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creepswrites · 11 months

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Dear, writter

May i've a request for Thomas hewitt, Bubba Sawyer,bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, and Vince Sinclair, With a hot wife fem reader, I want to see their life being a father to a hot fem reader. Because that is my dream. 💫Fluff💫

Please.... Your writing is so gorgeous 💋💋 master 🌹🌹🌹

Thank you so much

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SLASHERS with a F! S/O who is their hot wife

THOMAS HEWITT

Everyone in town was shocked when you and Thomas got married

Thomas included but he never said anything about it

His family thought you were way out of his league, Hoyt was never afraid to comment on this to your face

But you love Thomas, he was a good man

So when he'd finally, finally, proposed to you, of course you'd said yes

When he found out you were having his child? He was over the moon

Luda May was almost as overjoyed, already making arrangements for the baby's room, making clothes, etc

She couldn't wait to be a grandmother and Thomas couldn't wait to be a father

When the baby's due date was getting closer, you could tell Thomas was nervous about if the baby would come out looking like him

But you reassured him that, no matter what your baby looked like, you would love it the same way you loved him

He was good with the baby, so gentle and patient, always happy to help when it cried

If Hoyt ever tried to give either of you a hard time, Thomas actually violently defended you, sometimes tossing Hoyt across the room with one arm

He'd never let anything hurt you or your baby

BUBBA SAWYER

Like Thomas, everyone was surprised when you and Bubba got married

Though his family were far more excited about it! After all, their brother was quite the catch

You got along well with his family even before you moved in, with Chop Top and Nubbins always commenting to Bubba how lucky he was to have such a hot wife

It always made your husband get all flustered, babbling soft nonsense. He was cute

When you got pregnant, Bubba and the Sawyer family were over the moon

Family was extremely important to them and they were happy for you and Bubba

When Nubbins made a very ugly little hat for the baby, you accepted it but told him gently it'd be too big for their head but that you'd grow into it. He was excited about that prospect

Chop Top and Drayton helped Bubba set up the nursery so you could just relax

And when the baby was born, Bubba was so scared of holding something so fragile and precious

But you helped him, guiding his arms to hold the baby, and he was in shock and awe

He'd never thought he'd get married, much less to someone as gorgeous as you, and have a child together

Bubba was a nervous father, usually letting your kid get away with anything so you had to be the rule-setter when it came to the kid

His brothers were menaces when it came to babysitting their niece or nephew

But both you and Bubba were happy. He'd protect you both, no matter what

BO SINCLAIR

Honestly? This was a major win in Bo's mind

If you think he doesn't show off for you, you're wrong. That man takes every opportunity to

He also definitely flexed to his brothers about scoring the hottest wife ever

Of course, his brothers were very nice and respectful with you, though Bo wouldn't let them be too friendly

He's got a jealousy streak

Whenever visitors arrive to Ambrose, he's always got his arm around you or bragging about you when you're not around

He's whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger

But when you tell him your pregnant, you're shocked at how scared he becomes

Of course, he doesn't show it visibly, but you know your husband and you can tell when he's nervous about something

Eventually, when he starts trying to pull away from you, you corner him and make him talk

Some yelling and fighting ensues but he caves, confessing he's scared he wouldn't be a good father. I mean, he didn't exactly have the best role model and he didn't want you or your babies to suffer for it

But you reminded him you were in this together and he'd relax a little

You had twins, because of course you did, but this only seemed to make Bo all the more anxious

He didn't exactly... know what to do with a baby? He'd never really been around infants so he's looking to you for help on this one

When they're a bit older though, he'll let them hang out in the auto shop with him when he works

One day you come home to find him asleep on the couch with the twins curled up on his chest and you just melt

He's a good dad and a good husband

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Vincent was shocked you'd said yes when he proposed

He didn't consider himself attractive in the slightest but you said yes?!

I mean, you were stunning, he'd stared at you constantly even when you were dating and it certainly didn't stop when you were married

Bo and Lester were definitely jealous, teasing him to see him get flustered over how lucky he was

Unlike Bo, when he found out you were pregnant, he was excited

Nervous, absolutely, but everyone is nervous when they're having their first kid

He's so wary for you though, nearly had you on bedrest the entire pregnancy because he feared the worst

One time he caught you standing on a chair to reach something and he nearly had a conniption

But the twins came - because of course they were twins - and were healthy and beautiful

Vincent is so gentle with them, like they're the most precious things in the world to them

He makes little wax sculptures for their room to decorate it

Definitely encourages and supports creative hobbies for the kids! He gets them finger paints and crayons and the like

You've woken up in the night because of the babies crying but Vincent is already up, ready to help

Vincent's mastered carrying them both with an arm each and its very cute

Sometimes you catch him holding one of the twins and humming softly to them as they sleep in his arms, just swaying together in the kitchen

You feel so lucky but he feels even luckier to have you and your kids

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester is by far the most... stable? So you'd been instantly drawn to that about him

He'd always get so flustered, bringing you flowers and blushing like a madman while you were dating

It took him the longest to propose to you though, he always felt like you were waaaay out of his league

Visitors came and would gawk at you and he'd feel a twinge of jealousy at the reminder that yeah, you could have anyone

But he did propose to you and you said yes because you wanted him, not anyone else

Neither of you had any shame in PDA, often holding hands or kissing in front of visitors

You lived with Lester and Jonesy in a little house on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by trees and very peaceful compared to the horrors of Ambrose

It had actually been Lester who suggested having a kid or two running around. After all, he had two older brothers so he was used to that business in a house with lots of people living in it

Over time, the two of you would have two kids, but they weren't twins

Lester was a good dad too! He was attentive and loving but he didn't let them get away with too much

He'd teach them how to shoot when they were a bit older because it was a fond memory he had with his own dad

Of course, Lester didn't have the best dad to draw comparison to

But at least he knew what not to do. Surely that counted for something?

You'd come home from working a short shift to find Lester and the kids playing in the backyard, running about with Jonesy as they played soccer

Both you and Lester would do anything for your kids and you knew he'd do anything for you

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kiss-theggoat · 10 months

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Would you write for Thomas Hewitt ?

A/N: I just recently watched this version and hubba hubba I’m in love with Mr Thomas Hewitt. I’ve only seen this one twice, so if some characters are out of character, I apologize! I hope you like it as much as I do bc this boy deserves better!

Bluebonnets

Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Summary: You and your friends stopped for gas in a rinky dink little town in Texas, but the Hewitt family thinks that you’d be perfect for their little Tommy.

TW: Violence and Gore, Death, Hoyt is a pervert, Cannibalism, Sort of Stockholm Syndrome, Ends with fluff

The sun beat down on your face as you laid your head back against the rough leather seat, deeply regretting the fact that you agreed to drive in a convertible through Texas in the middle of August. Your sweat broke through the barrier of sunblock, leaving your skin sticky and shiny, the humid wind doing absolutely nothing to cool you off.

“We’re almost outta gas!” Johnny yelled, his hand on Sue’s thigh. She rolled her eyes and scoffed at him. “I thought we gassed up in Austin!”

He shrugged. “We did. Getting bad gas mileage I guess!”

She groaned, throwing her head back in frustration. You were relieved to finally get out of the car and into some sort of building, hopefully with air conditioning. You sat in the back, squished against the side of the car by Tyler and Ginny making out, taking up almost the entire seat. You felt a little bit fifth-wheel-y, but you knew your friends would’ve given you so much shit if you refused to come.

Johnny pointed to a sign up ahead, faded and cracked from the relentless Texas sun. In light pink, what used to be red, the sign said, ‘GAS AND BARBECUE NEXT EXIT’. Johnny laughed, squeezing Sue’s thigh with a sweaty palm. “Barbecue, babe! Let’s go!”

Sue sighed. “Fine.” She turned to everyone in the back, and you saw that she was just as sweaty as you, tanned skin shining in the sunlight. “Everyone okay with stopping here.”

For some reason, this got on your nerves. You didn’t know if it was the fact that you’d been in the car for six hours or the fact that you were baking like a casserole in 100 degree weather. Or maybe it was the fact that everyone in the car was giving eachother fuck-me eyes, like a sick joke you weren’t apart if. And, on top of that, the last thing you wanted after being in 86 percent humidity was fucking barbecue. “Where the hell else are we going to stop? We’re in the middle of nowhere.”

Sue gave you a look before you were interrupted by Ginny. “Here’s fine, babe!” She smiled at Sue, her lips red and swollen from being absolutely ravished by her scrawny boyfriend. You crossed your arms and laid your head back down, trying your best to meditate your way out of this road trip.

You guess it worked because before you knew it, you were pulling into the run-down gas station, car switching off with an alarming squeal. You hopped out of the car, not bothering to talk to any of your friends, and went inside. Your stomach turned. Instead of the blissful air conditioning you were yearning for, you were smacked in the face by the putrid smell of rotting meat. Flies buzzed around your face, and you swore it was hotter in here than it was outside.

Looking around, there was a convenience store area, a case to your left with meat inside, and a little old lady sitting behind the counter. You took a deep, stabilizing breath. You were pissed and over this trip, but you knew better than to take it out on some poor unsuspecting stranger. You put on a smile and walked towards her, pulling your shorts further down your thighs. The old lady looked up at you and then back down at her book, before doing a double take. She took her glasses off, then gave you a small smile.

“Hi sweetie. What can I do for you?”

She’s nice, you thought. You liked when old ladies called you cute names. You smiled brighter at her, feeling relieved that one person was making you feel actual joy on this trip. “Hi, ma’am. Is there a bathroom here.”

“Yes, hun, it’s outside, around the side of the station.” She said, handing you a key ring. You tried not to let your face scrunch in disgust, but you were pretty sure there was a real rabbit's foot on this thing. You grabbed the key from her, avoiding the furry foot, and told her, “Thank you so much. My friends are also going to use the restroom so I’ll have this back in a few minutes.” She nodded at you, going back to her book.

You pushed the door open, actually relieved to be outside. You welcomed the smell of dust that Texas had gotten you used to instead of the rancid steaks. As you walked towards the bathroom, Sue grabbed your arm, making you jump. “What the hell is up with you?” She asked, staring at you accusingly.

You sighed, feeling better after your pleasant exchange with the old woman. “I’m sorry for being snippy. I’m just tired and hot and…done being in the car.” You said quietly, shaking her off to go towards the dilapidated bathroom.

“You can have the front seat from now on, you can actually feel the AC a little bit sometimes.” She said, following you.

You put the key in the door and twisted it. “It’s okay. The sun goes down in like…an hour and a half? It should cool down.” The moment the door swung open, you were hit with that same raunchy smell. You put a hand over your nose and grimaced, “It smells like this inside too…” you sighed, slowly walking into the single stall bathroom.

You couldn’t have pissed faster. You quickly washed up and nearly sprinted from the bathroom back towards the car, holding your face the entire time. The cheap soap from your hands also smelled bad, but compared to the smell of the bathroom, it was like the world's most expensive perfume. “Uhm…does anyone else need to use the bathroom? I have to return the key.”

Everyone shook their heads, but Johnny spoke up. “We’ll go with you. We’ll get food and pay for the gas.”

You nodded and opened the door to the station for everyone, watching in amusement as all of their faces twisted with disgust just as yours did when you first smelled it. The old lady looked up again, and instead of her smile she wore a sneer as she watched Johnny walk up to her. “We need twenty dollars on pump one.” He said, not looking at her and pulling out his wallet.

“We don’t have gas.” She said quickly and coldly, holding her book up in front of him. “Haven’t for a couple weeks.”

Johnny scoffed in disbelief, tossing his hands down on the counter. “So you’re the only gas station for 100 miles and you don’t have any gas?”

She shrugged, not answering.

“Well, when are you gonna have gas?” Ginny asked, also putting her hands on the counter.

“Could be a week. Maybe more.”

Johnny looked down in the case, noticing the green meat and flies swarming. “So no gas and I’m guessing…” he tapped aggressively on the glass. “No barbecue?”

The old lady took her glasses off again, irritated. “We got food.” She pointed behind your group to shelves of food that looked like it was from the 1940’s.

Johnny laughed, head rolling back. “You’ve got to be kidding me, lady! You have to take that sign down if everything is a fucking lie!”

You stepped forward, putting an arm in front of Johnny’s torso and pushing him away from the counter slightly. “I’m sorry ma’am. We’ll find somewhere else to go, thank you for your help and letting us use the restroom.” You said, sliding the key back over the counter. You felt bad for her. Obviously this town wasn’t a money pit, and maybe she did have a popular place before, but it looks like everything’s gone out of business. Maybe she’s barely surviving, the last thing she needs is five twenty-something year olds harassing her for things she can’t control.

She gave you her attention, unlike your friends. She smiled at you, grabbing the key back from you. “Thank you, young lady. You’re very polite. Maybe you could teach your friends there some manners.” She said, pointing to Johnny and Ginny with her glasses. Johnny scoffed and started to yell something, but you quickly yanked on his shoulder to usher them out of the building. You nodded at the woman with a smile before leaving. You bumped into Johnny’s back hard, wondering why the hell he stopped in front of you like that.

You moved out from behind him to see a cop. “Great, the old hag called the cops!” Johnny groaned, only shutting up when Sue rubbed his bicep. You never liked Johnny.

“We ain’t get no call folks. Came here for some refreshments.” The cop said, pointing to his badge. “And I ain’t just any cop. Sheriff. Sheriff Hoyt.”

Johnny sighed, nodding. “Okay, Sheriff. Where’s the nearest gas station? This dump doesn’t have gas.”

“It ain’t nice to disrespect someone’s business, boy.” The sheriff scowled, spitting black tobacco onto the concrete. You could feel your heart rate rising, you knew that Johnny was going to get you in trouble somehow. You looked around, finally seeing the sheriff’s cruiser parked behind the convertible. As you peered inside, you noticed a man sitting in the passenger seat. You couldn’t see him too well, but he was large, blocking up pretty much the entire window.

“It’s hardly a business. Pretty sure there’s botflies inside, could kill someone.” Johnny started to walk away, but the Sheriff stepped in front of him to block his path. “What’s your fucking problem?”

The sheriff stared into Johnny’s eyes, scowling. You could sense the tension, and decided you’d be the peace keeper of the day. “Sir…sir, we’re sorry. We’re just almost out of gas and we’ve been traveling for a long time.” You said, stepping towards the Sheriff.

His eyes raked over you, making you feel sort of icky. You wished you were wearing a winter coat, despite the heat. He spit again, a gross squelch breaking the silence. “Finally someone with some manners.”

Johnny laughed, “What the fuck is up with old people and manners?! Jesus Christ, we just need gas!” He yelled, shoving the Sheriff’s shoulder. You gasped, grabbing Johnny’s arm but in the blink of an eye, a revolver was being pointed at Johnny’s face. Everyone froze, staring at the firearm.

“Now are you gonna show some respect, boy? I’m the Sheriff of this town and I’m not gonna tolerate a group of hoodlums messin’ things up.” He said, voice hushed, almost a whisper.

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir. We’re leaving. Let’s go.” You moved towards the car, but the Sheriff stopped you.

“Y’all think you can just stroll into a town, cause trouble, and go?” He laughed, cocking the gun with a haunting click. “Tommy!” He yelled, turning his head towards the car. The door slowly opened and you watched as a mammoth of a man stepped out, dress shirt and apron giving him an even larger silhouette. He wore a mask with messy brown hair, broad shoulders slouched. Your heart skipped a beat. Wrong situation to think this, but the man was quite handsome. You’d always liked bigger men.

“Please sir…we don’t want any trouble. We’d just like to be on our way, we’ll leave and never come back.” You pleaded, hands out in front of you. Gravel crunched beneath the huge man’s feet as he walked towards your group. The sheriff turned to him. “Whadya think Tommy?” He asked with a cruel cackle.

The ringing of a bell made you turn back towards the station, and you saw the old lady standing there. She held her reading glasses, and pointed at you with them. Your heart dropped. What did this mean? You turned back to the sheriff, and he looked just as confused as you did. She scoffed at his confusion. She wanted to tell him something, but didn’t want you and your friends to hear it. She waddled over slowly, but Johnny had other ideas. He spun quickly, hitting the sheriff’s arm, but unfortunately, it didn’t cause him to drop the gun. Tyler started to run, Ginny tried to help Johnny, and Sue grabbed your arm. “Let’s go! We need to run!” She yelled.

Your ears rang at the close range of the gunshot, you fell to your knees, scraping them, and covered your ears with your hands. You heard a scream, immediately recognizing it as Sue. You turned around to see Johnny, laying on the dirt with blood pooling around him, a perfect bullet wound in the center of his forehead. You felt nauseous, but you couldn’t move. Looking up, you saw the smoking revolver gripped tight in the sheriff's hand, now focused on Sue. She was hunched over Johnny’a body, sobbing and screaming, the tears making trails of clean skin as they wiped away the thin layer of dust.

Somewhere to your right, another scream. Ginny. You saw the large man, who the Sheriff called Tommy, holding her up in the air on his shoulder. She banged against his chest with knees and hit his back with her fists, thrashing and screaming. On his other arm, he held the limp body of Tyler, blood dripping from his head and beading in the dust, tucked beneath his armpit. This man carried two grown adults effortlessly, his strength scared the hell out of you. You didn’t even see if he had a weapon, but he managed to take them both down.

You sat in terror. You wanted to run, but with a revolver focused on your head, what were your options. The old lady appeared on your left, hand touching the Sheriff’s shoulder. She leaned in to whisper, but you heard her.

“Don’t touch her. Keep her for Tommy.”

Keep her for Tommy? What the fuck did that mean? You stared up at them in fear and watched as he groaned, pointing the gun at Sue instead. She didn’t even look phased, too focused on her boyfriend’s dead body. Tommy loaded the other two into the back of the car, and then made his way back towards you. Tears welled in your eyes as he approached, his shadow looming over you and finally blocking you from the sun. As he got closer, you saw the detail in his face and clothes. He had pretty eyes and his hair looked soft, but his bloody clothes and tight leather mask contrasted the softness of the rest of him.

He grabbed your arm in a surprisingly soft grip, the only thing disconcerting about his touch was the slickness from the blood that he left on your skin. He pulled you towards the car, and it was obvious he wanted you to follow. The old woman put a hand on his shoulder and affectionately patted his chest, he leaned down to her level. She gave him a soft kiss on the cheek and told him, “She’s perfect for you, Tommy.”

You finally realized what was going on. They were setting you up with him, like you and your friends were on some sort of sick dating game. You stumbled as you followed him to the cop car, his head was down and his shoulders were slumped as he opened the front passenger side and moved aside. You looked up at him. He wanted you to get in, but he didn’t put you in the back like you thought he would, and for that, you were grateful. The last thing you wanted to do was sit beside the bleeding, passed out bodies of two of your friends.

You took a seat in the scalding car, body swaying with the force that he shut the door. He stood in front of the door as if keeping watch, like a prison guard. You stared in horror as the sheriff finally had enough with Sue, giving her the same fate as Johnny. She laid on his chest, her blood mixing with his as the sheriff walked away from their bodies. You were grateful you were far away from them, both because you didn’t want to see your best friend die, and your ears were still ringing from the first gunshot.

The sheriff entered the car, flashing you a creepy smirk before you felt Tommy enter the backseat. You stared out the window, definitely in shock and confused. Just twenty minutes ago the worst of your problems was having to pee on a road trip and now you just watched all of your friends either die or be brutally attacked by someone who is supposed to protect the community. You had a feeling he wasn’t a real sheriff, given the nature of the recent events.

You laid your head against the door. You hadn’t noticed how tired you were, but you guessed experiencing something like that would be hard on your body. Feeling fairly confident that they wouldn’t kill you, you drifted off to sleep as he drove who knows where.

You only woke up to the sound of a door slamming and you realized that it was dark outside. You had no idea where you were or how long you’d been driving, but you felt disgusting. Cheeks stiff with tears, nose running, mouth dry and eyes burning. Your door opened and you were being yanked out by the sheriff, who was much rougher with you than Tommy was. You winced at how tight he was holding you as he dragged you towards a fairly large country style home.

The door was kicked open and you saw the same old woman from the station holding a pot of food. “Finally, Charlie. Tommy had to help cook.” She scoffed, setting the pot down at the large dining room table, where an old man already sat.

“Dammit, Luda Mae, I told you! It’s Sheriff Hoyt! You hear me!” He yelled, hitting the wall with his free hand, making you jump. You were putting the pieces together. There was Hoyt, or Charlie apparently, Tommy, Luda Mae, and then this old man. They lived together, probably related.

You looked around, saw the table full of food, dusty knickknacks, bones hanging from the ceiling. It all felt like a sick mix of home and hell. The rugs and the quilts on the plush couches looked knit, and the lamps give the room a comforting glow. If you weren’t here under these circumstances, you might find this house cozy.

Hoyt forced you to the table, plopping you down across from the old man already seated. He tied your wrists to the chair with leather straps that were bolted in. Obviously, this wasn’t their first time offense. Your fingertips began to cool with how tight the leather was cinched, and you whimpered at the pain. Luda Mae sat next to the old man, smiling at you.

“Oh dear. The moment I saw you, I knew that my Thomas would like you. We’re so happy to have you here.” She sounded genuinely happy, and you couldn’t help feeling sorry for this family. You heard Hoyt bang in something and yell Tommy’s name, then a loud sliding sound. Thomas walked into the dining room and took a seat next to you, across from Luda Mae. Hoyt took the head of the table, standing over the pot with a giant ladle.

“Well thanks to this pretty lady…” he said, winking at you, warning a scoff from Luda Mae, “and all of her friends… we’ll have dinner for the next couple a’ weeks!” He grabbed Thomas’ bowl and dropped in a ladle full, then the same with Luda Mae’s. As he served you, you noticed large chunks of game-y looking meat inside of your stew. Surely he didn’t mean….

You stared in horror at your food, lips sealed shut in fear that you may vomit. Your mouth watered with the insatiable urge to throw up everywhere, and you felt a cold sweat break out on your forehead. You watched as everyone dug in, eating with a fervor that said they’d been starving for a month. They moaned in joy at the flavor of the food, occasionally complimenting Thomas or Luda Mae for the cooking. Only you and Thomas weren’t eating. He because he didn’t want to remove his mask in front of you, and you because you weren’t really on board with cannibalism.

“Don’t be ungrateful, boy. Eat your damn dinner!” Hoyt yelled, a cooked carrot flying from his mouth onto the table as he slammed his hand down. Thomas jumped and put his hands near his face, like he was expecting to be hit. Your heart ached for him. It was obvious he didn’t want to do this. He wasn’t evil like the rest of them, he was forced to do this. You watched him slowly unbuckle the leather strap of his mask and slide it off, revealing a scarred face, exposed nose cartilage and teeth, mangled jaw bones. You felt terrible watching him keep his face down, hair covering it. He was ashamed.

He picked up a spoon, but still didn’t eat. He just stirred the stew. Obviously you wouldn’t know this, but he didn’t want to eat in front of you, because eating was a little difficult for him. He was more prone to spilling food on himself or getting messy and spilling down his chin. Not exactly the way to impress your new date.

You swore that Hoyt was turning red with rage. “Dammit boy! Your momma made this dinner and you’re just gonna stare at it?!” He growled, slapping Thomas upside the head. Anger filled your chest as you watched Thomas cover his head, eyes clenched shut. What made you even angrier is that Luda Mae and the old man just sat there, eating like nothing was wrong.

“Don’t hit him.” You said. Your throat was hoarse, you haven't talked in a while.

“Fuck you say to me, girl?”

You looked Hoyt in the eyes. “I said…don’t hit him.”

He sneered and leaned over the table, knocking the spoon from his empty bowl. “Oh I see…Tommy needs his little girlfriend to defend him, huh? Listen here, you little bitch-“

“Hoyt, be kind to our guest.” Luda Mae said, eating the last of her potato. She looked over at you, and then at Thomas. She was happy that you stood up for him.

Hoyt laughed at her, shaking his head. “Pathetic.” He grumbled, throwing his bowl to the center of the table. “Neither of ya wanna eat dinner? Fine!” He walked over to Thomas and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, and with the other hand, he grabbed his mask. He slammed his mask hard against Thomas’s face, making him wince. “Ya can just go back to your little fuckin’ basement then.”

He walked over to you, roughly unstrapping your wrists. Blood flowed back into the white spots, and you knew it’d bruise. “And take your bitch with ya.” He growled, shoving you over towards Thomas. Thomas had just finished securing his mask, and he gently grabbed your sore wrist. You followed him while looking behind your back, staring spitefully at Hoyt, who shamelessly watched your ass as you walked away.

Thomas slid a huge wooden door out of the way and led you down a staircase. The basement smelled rancid, like stale metal and rotting meat. As you walked in, you knew why. Weapons hung from the ceiling, a workbench in the center of the room. Blood coated the entire floor, and some dropped steadily from the table, giving you the sound like a very messed up metronome. A bed in the corner called your name despite the stained mattress. It had no pillows, no sheets, no blankets. You looked at Thomas.

“You…sleep here?” You asked meekly and watched as he gave you a very tiny nod, looking at the bed. He led you over to it, and held your shoulders, sitting you down. He let you sit there for a second and then he walked away, going to sit in a chair on the other side of the room next to his work table. He wanted you to sleep in his bed, but he wasn’t going to?

Your chest swelled with the kindness of this poor man. A pure soul forced into the mud by his corrupt family. You stood up and took a step towards him. “I don’t want to take your bed. It’s yours.”

He shook his head and walked back to you, grabbing your shoulders again to sit you down. You gave in because the feeling of this stained, thin mattress was like heaven, despite the fact that you could feel the springs digging into your back as you laid down. You stared at him for a moment as he began to rummage through items on his shelf. Your eyes began to close, eyelids feeling like they had ten pound weights attached.

He turned around, holding something small and dainty in his large and veiny hands. He sat at your feet, a gentle hand placed on your ankle. You glanced down at him as he held out a dried Bluebonnet to you. You smiled softly and took it from him, feeling its soft stem and looking at its pretty periwinkle petals. “Thank you…” you mumbled sleepily.

You thought, just before you fell asleep, that there were two things in this basement that didn’t belong. Everything in this house was drenched in blood and fear and grime, this basement was disgusting and horrifying. But, in all of the terror, you had this beautiful Bluebell, a reminder of the open, sweet smelling fields of Texas, and even more pure, you had Thomas.

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hannibals-favourite-meal · 6 months

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.⋆｡Continuing The Bloodline｡⋆.

Thomas Hewitt x plus size reader

An incident with a dryer, a knitted hat and your mother-in-law’s prying questions leads to something great.

Warnings: ssmut, breeding kink, unprotected sex, size kink, slight reference to murder, fluff, cream pie, no prep

WC: 1.3k

Minors DNI

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Halloween Celebration

The rain had been relentless over the past week, constantly battering at the windows and providing a comforting white noise through the house. Hoyt had decided after the second straight day of downpour that he would hole up at the station, saying he needed space away from his brother and his ‘whore’ but you knew that it was because Luda Mae wouldn’t let him smoke in the house, even if the porch was temporarily out of commission from the rain.

You were honestly happy with the whole situation, given that most of your jobs involved being in the garden all day or helping down at the gas station and your husband spent most of his free time in the basement, you finally had the chance to just relax together.

You hummed as you pulled the laundry out of the dryer you somehow convinced the family to buy, placing each piece of clothing lovingly into your basket. “Oh no.” You muttered, picking up the pink beanie that you had knitted which had evidently ended up in the dryer by accident. It was now a quarter of the size it was when you had first made it with your mother-in-law’s assistance.

Sighing, you placed it at the top of the pile before propping the basket on your hip and making your way upstairs. “Y/N, is the laundry done?” The last step creaked as you stepped on it.

“Yes ma’am. Although I accidentally shrunk the hat we made.” You approached the older woman with the now tiny hat after putting the laundry basket down on the dining room table. Luda Mae smiled as softly as she could while taking it from your hands.

“Would ya look at that, it’s barely big enough for a baby.” She looked from the hat back up to you. “When are you and Thomas gonna give me some grandbabies, this would be perfect for them. You know you two have a duty to keep this family going.” Heat rushed to your cheeks at the thought of carrying Thomas’s baby.

It wasn’t uncommon for Luda Mae to suggest an expansion of the Hewitt family, especially since your wedding almost a year ago but you hadn’t seriously considered it until recently. Imagining your giant of a husband over you, pumping you full over and over again, forcing you to cum on his thick cock as he bred you- it was too much and if you thought about it for longer than a minute, you would soak your panties through.

You cleared your throat and awkwardly looked away. “We haven’t really talked about it. I’m not actually sure if Tommy even wants kids.” There was a pause, then the overwhelming presence of your husband appeared behind you. You glanced over your shoulder and met his wide blue eyes.

Luda Mae smirked as Thomas snatched the hat from her hand, not even bothering to berate him for being rude. You opened your mouth to question him but only a squeak escaped your lips as you suddenly found yourself hoisted over his broad shoulder, watching as Luda Mae disappeared around a corner, muttering to herself about a visit to town.

You bounced against his muscular back as your husband took the stairs two at a time in his haste to return to your shared bedroom. The door slammed shut behind you with so much force that the walls shook. “Thomas!” His name was forced from your lungs in a gasp as he threw you onto your perfectly made bed.

He growled at you in response and held up the small beanie with a surprising amount of care. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “What?” He shook the hat but you still didn’t understand him, so he took another route.

You let out a yelp as he grabbed your shirt collar and tugged, ripping the fabric in two, exposing your naked chest to his hungry gaze. “Thomas!” But he ignored your cry, his huge hands now fiddling with your belt to pull your jeans down your soft legs. His eyes were wild with lust, chest heaving as he struggled to breathe through his mask.

You attempted to wiggle away but his hands clamped down on your ankles and pulled. Your clothed pussy met the bulge of his cock. Thomas loomed over you, the mass of his body blocking out the light from the small bulb above the bed.

His eyes stayed locked onto yours as he placed his left hand onto your plush lower stomach, letting you feel the cold metal of his wedding ring. “Do you want to have a baby with me?” You asked softly, making him nod enthusiastically.

Heat raced through your veins, settling between the apex of your thighs. “Right now?” He responded by shucking down his own pants just enough to release his thick cock. Pre-cum beaded on the end of his uncut length, he was throbbing almost violently at the thought of finally doing his husbandly duty.

Rain pelted the windows of the bedroom as you watched your husband wait for consent. His muscles were wound tight like a predator waiting to strike and you wondered if this is what his victims saw moments before they met their demise. And for some reason, it was fucking hot.

You gingerly placed your left hand onto his own, your wedding rings hitting each other with a soft clink as you applied more pressure to your stomach. “Get me pregnant Tommy.”

His chest rumbled as he hooked a fat thumb into your ruined panties, yanking them to the side. You had barely a moment to fill your lungs before it was punched out of you with a single, brutal thrust.

The scream you let out was barely even human, it was feral and raw and it drove your husband past the brink of insanity. He didn’t even wait until you adjusted to the massive heft of his cock, he just started moving, desperate to fill you up with every last drop of his cum.

He grabbed the soft fat of your legs and pushed them up, pinning your knees as close to your chest as he could get. Thomas thrust downwards, the fat head of his cock hitting your cervix with each roll of his thick hips. “Please! Want your babies!”

His fingers dug into the back of your legs as his pace somehow became more frantic. You clung to him like it was the only thing you knew how to do as you thrashed on the mattress. Pleasure was turning your mind hazy, words spilling from your lips. “Tommy! Make me pregnant!” Your nails dug into his still clothed back, forcing a pleasured hiss from his lips.

Black hair hung over his face, brushing against your cheeks as he pressed himself even closer to you, he could not bear even an inch of space between you, not when he was so desperately trying to give you the one thing that you were begging for.

Your body seized as the tension in your belly finally snapped. Your vision whited out and you howled, clawing at your husband who continued to thrust, working you through your high and sending you headfirst into another.

His cock throbbed violently in your fluttering cunt, he was dangerously close. “Tommy.” You moaned through your gasping breaths. “Fill me up, give me your babies.”

Thomas’s head dropped to the crook of your neck as he pushed into one final time before heat spread through your stomach. He clung to you as tightly as he could, letting your legs fall to his hips. You both stayed like that for a while, his softening cock still nestled deep inside you, his body covering yours as you caught your breath.

“Ya know, it might take a few tries.” His laugh came out as more of a huff against the cooling skin of your neck. You kissed his temple and ran your hands through his hair as he wound his arms around your thick waist, holding you as close as he could.

You hoped that next year, you would have a little Thomas in your arms and maybe another one on the way. Like Luda Mae said, it was your duty to carry on the Hewitt name.

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aresojeroso · 1 month

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★Picnic date with the slasher boys!★

Includes: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt and Ghost face (Billy and stu).

•Neutral pronouns

•Just Fluff!

•Headcanons, of course!

Enjoy!

Jason Voorhees.

★He was a little insecure about it, if you where going to like the place, the food, etc. I dare to say that he was even more nervous than insecure. What if rains instead of being a sunny day?

★He tried his best to be a date, a special moment for you two, sharing the silent treatment, in a soft moment while the birds make their music between the trees.

★The view of you, delicate even if you where strong, in the green of the grass... He could spend hours and hours watching you in the woods, where the spots of sunlight caress you skin so delicate like a whisper... In that moment he only wishes to be a good poet, brave enough to say what he feels when he watches you, make a letter for you, sunlight or moonlight, you where precious to him.

★Probably will bring a bouquet of flowers, his mom raised a gentleman, even if the flowers are from the wild. He thinks they're pretty like you.

Even if you aren't a fan of flowers, probably he will find something that is pretty and for your taste. Crow skulls? Leaves? Little rocks? Don't worry, he has that covered. He may seem busy all the time, but he's a great watcher, he will know somehow.

★Read a book for him, he loves your voice. He can lay in the blanket for the picnic and listen to you for hours. His breath softened, his body relaxed... A day only for you.

★Both of you probably lose the sense of time, you fell asleep and he probably was to hipnotized for you to notice that the sun just set, the orange tones everywhere...

★He couldn't believe that you could look even prettier. Maybe you're an angel!

★He loves you.

Thomas Hewitt

•A picnic? In this place? No, too much sun for you, he doesn't want you to have a sunburn.

•But your puppy eyes make him feel weak, even if his priority is to keep you save from everything...

•Then, something comes to his mind. Now he has a plan, so... He lets you know that is a yes, but not now, you'll have to wait.

•Days and days passed, you wondered what tommy was doing, Hoyt was always complaining about how Tommy wasn't working most of the time, then what he was doing? He promised...

•Until one day you find out why.

•He guided you after he appeared in the door of your bedroom, his eyes where full of energy, he couldn't wait to show you his answer.

•And he had a basket in his left arm.

•He offered to you his right arm, like a gentleman... Luda's Mae work!

•And then... He built a small place near to the trees in the farm, like a little cabin, but at the same time just a place with a ceiling, a clean floor, and a blanket above it so you can get a picnic date.

•He made it for you, just you.

•He loves you.

Ghostface. (Billy and Stu!)

★Billy automatically says no, Stu says a very yes. It doesn't surprise you, sometimes Billy is like a vampire, allergic to the sun...

★Stu gets ready, he's so happy to spend time with you out, in, even the space! He loves everything that means being with you!

★Billy at the very end surrenders to your happiness and the energy from Stu... (And maybe Stu got annoying asf trying to convince him.)

★Both of you, Stu and you, decided to go for a quiet place (maybe that will make Billy more happy with) so, the nearest wood is the best option and at the same time Stu is happy to be in a place full of bugs, leaves, green, greeeeen! Even if he's not such a fan of nature.

★Billy approves the choice, so practically you have green light.

★Road with Stu singing the music from the stereo, Billy with his (fake) face of boredom. And you just enjoying them being them.

★Billy puts everything, the blanket, the basket, even the fucking food, just to save your life... And his too. Stu it's not the best at cooking.

★Once set everything... Billy will lay there, lazily, and will ask you to tell your day, an experience or something. He just wants to hear you.

★Stu plays with you, even hide and seek. Both of you run everywhere, challenging Billy to join! He does after a while (he cant say no for you two, and he knows that... but he got a pride to protect),and he's very competitive.

★They love you.

•Are you sure that you want to go out with him? This was completely your idea, but he's not going to say no. He just doesn't care that much. Someone sees him? It's ok, he'll kill them anyways.

•Obviusly you have to dismiss him to not doing that, he agrees, but only because you offered a sort of sweets for the picnic. (Not because he can't say no toy your puppy eyes, of course not.)

•Internaly he's grateful that at the end you choose a place, still in haddofield, away from every posible person. You two alone, in a beautiful sunny day. (He's not a fan of heat an sun).

•He carries everything for the picnic, but you'll have to cook everything... At least he stoled some candies forma store.

•He takes off his mask.

•You two spend a quiet time in there, his just sit in the blanket, staring at you with his cold blue eyes... For him it's perfect, watching you for hours? It's his favorite hobby, he does all day. (But without you knowing it.)

•You don't know how, but after a while, he can't take off his hands from you. He's grabbing your little hand, your check, caressing your neck, your shoulder... Like if he was admiring a beautiful sculpture. (He's an artistic man, don't blame him)

•Then, while you both eat some delicious stuff (and probably diabetic for him) you enjoy his silence... That says more than a thousand of words.

•He loves you.

Hi there! I hope you enjoy this and feel free to ask something to write! If I had mistakes on my writing, forgive me! English it's not my native language, I'm Mexican! So, if your native language is Spanish too, feel free to ask something on that!

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dogboytim · 8 months

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hey can you write a story about Thomas Hewitt getting jealous when a man is talking to his S/O

OH BOY CAN I. ANON IM GONNA SMOOCH YOU FOR THIS.

This is more fluff than anything because I need this scenario out of my head.

It wasn’t very often Thomas got jealous. There was nothing for him to be jealous of most times. Nobody really came out that far unless that got lost. A similar situation to how you ended up here but obviously you had a more happy ending compared to most.

The Texas heat was rarely friendly, especially on days like today when you and Thomas were cooped up in Luda Mae’s shop. The small desk fan did nothing to cool the two of you down but they didn’t exactly have money for a good AC unit.

“Hey, sweetheart.” A thick southern drawl came from the door, causing both you and Thomas to look. The man definitely wasn’t from here. That wasn’t a Texan accent at all. It was clear from the way Thomas clenched his jaw that the pet name didn’t sit right with him.

“Can I help you?” You tried your best to sound polite but it came out more passive aggressive. You watched as the man strolled in, head held high like he owned the whole damn state. Thomas didn’t care much for people in general but this man was pushing his limits by just existing.

The man leaned over the counter, eyes looking you up and down like a stray dog eyeing a piece of meat. “I’m a bit lost and I was wondering if you had a map or something.” He moved closer, the top half of his body nearly over the counter. You opened your mouth to speak but you were quickly silenced when Thomas slammed a map down on the counter.

He had officially had enough.

The man took the map and gave your boyfriend a glare. You could see that if you didn’t get Thomas out of here soon, he was going to snap. You wished the man the best of luck and told Luda Mae that you and Thomas were headed home to cool off.

“Thomas, you do I love you and only you right?”

No answer. Not that you expected one anyway.

You sighed, pulling into the driveway. It was likely Hoyt would bring the man back for supper. You knew Thomas would enjoy killing him but right now you had to focus on reminding him that you loved him.

“Tommy.” That got his attention. He raised an eyebrow, silently asking what you wanted. Your hands found their way to his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. Gently, you lowered his mask. This was something he only let you do.

You kissed him.

That kiss made his heart flutter. Oh how he loved the way your lips melted against his. If this was what he got for being jealous, you can bet it’ll happen more often.

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slashers-and-rats · 8 months

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Another Texan Night

thomas hewitt x fem!reader | sfw | no dreams this time, baby

rat chat: i saw a lot of people wanted me to give thomas a break, and they were right. he deserves some good stuff. so here it is. grade a fluff for my big boy.

the world was in thomas’s hands. it weighed heavy on his palms; he nearly had to cup them to keep it from all slipping away. he couldn’t let it get away from him this time. he saw the earth, mother nature, the sway of the trees and the rolling of waves all bundled in his arms. he wouldn’t let it get away, not this time.

you’d never leave him again.

your heart beat created a steady rhythm against his own chest. he wondered if, with enough determination, he could align both of your pulses. he’d stop his heart for you. he’d pinch his veins until they were flowing at the same speed yours did. anything to be closer to you, to be connected to you as deeply as he possibly could.

this was all so overwhelming for him. he had to keep remembering to breathe. thomas wasn’t supposed to be out right now, and this time it wasn’t a dream. he couldn’t just shake off the guilt of wanting to leave, this time it was real.

it was technically hoyt’s idea to get him out of the house. the plan had been somewhat sloppily put together. he remembered when it had first been pitched to him.

hoyt had been spying on thomas as he laboured in the basement. he had noticed his nephew under the weather, but the guy didn’t speak much, what could he really do? he had tried to cheer him up, in his own way. he complimented thomas for his quick work of taking down “prey”, and slid thomas a chocolate bar he had smuggled from the gas station when luda mae wasn’t looking. he even offered thomas a beer, chuckling when he groaned in rejection, shaking his head dramatically. his nephew could be such a prude.

hoyt watched thomas closely, seeing him slam the butcher’s knife down with uneven rhythm. it was almost uncomfortable how out of it the man was. thomas wasn’t an energetic boy, he didn’t exactly burst with enthusiasm, but he was always good with his hands. he was coordinated in his practice, and didn’t like to mess up when handling their hunts. after all, if the meat was bad, what would luda mae use to make her best stews and steaks?

it was when tommy slammed the knife down one last time, wedging it deep into the wood of the table, that hoyt really jumped. the guy was scary at the end of the day. hoyt might’ve been tough, but his nephew was strong. there was a big difference, and it showed in the way the surface of the cutting board snapped under the weight of his blade.

thomas had huffed, sounding like a frustrated animal. he paced the room, never noticing his uncle looming in the shadows. if he had, he wouldn’t have tugged your photo out of its hiding place. it had been something private to him. he kept it tucked into the breast pocket of his shirt, close to his heart, along with the phone number and address you had given him long ago when he had lost you. every day he wished he could find you again, that he had the bravery to sneak away and visit you like he wanted to, like he dreamed of.

the paper was worn from his fingers rubbing over it, and your picture was kept as pristine as possible. it was one he had stolen from the slaughterhouse. there had been a wall in the break room of photos of workers, headshots and such, and he had snatched yours away. he liked the way you smiled. it made his head feel light.

he was staring at it for quite awhile, too long for hoyt’s liking, and the man finally walked up and slapped a hand down on his nephew’s shoulder. tommy nearly jumped out of his boots, spinning around and hiding his treasures tight to his chest.

“a girl, huh? that’s what you’ve been mopin’ about?” hoyt questioned, sounding somewhat unimpressed. of all the things for someone like thomas to be worried about, some woman was one of them. it didn’t make sense to him, but there was something about how in despair his nephew looked- “you know where she lives?”

that had been the start to this whole endeavour. it took a few nights for it to all get planned out. thomas would meet with his uncle in the dining room, and hoyt would map out their plan of escape. it was simple. they’d arrange a rendezvous, and sneak out into the night when no one was awake to even see them gone. hoyt had called ahead of time, trying his best to sound proper and respectable when he explained the situation.

thomas had been so nervous then. he had sat, wringing out his fingers and squeezing the end of his shirt in his hands. hoyt had taken the landline and pulled it as far away from his sister’s room as possible, just to make sure she wouldn’t hear. hoyt may have been her brother, but that woman was terrifying, and her house was run by her rules. tommy wasn’t supposed to be fraternizing with strangers, especially women, and something about this whole thing made the stakes feel high. they were playing a dangerous game. but they were both determined, albeit for different reasons. hoyt needed his nephew’s head back down to earth, and tommy… well, you could say tommy wanted the same. after all, you were his world. he wanted you back near him so badly.

when you had answered the phone, hoyt had flashed a thumbs up to tommy. it made the man jump a little, he could barely contain his excitement. there was also an advancing sense of anxiety. what if you didn’t remember him? what if you didn’t like him like he thought you did? what if-

“hey, uh, I’m just callin’ on behalf of a guy named thomas hewitt. you don’t happen to remember that name, do ya?” hoyt had paused, and it made thomas hold his breath. when his uncle smiled, a wave of relief washed over him. he gave his nephew a wink, and continued. “oh, good, good. well, you know him, ain’t much of a talker, so he got me to be the messenger. actually, he wanted to ask you somethin’. i know it’s a little late in the night, but he was wonderin’ if you’d wanna see him? he don’t usually got days off, poor guys workin’ himself to the bone, but he had some time and-“ hoyt was cut off, and thomas could hear your muffled babbling on the other end of the phone. he hadn’t even noticed he had been sweating until a bead ran down and landed on his hands. “not tonight, eh? yeah, it’s a bit short notice- what about tomorrow than? how’s that work?” hoyt listened carefully, before giving thomas another reassuring smirk. he nodded along to whatever you were saying, before finally replying with a sense of finality. “perfect! he’ll be there this time tomorrow. see you then. okay, bye bye.”

hoyt hung up, and let out a harsh huff after. thomas felt like he had just been given wings. his heart was pounding hard in his chest, threatening to rip out and do a little irish jig on the floor. he felt like had just been handed his own personally tailored miracle. it was hard to even fathom. he was pulled back down to earth when hoyt had said, “don’t say i don’t do nothin’ for you.”

with that, the pieces had fallen into place with ease. the next day, after waiting an hour to make sure luda mae was dead asleep, tommy and hoyt piled into the truck and made their way to your home. they weaved down the dirt trails slowly and quietly, keeping the headlights off just in case, and the second they were far enough away hoyt began pumping gas. this couldn’t be a long trip, they didn’t have much time. tommy’s mama was an early riser, and if she noticed her boy wasn’t there, there would be hell to pay. no, they had to be quick, methodical.

hoyt pulled up a block away from your place. the two had agreed it was better to make it seem like thomas had come alone. after all, two brooding men showing up on your doorstep in the dead of night wasn’t exactly the best start to a romance.

hoyt had turned to thomas, eyeing him over and trying to tidy him up the best he could. “you look like a mess, but there ain’t much you can do about it…” he had muttered, tussling up his nephew’s hair. he straightened out tommy’s shirt collar, brushed off any flecks of dirt that may have gathered.

tommy had chosen a special outfit. luda mae had shown him old romance movies when he was younger, and he had learned that a well-dressed man could get any woman. he wanted you, though, and so he had made sure he was wearing something he thought you’d like. his button-up was a bit tight, and his pants rested just underneath his tummy, and his shoes still had some blood on them from his work- but he had tried. he had tried so hard.

he had hopped out of the truck into the open night air, breathing it in deep. it ran through his lungs, and with it a feeling he had never experienced before. sure, he had been nervous before- nervous when he was younger and would see his bullies running his way, nervous when he worked at the factory and would see the other workers eyeing him up like a freak-show display- but this was so much different. the closer he walked to your house, the more it wrapped around his throat and made him lose all air. he felt almost small, vulnerable, things he hadn’t felt in a very long time.

he counted the houses carefully, repeating your address over and over in his mind until he spotted the numbers over the door of a quaint cottage-style home. it was small, you had clearly been affected just as his family had by the depression that swept through the town, but it seemed you weren’t doing too bad. he could see the light on in the living room, and your shadow dancing along the curtains as you went about your nightly routine. he walked up slow, prolonging this meeting he had waited so long for. he wished he was back in his dreams, maybe he’d have more confidence if he knew he could just wake up from this if it went poorly.

thomas stood in front of your door for a few minutes before he dared knock. he listened with bated breath as you walked over, and unlocked the door. when it opened, and he saw you… well, he just about fainted.

you had been wearing a soft night gown. it was nothing scandalous, it went down just above your knees, but the way it hugged your body… you looked so soft. you had a house coat on as well, wrapped around your arms and crossed over your stomach. you had it hugged close to you when you answered, and he watched it fall away in slow motion when you opened your arms and pulled him in for an embrace. he had managed to catch the way it fell off your shoulders, and revealed a wide expanse of skin that started at your neck and ran down to the tops of your chest. the spaghetti straps of the gown were loose, letting the front of your shirt hang low over your front. he traced over every detail of your skin, right up until you had pulled him down into a tight hug.

that’s where he was. he remembered now. you were hugging him, and he was squeezing you back just as tight. the gesture had been so sudden, it made him feel as if he had been shot. it knocked the wind out of him, and he wondered if he had made any sound. he couldn’t remember, as all he could think about was how close you were to him.

you felt right in his arms. there was something so good about having you close, and sharing in that sweet body heat that radiated off of your skin. you had always been so warm, inside and out. he wished he could never let go.

“i missed you.” the words were spoken soft into his shoulder. they planted themselves deep into his rib cage, right next to his heart. they seared into his skin.

you pulled away from the hug, but didn’t go far. if tommy was fully coherent, and not in some love filled haze, he would’ve noticed that he had been gripping your hips, keeping you from leaving him fully. it was so instinctual for him. you never brought it up either.

“i was worried i wouldn’t see you again. you never rang me, and i realized… well, you didn’t talk at the slaughterhouse, why would it change over the phone?” you smiled. it was a genuine smile, and he matched it under the mask. he wanted to run his fingers over your lips and trace out every pull of muscle. “that guy who called me seems pretty nice, by the way. you’ll have to thank him for bringing you back to me,” you added, giggling a little.

that sound felt like someone blowing bubbles against tommy’s face. it felt so light. if he could find the words, he would’ve told you he loved you the second he heard it. it would’ve been sudden and out of place, and he would’ve been embarrassed the second he realized what he said, but he would’ve. he wouldn’t have been over-exaggerating either.

“it’s late, and i can’t hang out with you for long but… why don’t you come in? i put tea on, and i got some treats put away for special occasions. i think this justifies taking them out. i got my big guy back.”

“your big guy”. thomas nearly crumbled. he nodded enthusiastically, and let his hands drop down to fiddle with the front of his shirt. you took one of them in yours. his was so much bigger. you weren’t a small girl, you were plump and soft and carried yourself well, but he still lumbered over you. thomas was just big. he was a big guy. your big guy. oh, that would never get old, he just knew it.

you lead him into the house, and he felt as though he was stepping into the gates of heaven.

to say you were his world was underselling it. you weren’t that.

you were his paradise.

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kisskiss-slashslash · 8 months

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Can I request jason voorhees, bubba sawyer, Thomas hewitt, and Vincent sinclair and how they would react to finding a message on the inside of their mask that says "rember, I♡U ~ Y/N" from their S/O other, and maybe another angst version where the find it after the reader died but for now just fluff please?

Yes you can <3 and I did both for all of them. First fluffy, then angsty

So yeah content warnings: Death

Masked Slashers when they discover that their s/o wrote a message on the back of their mask

Jason Voorhees

If he discovers it during your lifetime, he becomes downright giddy. He knows what it means, despite being unable to read. He has seen the same thing carved into way too many trees around camp. But this isn’t harming a tree or defacing the camp, it’s just you reminding him that while he is out there killing people, you are at home, waiting to lovingly welcome him back. And to return the favor, he may carve or write the same thing on something of yours, so you will also always know he loves you. Should he not discover the message before then, however…

His days have become so dark since you left. And since then, he also stopped taking off his mask so much. While you were alive, he had made it a habit to not wear it around you. After all, you loved all of him; there was no way to hide. So now, if he needed to eat or drink, he usually just lifted it a bit and put it back in place immediately after. So it took him a few weeks to discover your message.

Jason never learned to read, but he sees the little heart scribbled next to the message and that says just as much. His heart breaks all over again. For a good while, he just stands there with the mask in hand, bitter tears dripping onto the rough plastic.

Bubba Sawyer

You make this particular mask for Bubba, after watching how he maskes the masks himself many times. It really is a bit gross, but you’d do anything for him, so there you are, carefully stitching the flaps of skin together and finally using a permanent marker to write the message inside. Once he discovers it, he is over the moon. He will immediately drop anything he is doing and come to you to wrap you in a bear hug. Depending on the time of day, Drayton may chase him back to work with some choice words, or just roll his eyes and tell you to get a room.

Bubba has many masks, for every one of his moods. But he rarely swaps them out anymore, now that you aren’t around. While your body has been treated like the rest of the Sawyer-family’s deceased loved ones, sitting upstairs as well-preserved as possible and treated as if still alive, it is just not the same. You aren’t laughing and smiling anymore.

This mask that he wears now has been your work; you had insisted on making one for him a while ago.

When family bath day finally rolls around, he finds himself forced to take it off, and that’s then he finally notices it. A message for him, written inside of the mask, right on his cheek like a loving kiss. The other Sawyers can only watch in bewilderment as Bubba breaks down, sobbing and clutching the mask to his chest.

Thomas Hewitt

Making his human masks is grizzly business, and one he normally wouldn’t want to involve you in. But he remembers you sneaking downstairs not too long ago, citing simple curiosity as the reason.

He will most likely find the message fairly quickly, while washing up after a hard day of work. Once he sees it, he will smile to himself. While his reaction is fairly subdued, he will definitely be extra loving with you for the rest of the day, causing Hoyt to tease him about it.

Now that you’re gone, Thomas just tries to move on with his life, as painful as it is. He still has the rest of his family to provide for, after all.

During his work, he briefly takes off his mask to wipe off the sweat that gathered underneath, only to find the message inside. His heart cramps up at the sight, and he bites down on his lower lip to stop the tears flooding his eyes from making their way down his face.

Carefully, almost reverently, he puts the mask back on a dummy head, now deeming it way too precious to wear. Instead, he grabs another one, but before he can put it on, he freezes, realizing that his one also has the same message from you. Holding back the tears becomes even harder. Another mask. Same thing.

He finds that every single one of his masks has the same message scribbled on the inside. Overwhelmed by it, he sits down at his desk and buries his face in his hands, hoping it will conceal the hot streams of sorrow pouring from his eyes.

Vincent Sinclair

Leaving this kind of message in a wax mask is a bit difficult, but possible. You got yourself some gold foil from a craft store during your last trip to town, and while Vincent sleeps peacefully next to you, you quietly get up and carefully work the message into the wax with the foil. When Vincent wakes up and discovers it, he will look over to you and smile. That day, he works with even more vigor than usual, and come evening, presents you with a small wax figure he made especially for you.

Vincent considered himself almost immune to grief for a long time; even his mother’s death had made him determined to continue her legacy more than anything. But then you suddenly pass away, and he feels like the ground underneath his feet is crumbling.

Then he discovers the message, and he just… shuts down. It takes days for his brothers to coax him out of bed, and even then, he only gets up to stop his brothers from pestering him. Should any victims come to town during that time, he will go after them with the ferocity of a wild animal. In his head he is screaming “Why should you get to live?! With what right are you still breathing while they are gone?!”

#slasher x reader #jason voorhees x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt x reader

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intimacyequalsdeath · 3 months

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Will you be my Valentine?: Sugar Day 1 Thomas Hewitt

Welcome to day one of my Valentines fic event! This event will last 7 days and end very obviously on Valentine's day itself. Each of these fics will be simple cute little fluffy fics to celebrate the holiday. I hope you all enjoy <3

Notes: Minors DNI, Fluff, SFW, No real warnings. No specific descriptions of reader or pronouns are used. If pronouns are ever used, reader will go by they/them.

On most days, the gas station was boring. Boring as hell to be exact though you'd never say that around Luda. You sat there all day in hopes that some stupid lost college kid would roll into the middle of nowhere gas station desperate for directions of any kind to get the hell out of here. A shame really that the only directions you knew were to the Hewitt household.

The rusted old bell above the door chimed to alert you that someone had entered the station. Your head snapped up from the outdated magazine that you were flipping through for the hundredth time in hopes for whatever dull human interaction you could get from whoever rolled in. When your eyes met the patron though you were even more thrilled.

"Tommy!"

You squealed as the giant of a man lumbered into the station. He walked right up to the counter you were stood at as the slightest smile could be seen through the mouth portion of his mask. You leaned over the counter to press your lips against his and he welcomed the gesture.

"You came to see me, must be slow with the meant at the house?"

Tommy shrugged and gave a sort of "I guess so" look before holding up a finger as if to say "give me a second" as he turned to head back out to the front of the station. You watched with curiosity as he walked out of sight and then returned with a small cardboard box.

Over the top of the brim of the box you could see a bundle of some of the wildflowers that grew in the unmanaged field beside the house. You smiled as Thomas once again made his way back to the counter.

He produced the bouquet first. Handing it to you with a smile grunt and a fierce red blush poking through his mask.

"Oh tommy their beautiful!" You squealed taking the flowers from him and inhaling their scent. You loved the smell of the flowers that grew by the house that even Luda insisted on always having a vase of them on the dining room table, even if Hoyt bitched.

"Tell me you didn't get more grass stains on your pants that I'll have to wash out picking these though?"

A look of guilt took over the blush, and you couldn't help but to laugh.

"Tommy! I just got the stains from the last bunch of flowers you picked out!" you teased him.

You tried to sneak a peak over what else he had in the small cardboard box, he noticed this and softly moved the box out of your line of sight before pulling something else out from it.

There, now sitting on your counter from the cardboard box was a small teddy bear. It had mismatched eyes and various random patches of fabric covering holes in it's fur.

"Oh Tommy..." You cooed looking at the small plush bear. "He's adorable!"

You looked at Tommy and thought that if it was possible for him to get any more red he might actually explode.

"You did all this for me Tommy? Why?"

Tommy gave half a headshake and then pointed over to the old calendar on the wall. The calendar was the only thing that Luda kept up to date in the station since it helped her keep up to date with her far and few between doctors appointments in the next town over.

You walked over to the calendar and unhooked it from the wall. When you placed it down on the counter Tommy pointed to the 14th of February.

"This is what you got me for Valentines day then?" A smile etching your face.

Tommy nodded enthusiastically. Luda Mae must've told him about Valentine's day, and planted the idea for him to do something for you for it. When you rolled in and Luda finally was able to see a future for her beloved boy she was thrilled and would do anything to help you two along.

"I love them Tommy, thank you honey"

Tommy gave a "You're Welcome" grunt and a head nod. He took one of his giant hands and reached across the counter to cup your cheek, you leaned into his warm hand as he caressed your face.

The shrill ring of the rotary phone on the wall brought the two of you out of the trance, you walked over and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Goddamnit is that blockheaded boy down there at the station?!"

Hoyt all but screamed down the line, you turned to look at Tommy who could obviously hear Hoyt yelling.

"Yeah Tommy's down here, why?"

"He just up and fuckin left! We have meat down in the basement to get cleaned up but as soon as he heard somethin' about goddamn Valentine's day he wandered off"

You smiled slightly and fixed Tommy with another look. Tommy shrugged and you could make out an up and down motion in his shoulders almost as if he was laughing.

"I'll tell him to head back Hoyt, Don't worry"

Before Hoyt could answer you had hung up. You made your way back over to the counter and put your hands on your hips.

"Thomas Hewitt" You playfully scolded the giant of a man. "Did you ditch your work to come and give me Valentine's day gifts?"

Tommy looked at you for a moment before nodding with an obvious smile peaking out from underneath the mask.

"Well, my shift here is done for the day, would you like to accompany me back to the house?"

Tommy gave an eager nod as you collected your flowers and the cute little bear and walked around the counter. He offered you his arm, as you tucked the bear underneath the one holding the flowers, and you happily accepted.

The rusted bell above the door dinged in notification as Tommy opened the door for you to step outside first. You stepped out into the warm February Texas afternoon as Tommy followed and reoffered his arm.

"If you get home and get your work done, I'll make you a very special Valentine's dinner for all your hard work?" you asked, looking up at him as you walked.

Tommy eagerly nodded as the two of you made your way down the abandoned road back toward the Hewitt house together. With nothing but the warm Texas sun, the breeze that cut through the humidity and a cute little patch work bear.

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw 3d #thomas brown hewitt #valentines day

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thrasher-slashers · 1 year

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Slashers with a Thicc S/O

Basically, a few slashers with a plus sized S/o- some basic relationship HCs sprinkled in- kinda requested by a friend?

Some body dysmorphia

Mainly fluff :)))

Pronouns=They/Them (G/N reader)

I am a plus sized person myself- but I’m still not the best writer! Bare with me if something’s don’t make sense!

Kinda OOC

Bo Sinclair

Holy shit-

Loves your thighs- wether squishy or muscle, loves them

Will pinch your fat, thinks it’s cute

* Lays his head on your legs, a lot…maybe play with his hair???

* He definitely won’t complain…

* If your self couscous about your size? This man will go ham on anyone that says a w o r d.

* He will hype you up to the best of his one tracked southern mind-

* Chubby chaser!!!

* You have stretch marks? Nice! He likes tiger stripes!

* Bo doesn’t say words much to show how he feels, but he try’s his damn best- “Darlin’ I’ll love you, no matter how you feel about yourself.”

* Lots…. I mean… lots of hickeys.

* Your both pretty warm natured,, so summer cuddles are usually a no go- rip.

Lester Sinclair

* Type of mf to squish your cheeks

* “Sorry honey, you just look so cute!”

* Another chubby chaser!

* Pick him up and cuddle him- we know this man is a stick, and couldn’t even pick up one of his brothers if he tried-

* Thigh appreciator, amen.

* Will glow in pride with you by his side!

* Will fight a hoe if they make any comment towards you what so ever-

* Hopes you’d do the same!

* “LOOK AT MY PARTNER!” Lookin ass

* Shows you off, knows he scored big!

* Lots of kisses, all over your body, won’t stop- seriously, you think you have marks on your forehead from him.

* Secretly wants you to crush his head between your thighs… don’t tell anyone.

Vincent Sinclair

* Yet again, like his brothers- a chubby chaser.

* Yes, he draws you a lot, obviously- he thinks your fucking stunning!

* Will ask for you to pose for him, if your comfortable with that of course. If your not good at staying still? Don’t worry! He has a camera!

* Squeezes you- a lot, but he’s gentle-

* Loves how warm you are! His hands are normally cold, he enjoys when you hold them :)

* Will cry if you call him beautiful-

* Literally a whore for your attention, pay attention to him- please- he’ll do anything!

* Likes to touch and feel you a lot, it isn’t inherently sexual? But if that’s what it turns into…

* Makes you little trinkets to carry :)

* Will blush r e d if you play with his hair in anyway

* “I will cherish you will all my heart, Love.”

* Please- please- call him a pretty boy- he will d i e.

Thomas Hewitt

* Enamored. Loves you a normal amount… totally.

* Thomas, as a chubby person himself- actually appreciates the chub more on you then himself!

* Caresses you a lot, just likes physical touch- just being near him makes him happy.

* Likes the way your stretch marks feel under his fingers- odd fixation- but still.

* Not the best at showing how he feels- he just holds you and hopes you get the message-

* Actually will pummel Hoyt if he ever makes any derogatory comment towards you.

* Doesn’t let you near the ‘visitors’ very much, he deems them as a threat to your safety.

* The family likes you, your cool 👍

* Give this man a massage, he’s very tense all the time… he will greatly appreciate it!

* Not a PDA person, but in private- he’s all over you.

* Likes to play with your hair, no matter the texture, it’s you, and he likes that.

* Doesn’t say much, but when he does, he means it. “I Love You.”

Bubba Sawyer

* You??? Love him??? It still surprises him everyday!

* Dotes and fusses over you a lot, very worried about you- for no real reason- he just wants you safe and happy.

* Your bigger like him!!! Now he won’t crush you! :D

* like Thomas, he likes to caress and touch you a lot, he will mumble incoherent things to you, in hopes you get what he’s trying to say.

* Squeals at you a lot, thinks your the most beautiful thing ever, won’t let his brothers even THINK of being mean to you.

* Has actually hit Drayton over the head for an out of pocket comment.

* Kiss him, anywhere, he’ll be so happy!

* Tried to make you a mask at one point- realized you probably won’t like another persons skin on your face- so he used fabric.

* Will cuddle with you no matter the weather- freezing? Holding his arms open. 100+ degrees? Shut up and cuddle, you can sweat it out.

* Likes to sleep with you on top of him, like a weighted blanket.

* Very hyperactive! Wants to do everything with you!

* Excited when you want to do anything with him! Wether it be something like cleaning the house or something like taking a shower together!

This layout sucks- I apologize lmao

#slasher x gn reader #slasher x y/n #slasher fluff #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #lester sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader

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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years

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I thought of a sad one involving Hoyt and Millie. While Hoyt encounters a victim; Millie was there in the scene without Hoyt knowing, and she was scared of Hoyt's rage and the sound of a gun shot. After the victim's death, Millie was trying to get away from Hoyt while crying and whimpering, she even cried for her mom and dad (s/o and Thomas)

Later in the story, Millie was being watched by Monty who is more irresponsible, that Millie tends to wander into the field of sunflowers and got herself lost. Even though Hoyt is not a real Sheriff, he still searches for Millie, even if he feels bad for scaring the crap out of her before.

lol, this idea is so cute! and sad- I love it!

Anyways on to the story!

Warnings- Violence, crying, angst, and Fluff!

Find Millie

"LISTEN HERE YOU FUCKING SHIT- NO WONDER YOUR HUSBAND LEFT YOU CAROL" Hoyt yells while slamming a mallet against the new victim's head. What Hoyt didn't know, was that Millie was behind him. Millie had seen Hoyt kill before which didn't scare her, but she had never heard Hoyt yell. Hoyt turned around, covered in blood to see Millie crying in fear. "Hey Mill-a-roo, its o-" Hoyt was cut off by Millie running away calling for you and Tommy. Hoyt hung his head low while muttering "Sorry Mill-a-roo."

~~~~Time Skip~~~~~~~

You and Tommy went out on a date after calming down Millie enough to gain her trust in Hoyt again. (Mainly Tommy and you telling Millie Hoyt was just playing) You and Tommy took off to look for Hoyt, when he was nowhere to be found you & Tommy made the risky choice of leaving her with Monty. "Please watch her well," you say as you bent down and kissed Millie's forehead. "I will", Monty says while taking a sip out of his beer... Around 30 minutes later, Millie found her way outside and into the sunflower field and somehow managed to get lost.

~~~~~Another Time Skip~~~~

You and Tommy got home and found Hoyt and Monty looking for something. "Oh! There you are Hoyt, where Millie", you say while looking around. "Shit," Monty says while looking out the door into the sunflower field. You and Tommy connected the dots and everyone ran out the door (well, Monty rolled out the door but still fits) "MILLIE!" You and Tommy would yell while running around the field looking for Millie. Monty looked at the sideline area of the sunflower fields to see if he can spot something that can help. "MILL-A-ROO!" Hoyt yelled while shaking his keys and running threw the field. About an hour passed and nothing, all 4 of you guys ended up in the middle of the field. You see Hoyt put his face in his hands, trying not to cry. "I swear Monty if we don't find her, I'm going to have Tommy cut your fucking dick off next." He quietly yells while taking a step forward. "Yeah! Cut your fucking dick off!" Millie copied Hoyt's threat from right behind him. "MILL-A-ROO!" Hoyt says as he picked up Millie and spun her In the air. Everyone took turns hugging and checking to see if Millie was hurt, all of you guys were so relieved that Millie was found...

END NOTE! Wooo! This mini-series is really kicking off lol! Thank you for the request! Request are open, I may get to them slow! That's all have a lovely day<3

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deathsgl4mor · 24 days

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REQUEST: "Can you deliver sum Thomas headcanons? like, some SFW but then sum NSFW at the end, ty hun 😚— Also, can I be 💄 anon? If you do stuff like that ofc."

A/N: yes, of course! also, i love the emoji anons, so you'll be 💄 anon now. anyways, thanks for the first ask! i didn't think i'd get one with how little my account is and the such few posts, lmao.

CW: +18 under cut, Hoyt, murder//gore//violence, breeding kink, sexual themes, fluff

SUMMARY: Headcanons for Thomas Hewitt: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2003

{short-ish}

GENERAL HEADCANONS

tommy loves whenever you give him baths, washing his hair and all that. i guess that's just him missing physical affection

is damn sure that you don't get between him and the victims or around the victims in general. he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt in the slightest and he'd never forgive himself

he makes sure that you and his mother, miss mae as you call her, get along well. which you do. she's happy she found at least someone for her boy

often times he stays in the basement late but is quick to pay more attention to you than anyone else, immediately going to you if you want him by your side in any way. and I mean ANY way.

NSFW HEADCANONS

is a switch. he doesn't mind whenever you're below him, taking all the pleasure he delivers or if you're riding him as he can't help but be so noisy at the sight and feeling of you being so... generous, let's just say

always has a hand on your hip or breast, if you have them. no matter the position, he'll be grabbing at one of the two. male? he'll just hold onto you by the bicep/man titty ♡

loves the mating press position or cowgirl. still, doesn't matter the gender as the both of them are gender neutral... well... most sex positions are but those are just preferred.

if you're a woman, he's gonna be a little more aggressive with you but that's just cause he needs to finish up and get away from you quicker since if he takes his time, he'll get lost in it and will probably end up fucking you till you faint, or your hole is too filled to fit any more; that doesn't stop him good enough though.

every time he notices his seed leaking out of whatever hole of yours he had just stuffed, he'll finger it back in. even if you're infertile, it just does something to him.

if you're needy while he's in the middle of something, do whatever you need. just don't disrupt his work or do anything when there's company.

THANKS FOR THE ASK, 💄‼️‼️

#texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #x reader #slashers #slash fanfiction #hefty boy #slasher fucker #much love #💄#anonymous #send asks #first ask #thanks anon!#thomas hewitt fic

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a-writer-on-elm-street · 7 months

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hello :3 i was wondering if i could request a lil fic with either daryl dixon or thomas hewitt about a hyper-feminine, juicy couture and lip gloss wearing, victoria secret perfume having, reader? maybe where the family is judgemental over the reader for their looks, but one of the boys stands up for the reader? (maybe end with them showing much they like how the reader dresses ¬‿¬)

and sorry if this is incoherent my ambien kickin in lolz

a/n: omg this is such a good idea. thank you so much for the request i hope you like it! <3 also i apologise for it taking so long

also, i'm not sure how in character any of this is because it's been a while since i watched any of the tcm movies so i hope this is okay <3

pairing: thomas hewitt x fem!reader

warnings: hoyt, fluff (neither of which are directly related)

word count: 659

You were wearing a yellow sundress you'd found a while back, glittery lip gloss coating your lips. You felt pretty, until you'd walked down the stairs to find Hoyt in the armchair, a snide look on his face as he looked you up and down.

"The fuck are you all dressed up for?" He scoffed, picking at the already broken leather of the chair, a bone chewed between his teeth.

You shrugged. "Nothin' wrong with wantin' to look nice from time to time."

You'd been with the Hewitts for a long time, ever since Thomas had taken a liking to you years ago. You were used to putting up with Hoyt's shit by now, choosing to simply shrug off his mocking comments and wildly inappropriate humour. He was an asshole, you knew that.

You were just here for Thomas.

Hoyt laughed, waving a hand at you. "You know there ain't nobody gonna fuck you just 'cuz you're all dressed up in some fancy fuckin' frock."

You folded your arms across your chest, glaring at him. Again, he was an asshole. And as much as you wanted to put a knife through the bastard's eye socket, he was still family.

"You think Tommy's gonna fuck you? Is that it?" He carried on, sitting forward in the chair now. "Hey, Tommy! Come on in here, boy!"

It was silent for a moment, and then you heard heavy footsteps thudding against wood, Thomas walking in from the kitchen.

Hoyt smirked, pointing a finger in your direction. "Look at your little lady friend over there. Ain't she pretty? Huh, boy?"

Thomas stayed silent, watching you from across the room.

"So?" Hoyt carried on, turning to look at Thomas. "You wanna fuck this bitch?"

You were about to say something, cuss him out, except Thomas moved first, crossing the room in seconds, forcefully pushing a large palm into Hoyt's chest. The chair rocked backwards when Hoyt's back hit the leather, Thomas towering over him, silently threatening.

You didn't know what to do as you stood there, your dress still floating around your ankles, hair standing up on your arms.

You half expected Hoyt to fight back, scold him in angry retaliation, but when Thomas withdrew his hand, Hoyt remained where he was, glaring up at Thomas.

And Thomas didn't say anything as he turned and walked towards you, roughly gripping your hand in his and leading you down to his room.

You remained silent as he stood with his back to you a moment, his shoulders gently rising and falling from taking steady breaths.

He'd stood up for you, fought back against his family in your defense. It made you giddy just thinking about it. You took a few steps towards him, cautiously brushing your fingers down his back.

He tensed under your touch, and when he turned around, you could see the reserved look behind his eyes, like he was unsure of what to do next. So you stood there, completely still, allowing Thomas to do as he pleased in his own time.

You inhaled a shaky breath when he reached a hand out towards you, dragging his fingers up your body, stopping when he reached the curve of your breast, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he took you in.

"Thomas," you whispered, your eyes fluttering shut as he moved his hand up to your collarbone, fingers curling around the back of your neck, tugging you closer.

He trailed up to touch your face, stroking his palm along your cheek, all the while you remained completely still, letting him do what he wanted.

No words would ever pass his lips, but as he touched you like this, you knew. You knew that he was admiring you, revelling in your body being this close, taking in the feel of your warm skin beneath his hands.

"Thank you for taking care of me," you spoke quietly, a smile pulling at your lips. "Thank you."

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loveandmurders · 11 months

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Hello!! This is one of my first time requesting so forgive me if it’s a little confusing. Could you write something with Thomas Hewitt where his SO has a size kink but cause they’re like insecure about their like medium height (around 5’5) they think they’re too big and tommy comforts them? (Nfsw or fluff) :)

Thank you so much you make such wonderful stuff so I had to ask <33

Hey love, here you finally are! I'm so happy I've done your first request, and I hope you will enjoy it very much <3

BIG, BIG BOY

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: no proof reading, mention of cannibalism/killing/violence, very insecure reader, kink size, NSFW ending (reader receiving)

You were helping the Hewitt family by taking care of the gas station with Mama. They were trusting you enough to leave you there and you had to admit you were quite enjoying yourself. It was nice to talk to people and to lead them right into a death trap. You were always letting know Hoyt or Tommy when you were spotting the perfect group of tourists who could die and be served for dinner.

You felt useful and you liked how Luda Mae was praising you once you were back home with her, telling you you had done so well, and that the family was so happy to have you. Hoyt always rolled his eyes at that, and Tommy would shyly kiss the top of your head in silent pride. He loved how you seemed to fit so perfectly in his family, no matter how dark the situation was. You didn’t seem to mind the killing at all and it was a relief because he wouldn’t know how to live without you by his side. You were his little ray of sunshine, and you made it so much easier for him to get up every morning and to do his duty. He wasn’t just killing for his family now, it was also to feed you. And he was more than eager to take care of you, like a good partner.

The only thing you both hated with the way things were, was you often spent your day apart from each other. He was at home, in the basement, or at the meat factory while you were at the gas station, or sometimes doing chores in the rest of the house. You could only be together at night or in the early morning.

Today was a little bit different because Thomas was at the gas station too. He was putting away some of the meat in there so the tourists could buy some if they wanted to. And he was also carrying big boxes of goods. You couldn’t stop yourself from watching him doing so. The way his muscles were flexing, the way he was so easily carrying things away, the way he was so focused on what he was doing… God, you were getting horny just by staring at him. After a little while, he felt your eyes on him and he came closer to you, thinking you might be wanting to ask him something. You looked up at him. You couldn’t get any hotter now he was so close to you. So tall next to you.

You had always found Thomas very attractive, and the size difference was definitely killing you. You had always had a thing for tall men, and Tommy wasn’t just tall, he was big and strong. You would have let him take you right on the counter if he had wanted. This was so unfair to be so hot, and you promised yourself to have some funny business in bed right after dinner tonight. You wanted him so badly.

You noticed he was getting very confused as he gently cupped your face to get your attention and you shyly giggled. You were often staring at him - it wasn’t your fault if the man was the most attractive thing on this whole planet and that he was all yours, right? - and he never really understood why. He clearly didn’t see him as attractive, especially because of his face and of the way people always treated him.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to disturb you in your work” you smiled and he softly shook his head “You’re so disturbing mine though” you giggled and he frowned at that. You took his hand and gently kissed the back of it to reassure him he hadn’t done anything wrong, on the contrary “You’re really nice to look at, you know. It’s hard to stay focused on my work when you’re in my field of vision, that’s all” you winked and you could imagine him blushing under his mask as he looked away. He couldn’t understand how such a pretty and cute thing like you could enjoy him that much. But he was not complaining. “Are you thirsty? I can find you something” you offered, always eager to take care of him as good as he was taking care of you, but he shook his head. He really needed to get back to work and to be as soon as possible at the meat factory.

It was a pity because you would have enjoyed observing him the whole day. You pouted up at him and kept his hand in yours a little longer. Mama was outside, talking with a few tourists and the station was all empty. You just wanted to enjoy a little more of his presence while you could. Tommy really couldn't say no to you so he stayed there, gently stroking your fingers, while you were enjoying the view.

“Am I too clingy?” you asked, just to make sure you weren’t annoying your gentle giant but he was quick to shake his head once again and to use his free hand to cup your face once more. He leaned closer so your foreheads could rest against each other. He never had that kind of attention in his life before you, and he was loving every second of it. You were the best thing that ever happened to him, and he would never push you away.

When Mama came back inside, she asked Thomas to quickly finish his job so he could go help Hoyt at the meat factory. You both reluctantly let go of each other. Luda Mae gently told you that you shouldn’t distract Tommy from his work and you apologised. And later in the day, as Hoyt came by, he also blamed you for Thomas being late and other kinds of things.

You hated how your insecurities so easily woke up. Just those few words and you felt pretty stupid. Of course the family needed your big boy, and you should have known better. Family was going first and you couldn’t be selfish. And once you were starting to listen to those mean voices inside your head, you couldn’t make them shut up. They reminded you how ugly, fat, idiot, boring and pathetic you were. They reminded you that the man was probably getting tired of you and he would very soon get rid of you. They reminded you that you didn’t deserve the kind of happiness you had with him because you were worthless. You were so small compared to Thomas, you clearly didn’t have enough to give him.

Because the gas station stayed pretty empty all day, you had nothing to distract yourself from the terrible words eating you alive from the inside. You hated yourself when you were letting insecurities hurt you that way, and it was only fueling the voices. You couldn’t wait to go home and to bed, hopefully with your gentle giant by your side.

Tommy noticed how silent you were at dinner. At first he thought you might be just a little bit tired. However he was almost certain there was something else. He couldn’t wait to have you all to himself in your shared bedroom. And he promised he would make things better, or he wouldn’t forgive himself for being a bad partner to you.

He helped you with the dishes, before guiding you upstairs. You watched his strong figure and you shivered in desire. At the same time, the mean little voices started to rise again and it forced you to look away from him. How could you deserve him when you were who you were? You weren’t enough. You never had been, and there was no way you would ever be.

You closed the door behind the two of you and he locked it up. He didn’t want anyone to disturb the two of you. He had wanted you so badly earlier and he still did. He needed to feel your skin against his, he needed to make you happy. He cupped your face with both his hands and gently pressed you against the door. You whimpered. You had to tiptoe to try and reach for his lips, and despite that, you were still too short to do so. You pouted. You wrapped your arms around his neck and then you softly jumped to wrap your legs around his waist. He very easily grabbed your thighs to support you.

“Can I?” you whispered as you reached for his mask. You always asked permission before removing it. And he always had a moment of hesitation before answering. No matter how many times you saw his face, he couldn’t suppress the fear that one day you would find him disgusting and repulsive.

He finally nodded and you smiled as you carefully removed the piece of leather from his face. You happily hummed, stroking his cheek before leaning for a kiss. It felt so good to be in his arms, to taste his lips, to be alone with him.

However the nagging voices inside your head were preventing you from fully enjoying the moment. You could feel how hard Tommy was getting against your crotch and you didn’t want to ruin the moment. But you had to ask.

“Hey, baby” you softly whispered and he hummed to let you know he was listening to you and you could keep talking to him. “Am I… good enough?” you heard yourself saying and you cringed so hard. You really were so pathetic. “I mean I know I’m not the prettiest and I’m quite fat and short, and I’m not the smartest either but…” you continued before biting your lips to stop talking. You didn’t even dare looking at Thomas anymore. Fuck you really ruined the mood now.

Thomas was completely lost. He softly let you get back on your feet and you tried to not start crying, because you just wanted to be in his arms. He cupped your chin to make him look at him before signing:

What?

There was no other word that came into his mind. He just couldn’t understand how his perfect little darling could think such a thing about themselves. He frowned when you looked away in shame. No, no, no. He knew what it was to be insecure about himself, and he would not allow you to feel the same. You were perfect! How could you not see it?

Would you undress yourself for me, please?

You almost thought you didn’t understand his gestures correctly.

“Why?” you asked

Because I want you to know how I see you. He explained and you nodded at that. You trusted the man more than anything.

“Alright, but help me. I want to feel your hands on me. I’ve wanted you the whole day” you whined and he gently smiled at you.

He wouldn’t deny you. He came closer again and he started to help you get rid of your clothes. He took his time so you could enjoy the warmth of his skin on yours. Goosebumps were spreading all over your body.

Once you were naked, he took your hand to guide you toward the only mirror of the room. It was settled on the wardrobe and was allowing you to see yourself from head to toe. Thomas was behind you and both his hands were gently stroking your sides. You watched his movement in the mirror and you tried to not think of how hot the situation was, softly shivering under his touch.

I’m going to touch all my favourite parts of you. He signed as you kept watching him in the mirror and you nodded.

You felt a little bit worried despite the strong desire you felt.

He turned you around to kiss you and to stroke your face with so much love and tenderness. You felt yourself relaxing a little under his attention. After a few kisses on your lips, forehead, cheeks and down your neck, he put you back fully in front of the mirror. He caressed your shoulders and your arms before taking your hands in his. He hugged you from behind for a little while until he felt you fully leaning against his chest. Then his fingers moved up your arms again and his hands went on your chest and belly and sides. He was always a little bit shy when it was about touching you, even in bed or under the shower. He really was afraid to make you feel uncomfortable and sexuality was something he learnt with you. But the way you were all against his chest and waiting to be shown how much he loved your body was making him bolder. He caressed your skin for a long time, showing you he loved every part of you. He wasn’t too good with words and he didn’t want to say something wrong, so he had thought that using his big hands would be a good plan. He nuzzled into your neck as his fingers traced down from your sides to your butt before going to the lower part of your belly.

His soft caresses had first allowed you to relax and to feel loved. Your mind had focused on the touch so you had been able to quieten down the voices. But now, his fingers were driving you wild. It felt like a fire was consuming the skin he was stroking. In the mirror, you could so easily see how big the man was compared to you too. Taller. Broader. Stronger. You badly needed him.

He was about to kneel down and gently caress and kiss your legs but you brought his right hand on your sex. God, his calloused fingers were going to drive you insane. You let your head go down on his torso as you watched yourself. You could see how your own eyes had darkened with lust and you opened your legs a little wider.

“Please, Tommy” you begged “I really need you” you whispered.

As always, the man couldn’t deny you. Your hand was still on top of his and he let you control the pace and the gesture you needed to get some sexual relief. You never stopped watching yourself. The sight was only adding to your desire. And it seemed it was the same for Thomas. His eyes were glued to the sight in front of him, and his member was getting even harder against your back. The fact that the situation was also making him horny made you feel better about yourself.

“You like my body then?” you asked in between moans of pleasure and he quickly nodded before kissing the top of your head. “I’m not too small or too big for you?” you insisted and it made him pause in the pleasure he was giving you. You whined and grinded against his fingers. Your sex was way too tingly to stand this. He quickened the pace as a way to apologise as he softly groaned into your ear in a way to ask you to stop thinking such things about yourself. With his free hand, he signed Perfect and it made you smile.

“You think I’m perfect?” you hummed and he nodded again “Well I think you’re perfect too. You’re so hot, Tommy, I swear it should be illegal” you babbled as pleasure always made you talk so easily. Not that Thomas minded; he loved to hear praises falling from your lips when he was doing a good job with you.

He continued to play with you in front of your image in the mirror until you came all over your legs and his fingers. You softly panted and rested against his chest a little longer before turning around and hiding your face against him. You closed your eyes. You heard Tommy sucking on his fingers, because he couldn’t let your juices go to waste, before tightly hugging you. You looked up at him.

“Do you need help with anything, big boy?” you asked with a little mischievous smile, feeling so much better now.

And once again, Thomas eagerly nodded at you

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hii im reqyesting once more for some hurt comfort with some slashers (thomas hewitt, RZ michael myers, and maybe yautja?). maybe they get into an argument with the reader (or since thomas n michael dont talk, more of them angrily making gestures and cornering the reader) and the fight ends up with the reader flinching away/being scared in the moment despite efforts not to be and the slasher just kinda backing up, not knowing what to do and leaving for a while, then some tooth rotting fluff to make up for it? thank you if you end up doing this, have a lovely day/night!! :D

Slashers comfort y/n after a fight

This took me so long I am so sorry! I hope you enjoy it tho!

Rz Michael

A cold breeze blew into the house as Michael stepped in. He was drenched in blood and every step he took left bloody footprints.

You raise your arms in the air irritatedly. Then you drop them to your sides, marching up to the masked man you loved.

“Michael!! Wash your boots before coming inside!!” You raised your voice.

On a normal day he’d be irritated or possibly feel a little guilty, but today was not a normal day.

“I just washed the floors and you-” He takes an aggressive step forward, causing you to go quiet.

You saw him clench his fists. fear ran rampant throughout your body, your instincts telling you to flight, fight, or fawn. But you fought them. Michael would never do anything to hurt you…. Right?

“Michael, are you seriously mad at me? I’ve been cleaning all day!” You bravely continue.

Within a blink of an eye he had you pinned against the back wall. You gasped and felt tears threatening to fall. He lifted his hand and you shut your eyes tight and looked away. You waited for an impact, the knife or his hand, but nothing came.

You open your eyes and fearfully look up to his mask. You saw his right eye while the other was cast in shadow. Instead of blank and lazy, his eyes were wide and filled with emotion.

He let go of your arm and slowly looked down at his hands. You followed his gaze. His hands were shaking. The characteristically composed man shaking like a leaf. He took a step back, then another, then spun around and quickly walked to the back door. He swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him. You jumped at the force and slide down the wall with tears running down your face.

Hours have passed after the incident. Michael still hasn’t come back. You were still shaken up, but not as bad as before. The sudden rush of adrenaline caused you to become incredibly tired. You pull the blankets back and slip into bed. You let out a sigh and closed your eyes.

You open your eyes and hear birds chirping. You yawn and stretch your body, wincing softly. You went to get out of bed but noticed something next to you.

You look over and see a little box. You questionably reach over for it and pick it up. You place it in your lap and carefully open it. There’s a little daffodil carefully placed within, a smile comes to your face. Then you notice something else in the box. You grasp it in your free hand and look at it closely. It’s a necklace with a thick hoop pendant.

You put it around your neck and get up from the bed. You open the bedroom door and step out into the barren hall. You walked down the creaky steps to find Michael standing in the living room.

You calmly walk up to him and look up. He glances down at you but quickly looks away, unable to make eye contact. You gently place a hand on his arm and he breaks. He quickly swoops you up into a hug. You wrap your arms around him and kiss the side of his unmasked face.

He pulls away and sees you wearing the necklace. He grasps it and pulls a necklace out of his coveralls. It has a dog leash clasp on it. He pulls the little piece down and hooks the necklaces together. It connected the both of you. He leaned down and gently cupped your face, placing the softest kiss to your lips.

“It’s okay, kitty.” You mutter out, accepting the apology.

Thomas

Today has been rough on everyone. Hoyt got his ass kicked and the victim got out. In the process he pushed Monty down the porch stairs. Threatened Luda Mae with an axe, and when you tried to help, hurt you in the process, and poor Thomas had to clean up Hoyts mess. Long story short, everyone’s exhausted.

You bandage your arm and let out a small whimper. The cut could have been worse but it still hurt like hell. You make sure cover the bandage up with your sleeve, Thomas still didn’t know you were hurt, and you didn’t want to stress him out.

You stand up from the couch and walk into the hall. You grab the big metal door and slide it open. You really needed to be with Thomas right now. You walk down the creaky stairs and see him working.

You walk up to him and place a hand on his shoulder. He turns to look at you and gives a tired smile. You return it and kiss the side of his mask. He fully turns around and grasps your arms to pull you in. You audibly wince and his eyes go wide.

“I’m fine, honey.” You nervously reassure him.

He abruptly stands up to his full height and in a more gentle manner holds your arm. He pulls up your sleeve and sees the blood seeping through your bandage. He starts breathing heavily. You reach your hand up and place it on his face.

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he signs.

“This is Hoyts fault, not yours.” You say firmly, knowing he’s already blaming himself.

“I’m supposed to protect you,” he signs again then punches the old stone wall.

You gasp and jump. He removed his hand from the wall, pieces of rock and dust falling down. You had never seen Thomas like this. You hated to admit it, but it scared you, he scared you in that moment.

He sighed and looked at you, he saw your unease. It broke his heart to see you like that, especially since it was because of him. He reached his hand out to show you he wasn’t mad but you didn’t react how he suspected.

“Thomas!” You gasp and flinch, closing your eyes and blocking your face.

He froze, it was as if his heart stopped. Tears formed in his eyes. He started shaking his head and backing up. He bumped into his butcher's table then ran up the stairs.

You wiped your face of tears and stayed in the basement for a while. For the first time, in a long time, you were afraid of Thomas. It broke your heart just as much as his.

Thomas won’t forget this, not now, not ever. He will pick the farthest abandoned building from the Hewitt mansion and make camp. He loves you and doesn’t want to leave you, but he can’t stand the thought of you fearing him.

He spends nights crying and yelling to the moon, the only one that would listen.

“Thomas!” You scream out with tears streaming down your cheeks.

His ears perk up as he hears your voice. A deep feeling of dread creeped within him.

“Thomas!!” You sobbed out, falling to your knees. “Please!!! I need you!!” You heard footsteps approaching you.

You look up with your blurry vision and see a large figure. You gasp and fumble to your feet. You launch yourself at the man you had missed so much.

You grab his shirt with a deadly grip. He felt his eyes watering and slowly wrapped his arms around you.

“Thomas, you can’t run away when things happen! It’s normal and we have to work through them!” You croak. “Please don’t ever leave me again..”

He rubs your back and hesitantly picks you up. You quickly lean in and kiss him, he returns the kiss with just as much desperation as you.

“Sorry. I got scared you’d leave.” You signs.

You kiss his forehead and snuggle into his chest.

“I would never…” you mumbled and enjoyed being in his warmth.

Yautja

At first you didn’t mind all the hunting. But lately he’s been gone more and more. You couldn’t lie, it really upset you.

He just finished cleaning his most recent trophy. You enter the room and watch him angerly.

“Is there something that matters, my mate?” He asks.

“Are you serious? You’ve been gone an entire fucking month!!” You yell to his surprise.

“And I’ve brought home food and an honorable trophy? I am confused.” He blinks.

“You- do you even care about me?! You barely spend time at home, and the only time you do, we’re both naked!” You stomp your foot.

“Do I even care about you? This must be some kind of ooman joke.” He growls. “I left my clan for you!! Everyone I’ve ever known so we could be together!!” He yells, you look away shamefully.

“But maybe I made a mistake!” He yells, then freezes at what he said.

You flinch and look up at him with tears forming in your eyes. You quickly wipe your face and storm out of the room.

“Mate- I-” he uncharacteristically stumbles over his words.

Once out of sight your tears return in full force. You speed walk to the hatch and sit down next to one of the cages. You hear his mount begin to purr. You look over and reach your hand in. She happily allows you to pet her, she hopes it’ll soothe you.

A couple hours later you hear the door open. You look away from it and focus on the alien big cat. Heavy footsteps stop just behind you. He kneels down.

You slowly turn your head and see his guilty eyes. You look away and continue to pet the huge beast.

“I, I was angry, I did not meant the words that I said.” He sighs.

“I thought I was doing good for you, yautja mates expect the other to constantly bring home prizes to prove their worth.. I did not consider oomans would feel differently.” His voice was low.

You slowly turn to look at him once again.

“I wish to spend more time with you. I will reduce my hunting time significantly.” He promised and held his hand out.

You take it and his eyes light up. He pulls you into his chest, with Gyatuu’s disapproving rumbles. He leans down and wraps his mandibles around your face, you giggle shyly.

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