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A Calm Night

Jason Voorhees x g/n Reader

TWs: Hunting mention, blood mention, drowning mention— listen, this is just a fluffy piece about the reader taking care of Jason. That’s it that’s all— just a whole bunch of self indulgent fluff.

“Jason!”

Calling off the porch, you wait patiently. He’s out there in the forest somewhere— you know it. He’d brought his archery gear when he left, whether practicing or hunting, he promised he wasn’t going far.

Not that you ever had to worry about that.

There were his heavy footsteps, then his large figure emerged. His hands bloody, he looks quite pleased with himself.

“I got a deer!” He signs to you, gestures quick with excitement.

“Really? That’s amazing!” You cheer, opening your arms for him, “Come inside and get washed up, you can tell me all about it over dinner.”

He squeezes you back when you hug him, his arms snug around you, the bloody hands staying away— knowing well you don’t like scrubbing blood out of your sweaters.

You tell him about the dinner you prepared as he washes up— the conversation is good to keep his mind off the water. You lead him to the table, where your places are set. Gesturing to his seat, he settles in as you collect the dishes and load them up. Setting it in front of him, you take the opportunity now that he’s sitting to press a kiss to his head.

A rare opportunity to kiss skin.

Jason becomes flustered— he always becomes flustered when you take care of him like this. The kiss only further solidifies your place in his heart.

He begins to sign in that one-handed half-word kind of way, explaining how he went out to practice and ended up finding the stag he came across. Dropping his utensil into his dinner, both hands move around his head, where his mask sits half-off.

“They must be huge!” His arms move out and up to express the sheer size of the antlers, before coming back down to promise he would be bringing them back later.

“Why don’t you bring them and the meat in after dinner? We can get it all put away.”

Idle conversation continues over dinner, only pausing when he goes to collect the meat, and you clean up the kitchen. By the time he comes back you’re prepared to start sealing away the fresh meat.

In one hand, the package of meat. The other, cleanly severed, large antlers.

Fawning over how pretty they are, you both make quick work of preserving the meat. You send him down to the cellar, where you keep the deep freezer. As he carefully puts away nicely packaged cuts of meat, you tend to preparing for his shower.

It was something you were helping him work through— the extreme fear of water associated with his drowning, had him running for the hills when it came to baths. Showers, while still bringing intense anxiety, could be managed if done right.

Soft towels and nice smelling soap waits with you.

He knows what’s coming next— you were very insistent on daily bathing. But your insistence on his self care didn’t upset him. He knew you didn’t want to hurt him. Your eyes are too kind and soft, your smile is too sweet.

So of course, he shyly makes his way to the bathroom, hands squeezing and relaxing— a nervous fidget, shifting from one foot to another.

“It’s okay, you know I’ll be right here with you. We can make it quick and go right to bed. How does that sound?”

The tension in his shoulders release just the tiniest bit.

He’s so timid as he begins to undress, cued on by your own disrobing. Led by the hand, you take the first step into the running water, letting it fall down your back as you guide him in. There’s just enough room for the both of you, and the water doesn’t even have to touch him.

Grabbing his loofah, you load it up with soap and run it under the water, going to work gently scrubbing his body. Stopping only to get more warm water on it.

“There we go— how’s it feel? Are you warm enough?”

You aren’t surprised he kept the mask. Even though you’ve seen his face, he’s always far more comfortable in it, than without it.

As you wash his back, he washes his legs and junk, turning so you can scrub his chest and stomach.

“Alright, there we go… here, for your face.” A washcloth with face wash sits warm in your hand, holding it out for him to take— he always takes it, turns away, and removes the mask for washing. A habit you’ve grown accustomed to.

But now, he hesitates.

When you ask why, he somehow becomes even more shy. Fumbling with his hands before he finally signs, asking simply, “can you?”

“Would you be comfortable with me doing it? I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable, I know this is already stressful…”

He shakes his head, grabbing his mask slowly, he pulls it up and off.

Clasping it in his hands, he can’t seem to meet your gaze.

You smile, and gently cup his cheek. “Hello handsome, thank you for letting me help.”

Jason turns to putty in your hands as you gently wash his face— small circles on his cheeks and forehead, a little extra love under the right side of his neck, where a bit of blood splatter dried.

So careful and considerate, not a bubble gets in his eyes. Nor does he become overwhelmed by the feeling of water on his face.

All he can focus on is you.

“There you go.” You press a kiss to his cheek when you’ve finished, and begin to finally wash yourself— Jason imagines assisting you as you do for him, every touch from him would be tender and loving. He would be just as careful as you are, he knows it.

For now, though, he stands patiently as you rinse off.

He steps out first, and you’re quick to follow, wrapping yourself in a towel, you begin to pat him down— and he stops you with a hand on your wrist. As you begin expressing your confusion on your face, he reaches for your towel. Gently freeing it from your body, he begins to pat you down.

His mask set beside the sink, he’s attentive as he dries you off.

“Thank you, Jason.” The whisper tickles his ear when you hug him, his arms wrapping securely around you, he scoops you up.

In the bedroom, both your pajamas sit folded neatly on the end of the bed. He takes great care to put them on you— he’s never done this before, but that doesn’t seem to matter.

Because when you lay down to sleep, hugging his head to your chest, his arms around your middle, you know he loves you in ways words couldn’t describe. He’s said it before, but moments like these make it all the more clear just what he meant; he loves you more than he could ever express.

This is probably one of my favorite moments of Aether i filmed my latest ritual. Like look at him, just look at him, no thoughts just monkey

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Comfortable!

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Short Imagine

Request: Can I request thomas with an so who flirts with him very aggressively? Will say the sweetest things with an aggressive tone like “who gave you permission to be soo damn CUTE?!? The audacity to walk around lookin all smoochable”

Request sent by: Anon

Warning: Cursing

Thomas knew it wasn’t rare to see you mess around with your friends in a flirty way. In fact, he thought it was interesting, the way you would be so open and playful with everyone. What he didn’t know, though, was that it was ten times worse when you two got into a relationship. You had gone from this far away person he didn’t think would mess with him like that to someone who wouldn’t leave him alone about how attractive he was. He couldn’t see it, of course, but you never failed to remind him of how beautiful he was to you. 

You started out as this bright, somewhat reserved, person to him. You didn’t play around with him and kept your hands to yourself but the moment you both became closer and finally started dating, your hands roamed his body, not in a sexual way ( sometimes ) but to grope his muscles and poke at those squishy pecs of his. It was an everyday occurrence that Thomas honestly waited for just so he could go about his day normally and it threw him a tiny bit out of whack when you didn't do it. tu

“Hey baby- GOD..DAMN!” You sent a firm slap to his ass with a devilish grin and he didn’t flinch. “Who allowed you to look this good today, my love.” You giggled, sliding under his arm that was hard at work at his work station in the basement. His movements paused to look down at you and your shining, beautiful eyes, and allowed his arm to pull you closer, loving the closeness. Your arms snaked under his apron to hug his body and send a small kiss to his chest. “Good morning.” You closed your eyes and rested your fast against his side to which his hand brushed your hair away from your eyes and rested back down on your waist. He kissed the top of your head through his mask and went back to work, your body slipping away from his own to go back upstairs with a comfortable smile. His mood was instantly lifted from that little interaction and his day was set on a good path. It was going to take a lot for something to ruin it.

It was moments like that that he really enjoyed. “Hey big boy! Looking good!” You would call out from the porch over to your man who was lugging a big bag of feed for the chicken. “Sweet baby Jesus, you’re lookin’ extra fine today, babe.” You complimented, hands squishing his cheeks to kiss his mouth over his mask. There would never be a time in his life where it would get old to him. The man loved it. It was a part of you. Something that made you YOU. Some might call it being extroverted. Others might call it weird but he didn’t think so. He thought it was a normal part of his everyday routine and he didn’t feel like breaking that routine anytime soon.

REDITUS 2022 in Latin it means: "there goes all my money in 2022"

Gratias

Rob Zombie and Sheri Moon Zombie.

I will never apologize for the person I will become when his true form gets animated

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‘Movie Night’ !SFW! Brahms Heelshire x GN Reader

Contains: Little Space Comfort, Brahms in Little Space

Requested by Anonymous on Wattpad

“Of course Mrs. Heelshire. Enjoy your night!” you called as you watched the old couple happily get into a car from the front steps of their home. You couldn’t deny that the couple had been looking much happier as opposed to when you first arrived.

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