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The Spread

PAIR: Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface) x f!Reader

WORD COUNT: 3.5k | MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: You hide and don't get slaughtered. Tommy secretly keeps you. He's kinda sweet if you're good.

WARNINGS: I8+ Canon-typical violence (implied) & setting, captivity, dark caretaking, manhandling, sleeper hold, oral f receiving, noncon unsafe piv, finger gagging, dark fluff, tommy has a praise kink, stockholm syndrome vibes. NO human skin mask: leather partial mask shown in photo. He is feral and naive due to his family. No use of Y/N. Divider by gasolinerainbowpuddles.

SIZE KINK - Reader is much smaller than Leatherface, can be carried and maneuvered. He is 6’5”, thicc and STRONG.

You barely escaped the so-called law man, and your friends weren’t so lucky. They got chased right into the lair of a chainsaw-wielding giant.

“C’mon, Tommy,” the Sheriff encouraged the giant, “Just like the slaughterhouse.”

Heavy chains thrashed, and one of your friends groaned.

“Attaboy,” the Sheriff praised.

While they were distracted, you ducked into a nearby woodshed. You didn't dare go far – you had encountered too many hazards on the property to trust your footing, and couldn't risk calling attention. Instead, you sat there in the shed, paralyzed, listening to your friends get butchered. One by one, their squeals turned animalistic until a wet thwack or rev of a motor cut them off.

Finally, there were no more screams.

Huddled in a corner of the woodshed, you tried to keep your wits about you. The shed was about the size of a small dorm room. There were stacks of wood all around–some freshly cut, some rotted–and hay covered the floor.

You were in a tank top and Daisy dukes with cowboy boots that made you feel like an idiot. You had sap on your knees from crawling over the wood. Taking deep breaths did nothing but fill your nose with cedar - it was only a matter of time before you’d meet your fate. You picked splinters out of your hands as you replayed the chase in your mind. You began to feel sure “Tommy” had seen you run into the shed. If that was the case, you didn't know why he let you go. You could only guess he already had his hands full.

“Think we got’em all, son?” The Sheriff asked.

Tommy grunted.

“That’s my boy,” the Sheriff concluded.

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Dusk was approaching. Not long after the Sheriff left, heavy footsteps crunched louder and louder toward the woodshed. Your heart pounded harder with each step. The rickety door busted open with a plume of dust. Tommy’s silhouette consumed almost all the daylight that remained.

The door frame would’ve been tall enough for most men, but Tommy had to duck on his way in. He carried an ax. Each step he took shook the entire structure. His breathing was loud, his mouth hanging open below the leather that covered his nose. The partial mask covered his chin too, but not his mouth. It was fastened with two straps behind his head nestled in thick, chestnut hair that came down around his shoulders.

He approached you cautiously and paused when he was an arm’s length away. You whimpered, knees held to your chest. He sniffed around like an animal. Then he brushed a stray section of hair out of his eyes, and you saw a glint of uncertainty in his gaze. You tried to compose yourself, wondering if your fear could trigger him.

He knelt down to get a better look at you. He reached for you, and you jumped. He grumbled and held up a massive finger less than an inch from your mouth, telling you to be quiet.

Something possessed you to reach for his hand. He let you move it.

You put his palm on your cheek and watched his chest heave in confusion.

He tilted his head and stayed crouched there for a moment, staring at you with his brown eyes softening above the leather.

“Attaboy,” you whispered, repurposing the Sheriff’s words.

Tommy huffed, then abruptly stood. He left the shed, ax slung over his shoulder. He ducked again on his way out.

He didn't return for a while. You finally dared to open the door just enough to look out, but not for long, startled by an older woman’s voice calling, “Tommy!!! Time for supper.” You shrunk back into your corner, afraid you had been spotted.

You sat there frozen, afraid to run.

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Sometime later, you heard a squeaky wheel approach the shed. The door opened more quietly than it had the first time. The hulking silhouette was backlit by a buzzing floodlight in the yard. The man seemed to be more careful and quiet this time. He had brought a few blankets. One of them was tattered, pale yellow bordering what used to be white, and it had Care Bears on it. He put the blanket over your body, coming all the way up to your neck, and patted your head. Then he took a bundle of newspaper out from under his arm and handed it to you like an offering. It smelled like barbecue.

As he turned to leave, you whispered, “Tommy.”

He dropped his head and looked back.

“Thank you,” you said.

Looking at the wall, Tommy offered a short nod before leaving. Then he locked the door from the outside.

After he left, you opened the newspaper. It was too dark to see, but the contents felt like a charred bone with bits of flesh hanging to it. You weren't hungry anyway.

You wrapped yourself tight in the blanket, and to your discomfort, your heart fluttered at the man’s softness with you. You replayed the day’s harrowing events in your mind’s eye and saw him differently than you had at first. Maybe he was nothing but an attack dog. You began to doubt he would've hurt your friends at all if not for the older, more wicked man in uniform.

Maybe Tommy was as much of a prisoner as you were. You wondered if he could talk. You felt sure he could listen.

After sunrise, you awoke to some commotion and heard a vehicle drive away. After a period of silence, you tried to open the door to the shed, but it was securely locked.

Soon, Tommy came back and unlocked it. He moved swiftly toward you with purpose in each heavy step, crouching slightly. The mass of his body strained his shirt. You'd never seen forearms like his. He could surely snap you like a twig, but something told you he wouldn't. Still, your heart raced when he lunged toward you. He reached over a wood pile and used both massive hands to force you onto your feet. He wrapped you in the blanket, then put you over his shoulder like a potato sack.

He put you into his wheelbarrow, then nestled some firewood around you. He looked around furtively as he did it. Then he covered you with another blanket and wheeled you across the bumpy ground, onto a smoother surface. He rolled a garage door down behind you and left you covered in the wheelbarrow as he rummaged around the garage.

You peeked out from the blanket and saw him placing shackles on a table. Your heart raced. You glanced behind you. The garage door was still lifted by a small margin. Maybe big enough to fit through.

You watched in terror as he brought out a mallet. Finally, your body unfroze.

You lowered yourself out of the wheelbarrow as carefully and quietly as you could and crawled toward the narrow opening. As you began to wriggle under it, your ass hit the door, making a noise far too loud to go unnoticed.

Within a split second, his massive hands were firm around your ankles, pulling you toward him, dragging you roughly across the concrete.

He manhandled you like a doll. He forced you onto your back and shook you, then wrapped a massive hand around your neck. Your life flashed before your eyes, and you kicked him. He grunted and grabbed you roughly by the shirt, then sat back on his knees. He held you with your back against his enormous thigh. Your Daisy dukes did nothing to protect your ass from the cold concrete. You thrashed, and he put the crook of his elbow around your neck, then everything faded.

When you woke up, you were chained to the table, with cold, metal shackles on your wrists and one ankle. You were bottomless, and the air was cool between your legs. Your feet were bare. All you had left was your tank top, which you wore without a bra.

You didn't dare move. A foul dust in the air made you sneeze, then Tommy came into view. He was wearing a butcher’s apron, and the sleeves of his dingy, button-up shirt were rolled up to expose those big, hairy forearms. He held the mallet. His eyes were industrious.

“Please don't hurt me,” you begged.

He laid a heavy hand on your shin, and you flinched. He gently placed your free ankle in a shackle, then nailed it shut.

“Please,” you begged.

He laid a hand on your thigh and looked you in the eyes.

“What are you going to do to me?” You asked.

He huffed and put the mallet away.

You were relieved until he returned with a meat cleaver. You tensed and squirmed. He laid a hand on your stomach and his searing eyes told you to stay still. He slid the cleaver under your tank top, and you held your breath and looked at the ceiling. Your nipples hardened at the feeling of his knuckles between your breasts.

He violently sliced upward through the fabric, turning your wifebeater into a vest which burst open, freeing your breasts. He inhaled sharply at the sight and discarded the meat cleaver with a metallic clatter on a nearby shelf.

“Please,” you begged again, then he stuck his fingers in your mouth and peered in. His thick digits tasted like charcoal and salt. Three fingers were enough to stuff the orifice completely. When you stopped whining, he abandoned your mouth.

He cupped a breast, then cupped both of them. He hummed a curious “mm,” Then dragged his thumb down your sternum before stepping away to survey your body.

You felt like a cadaver sliced open for examination. As he slowly stalked around the table, it dawned on you that's what he was doing. He was studying you.

He stopped at a long side of the table – your left side. He brought his face–his leather mask–to your skin, just below your ribs. His hair fell onto your body, and the light brush of it tickled. He paused to loosen the strap at the back of his head. Then he dipped his face to your abdomen again. He turned his head and dragged his cheek, and the leather, over your bare stomach, to your breast. You could hear him desperately sniffing and wondered why he didn't take that thing off.

Lips, hair, and smooth leather dragged across your skin as he wiped his face along your chest. Then his face made its way into your armpit, where a dart of his tongue made you flinch and shiver. His tongue darted out again. He sucked the delicate skin slightly into his mouth before releasing it with a soft grunt.

He paused and pulled away. He pivoted to stand behind your head, then brought his hands to your breasts. Helowered his mouth to your neck and licked you. His hair fell on your nose and smelled like smoke and metal.

He seemed to savor the taste of your skin. He licked longer, harder, the strong slippery muscle of his tongue nudging your jugular. You felt a rush of arousal and shame. He tasted the other side of your neck and hummed in satisfaction. The throbbing between your legs made you wince.

He dragged his tongue down over your chest to lap at your breast. He flattened his tongue to lick your nipple, then began to suckle at it. One thing was clear - this was not for your enjoyment. He was entirely absorbed in what he was doing. He didn't even glance at your face. Whether it was for his pleasure or curiosity, you couldn't be sure. He moaned into your nipple and you knew you must have been gushing onto the table.

After a few seconds, he pulled away from your tit and began to sniff the air. He stalked around the table some more and paused at your shackled feet, staring up between your spread legs. He found the source. His hands dwarfed your thighs as he pushed them further apart. Then he dabbed a thick finger, only grazing your folds as he picked up just a taste of you from the table and brought it to his mouth.

“Mm,” he hummed quietly, staring between your legs. He licked his finger again and his eyes searched the air curiously. Then he grabbed your upper thighs and anchored his thumbs on your outer lips, spreading you open. His heavy gut rested on the table between your feet as he leaned forward. As he lowered his mouth to your cunt, you twitched and felt another rush of shame.

His breath was hot on your cunt, then he dipped his tongue, and you tensed.

He lapped at your entrance, and the physical pleasure made you exhale and relax, while your fear remained. He licked and sucked, and your moan echoed before you could try to cut it short. Your chest was hot with embarrassment, but if he heard the sound, he ignored it.

He fed on your juices like a starved animal. He sucked and slurped, and dug his lips and tongue in, searching for more. The squelching and gurgling sounds were obscene between your legs. He closed his eyes and dug his fingers into your hips as he feasted.

The leather mask nudged your clit and made your hips lift into his mouth. He brought a hand to your lower belly to hold you still. Then his tongue plunged into you. You whispered, “good boy,” and your whole body felt weak with shame.

He paused and glanced up, then repeated the action. It was true, some part of you welcomed this, as afraid as you were. In any case, the heat and pressure building in your gut would have to release at some point.

He fucked you with his tongue, nudging your clit with the smooth leather, and you had to remind yourself to breathe. You'd never been eaten so voraciously. He moaned into your cunt and the tension was too much to hold. You whimpered as you began to pulse and twitch. His tongue paused as you clenched around it. Then he continued. Your back arched as he sucked it all out of you, swallowing every drop he could find. As your climax waned, you took slow, deep breaths.

Finally, he slowed down. He looked flustered for a moment, then his hand disappeared from your thigh. He pulled his face away, and the leather mask was soaked and shiny. Then he took his apron off. When he stood to put the apron aside, the protrusion in his pants made your breath hitch and your asshole flutter.

Your cunt spasmed once around nothing, and your insides churned as though making room for a massive guest.

You couldn't peel your eyes away. He adjusted himself, then palmed the bulge. His shirt had come untucked. The bottom button wasn't fastened, and his midsection strained the other buttons as his whole torso heaved. He eyed the mess between your legs as he palmed himself.

He seemed to be considering the possibility of stuffing your cunt with whatever monstrosity hid in his pants. He could take anything he wanted, but he didn't look proud of it. This didn't feel like something he did every day.

You decided not to fight back. You told yourself it was for survival, but you also twitched at the thought of him wrecking you. You looked at his crotch, then down between your legs, still gushing at the sight of him barely contained by his pants. The way his whole body wanted to bust out of his clothes made you weak in the knees. He was so solid and strong. You looked again from his crotch to your own, as though your eyes were instructing where to put it in defiance of your better judgment.

He grumbled as he picked up a hammer and approached you, making your heart nearly stop.

He pried the nails out of the shackles, and you cursed yourself for the way your heart fell. Your disappointment was quickly replaced by relief. A man this size, with these capabilities – he could have done serious damage to your body.

“Thank you,” you whispered. You laid on the table patiently looking at the ceiling as he went down to your feet and unshackled your ankles.

Then he grabbed you by the thighs and yanked you toward the end of the table, making you yelp. Your naked crotch came to rest flush against the bulge in his pants, making you ache with arousal. Your thighs trembled in fear.

You looked down toward him and he forced your chin upward, making you look at the ceiling. You pinched your eyes shut. You were at war with your body’s desire. He might kill you. He might actually split you in two. The dying squeals of your friends echoed in your mind. But his hardness swelled against you, and oh, fuck.

His hips backed up and you twitched at the loss of his warm package against you.

With your eyes still pinched shut, you heard his clothes jostling, then he spread your lips apart while he notched his tip against you. It was too big. He held your thighs again and pulled you toward him with a forward thrust and a grunt.

Being impaled with his cock felt like being split open. The girth burned as it stretched you, and you whimpered as your body tried to accommodate him. He stayed inside, and he sighed. You'd never felt so stuffed. He leaned forward, and the contact with your clit provided some relief as your body spread itself more. But still, your heart raced at the prospect of him moving. You prayed he would be gentle.

When you didn't stop whimpering, he stuck his fat, smokey fingers in your mouth again. He placed his other hand on your chest to hold you still, with the crook of his thumb close to your throat. You gagged on his fingers and he removed them. He wiped your saliva onto your nipple before kneading your breast.

Thankfully, you were wet and getting wetter. He held you down and slammed into you. The fullness pushed your thoughts out of the way along with your guts. You kept your eyes shut as he speared into you again.

His breathing and grunting seemed to echo through the room with every snap of his hips. His unholy girth twitched against your walls. He grabbed onto your hips and brutally pounded you. He used you like a sleeve until his moans were drawn out and his breath became ragged. He pulled you back hard and leaned forward, the weight of him resting on your lower abdomen. Your cunt fluttered in anticipation of his climax, but he paused. Your hips lifted, seeking friction for your front.

He pulsed once, making your chest flutter with pleasure, but then he swiftly slid out. He left you twitching for more as he finished coming outside. His cum painted your folds and inner thigh, and he grumbled and turned around. You lowered your chin to look just in time for him to release onto the wheelbarrow and floor. Then he stood there with his broad back heaving as he looked around.

You closed your eyes again and opened them when you felt fabric on your inner thigh. He was wiping you off with the bottom of his shirt. His face and neck were blotched pink, and he had fixed his pants. He was looking at you, chest still heaving when his ears perked up at the distant sound of tires on gravel.

He quicky put your shorts back on and gathered you off the table, nestling you in the wheelbarrow once more. He swaddled you in the old blanket, now wet with his cum, and opened the garage before quickly wheeling you back to the shed.

He placed you in the corner where you had been, just in time for the truck to park. As he turned to leave the shed, you said “Tommy. Can you bring me some water?”

He hesitated then gave a short nod before locking the shed again behind him.

He came back later with a jar of water and a metal bucket. You were shivering in the corner when he came in. He set the bucket down next to you, then placed his hand on the crown of your head and gently moved his fingers as he looked around. Then he abruptly began to unbutton his shirt. He pulled you up from the corner to put the shirt on you. His chest was hairy and broad, and his entire torso was thick, just massive.

“Good Tommy,” you said as he finished putting the shirt on you.

He paused and left it unbuttoned. His eyes were big and brown. He held you by the sides, looking you up and down in the oversized shirt and Daisy dukes. Then he put you back where you were and locked the shed behind him.

The shirt was filthy, cumstained, and reeked of sweat, but it didn’t smell as bad as it should've. It didn't make you sick like it should've. When he left, you wrapped it tight around yourself, then looked in the bucket. There were apples.

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Johnny Slaughter X female Reader

Summary: You're living with the Sawyers and have a huge crush on Johnny. He gifts you a knife, and you decided to thank him personally.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to descriptions of slight non/con and cannibalism. Including unsafe sex and chances of pregnancy.

For those who don’t mind. I hope you enjoy. ❤️

Crushing hard

I was thinking about my current predicament as I lay in the Sawyer's guest bedroom on a creaky bed. 

Since the beginning of the old slaughterhouse's operations, my family has had close relationships with the sawyers. When we were on the verge of starvation, they introduced us to the greatness of cannibalism. And it has been a part of my life ever since my birth. Before I picked up my ABCs, my parents made sure I could skin a man. But recently, we ran into issues.

 

A victim of ours managed to flee. It lead to the horrible event of the cops raiding our farm. Only I was able to escape. Running to the sawyer's farm was the only thing I could do. In the dead of night, afraid, I banged on their front door.

 

They graciously accepted me with open arms. I'm free to remain as long as I need to. I made an effort to do my part to express my gratitude for their generosity. Killing came naturally to me; therefore, I always kept a freezer stocked. My only issue is, ironically, Johnny.

 

I have a massive crush on him. 

 

I’ve only met him a few times over the years, when we had big family dinners. But I was shy when I was younger and barely had the courage to talk to him. But I watched him from afar, admiring him, slowly hoping my crush would just fade. But since moving in, my crush has become full-blown.

 

Being older and more confident we often flirted and teased each other, but I have genuine feelings for him. He's the only thing that's stuck in my head right now. I'm constantly thinking about his muscles and his handsome, face. Even about his cock, I loved how it hardens in his jeans after he killed someone. I imagine what it looks like, how it would feel inside. God, it must be huge.

 

Recalling that time I observed Johnny hunt, I reached down, lifting up my dress, sliding my hands down my white panties, and lightly massage my clit. I remember sweat trickled down his tensed muscles as he flexed them when proceeding to slit that stupid girl's throat. He became soaked in her warm blood, taking off his shirt and wiping the blood from his face. Fuck, I rub my clit faster as I think back.

 

As I start moaning a little louder, I hear heavy footsteps come upstairs. I stopped my ministrations as I recognised who was walking into the room next to mine.

Very horny and sexually frustrated, I decided to be bold and visit him. Removing my hand from my underwear and fixing my appearance, I leave my room to knock at his door, waiting.

 “Come in!” He yells from inside.

 

I open the bedroom door; the only light source comes from a lamp on his nightstand. He’s shirtless on his bed, cleaning his knife collection. Sweet hell he’s hot.

“Hey Johnny, how’s your day been?” I ask politely, closing the door behind me and swiftly locking it.

 

I ran my eyes over the rest of his appearance. His hair is slicked back, jeans undone, and boots left at the end of the bed. “To fuckin’ busy,” he responds, picking up a knife and wiping it clean with a cloth. I move closer towards him, looking over at his knife collection.

A beautiful, dark red switch blade catches my eye. I pick it up, examining its beauty.

Johnny notices: “You can have that if you want; it's too small for me."

 

“You sure?” I ask, feeling giddy at a new knife. "Yeah, it suits you.” He gives me a charming smile. "A pretty knife for a pretty girl."

 

My heart thumps against my chest at the compliment. I sit down on the bed, in front of him. "Johnny, Can I give you something in return?"

He raises a single eyebrow at me in amusement. “And what would that be?"

It's now or never. 

 

I kiss him hard, biting his bottom lip. Drawing his delicious blood. He groans but kisses me back, smearing his blood against my lips. I pull away, licking up the blood dripping down to his chin. We pant heavily, staring at each other. His eyes look so vibrant and intense.

 

I climb over his body and sit in his lap, grinding into his hard cock. I push his shoulders back, holding him down as I grind against his clothed cock. He groans again, gripping my hips and pressing harder into me. "You little whore." I kiss him again, sucking on his bleeding lip.

 

"Fuck,” he whispers as I crawl back off him. I tug on his pants, wanting them off. He obliges, instantly pulling them off, revealing his hard cock and muscular legs.

He slowly strokes himself watching me undress. My aching clit throbs from the attention. I slowly peeled my panties down, teasing him. I skim my hands up my body, grabbing my dress and taking it off, exposing my breasts to him.

“Fuck ya’ got nice tits sweetheart.” He says releasing his cock as I climb back over his body.

Feeling up his abdominal muscles and pecks. I drag my hands back down to his cock. My knees are at his side as I grip his cock, admiring it. Bigger than I imagined, more veiny. I give it a small tug.

“Don’t be afraid, darlin’.” Johnny encourages thrusting into my hand. Excited, I start jerking him off, while my other goes down to rub my clit. He watches me with a wolfish grin, putting his hands behind his head and licking the smeared blood on his bottom lip.

 

I decide to give him a view, bending down and putting my ass in the air. I get closer to his thick cock, and I lick the tip, looking deeply into his eyes. His breathing speeds up as I lick up his pre-cum. Sucking his swollen tip like it was an icy pole.

He started pushing my head forward, wanting me to take his whole cock. But I stop to slap him. He groans as I slap his face again. He looks at me, pissed, like he wants to kill me.

 

I took his entire cock in my mouth and sucked him before he could do anything. 

 

“Fuck.” He moans out, throwing his head back and thrusting into my mouth. I massage his nuts as I test my gag reflex, trying to deep throat his cock. His grunts and groans make my cunt twitch, wanting to be filled.

 

I take his dick out of my mouth before he could cum. I move up, sitting my dripping pussy on top of his cock. Grinding my clit against his hardness. "Fuckin' cheeky slut." He slaps my ass hard, making me gasp.

 

"Put me inside you already." He demands pulling me down for a kiss. Our tongues wrestle as I lift my hips up, allowing him to line his cock up to my entrance. Moving back from the kiss, I slowly slide down on his dick. I go up and down trying to adjust, but it’s too much; he’s too big. Struggling, I sit still, hoping to adjust.

 

Johnny, sick of waiting, decides to grab me forcefully, bringing me down to his chest. Hugging my body while pounding me from below. “Takin’ too long." He grunts as I whimper; my pussy not used to a cock this large.

 

Taking his cock out, he flips us around into a new position. He sits up on his knees, pulling my hips closer, hovering over me and sliding back in. The bed squeaks and bangs against the wall as he continues his ruthlessness. "Shit, ya’ got such a tight pussy.” He groans holding my head down, pounding away.

I try to rub my aching clit , but he snatches my hand and holds it behind my back. He instead uses his other hand to rub my hard clit in tight, fast circles. I push my ass back into him, so close to cumming.

 

“I’m going to cum!” I squeeze my eyes and grip the sheets as I reach my peak, spazzing over his cock. “That’s it, baby. Such a good girl.” I shiver and moan. His thrusts getting more sloppy. Shit, I can’t risk him spilling in me.

 

"Please don't cum in me, Johnny!" I yell at him, but he just laughs and smacks my ass. "Too late, doll, you started this." He grunts. I whine gripping the sheets as his hot cum erupts into me.

 

I collapse when he pulls out, feeling exhausted and sore with a mix of satisfaction.

Of course he would cum in me; he always does what he wants, never caring about the consequences. 

 

“You could have gotten me pregnant, Johnny.” I remind him; he grabs a cigarette and lighter from his nightstand. Lighting it, he just shrugs his shoulders as he takes a drag. “You caused it, darlin'; all I did was give ya’ a knife.” He grins at me, blowing smoke in my face.

 

He sees my upset face and rolls his eyes. “Come here.” He wraps a strong arm around me. Letting me cuddle into his chest. 

“Hey Y/N.” I look up to see him grinning. “Wanna fuck again?”

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It’s been almost 1 year since I lost the love of my life. On October 23, 2022 an 18 yr old turned out Infront of my boyfriend while he was riding his motorcycle, causing him to crash into her. He died in surgery later that day due to a skull fracture, loss of blood, and his lung had completely separated from his heart. I saw him 5 minutes before hand. Told him “I love you, ride safe!” And then he was gone. May I add that his murderer received nothing for his murder. She was labeled completely at fault yet never received even a ticket. He was going the speed limit and had the complete right of way. He did nothing wrong. He never rode his bike in a way that would’ve endangered himself or others because he knew he had people he needed to get home to. He had ME he needed to get home to.

I miss him so much. I’m trying so hard to be okay but it’s getting harder and harder and I’m struggling. My mental health has never been great and this has only made it worse. He was the first person to make me feel safe and happy after so many people treated me horribly and abused me for so long.

I love and miss you Nathaniel Lee Stewart. I can’t wait till I can be up there with you.

With love, Grey.

#loss #coping with grief #loss of a loved one #I need help

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Notes/Housekeeping: I'm bringing this fic back to Tumblr after taking it down and deciding not to continue here. But as of 20/10/2022, this fic is officially coming back to Tumblr.

Fandom: The Hobbit

Summary: You notice that someone has been visiting you at night; things have moved and roses start appearing on your dresser. Your nightly visits with none other than Thorin Oakenshield start becoming more intense, passionate, and he is eager for you to return to Middle-earth and be his Queen. However, your abusive boyfriend Ryan stands in your way, intent on making your life hell. Will you and Thorin overcome all the obstacles to begin your new life together as King and Queen? And is your past with an abusive boyfriend the only challenge you now face in a new world? Your new friends and family help you uncover all your strength that you never realised you had. But will it be enough to fight away your past and the rising opposition of you becoming the Queen of Erebor?

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x fem!Reader, fem!Reader x original Male Character, Kili x Tauriel. 

Warnings: Physical and mental abuse, hospitalisation, smut, fluff, bad language, violence - more warnings will come as the story progresses. 

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CHAPTER 1

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CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 4

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First Time With The Slashers

Synopsis - Your first time with the slashers.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 5.3k.

[Caffeinate Me]

BUBBA SAWYER didn’t really understand what sex was. His sex education had been extremely limited and all he knew was that sex equaled a baby. The man hadn’t even had an erection in his waking life, so when he saw you showering and felt his cock harden and twitch through his trousers, he was very confused. What he did know though, was that he needed to relieve the pressure. He stood still, watching you through the crack in the doorway as he began to palm himself through his trousers. He couldn’t help the soft little whines that escaped his lips and had alerted you to his presence. “Bubba? Is that you?” You asked. Your voice had always been so angelic to Bubba, he almost came straight away. You wrapped the towel around your dripping wet body and opened the bathroom door, coming face-to-face with the giant. “Bubba?” You asked again, catching his attention and looking at his current position: his palm was still over his crotch area as his face, that was not hidden by his mask, flared bright red. He might not know much about sex, but he had a feeling that what he was doing was wrong. He whined again as he continued to move his palm over his erection forcing you to smirk at him. “Do you need some help Bubba?” You asked softly, motioning down to his cock. He tilted his head at you, showing his confusion. You smiled to yourself and grabbed his freehand, dragging him to your small bedroom at the end of the corridor. Bubba allowed you to lead him as thoughts filled his head: what were you doing? Were you not mad at him for peeping on you? Why were you taking him to your room? You shut the door behind him and slowly removed your towel from your body, watching intently for Bubba’s reaction. His eyes widened as he saw your tits come into view, his erection growing harder if that was even possible. He continued to palm his bulge and the softest whimpers fell from his lips.

You stepped out of the towel that had pooled at your feet and walked slowly over to Bubba, stopping just a few inches away from him. You dropped to your knees almost immediately, looking up at Bubba through strands of wet hair as you unbuckled his belt slowly. Bubba shifted uncomfortably as you moved his hand away from his cock and pulled his pants and boxers down. You looked down at his length to see how huge and thick it was before looking back up at him to look for any signs that he didn’t want this. When you saw the anticipation in his eyes, you slowly wrapped your mouth around his length. Despite how big his cock was, you were able to wrap your lips around his entire shaft, nose buried deep within the curls at the base. You flicked your tongue around the tip and up the slit earning a shiver from Bubba above you. As you began to suck methodically, Bubba’s hands found their way into your hair and he slowly began to thrust his hips into your face. Choked moans were slipping from his lips as you continued your movements around his cock, a dull ache in your jaw as you continued to suck wildly. You could feel his balls tighten as you swirled your tongue around his tip again and began to move away, not wanting him to cum just yet. 

“Did you like that, Bubba?” You asked lowly. He nodded in response, biting his bottom lip eagerly as you took his hand once more and led him to the bed. You pushed him down onto the bed softly so he lay on his back, pants still around his ankles. Without any warning, you climbed on top of him slicking your folds against his large thigh as you did. A soft whimper escaped from your lips at the contact and you could feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. Your folds were practically glistening as you began to rub the swollen, red head of his cock against your slit. Bubba let out another loud moan, his body practically shaking with anticipation. You lined the head of his cock up against your entrance and slowly sunk down inch by delicious inch. Bubba’s hands immediately gripped your waist desperately, holding you steady as you descended onto his length. His hands didn’t stay there for long, however, as his large hands came up to cup your tits as you slowly began to bounce. His cock was hitting that place inside of you that lit your body up like a firework and you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach already. “Oh Bubba,” you moaned, throwing your head back. You moved your hips tantalisingly and Bubba couldn’t help but stare at the way your breasts bounced as you moved. He was drooling unapologetically, biting his bottom lip so hard you were worried he was going to draw blood. “You’re so big, you know that? So fucking big,” you whimpered. You wanted to do nothing more than praise him, to let him know that he was making you feel good. 

Bubba let out a grunt in response, his hips jolting up as you continued to move. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as you continued to praise him. Your hands that lay flat on his chest as you steadied yourself turned into fists in his shirt as you felt your release near. Hushed moans left your lips as you continued to bounce, eyes rolling back into your head. “Bubba! I’m cumming!” You cried out, legs beginning to shake as your orgasm washed over you. You squirted over Bubba, his eyes widening as the clear liquid gushed out of you and almost immediately - as he felt your walls tighten around his cock - he let out a wail, his hips stuttering as cum spurted out his tip deep inside of you. His grip on your tits tightened enough to leave finger-tip bruise marks in the coming hours, but you didn’t care as you continued to roll your hips drawing out every last bit of cum from his cock as you could. When you were sure his orgasm was over, you rolled off of Bubba and lay flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You knew that the family would have heard your antics and knew that tomorrow you would be in for a lecture from Luda Mae but you just wanted to savour the moment. You looked at Bubba and smiled softly, your eyes glistening with tears from the post-orgasm bliss. “Are you okay Bubba?” You asked. He looked at you and nodded in reply, continuing to stare at you. “We should do that again at some point, don’t you think?” Another nod. “I think you’re really sweet Bubba,” you said and with that, you closed your eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. Bubba watched you sleeping, his heart pounding in his chest as his mind replayed what just happened before he felt his own eyes getting heavy, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. It wasn’t long before he fell to sleep, dreaming of nothing but your body underneath him, and boy would he surprise you in the morning.

MICHAEL MYERS wasn’t one for sex, or even masturbating, until he met you. He got hard sometimes, mainly after waking up, but never took care of it. It never really became a problem, until he met you. The morning after your first nightly stay over at the empty Myers home, you had woken up to feel Michael’s raging erection pressed firmly against your arse. He stirred as you woke up, thrusting his hips lightly against yours to gain some friction. You smiled to yourself as he continuously moved his hips, digging himself further into you. You decided to slowly turn around to face him. Michaels mask was still on despite him sleeping. You sunk down to his crotch and began to unbutton his overalls, being extra careful not to wake him up just yet. You pulled his cock out of his underwear and saw that he was already leaking pre-cum at the tip, causing you to lick your lips in excitement. You slowly lowered your mouth onto him, and with that Michael shot up. His hands made their way to your hair as he tried to drag you off of him, confusion lacing his face under his mask as he watched you take his length further into your mouth. You shook your head and pulled off of him for a second, “relax Michael, it’ll feel good, I promise.” Michael’s grip on your hair loosened as you popped your lips around his cock once more. He let out a groan as your tongue sweeped his tip and his grip on your hair tightened once more. You stayed like that for another minute, sucking on his cock before Michael moved you up to his mask by your hair. “Ow Michael,” you whimpered and attempted to grab the hands wrapped around your strands of hair. Michael let go and shifted his weight so he was on top of you now, pulling down your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread out before him, ready to be taken. Michael had never thought he would end up in this situation, but it excited him nonetheless. He slicked his tip up against your sopping folds and shuddered at the feeling of your warmth before sinking himself into you. You let out a loud moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Michael wasted no time and began his movements immediately, not giving you time to adjust to his length. His thrusts were sloppy and it was clear that this was his first time, not that you cared. His cock was stretching you so deliciously that you could barely think about anything but the dick that was currently inside your tight cunt. 

You could hear Michael’s shaky breaths from beneath his mask with each thrust and it only made you whimper even more. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he continued his brutal movements. One of his hands flew up to your neck, squeezing it lightly. He was being extremely careful not to hurt you in this moment, no matter how much he wanted too. He wanted to choke you until you were passed out, but he wanted to keep hearing the noises that fell from your lips. It was such a sweet symphony. “Michael,” you choked slightly, tears welling in the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure you were feeling. “Am so fucking close Michael, please,” you cried out. You dropped a hand from around his neck and began to circle your clit desperately, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was then that Michael’s grip around your throat tightened as your walls contracted around him and even though he was unsure of what was happening, he continued his relentless thrusts. Before you could even choke out that you were cumming, you came and hard around Michael’s cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you gushed harder than you ever had before. Michael looked down to see his overalls covered in your juices and tilted his head in confusion, but again, his movements didn’t falter. He was close to his own release and you knew it from how his cock was twitching inside of you. “It’s okay Michael, it’s okay,” you whispered to him, tears now falling from your eyes. He was beginning to overstimulate you now. His second hand flew to your throat so he was choking you with both hands now, barely keeping himself up as he thrusted inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you felt a second release nearing, whimpers shamelessly falling from your lips. “I’m going to cum again Michael, come with me, please!” You begged. 

Michael nodded slightly as his movements sped up, which you didn’t even think was possible. He was fucking you with everything he had now. Within a few more moments, the two of you were cumming together. Your vision spotted as Michael painted your insides with his seed, his hips stuttering and jolting as you felt him shoot his load deep inside of you. And then, his hands removed from your throat and he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. “Michael, you’re crushing me,” you chuckled, tapping his shoulder. Michael nodded and rolled off of you. You had no doubt he was sweating underneath his mask from your activities. You stood up and grabbed your underwear and shorts from the floor before turning to your lover. “You should shower Michael. I’ll make myself something to eat while you do.” Michael nodded and watched as you left the room and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some food. You smiled to yourself as you went about your day and Michael continued to think about the way your face contorted into one of pleasure as he fucked you. When he came home from his nightly killings, he would be sure to give you another good seeing too.

COREY CUNNINGHAM was depraved when it came to you. Out of everyone, Corey is the most knowledgeable about sex although he had never had it before. He was a frequent masturbator though. Stroking his cock every night to lewd thoughts of you; your voice, your face, your body. He would pump his cock to pictures you had posted on social media, admiring your eyes and lips whilst wondering how you would look underneath him, completely fucked out. So one day, when Corey’s family weren’t home, he wasted no time in texting you and ordering you to drop whatever it was you were doing to come and see him. Within fifteen minutes you were at his door, knocking politely. Almost immediately Corey was on top of you, pulling you into his home and pressing your back firmly against the door. His lips kissed yours passionately, hands roaming your body and grabbing at your tits. “Corey,” you whimpered. “Where has this come from?” You asked. 

“Sick of masturbating,” he groaned, pulling away from your lips to stare into your eyes. “Need to have you.” His voice held so much desperation that you didn’t even think about any of the consequences that came with having sex for the first time.

Corey’s hand dropped to yours and he dragged you up the stairs to his bedroom. Of course, you had been in his bedroom countless times. You would cuddle in his bed and watch television, you had even stayed over a handful of times (without his family’s knowledge). The second you stepped foot into his room, Corey had you pushed against the wall. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh that separated him from your jugular vein. You let out a soft noise, one that was comparable to a whimper as his hands continued to roam your body. His need became your need, and soon you were pushing him off you to remove your shirt, throwing it across the room to find later. Corey’s eyes widened as he saw your bra-covered breasts and immediately began to grope them, pulling  your bra down in the process to pinch your nipples. He attached his lips to your neck once more, trailing down to your breasts. He was leaving love bites in his wake, ones that you knew would become purple and bruised. His lips wrapped around your right nipple as his hand played with your left, tweaking at your now puckered nipples. “Corey,” you whimpered, throwing your head back to rest against the door. 

He grinned against your breast before pulling away and looking up at you. His brown curly hair covered his eyes slightly but you could still see them and see the desire that burned in them. “Feel good baby?” He asked softly, tongue darting around your bud. You were unable to speak and just nodded in response, hands flying to his hair to push his face back against your tit. Corey chuckled and continued his assault on your nipple before turning his attention to the left one. When he was satisfied that your tits had had enough attention, he pulled you slowly to his bed, falling backwards and pulling you on top of him. You squealed softly and began to laugh before kissing him slowly. “I need you so badly,” he whispered, biting your bottom lip seductively. 

“I need you too,” you whispered breathlessly. 

Corey smiled and gripped your hips tightly as he stared into your eyes. “Do you want me?” He whispered softly. You nodded, but he shook his head and sighed. “I need to hear you say it.” 

“I want you, Corey,” you whispered softly, embarrassment evident in your voice. 

“Good girl,” he whispered back. He flipped you over so you were now underneath him, licking his lips as watched your expression change to one of surprise. He tugged your trousers down and grinned at your lace underwear. “Were you expecting this?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You didn’t reply, instead you just nodded shyly and watched as Corey kissed down your chest and to the start of your underwear. He stopped and looked up at you, looking for signs of hesitation. When he found none, he slowly pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. You squirmed lightly underneath Corey’s gaze as his fingers trailed down your wet slit. You jumped at the sudden contact but before you could protest, he slipped a finger inside of your tight hole. You let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as his finger began to move inside of you slowly. He added a second finger quickly and watched as you bit your bottom lip to suppress your whimpers. “Let it out baby, no one can hear us.” You nodded and let out a loud moan as Corey curled his fingers inside of you. “Got to get you ready for me baby,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement and gripped the sheets as he continued to plough his fingers into you at a rapid pace. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Corey’s gaze lingered on your cunt, admiring how you sucked in his fingers. “God baby, your pussy is so greedy.” 

You whimpered in response, squirming lightly as his fingers continued to move inside of you. Your hips moved automatically, almost as if you were riding his fingers, desperate to get yourself off. You felt your orgasm coming close and you attempted to close your legs. “Corey, no. Stop. I’m going to cum!” 

“Cum for me baby,” he growled, speeding his fingers movements up. You nodded and immediately came over his fingers with a shameless moan. Corey’s eyes seemingly sparkled as he watched you, biting his bottom lip as he felt your cunt clench around his two fingers. When you had finished cumming, Corey pulled out his fingers with a pop and licked them seductively whilst maintaining eye contact. You screwed your eyes shut tight to avoid any further embarrassment, but Corey grasped your chin forcing you to open your eyes open. “Look at me, princess.” 

You nodded and looked directly into Corey’s eyes as he shimmied his pants and underwear down. His cock was huge and his tip was bright red, it looked hot to the touch. “Let me repay the favour,” you whispered softly, looking down at his crotch area. 

Corey shook his head. “No princess. Perhaps another time, right now I want to be inside of you.” 

You nodded in response and lay back on the bed, waiting for Corey to make his next move. He climbed on top of you and smiled down at you, slicking his cock up between your folds as he lubricated himself with your juices. You were about to whine in response when suddenly he shoved himself inside of you without warning. You let out a screech as he penetrated your walls, now balls deep inside of you. “Give me a second Corey,” you whimpered out, nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to his length. He nodded in response and gave you a few seconds before moving slowly. At first, his pace was methodical and slow, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you clenching around him. Corey’s mouth hung open as he began to fuck you harder and faster, a bit of drool collecting at the side of his mouth. Your pussy felt so good around him, he couldn’t help himself. You were a whining mess as he continued his movements, desperate to feel more of him. “Faster please,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip. Corey nodded and complied, his pace becoming rougher and less calculated. The moans tumbled past your lips, and your legs wrapped around his waist, angling himself deeper into you and hitting just the right spot. “Oh God. I’m cumming again,” you cried out, legs shaking violently as you came over his cock. 

“Good girl,” Corey whispered into your ear, his face dipping to your neck and peppering it with soft, feather-like kisses. “Gonna cum too baby. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, please!” You begged shamelessly. 

Corey nodded slightly and without any hesitation or thoughts about the consequences, he came inside of you with jagged thrusts. You whimpered as you felt him shoot inside of you and relaxed when he had finished. “That was incredible,” Corey whispered to you, pulling out of you and pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “Better than anything I’ve imagined.” 

You smiled softly at him and nodded, “I agree.” 

“Do you want to stay the night? My family won’t be back until the evening tomorrow,” Corey asked sheepishly, almost as if he hadn’t just fucked the life out of you. You nodded and chuckled at his nervousness, easing him slightly. His eyes turned slightly dark as you nodded and he whispered in your ear “you’re in for a long night.” You gulped and blushed at his words, realising what he meant. He’d be having you screaming his name again and again if he had anything to say about it.

JASON VOORHEES knew nothing about sex other than it was bad, or so, that’s what his mother had taught him. Jason had never experienced an erection or thought about anything sexual in all his life, so when he met you his life was turned upside down. For a few months, you respected his boundaries of no sex. You masturbated to yourself when he was out of the cabin, thinking of all the things you would do to him if he’d just let you. Then, as time moved on, you got more and more daring. You would masturbate in the bathroom or your shared bedroom when he was home, just hoping he’d hear you and sort you out. Alas, it never came. Instead you were barely reaching an orgasm due to your fingers being unable to reach that special place and left confused as to why Jason didn’t want you until one day you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You puffed up your chest and walked into the kitchen where Jason was standing, sharpening his machete. “Why don’t you want me Jason?” You asked loudly, almost confidently. Jason’s head flew in your direction and he cocked it to the side as if asking you what you meant. You wiped some tears away from your eyes. Seeing you so emotion definitely did something to Jason as he dropped his machete straight to the floor and rushed over to you, holding you in his arms tightly. 

What do you mean? What’s wrong? He signed. 

“Why won’t you have sex with me? It’s been months and nothing. You won’t even touch me,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. Jason tilted his head further to the side, his heart clenching in his chest. Truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about how he would initiate a further intimate relationship with you. This was all new to him. You sighed and slumped against his chest, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “Am I not sexy enough for you? Is that it?” You asked. You knew in your heart that that wasn’t the reason, but you still had to ask. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pressure you and I don’t mean too… I just, I want to know why.” Jason looked at you through his hockey mask. He admired your current saddened facial expression and lifted a giant hand up to your face, using his thumb to wipe your tears before signing back to you. 

I have never thought about sex. I am unsure how to initiate such a situation regardless of whether I want it or not. 

You felt your heart tighten. Was he really as clueless as you thought he was when it came to making love? It appeared so. You smiled at him softly, ignoring the remaining tears that stained your cheeks. “If you want to try it, it would make my day,” you whispered softly. 

You really want to have sex? With me? He signed. You only nodded in response, grabbing his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom inside the cabin. Jason followed apprehensively and watched you intensely as you shut the door behind him. You closed the open windows of your bedroom so passers-by wouldn’t hear you before slowly stripping off. Jason was about to sign something to you when his eyes suddenly trailed down to your breasts, almost popping out of his skull. Sure he had seen breasts before, but none of them stirred a feeling inside of him like what he was feeling now. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers as your hand grazed your tits, pulling at your perky nipples. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Jason’s reaction, his body stiffening as his eyes remained focused. 

“Do you like what you see Jason?” You whispered seductively, hands trailing down your body and resting between your legs. Jason nodded as your finger circled your clit slowly, eyes never leaving his form. You let out a soft whimper as the first jolt of electricity shot up your body. “Do you want me baby?” You whispered, fingers working expertly on your bundle of nerves. Jason hesitated but eventually nodded. You walked up to him, still circling your clit and placed your free hand on his chest. Jason gulped and placed his hand on top of yours as his eyes narrowed to between your legs. You smiled gently at him and moved your hand from your clit to his, guiding him to your folds slowly. Jason was still apprehensive as his fingers touched your heat, skimming across your slit. He winced as you guided him to your clit but began to move his fingers in slow motions around your bud. You let out a whimper, one that Jason had never heard come from anybody’s lips. It did something to him. Something awoke in him so primal, he never even expected it. Jason pushed you flat against the door, his eyes boring into your own. “Jason!” You called out in surprise. He, once again, tilted his head to the side and smiled to himself slightly underneath the hockey mask. You grinned as he plunged a meaty finger deep into your core, slowly moving it in and out and blissfully watching your reactions. You squirmed lightly in pleasure as Jason’s finger sped up its pace, hand bumping against you as he did. You called out his name again, silently begging for an extra finger to be added. As if able to read your mind, Jason inserted a second finger stretching you. You could see the outline of his cock through his pants and it was huge. You had the cliche thought of if it would even fit inside your tight tiny hole. Sensing your uncertainty, Jason used his free hand to cup your chin, forcing you to look into the eye holes of his mask. You bit your bottom lip and moaned as he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and manhandled you to the bed, effortlessly throwing you onto it. 

You looked up at him in surprise and watched as he unbuckled his belt quickly, almost as if he was eager to take you. You smiled at him as he pulled his cock out of his underwear. “Jason,” you gasped, mouth watering. “You’re so big Jason.” Jason seemed proud of himself as he grabbed your hand and guided you to his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and began to fist him slowly. He let out a soft little noise and looked down to watch you jerk him off. Biting your bottom lip again, you quickened your pace watching the giant fall apart above you. When you pulled away, Jason whined. “Don’t want you cumming just yet baby,” you whispered softly to him. 

He shrugged and positioned himself on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance. Without warning, he slowly inched himself in and watched as your face contorted with pleasure at the sudden stretch. Not even his large fingers could prepare you for his cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began his movements, slow and careful. You could tell he was concentrating on his movements from the way his mask furrowed. Jason’s hands were on either side of your head as he propped himself up, thrusting into you slowly. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as the force of his thrusts had you bouncing away from him. “Oh God Jason,” you whimpered. You scrunched your eyes shut as you let yourself succumb to the bliss you were feeling. Jason let out a grunt as his hips snapped against yours, his pace quickening with his newfound confidence. Your reactions were sending a jolt through his body and the feeling of your walls around his cock was too much. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was going to cum soon, but you wanted to cum too. You dropped a hand to your clit and desperately began to circle. It wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach tighten… You were going to cum. You continued your movements as Jason continued to smash into you at an unruly pace and suddenly your legs began to shake. “Jason. I’m cumming!” You cried out. Without another word you gushed over his stomach and thighs, Jason’s eyes widened as he watched the fluid drip from you. The sight of your orgasm and the fluttering of your cunt around him sent Jason into a frenzy and before he even knew what was happening, he was cumming himself, shooting his thick load into your womb. He collapsed on top of you, squishing you slightly until you tapped his shoulder alerting him that you were finding it difficult to breathe. Almost immediately he rolled off of you, laying on his side as he watched his cum leak out of you. You were breathing heavily, catching your breath as your vision came back. Following Jason’s gaze between your legs, you chuckled. “You filled me up really good baby,” you cooed, playing with his shoulder. He seemed proud of himself as he puffed out his chest. “I’m going to go for a nap,” you whispered softly. Jason nodded in response, watching as you closed your eyes. Soon enough, you nodded off and Jason was left alone with his thoughts. He felt dirty, but he wanted to do it again. He felt his cock hardening once more as you turned away from him, your ass clearly visible to him. He wondered if you could go again. Should he wake you up or wait? Either way, you were going to get his cock when you woke up. 

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october needs to come faster so i can get my yearly taste of the juicest most explicit gut wrenching god appalling slasher smut that would make the devil himself blush

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texan nights.

thomas hewitt x fem!reader | sfw | fluff and confessions (sorta)

a/n: this is another character i write, but i don’t have as much experience with it as i do billy. either way, i love a big sweet boy.

thomas was not supposed to be out this late.

luda mae always told him his rest was very important, especially for such a big guy like him. he had important things to do during the day, things that required having a full night’s sleep and an abundance of energy. he didn’t ever disobey the rules, because they were there for a good reason. they were there because they benefitted him, he thought, they were for his best interest.

but you were the same way. from the day he saw you at the slaughterhouse, to the last day he was there and being yanked out, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. during hunts, during household chores, during the warm texas nights- it was you. he had never really experienced love before, but from all the stories he had skimmed through, he wanted it. or, he wanted something like it. he didn’t think he’d ever be like a normal man, but he wished he could at least feel what it was like to be somewhat average. just an average guy, with a woman he was so desperately in love with.

that’s why he was here. he was out past his curfew, listening to the crickets sing and watching the fireflies buzz around his head. he was just out past the property lines of his home, waiting.

when the slaughterhouse had shut down, you had given him your phone number and address. you two had become good friends while working there, and not having a place to meet up anymore was a little heartbreaking. he hadn’t ever really talked to you, obviously, but you had taken a liking to the strong, silent man. he enjoyed listening to you ramble, despite how brooding he looked while you did it.

you two had developed a routine. he’d wait until everyone was asleep, and sneak to the landline to give you a call. when you answered, and heard his breathing over the receiver, or sometimes a low grumble coming from his chest, you’d know it was him. the first few times it was hard to communicate. but, you got used to it, and with lots of work you managed to figure out how to get to his place, so you could have these little rendezvous.

tommy looked up when he heard your car. it was as quiet as could be along the dirt roads, and the lights had been turned off to keep suspicion low. you didn’t know why he had to sneak around, but you respected his wishes. you slid up beside him, parking a few feet away and hopping out of your car.

“hey! i hope i didn’t keep you waiting long, it’s a pretty chilly night out. you shoulda grabbed a sweater or something!” you spoke as you neared where he sat on a patch of grass. he gazed up at you.

you looked so pretty to him. he was much bigger, much rougher around the edges. he was so much different than you were. despite all this, he had tried to clean up the best he could. he had washed real good before bed, and had scrubbed his mask the best he could too. he had tied his hair up and out of his face. you always said you liked his eyes, and anything he liked he wanted you to have. he had even cleaned underneath his fingernails, just to make sure no dirt got anywhere on you. you weren’t dirty like him. you weren’t always covered in blood, digging through corpses and peeling skin off of cadavers. you were pristine in comparison to him, and he wanted to keep it that way.

you stepped up in front of him. his head was at the same height as your stomach, and he had to crane his neck for once to look at you. your smile shone in the moonlight. it was like twinkling stars. he reached up, grabbing at your hand and tugging you down into his lap, his arms immediately wrapping around your middle. he nestled into the top of your head and your hair, a content rumble coming from his chest.

“did you miss me?” you asked. he nodded wordlessly, running his hands up and down your sides. sometimes, after going awhile without seeing you like this, he took the time to track all of your details over again. he committed every nook and cranny to memory, so that when he was alone he could dream of you. even now, as you were pressed so closely to his body, he wondered if it was all a dream. maybe he was back home, and soon would hear the birds singing and the family begin to stir. “what’re you thinking about?”

your voice cut through his thoughts, and he pulled his head back so he could look down at you. the way you met his gaze, so gentle and sweet. he had to look away yet again, turning his head to stare off at some unimportant blade of grass. he wasn’t used to all this, you thought. he wasn’t used to being cared for and touched, at least not in this way. you weren’t his family, you weren’t roughhousing with him or tugging his hair to tease. you were being sweet. gentle. everything he knew you were.

he looked back down at you, studying each little detail of your face. the darkness obscured some of it, hiding away some of the finer features, but he knew how to fill in the blanks himself. he had much practice.

you leaned yourself against his chest, resting your head in the crook of his neck. your breath tickled his skin and made him whimper slightly. he hoped you hadn’t heard. the sound of the texan night was loud enough that maybe it had been drowned out. the way you giggled made him doubt this idea, though.

“hey, tommy? can i ask you something?” you pulled back enough that you could see his face yet again. he stared down at you with such intensity. he couldn’t fathom what you’d want to ask him. he didn’t know much, education never being something he cared for, and it’s not like he could answer with a long, eloquent response. he nodded slow, barely moving. “do you… um… do you like me?”

he nodded immediately, almost bewildered by such a question. was he not out passed curfew for you? was he not sitting out of his own comfort zone in the night, holding you to his chest, barely able to contain himself from squeezing you until you popped? how could you think he didn’t like you?

this must have all shown on his face, because you shook your head. “no, no, i mean… do you… ugh, this is so childish, but- do you like like me?” tommy still wasn’t following. his head tilted to the side in confusion, eyes boring down into you. you huffed, wishing he’d understand. you clarified, yet again, by saying, “tommy, do you like me the way a boyfriend would like a girlfriend?”

ah, now he understood. it made his face go hot immediately, and you could feel him shift awkwardly underneath your weight. he started glancing around again. usually he’d drop his head down so he could hide his face behind his hair, but he couldn’t with it tied up so nice. darn him for wanting to look like a gentleman for you! after some silence, he nodded. it was hesitant, but clear. it made you smile wide.

“i like you too,” you said, and he could barely take it. it was like he was just shot through the chest. it was the first of this kind of feeling for him. it was almost worrying. his heart was beating so fast, and his stomach was rolling around like a pig in mud. he was sweating too, despite the cool breeze rolling through the field.

“do you wanna kiss me?”

the question punched the air out of him. you could hear his breath hitch, and his head darted up immediately. he was staring through you, into you, as if to be looking for some sign this was all a sick joke you were playing. but it couldn’t be. you were you, you’d never play with him like that. no, that must’ve meant you were being serious…

tommy breathed in deep, before nodding again. he wanted you so bad. he had thought about this so many times. he had fantasized about what your lips would feel like against his. he wondered if you’d taste as sweet as you looked, or if maybe you were more of a well seasoned kind of woman. either way, he’d love it.

“can i kiss you now?” you asked, and he couldn’t hold back anymore. he pressed his lips to yours through the small hole in his mask. it was awkward at first, just a firm press of your lips together, and you hummed softly against him. you pulled away. he began to fret, wondering if he had messed up, but you just shook your head. “just follow my lead, okay?”

he watched you. you shut your eyes tight, hand pressing into the side of his face, before sliding around to the back of his head. he gasped, going to pull away, but you piped up, “i won’t look. i know how you feel about your face, but i promise i won’t look. not until you’re ready. i just wanna kiss you. properly.”

he sighed shakily, before nodding and helping you unbuckle his mask. it slid off and into your lap, and soon your lips were pressed soft against his. it was much better this way. you were so soft, so gentle, so caring in the way you guided him. your hands held his shoulders while you kissed him, so slow at first, but soon picking up a bit. a tongue darted out across his lips, and he gasped, allowing you to slip your tongue past his teeth. he was so happy he had brushed extra good today, because the way your tongue danced against his let him taste you just how he wanted. you were like a dessert in paradise, you were like the forbidden fruit, you were so tasty.

he pulled you closer by the hips, arms coiling around your middle and holding you in place as he licked into your mouth. it made you moan. he wanted you to make that noise again and again and again… he was learning quick. he bit at your lips, sucked on your tongue, pulled away occasionally to nip at your jawline and neck - he did everything he could to make you make those delectable noises. it was a song he never wanted to end.

he glided his mouth down your jaw and to your throat, sinking his teeth into the soft skin there. it made you gasp his name. the words sent a shock through his body, a feeling he couldn’t explain. it just made him squirm, hearing you call to him like that. it made him bite more, and suck along your skin, and purr low in his chest in pleasure. he was so happy to see you coming unravelled just for him. you were all his.

his lips travelled lower and lower, now in between your breasts, kissing over the exposed skin. your hand tangled in the hair at the base of his neck, pressing his face deeper into your flesh. you gasped and writhed on his lap. you were two slugs, intertwined. he thought that was so romantic. he sucked your skin into his mouth and bit at what he could, and your sounds only got louder, higher, sweeter, and then-

“tommy!”

thomas darted up from his bed, sweaty and flushed, body shaking slightly. his eyes darted around, finding he was in the familiar confines of his room back home. it made him feel sick, almost. you had been right there, right in his grasp, and right through his fingers you swept.

he dropped back down against his mattress, a heavy breath escaping him out of frustration. every day since the slaughterhouse closed, he had had these dreams of you. he wanted to see you again. he needed to. you were everything he wanted.

“tommy, c’mon, big guy, we gotta get to work,” hoyt hissed in the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest.

tommy gave an unenthusiastic thumbs up, and it was enough of a response that hoyt walked out of the doorway and to wherever luda mae needed him to be. tommy stayed there for just a moment, trying to gather the remnants of his dreams back into his arms to no avail.

soon, he gave up, slinking out of bed to go get ready for the day. another day of chores, and another day of wishing you were in his arms.