behind it. “Come on now. You deserve it.”

You giggled and gave him a big hug. “Thank you!” You quickly jumped down into the hatch. Yeah, he definitely liked you.

[thewailingbells]

I sent an ask a while ago but maybe it got eaten by Tumblr? I'll just resend it!

Can I request some headcanons for Max and Bubba with a survivor S/O that's super clumsy and oblivious so he constantly gets hurt? I'm constantly running face-first into chainsaws whenever I go against them and it makes me feel so stupid because I have like 500+ hours in DBD 😭

AN: Thank you for being so patient. I think Tumblr ate the request, but here it is now!

Max and Bubba With a Clumsy Survivor

Max Thompson Jr.

Max is very clumsy as well. Due to his deformations, he often has trouble seeing and walking.

When he sees how oblivious you are during trials his heart swells. You’re so innocent and naïve. He hates even the thought of hurting you.

Max is very fast but when you are in a trial with him he tries his best to slow down. He will also rev up his chainsaw and stay still for a few moments to try to give you a chance to hear the saw and hide.

If Max is chasing you and you fall down, he will immediately stop and check on you. He’ll gently hold you and mumble out apologizes.

You remind him of himself with how clumsy you are, and that makes him so sad. He feels the need to protect you. He knows how difficult it is to be clumsy, and seeing you receive all those injuries makes him feel horrible.

If you run into Max while he is running with his chainsaw, he will immediately pull the weapon out of your body. He will be upset at you and himself. Why were you here? Didn’t you hear the chainsaw? It doesn’t matter, you won’t be hit by Max for the rest of the trial. The guilt of sawing you (even just a little bit) is too much for him to bear.

Bubba Sawyer

Your clumsiness makes him so worried! Bubba is a natural born caretaker, so the second he sees you trip over thin air, his mother instincts kick in.

After a long day, Bubba always comes to check on you. He gently grabs your arms and legs to check them over for bruises or cuts. While it is a bit invasive, he means well.

When he realizes he is in a trial with you, he immediately panics. Despite his job being to kill survivors, he’ll actually look out for you. If he sees you running over a plank that is about to fall, he will squeal and pull you back. He often forgets that he is the danger and instead stresses out about things like tiny rocks and unsafe buildings that the Entity created.

Bubba is an absolutely softie. If he were to ever accidentally cut you with his chainsaw, he would immediately start crying. He would hold you close and cry for the rest of the trial. Bubba doesn’t know how he’s going to live with himself after hurting you.

He loves you so much and wants you to be safe and happy more than anything.

[thewailingbells]

Hello! I’m a new DBD writer. My asks and requests are open so please, stop by and send something in! Check out my blog to see the rules for requesting and who I write for!! <3

[thewailingbells]

The Wraith With a Survivor Who Constantly Runs Into Him

The first time this happened was when you were going through one of your first trials. You were doing your best to be helpful to your team. The only thing you knew how to do was fix generators and that was exactly what you did.

Being a new survivor in the fog, you knew nearly nothing about the killers in the Entity's realm. So, you were oblivious to the fact that there was an invisible killer watching your every move.

That killer was none other than Philip. He took pleasure in observing his environment and those around him. New survivors always peaked his interest and you especially had captivated his attention.

He noticed that you were like him in an odd way. You always took a few moments to look around at the scenery before continuing to work on your generator, similar to what he does before killing his victims.

You quickly finished the generator you were working on. You stood up and began running at your top speed, trying to find another generator to fix.

That was when Philip noticed you were running directly at him. His eyes widened. You weren't stopping. Most survivors could sense the Wraith's presence. It seemed that you didn't have that ability yet.

Before he could move out of the way, you ran directly into his chest. You fell on your back and cried out in pain.

Philip stared at you in curiosity. He thought you were so innocent, so naïve. You sat up and began looking around. It still hadn't clicked in your mind that you ran head-first into the killer.

He sighed. He didn't want to hurt you. He couldn't hurt you. Philip patiently waited for you to run in the other direction, and that is just what you did.

After that, the Wraith thought that situation would not happen again. Someone at the campsite has to tell you that he can turn invisible, right? Wrong. No one told you. So you ran into Philip. Again. Again. And again. Each time you were more confused then the last.

He made the decision to uncloak the next time you were about to run into him. He reasoned that this was for your own good. You needed to see him for who he was, a monster. He was expecting you to scream in terror at the sight of him, for your beautiful facial expression to turn into one of disgust.

It didn’t. You looked at him and smiled. "So you're what I've been running into this whole time?"

He nodded. You giggled and gave him a small hug. “Thank you for not killing me. You could’ve done it so many times by now. You’re so kind.”

You're adorable, and he's obsessed with you. You’re his now.

Now he absolutely loves when you bump into him while he is invisible. He will wrap his arms around you and give you a big hug before gently pushing you in a safe direction.

[thewailingbells]

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Characters I Write For

Evan Macmillan

Philip Ojomo

Max Thompson Jr.

Caleb Quinn

Pyramid Head

Nemesis

Bubba Sawyer

Johnny Slaughter

Thomas Hewitt

Jason Voorhees

Pinhead

Yautja

Albert Wesker

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