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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years

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The Best Worst Ex Ever, Julia Cole and Alexandra Kay.

I have discovered this new song (Above) that i love and will be listening to for the next few days, at least, on repeat and its made me think of a funny, stupid little scenario XD

Ex's of Horror Villains getting together for group therapy (Probably set up by Leslie's ex) that just becomes each of them trying to convince the rest of the group that

their ex was the worst.

Sharing horrible stories and anecdotes that make the rest go oooooof, no!! but still feel convinced that they had it worse, and drinking wine or beer or cordial or whatever, making it a drinking game (Alcohol not necessary), rating each other's different accounts, slandering the horror villains, b o n d i n g (Because in the end this is all huge fun, even if their is competition involved), laughing at how horrible and weird all of what they went through is because what the fuck?? he was a doll! A DOLL!! these are not normal experiences man- , ordering pizza, maybe sleeping over (Locking all the doors and windows and then handing out the appropriate amount of Hypnocil like butter menthols on the playground because y'all are now in this together and that asshole would love nothing more then to crash a sleepover made up of slasher ex's.) because like??? Who else are you gonna complain about this with???

You all need closure-

"When it comes to him, I know I'm gonna win.

No one's ever done bad better.

I've got the best. Worst. Ex. Ever. "

(Unedited dialogue below cut)

"- And then his brothers crashed in and I screamed, because ya know, I'm NAKED- "

"Ugh, twins. Let me tell you about the Sin-Fucking-Clairs- "

"Oh twins are a joke- I had to deal with Hoyt. Do you know what happens when Monty gets his hands on a victims LSD and the fucken 'sheriff' get whiff? No, you don't, but I'll tell you- "

"Every night was an LSD trip with Freddy!- "

"Oh my god... do you remember when he went after Jason? Jason locked me up in his cabin for the duration with 20 boxes of Twinkies and V energy drink."

"W h a t- "

"Oh oh oh! Brahms did that when I tried to leave him!! ... I got various roast beef's, though."

"Oh you bitch- "

"You said bitch! Drink!"

"- Wait roast beef??? Michael burnt my cup noodles, one time."

"Chucky couldn't even reach the damn microwave- of fuck, doll joke. Drink."

"Does anyone need a refill?"

"Yes please. Did I tell y'all that Stu tried to make me have a threesome with him and Billy??... While Billy was with Sydney? Didn't happen, I can tell you that for sure."

"What a douche!"

"Yeah- "

"Ahahahahahahaha... haha... Its funny that you guys think you can beat me in the weird sex stuff category." ( <- Freddy's Ex S/O, to be clear)

"I fucked an ALIEN- " "A ZOMBIE- " "A man made of BEES!!"

"... yeah... I dunno if this is, uh, you know, relevant, or whatever... but Leslie got me to play Laurie Strode to his Michael Myers, once... "

*Michael's ex S/O can be seen fighting back laughter desperately, in the back*

"...- oh fuck I cant believe I haven't told you this yet! Otis propositioned me while I was with Baby!! It was really awkward! I've seen that man fuck himself on corpses. YES PLURAL- "

"Oh my god."

"Actually, should we be drinking at mentions of bad sex?"

"- Fuck no, we would die."

"New topic! Final Girls- "

"- And Andy - "

"Yes, and Andy."

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Too cute to be killed III

Hello everyone! This is the third part of those headcanons about Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) finding you too adorable to kill you (gender neutral reader with no physical description). The part 1 is here and part 2 is here.

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: Hoyt, pain, mentions of killings and cannibalism, angst.

It had been several nights you were sleeping in the same room as Thomas.

Actually, you were sleeping in the same big bed.

He would sleep, facing you and his back to the door to keep you safe.

He wouldn’t touch you at first, but you both would wake up with his arm wrapped around your midsection and you, cuddled up against his side.

And you would greet him everyday with a gentle “Hello teddy bear” which never failed to make him smile and feel all warm inside.

Even if he never removed his mask around you, it was clear he was becoming more and more comfortable with you as he was often pushing his luck for some sweet touches and cuddles with you.

Despite your precarious situation, and how you hated to be locked up in a house, you weren’t afraid of him.

Thomas was really trying his best to make things as smooth as possible for you.

He even had found a better place for you to stay. The house was in a better shape and hidden near the forest, so you were feeling quite safe.

The trees were also protecting you a little from the intense heat of Texas, which was nice.

Most of the traffic was linked to the meat factory where you were and Thomas was able to often check on you or bring you food or anything you might want.

It forced him to work later though because his time with you was making him late but he was happy for the first time in his life, so he didn’t mind at all.

Everyone around him had noticed he was in a much better mood, and Hoyt’s words didn’t seem to touch him anymore.

He would just shrug, daydreaming about you.

He had made it clear to the sheriff that you were his and that he was keeping you somewhere secret, and all to himself.

Luda Mae was happy for him, but Hoyt was very annoyed.

He didn’t like how Thomas seemed to adore you and to care about you.

You were taking his attention away from his family and Hoyt was worried of the consequences it could have on the meat factory, on the killings, on the future of the community.

At the same time, Thomas was still as efficient as usual.

Maybe even more, because he was finally sleeping well and you were making sure he was eating too and being taken care of.

Despite the situation, you were good for each other.

You just wished the sheriff wouldn’t try to kill you and that you could have a more normal relationship with Tommy.

Thomas didn’t mind having to keep you safe somewhere away from his family though. He hoped that that way they wouldn’t be able to ruin you.

But he was clearly underestimating Hoyt’s rage and hatred towards you.

You were cleaning around the house for it to look like a real home and not just a squat.

In your cleaning, you even found some old books you have never read before and other little things like that. It would keep you busy at least.

You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door being opened.

At first you thought it was Thomas, but you didn’t recognise his footsteps. They seemed lighter.

You grabbed a knife and turned around.

But Hoyt was already aiming at you with a nasty smirk across his face.

“Good mornin’ journalist” he greeted you and you shivered in fear.

“If you kill me, Thomas will be very upset” you warned him, hoping to scare him off with this hidden threat, but he only laughed.

“Ain’t givin’ a fuck about it. He should of killed you days ago” he replied.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked. If you were going to die, at least you wanted to know why.

“Because the meat factory always needs more meat” his smirk only widened and the evil glitter in his eyes only grew.

You frowned, you didn’t understand what that meant at all.

“What?”

He laughed and stepped closer to you. You moved back until your back was against the sink and you couldn’t do anything anymore.

Hoyt pressed his gun against your forehead and you shivered even more at the feel of the cold metal on your skin.

You didn’t dare to strike with your knife, afraid he would be faster.

“For a journalist, ya’re fuckin’ dumb, ya know that?” he teased “Where do ya think the bodies go hmm? Ya think Tommy’s a good boy, but ya should be terrified. Such a dumb bitch ya are” he continued and you were paralysed

“For someone who is planning on killing me, you’re talking a lot, you know that? Maybe you are the one afraid of Tommy”

Hoyt was a little taken aback at that, but his surprise soon turned into a violent rage and he hit your head with the cross of his gun.

You fell on the ground, half knocked out, and you let go of the knife.

Hoyt hit you in the stomach and you huddled up, trying to protect you as pain shot through you.

You didn’t scream though, you didn’t want to give him that pleasure.

He was about to hit you again, when the front door opened and closed again.

You had closed your eyes, certain Hoyt was going to kill you before Thomas could do anything about it.

But Hoyt froze at the infernal sound of a chainsaw being turned on.

“Com’on boy” you heard him say and you opened your eyes.

You looked up at Hoyt’s face and he didn’t seem angry or arrogant anymore. He was staring at Thomas with what seemed to be growing fear.

You couldn’t see Thomas’ face from where you were, but soon enough he was throwing himself at Hoyt and you could only guess he wasn’t very happy about the situation.

If Hoyt hadn’t moved to the side, the chainsaw would have cut off his arm.

“Are ya crazy?” he screamed and Thomas only groaned.

His eyes were full of a rage you never saw in him before.

You slowly sat up to enjoy the show. It was quite satisfying to see Hoyt so afraid and trying to appease Thomas, in vain.

And because you were smart, you got up and placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder before he could kill Hoyt.

“Hey baby, please don’t kill him. He isn’t worth it” you said.

Thomas looked back at you, taken aback by the nickname.

It calmed him down right away and he turned back off his chainsaw. He let it fall on the ground as he fully turned to you.

He cupped your face and looked at the nasty blow you received. He groaned in anger again but you shushed him and moved closer to him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine” you promised.

Thomas hugged you, so relieved you were alright and you let yourself relax into his embrace.

Hoyt was trying his best to leave the room before Thomas could change his mind and finish the job.

You sent a look at the sheriff.

A look meaning “you own me one now”.

You stayed in Thomas’ arms for a little moment, cuddling against his powerful chest.

“You saved me again” you smiled and he hummed.

He did, but he wasn’t happy with the fact that Hoyt found you and had the time to hurt you.

“I think I need to lay down though” you murmured as you were still quite dizzy from the blow.

Thomas was quick to scoop you up and you let out a little sound of surprise before settling in his arms.

He carried you to your (shared) bedroom and placed you on the bed as gently as possible.

“Thank you, you should go back to work now. I’m sure Hoyt won’t come back so soon” you said and Thomas reluctantly agreed with you.

As soon as he left you and you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.

When you woke up again, Thomas was back in the house as you could hear soft sounds coming from the kitchen.

The kitchen.

The meat.

The meat factory.

The killing.

The meat.

They were killing people to eat them and to sell their meat to the region.

Meat you had eaten yourself.

You were feeling very sick now and you couldn’t get up.

This couldn’t be possible.

Your Tommy couldn’t kill people and eat them.

But you also knew he was the kind of person to be so devoted to the people he loved, that he would do anything for them.

Even the unforgivable.

He was ready to kill Hoyt for you though, and the thought both scared you and made you feel better.

As long as Thomas was on your side, you had nothing to fear but your morale was screaming at you to do something, and quickly. You couldn’t stay here, eating people too.

Alright, alright, you couldn’t freak out or Hoyt would be winning because it would give him a good excuse to kill you this time. It was probably why he tried to make you guess the truth earlier.

You were so screwed and you knew it. You needed to get out of this mess really quick but you didn’t know how.

And the idea of escaping from Tommy was breaking your heart quite a lot.

You didn’t want to admit it but you were slowly falling in love with him.

In your whole life, you had never met someone so gentle and caring with you.

Or someone who could make you feel so safe and adored.

In another situation, you wouldn’t have questioned yourself. You would have been certain he was your soul mate and you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.

But how could he be your soulmate when he was doing all those things?

When he opened the bedroom door to check on you, he frowned at your empty expression.

You were sitting on the bed now, staring in the void as you were trying to think of something.

You were growing desperate as you had no plan and you couldn’t form a good one. You were sure you were going to get killed now. And eaten. And not in the way you had first hoped when you had seen him for the first time.

He slowly moved closer to you until he could sit at the edge of the bed.

His hand reached for you and his touch had you come back to reality. Your eyes fell on his hand on top of yours, and you enjoyed the warmth of it.

He tenderly squeezed your hand, silently asking you what was wrong because he wanted to help and to make things alright for you.

You looked up at him with a sad smile on your lips.

“You’re cannibals” you said and panic instantly appeared in his eyes.

He had no idea what to do so he instinctively tugged you closer to him before cupping your face.

He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he would do anything for you to still want him around despite everything, how much he was sorry he couldn’t offer you anything better.

Somehow, you understood.

Maybe because you were indeed soulmates.

“I told you before, and I will say it again: you deserve better” you said and he was surprised.

“We should leave together away from this mess.” you added.

And that was your plan. The only one that seemed to lead to a happy ending for the two of you.

And he knew it.

PART IV

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soupbabe · 1 year

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Hey there! I was hoping to request how the Hewitts (Monty, Hoyt, Luda, and Tommy) react to Thomas' s/o saving their lives after a medical emergency, like a heart attack or seizure or something. Maybe the reader was a nurse/doctor before coming down to texas and it being pretty early on in Thomas and the reader's relationship, saving their lives kind of cements them as part of the family. male reader, if you don't mind

The Hewitt Family reacting to Thomas's Male! Doctor! S/o

I love love loved this prompt!! My mind was scattered so I hope you're alright with headcanons 😅 this is def more Hoyt and Monty focussed so I hope you don't mind

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Warnings: not a lot, just like some aspects of homophobia mentioned for like 2 bullet points

- I think you were a saving grace to this family, truly

- we've all seen them play doctor at home and it never ends well

- Especially for Monty

- But you weren't kept around for your medical advice, you were spared because you thought Thomas was handsome

- I think Luda Mae might've been the only one to welcome you so quickly, just because you mattered so much to Thomas

- He was so nervous about it, especially since Hoyt and Monty have been less than kind about you and him

- Their lack of respect definitely stems from some level of homophobia- they definitely view gay men as people who are inherently less masculine and therefore have to prove themselves in order to stick around

- How they treat you is dependent on your worth and work as a man and what you can serve to them

- Though I think everything changes once Hoyt suffers a heart attack

- The Hewitts were all in disarray- it was very sudden and they didn't know what to do (not to mention Hoyt would've been still agitated about the whole thing and how people were acting)

- Until you came in, took control of the situation, and mentioned you were a doctor

- It was all a matter of luck honestly- you were lucky to have a bottle of aspirin in your bag when you first arrived and an AED put in at the old police station

- You had to stay with Hoyt, Monty, and Luda Mae while Thomas ran out and get it

- While your boyfriend was away, you were dealing with making sure Hoyt stays conscious, listening to Monty telling you to hurry up and reminding you to not call 911, and explaining to Luda what was happening

- It was all very hectic and you handled it like a champ tbh

- Afterwards was a very tense couple of days

- I think Hoyt does have a little bit of appreciation of what you've done, he's a tiny tiny miniscule bit of honorable in that regard

- Definitely solidified your place in the family no matter what happens between you and Thomas

- Hoyt and Monty still poke fun and ridicule you from time to time, but it's a lot less harsh

- They recognize the effort you put in to the family and taking care of everyone

- Hell any man is respectable if you willingly volunteer to change Monty's old ass bandages

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #luda mae hewitt #monty hewitt #charlie hewitt #sheriff hoyt #the texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #the texas chainsaw massacre x reader #tcm x reader #slasher x reader #x male reader

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marvelwitchergilmore · 1 year

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Last Minute Customer

Summary; Beau Arlen x Reader -> When you’re closing up the store for the evening, you have one final customer.

Warning; Pure fluffy fluff, books, bookstore and snow.

Snow had been constantly falling for the last 6 weeks. At first, it was light and melted almost as fast as it had come. But now it was 3ft high and sent everyone into a tizzy over being able to walk.

Why you hadn't moved out of Montana by now, you didn't know. You could have gone anywhere. California, maybe? New York? Perhaps Seattle.

But no. You had decided to stay in Montana, open up a small bookstore in Helena and stick with the snowy winters.

Yet, it was all worth it.

You had been stood behind the counter, having shut early due to the weather. You had been counting your stock making sure you had enough of the popular books in stock in time for the mad-christmas dash.

That was when a knock came to the door.

"Hello?"

Rushing over, you quickly unlocked the door and let the stranger inside. He was covered in snow, his fingertips were turning red and his cheeks were flushed.

"Are you okay? What are you doing out in weather like this?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He smiled. "Sorry if I scared you."

"It's okay. Are you here to buy some books?"

He nodded, dusting off the snow with your help. Only now did you notice his shape. He was broad and tall.

"Actually, I am." He smiled. "Sorry, I should have introduced myself. Beau Arlen."

That's why he looked so familiar.

You had seen him around town every now and then, mostly making his way in and out of the coffee shop across the way, Dewell and Hoyt and some of the local stores.

"Y/N Y/L/N." you smiled back. "So, what exactly is it that you're looking for?"

"I don't know."

Your eyebrows knitted together for a moment before he pulled a piece of paper from the back of his jeans and handed it over to you.

"My daughter...she wrote me a list."

You took the list from his hands and opened it up. There was some good titles on it.

Emma, by Jane Austen.

A Christmas Carol, by Charles Dickens.

Sherlock Holmes, Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo, Dr Suess, Chronicles of Narnia.

"I think we have some of these in stock. I'll check in the back for the others."

"Thank you."

"I've still got the fire going if you want to warm yourself up." You offered, pointing over towards the two leather sofa's that sat paralle to one another beside the fire.

"Is it safe to have a fire in a bookstore?"

"The fireplace has been there since the place was first built. I only put it on in desperate conditions." You turned back with a small smile before disappearing into the back of the store to look for some of the less commonly stocked books.

Pretty much most of them you managed to find on the shelves, Beau helping.

"Whoa." You said aloud as the rolling stairs went a little further than anticipated.

"You okay?"

"Yeah."

"You want me to hold it still?"

You nodded. "If you don't mind."

You managed to reach the top of the bookshelves for the extra boxes, finally finding the last copy of A Christmas Carol.

"I'm usually banned from using this ladder." You told Beau. "Last time I was on it, I slipped from the fourth step and twisted my ankle."

Slowly, you climbed back down. Only, once you made it to the half way mark, you felt Beau's hands hold onto the back of your legs. They hovered just far enough from your skin to help you down but be close enough to catch you if you fell.

And it was a good job because just before you hit the bottom, your foot missed the step, sending you sliding down.

Thankfully, Beau took your waist into his hands and helped you safely to your feet.

"Thanks."

Beau smiled down, letting go of you once he knew you were okay. "You should probably get some safer ladders."

You smiled. "That's not the first time someone has told me that."

Beau gave you another smile and you found your words faltering in your mouth.

"Um," you stepped back and handed over the book. "Here you are. Is that everything? Not got another list in your back pocket, have you?"

Beau looked down with a soft chuckle. "No, not this time."

You rung up his order, asking if he'd like for them to be gift wrapped. "No, that's okay. Em's having me wrap them with her at home. She says I need the practice."

"It can't be that bad, surely."

Beau smiled and leaned onto the counter. "Whatever you're imagining, it's worse than that."

"Well, nothing can be worse than my parent's wrapping." You told him. "One year they just handed me a gift in a plastic bag with an upside down bow."

"What was it?"

"The gift? A vintage camera and record player." You smiled. "There up over there."

You pointed over towards the large wooden unit beside the fireplace.

"Did you take these photos?" Beau asked, looking to the postcards beside the register.

You smiled shyly. "I got bored one day and decided to go for a walk. There is a beautiful place by this canyon. There's a lake that runs just below it."

Beau studied the photo a little better. It seemed very familiar.

"Do you fish?"

"Sorry?"

You smiled, continuing to bag up the books. "I asked, do you fish? It's a good fishing spot if you ever wanted to try."

Beau clicked his fingers. "That's why I recognise it."

"Have you ever been on the hiking trail above it?" You asked.

"No, I- Uh...I haven't had the chance."

"Maybe, if you'd like, I could show you?"

Beau looked up and for a moment, he didn't know what you were asking. But the moment he did, he smiled, bowed his head to try and hide the texan blush on his cheeks, and nodded.

Finally he looked back up; "I'd like that."

"It might be a bit cold, but it's beautiful in the snow."

Beau smiled. "I'm sure it is."

"How about Saturday? If there's no big snow blizzard."

Beau nodded, paying his cash and picking up the bag of books from the counter. "Saturday it is."

Turning back around towards the door, Beau looked out to the snow.

"How long have you got left on your shift?"

You looked up to him, taping some boxes up. "Not long. Maybe about 10 minutes? Why?"

"Would you...would you like me to drive you home? With this snow and everything...I mean...what kind of Sheriff would I be if I let a citizen nearly die because of frost bite?"

You gave him a light smile and nodded. "That would be nice. Thank you."

Eventually, you closed the shop and followed him to his car. “So? How long have you been in Montana?”

“All my life,” you answered. “Mostly. I mean, I left to go to College but...I came back.”

“And the bookstore?”

You smiled as you explained the story to him on the way to your home. “It was something I always wanted to do. As a kid I had a vision board for my life - yes, I was that kid.” Beau smiled. “Anyway, I used to dream of owning my own bookstore and seeing kids like me find that place where they can go and just...be them. Pick up a book and...find another world. What about you? What made you want to be a Sheriff?”

“My dad,�� Beau began. “We use to watch all these old westerns and he used to tell me all these cool stories of what he had done that day at work. About the people he helped.”

“He was your hero?”

Beau nodded and smiled. “Yeah.”

Finally, Beau pulled up outside of your home and you unbuckled your seat-belt. “I guess I’ll see you on Saturday?”

“I guess you will.” Beau smiled.

He waited until you unlocked your door and walked inside before he pulled away.

Maybe it was a good thing you stayed in Montana after all.

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slut--for-love · 3 months

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/⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ\ﾉ Hiiii I hope anyone that's see this has a good day please remember to drink water and eat

I just wanted to say that I'm taking requests for slasher fanfics or headcannons as a way to practice my writing skills

I will write for

. Bo Sinclair

. Vincent Sinclair

. Lester Sinclair

. Rusty nails

. Billy lenz

. Jason voorhees

. Brahms heelshire

. Norman Bates

. Freddy Krueger

. Pamela voorhees

. Bubba Sawyer

. Chop top Sawyer

. Nubbins Sawyer

. Drayton Sawyer

. Thomas hewitt

. Hoyt hewitt

. Monty hewitt

. Carrie White

. Tiffany Valentine

. Michael Myers (any version of him)

. Otis Driftwood

. Baby firefly

. Eric newlon

. Jim bickerman

What I will write

. Smut

. Fluff

. Angst

. headcanons

. Platonic relationships (as in their your parents or siblings)

What I won't write

. Pedophilia

. Non-con

. Any fetishes that have to do with feces or urine

. Incest

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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Idk if it’s me or the mental breakdown but Hoyt kinda sexy tho

#slashers #horror #slasher community #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #hoyt hewitt #bruncle hoyt #sheriff hoyt

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myers-meadow · 2 years

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Thomas Hewitt snippet

Contents: short snippet of a longer multichap fic I'm working on for a Thomas Hewitt x female OC. OC is a victim, so there is lot of bad stuff just under the surface.

Rating: Teen and up?

I thought this was an interesting bit to share as I have many dreamy thoughts of life at the Hewitt House as I bake a cake for my birthday <3. I will work on this and finish it sometime, but it's long and tough to get the energy for larger projects, but I won't forget about this story.

Divider by @/thyming

When I came down the stairs, accompanied by the hulking butcher, Hoyt was at the breakfast table, leering at me. Luda Mae was making tea by the counter. She looked over her shoulder, stopping her movements as she saw me.

“Nice to see you finally took what belonged to you, boy,” Hoyt said with that nasty smirk of his. His gaze trailed over me, and even though this hid more than the broken dress I wore before, it felt as if I were nude. The butcher wrung his hands.

“Well, this isn’t proper,” Luda Mae started. “Thomas, get her something to wear. You know where the pile is.”

The pile- that must be the stuff they stole off of previous ones.

“The boy may prefer ‘er like this,” Hoyt said and I took that as a good moment to hide behind the butcher. Luda Mae tsk’ed.

“I don’t, so off you go. Go with him, too,” she said to me. “We’ve been doin’ some thinking, you can be of use to us yet.”

“Got it, ma’am,” I said, and following the butcher closely as he exited, resisting the urge to clutch his arm. The ‘pile’ was located in one of the spare rooms. There was tons of stuff, not just clothes, but toothbrushes, hygiene products, menstrual pads, soaps, books, hair brushes, sets of keys, passports. My stomach churned at the sight of it, but with the butcher right there, already digging through the clothing pile on the bed with those large hands. Shirts in all colours and sizes, jeans, some fancy blouses, and many, many different dresses. He pinched a cute baby blue one between his fingers and held it up. With shaky knees, I came closer and took it from him.

“I’m afraid that’s a bit small for me,” I mumbled, “but I can try it on.”

He took it back without hesitation, putting it by the footboard. This close his breathing was audible; steady, deep, unsettling. He found another, floral, puffy sleeves, a bit frilly for work on a farm, but it looked the be a good fit. His brow furrowed as he saw me take it from him, free hand reaching for the hem of my shirt. This was what he wanted, right? His gaze bore into me, and I pressed the dress back in his hands to take the shirt I was wearing off. His eyes widened in the split second he realised what was happening, and he briskly turned around. He held the dress out for me. I pushed it over my head, pulled my hair from the opening. The back had a little button, but it was tiny and difficult to reach.

“Sir, there’s a little button, could you help?” I asked, keeping my voice polite, but feeling tears gather behind my eyes. The dress smelt of the laundry detergent I used when I first came to the United States, nostalgia and longing overtaking my thoughts. The fabric was soft against the skin, worn. Someone loved it very much, and that thought made first tear fall. I turned around and let the butcher fiddle with his large hands in my neck, keeping my hair over my shoulder so he could see, and finally he popped the button through the loop. I tied the waist tie in a small bow. Would my favourite clothes be here one day too? They were still in a bag in my car, but who knows where that is. Who knows when they’ll discover where the car even is. It should stay there, safe for me to return to.

I twirled back around to the butcher, still fiddling with the bow. “Do you like it? Is it pretty on me?”

His eyes roved over me as if that itself was an act of devouring. Finally he gave a slow nod, but that didn’t mean as much as the look in his eyes. Even with a lot of his face hidden, his eyes were terribly expressive. I wiped my hands on the skirt, not noticed they were sweaty. The moment broke when he stepped past me and we returned to the kitchen.

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thebiggerbear · 4 months

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Jenny Hoyt x Reader - Prompt Response - "I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

Summary: You decide to ground Jenny for the day and as expected, she's pissed...or is she?

Pairing: Jenny Hoyt x Female!Reader; Jenny Hoyt x Female!Sheriff Reader

A/N: Prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting (#941). This one was so much fun to write. While I don't want to take away the title of Sheriff from Jenny (you can't tell me she didn't deserve it if Beau had left), it was interesting to explore this new dynamic.

This is meant to take place post s3.

Unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.

Warnings: implied sexual flirting; implied sex

Word Count: 2394

"I hate you." "You have a weird way of showing that."

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“Alright, Pops you head out and go talk to the ranch owner, see if you can’t get a little more out of him about what he saw.” You proceeded to give the other deputies directions but when it came to the last name on your list, you took a breath to prepare yourself. “Hoyt.”

The blonde undersheriff’s expectant blue eyes turned onto you.

“You’re grounded for today. I want you to work with Nora and go through last week’s footage of the warehouse for the Smelzner case.”

As expected, Jenny was pissed. Poppernak and the other deputies took their assignments and ran, eager to get away from the explosion that was about to happen. Nora even timidly told the blonde she’d see her over by her desk when she was ready before escaping as well. In the time all of this took, the blonde’s glare hadn’t lessened any.

You crossed your arms. “Something on your mind, Hoyt?”

She slowly approached you, leaning in slightly. “I’d like a word,” she growled out menacingly before passing you by.

Your jaw tightened but you spun around and followed her to your office. She held the door open for you and you slipped inside, already turning to face her head on. Beau had warned you that she’d be your toughest opposition when you agreed to take this job on; seeing her ice chips for eyes staring you down right now, Beau didn’t know the half of it.

She shut the door behind her, hit the blinds, and took a few steps to meet you. “You’re grounding me?”

“I am.”

She gave a slow nod. “Any particular reason?”

You shot her a look. “You know very well why I’m keeping you out of the field today.”

She let out a frustrated huff. “I told you. Another thirty seconds and that guy would have been in the wind. I had to go after him.”

“Putting yourself as well as your fellow deputies in danger.”

Jenny groaned. “Nobody was in danger!”

“Oh really? Tell that to Poppernak who almost took a bullet because he ran after you, not wanting you to be without some form of backup.” Jenny looked as if you had slapped her; you might as well have. That was a low blow, you knew, but you had to get through to her. Talking to her, pleading with her, giving her a stern warning — nothing was getting through. But the expression on her face began to break your heart. “Jenny,” you softened your tone. “You have to be more careful. What if Poppernak had gotten shot? Or what if it had been you?”

Her blue eyes were glistening but still just as fiery as before. “That wouldn’t have happened.”

“You don’t know that,” you whispered. You watched her drop her gaze to the ground and you decided to give her a moment. “Look,” You turned and headed to your desk. “Beau may have given you a free pass from time to time but I’m not going to.” You stared right at her as you stripped off your jacket, letting her know you meant business. “I’m in charge of this department and I’m responsible for every one of my deputies. I have to make sure everyone is safe.” You hung your jacket up and took your seat, glancing up at her. “And that includes you.”

Her eyes snapped up to yours and you didn’t look away. You watched as the fire in her gaze dimmed slightly to make way for a glimmer of hope that then transformed into a whole other kind of blaze. You quietly cleared your throat and began studying the contents of the file in front of you. “And while you might not be happy with that, I need to do my job. So, today, you’re with Nora. Tomorrow, we’ll see. End of discussion.”

You heard the footsteps coming closer and you briefly closed your eyes in dismay. How were you ever going to maintain your authority when she consistently challenged you? Beau just had to move back to Houston and call you up to replace him, didn’t he? You were pretty sure you owed that man a kick in the ass should he ever come back up north for that promised visit once he had Carla and Emily settled.

Within seconds, she had turned your chair to face her and she leaned down, bringing you eye to eye. “End of discussion… Is that an order, Sheriff?” She murmured, her gaze dropping to your lips that you had just subconsciously licked, giving yourself completely away. Why the hell did she have to be so goddamn gorgeous? Beau had never mentioned her beauty or how it amplified with her anger (or any other emotion).

“It’s an order, Hoyt.” You nearly winced at how your voice shook near the end of your sentence. A knowing smirk started to tilt up her full pink lips; she knew she was affecting you. You had more than given yourself away.

She dug her teeth into her bottom lip, knowing what that did to you, and flashes of what you’d like to do to her on this desk played in your mind. You had to remind yourself that you were at work, you were the sheriff, and you needed to act like it. You couldn’t have one of your subordinates spread out over your workstation, crying out and making the sweetest sounds you’d ever heard with your employees right outside the door. You were a professional and you needed to be one, dammit.

“Really?” Jenny carefully climbed onto your lap and your hands flashed to her hips to steady her. And just like that, your resolve crumbled — so much for being professional. She smirked down at you. “You sure?”

“Jenny,” you warned. “People are right outside.”

“That didn’t stop you from showing me who was boss last week,” she murmured teasingly, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

Your fingers dug into her jeans as you tried to keep those memories at bay.

She moved your hands to her ass and began to slowly grind into you, giving you a devious smile. “You could show me again, if you want,” she practically purred, a mere inch above your lips.

“Jenny,” you let out in a garbled whisper, groaning when she snuck a hand down between you and began to rub gently.

“I’ll even let you use the handcuffs this time,” she hummed into your ear.

“Fuck,” you growled before grabbing the back of her neck and pushing her down to meet you. You kissed her deeply, your hands squeezing her perfect ass as you pulled her further into you. She moaned into your mouth and her fingers began to undo the buttons at the top of your shirt but she didn’t get far when your desk phone began to ring.

You broke away, much to her dismay, and grabbed the handset. “Yeah?” You panted out, ignoring Jenny’s smug smirk as she leaned in to press kisses near your free ear.

“Sheriff, Hazel Thomas is here looking to make a report about her neighbor’s dogs again.” Madge sounded as annoyed as you were starting to feel. Hazel was the local Miss Gulch for all intents and purposes; no one wanted to deal with her if they could avoid it.

You rolled your eyes and not because Jenny had found that spot underneath your ear. “I don’t suppose there’s someone else that can take her complaint?”

“You sent out everybody except me and Harrison, and I’m manning the phones, and Harrison’s being Harrison, so no.” Typical Madge, being ever so helpful. You had a sneaking suspicion you weren’t her favorite choice for Beau’s replacement but after she served under the charming, young, and dashingly handsome Texan sheriff? (All of his words by the way) Yeah, it was a tough act to follow. You knew from personal experience.

“Alright,” you sighed. You were the sheriff after all. “Tell her to have a seat and I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“You got it, boss,” the older woman gruffed before hanging up.

You scoffed out a laugh devoid of any mirth and placed the phone back into its cradle, turning to see Jenny’s forlorn expression. “Something up?” She asked.

“Yeah.” You began buttoning back up your shirt. “I’ve gotta get out there and take a complaint.”

“Can’t Madge or Harrison take it?”

You shot her a look and she sighed, knowing full well the answer to that question. Jenny began to frown watching you undo all of her work until a small devious smirk began to form on her beautiful face. “I could take it if you want, even follow up on it if need be.”

You chuckled and gently gripped her chin, staring into her eyes. “Nice try but you’re still on desk duty for the day.”

She scoffed, shaking her head, and glared down at you. “Sometimes, I swear I hate you.”

“You have a weird way of showing that.” You inclined your head towards her current position in your lap before lightly tapping her on the ass so she would get up.

She got to her feet and you followed, making sure that your shirt was smoothed out as was your ponytail. You glanced up and found her watching you, the unhappiness clear in her blue gaze. You let out a small sigh and slipped two fingers into her belt to pull her towards you.

“Hey,” you murmured, tenderly stroking her left cheek. “It’s one day.”

“Of desk duty for doing my job.” Bitterness completely coated her tone.

“I already explained why that is. I need you to be more careful, Jenny. You’re a great cop, you’ve got great instincts, but you have to stop running headfirst into situations like that. Especially without backup.”

“I don’t always do that,” she defended. You gave her a knowing look and she rolled her eyes. “Okay, I may have done it a few times more recently but I’m only doing what has to be done. We can’t afford for some of these guys to get away.”

You framed her face with your hands. “And I can’t afford for anything to happen to you.”

Her eyes softened and she gently covered one of your hands with her own, giving you a tender smile. The moment was interrupted by the phone ringing again. One glance confirmed it was Madge once more. Apparently, Hazel was getting impatient. How unsurprising.

You let out a frustrated huff and released your hold on Jenny. “Okay, duty calls.” You placed a kiss on her forehead before moving past her.

You didn’t make it far before she grabbed your hand, urging you to look back at her. “I’ll try to be more careful,” she quietly promised you.

You nodded and squeezed her fingers. “Thank you.”

She moved closer to you and kissed you sweetly. “Are we still on for drinks with Cassie later?”

You glanced at your watch. “As far as I know, unless Hazel has something else to add to her list of daily complaints.”

Jenny was the one rolling her eyes this time. “Great. Although, it seems a little like karma for you benching me and throwing me into scanning footage with Nora for the day,” she teased.

You adjusted the tuck of your shirt one more time to be on the safe side. “Even karma steers clear of Hazel. Trust me.”

She laughed and you couldn’t help but smile at your beautiful girlfriend, leaning in to kiss her once more. “Alright, let’s get out there. The sooner we get started, the sooner we can get out of here.”

Jenny nodded, digging her teeth into her bottom lip as she smiled, and turned to head towards the door. Damn that woman, she definitely knew what that did to you. Right before she turned the knob, you laid your hand against the door to keep it shut and bracketed her in between your arms before pushing her gently up against it. “And the handcuffs are definitely coming out later,” you whispered huskily into her ear, nosing at her blonde hair. “You’ve been bad after all. And teasing me to try to get your way. A sheriff can only take so much.”

“Temporary acting sheriff,” she quipped. She knew you hated it when she said that. Damn, she really was asking for it.

You slowly slid your hand down the front of her jeans, rubbing your fingers in the right spot that evoked a gasp and had her head arching back to lay against your shoulder. “There is nothing temporary about what I’m going to do to you later,” you promised, kissing down her jaw. You got her to the point of her practically riding your hand, to the soundtrack of the nonstop ringing phone behind you, before you pulled away, making her groan in frustration. “You think about that the rest of the day, babe.” You moved past her, shooting her a wink and your best smile, and pretending to tip your invisible cowboy hat to her. “That’ll be all, Miss Hoyt.” Beau wasn’t the only one that had some Texas charm that he could turn on when he wanted to. You then opened the door and walked through it, not looking back as you made your way to Madge’s desk where the deputy and Hazel were arguing.

You had no need to look back; you knew your girlfriend was pissed at your teasing her and now she was horny as hell. You also knew she’d look for you to keep that promise later while you also held her to her own promise. You had meant what you said; you didn’t want anything bad happening to her, especially on your watch. She meant a great deal to you and you’d be heartbroken if she got hurt or worse.

While attempting to calm Hazel down and have her take a seat at Poppernak’s desk, with you taking his chair, you noticed a certain gorgeous blonde undersheriff walking past you both, her hips shaking a little more than they needed to and a certain smirk thrown your way over her shoulder before continuing towards Nora’s workstation. You smirked to yourself and got out a notepad to jot down Hazel’s complaints for today. Perhaps Beau didn’t deserve that kick in the ass after all.

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swagatron9 · 2 years

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Why do I kinda wanna write a Thomas Hewitt x reader x Hoyt threesome?

#Thomas Hewitt #Charlie hoyt #officer Hoyt #sheriff Hoyt #Hoyt #Thomas Hewitt x reader x Hoyt #thoughts?#none?#okay #leatherface

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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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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Thomas Hewitt finding you too cute to kill you headcanons

Hello everyone! I know I have some requests to work on (some are almost ready, so stay tune) but I couldn’t resist the urge to post this little idea I had for Tommy (Texas Chainsaw Massacre).

Basically, your soft, gentle and cute nature makes it impossible for him to kill you and he decides to protect you from his family!

Hope you’ll enjoy <3 Oh and friendly remember that my requests are open and I write for all the slashers!

Gender neutral reader (Hoyt calls you a “bitch”, and Luda Mea “Sweet pea”, but for me it has no gender), no physical description.

Warnings : Hoyt, murders, car crash, blood, pain, deaths, mention of cannibalism, one or two strong words, a bit of angst I guess

Thomas instantly noticed you at the gas station.

You were among a group of five people, but your soft, bubbly and funny personality caught his eyes right away.

You were joking around with your friends, taking photos and being touchy with the people you liked the most.

You were a true ray of sunshine and he had to admit he did wonder what it would be to have someone like you in his existence.

It would be so nice to have someone who would enjoy hugging and kissing him, someone who would have a bright smile on their face pretty much all the time, someone who would make his life better just by being there.

As you entered the store of the gas station to grab some snacks, you noticed his stares.

But unlike everyone else, you didn’t frown, or stare back with anger, disgust or annoyance.

No, you actually smiled at him and gently waved.

You leaned towards one of your friends as your eyes stayed on him.

He looked down, thinking that despite your gorgeous smile and your friendly demeanour, you were going to make fun of him with your friends. And despite how hurtful he thought your words would be, he decided to listen to what you were going to say.

You were whispering so he didn’t get all of it but he definitely heard: “cute giant” and “wouldn’t mind having him as my teddy bear”. Your friend answered something about his mask and you shook your head and answered something like “mysterious is hot”.

He was carrying big boxes of meat for his family, but at those words, he almost dropped one. He wasn’t used to being positively considered, even by most of his family.

He sent you another look.

You were the right amount of cuteness he needed in his life, but he didn’t believe he deserved someone like you.

He was a monster and you were a little sunshine. He belonged to his basement and he couldn’t imagine you living somewhere so filthy.

He hoped Hoyt wouldn’t ask him to kill your group. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to stay a “cute giant” for once. It would be nice if someone could see him as something else than a killer. And you didn’t seem to mind his mask either, which was nice.

He found himself daydreaming about another life, a life with you and your smile.

When he saw Hoyt’s sheriff car approaching, he tried to get back to reality.

He couldn't have that kind of thoughts about a stranger, no matter how adorable they were. He needed to focus back on work.

He still hoped nothing bad would happen to you. There was enough darkness in the world already, there was no need to kill the light that still remained.

He watched you go with your friends.

He saw you had a moment of hesitation before climbing back into the car. You watched him while biting your lips.

Two of your friends were giggling behind you and they eventually pushed you out of the car.

You nodded to yourself and decided to be brave as you walked toward him.

He had no idea what to do, so he simply stayed where he was and he prayed to God for Hoyt to stay out of this.

“Hi,” you said with a bright smile. He softly groaned in answer and waited for you to continue.

No one ever came to talk to him before, and he was feeling all shy and not pretty enough for you.

“I’m sorry to bother you… and I never go talk to people like that, I promise” you giggled as you looked up at him.

He was so freaking tall and you enjoyed the size difference a little too much for your own good.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something with me someday soon? We’re new in town with my friends. We are a group of young journalists and we have decided to investigate on the murders around here” you explained “but anyways, I’ll stick around for a while and… and you’re… someone I’d like to know more of” you tried to find your words. You didn’t want to sound too insisting or to make him feel uncomfortable.

The truth was he was 100% your style and if he even would just want to have sex with you, you would jump into his bed without an ounce of hesitation.

“Sorry, kid, but the guy ain’t talkin’” said a heavy accented voice behind you and you slightly turned around to discover the sheriff standing a few steps away from you, watching the scene with mean amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that” you looked back at the giant and you gave him another gentle smile “I probably talk enough for two anyways” you joked and it actually put Thomas at ease even though he couldn’t fully relax with Hoyt around you.

“So you would like…?” you were about to ask in a more direct way your offer to spend some time together but Hoyt put a hand on your shoulder to cut you off.

You couldn't stop yourself from having a gesture of rejection.

You were touchy and cuddly with the people you loved, but you didn’t like when weird old men were touching you.

Thomas put the boxes on the ground, and he grabbed Hoyt’s hand to remove it from you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this corrupted and evil man putting a hand on your perfect and pure person.

You blushed at the attention and you felt like you could be very safe with a man like your cute giant.

“So ya said ya were a journalist, huh?” Hoyt asked and you nodded, quite unhappy about how things were going. “Well ain’t likin’ little shits goin’ ‘round my town. So if I was ya, I’d leave right away” Hoyt tried to frighten you.

In reality, he wasn’t going to let you and your friends go, you were fresh meat to him.

“Oh yeah? Well that's a pity we already bought the house we’re going to stay in. But don’t worry, I’ll be very happy to write a paper about you” you said, because no one intimidated you in your whole life.

Thomas watched you with bright widening eyes. He had never seen anyone speaking to Hoyt like that before.

He felt the anger rising inside of his uncle, so he gently pushed the sheriff away from you.

Hoyt was quite taken aback by Thomas’ actions and he sent him a look meaning ‘you won’t protect them for long, soon you’ll have to end them and I’ll have a lot of pleasure watching this happening’.

“Thank you, big guy. Hope to see you around soon” you told your cute giant with another smile and you left.

Thomas watched you go with a heavy heart. If Hoyt hadn’t arrived, he could have hoped for a walk with you or something.

Once you were gone with your friends, Hoyt started to yell at him, but Thomas didn't care.

Your kindness made his day.

But of course Hoyt wasn’t going to let you investigate around, and of course he couldn't stand what happened between you and him, so in the evening, he had already provoked a car accident.

You and your friends were in a car upside down, hurt and half unconscious.

You wondered what happened when your eyes fluttered open and your first instinct was to get out of the car. You crawled through a shattered window but heavy boots walked to you before pressing you against the ground.

You whined in pain at the pressure of a boot on your back and you barely had the strength to look up. It was Hoyt.

“What kind of sherriff are you?” you mumbled and he let out a very sinister laugh.

You looked back at the car and that was when you noticed some of your friends were seriously hurt, just like you, and others were dead.

You remembered the gunshot and you understood Hoyt had aimed at one of your tires.

“Asshole” you murmured and he stopped laughing. He grabbed you by the arm to force you to stand up.

“Ya’ll suffer so prettily, bitch” he spat into your face.

He threw you on the ground and you fell in front of another pair of legs. You tried to look up but you collapsed.

You heard someone screaming orders at someone else, something about getting the bodies out of the car. You also felt someone carrying you as gently as possible. And then darkness.

When you opened your eyes again, there was an old woman softly taking care of your wounds.

You were laid down on a couch and she was sitting next to you. When she noticed you were awakening, she smiled down at you.

You tried to move but she shushed you and forced you to stay put.

“‘S fine, sweet pea, ‘s fine. Ya need some rest” she whispered to you.

You looked around and wondered where you were and why you weren’t already dead or in some kind of torture chamber.

“The sheriff…” you started and she sighed.

“I’m sorry ‘bout my son’s manners.” she said and you looked at her with pure horror. You were in the devil’s lair.

“My friends…” you whispered again.

“I’m sorry for them, sweet pea.” she replied and you started to silently cry.

“Don’t cry, it’d upset Tommy” she said as she pressed a handkerchief on your face so it wouldn’t be stained by your tears.

“Tommy?” you asked and she nodded and smiled.

“He said you’ve been very kind to him” she said “thank ya for that” she added and you understood she was talking about the “cute” giant.

As if he had heard his name - which he probably had - he appeared in the room. He didn’t dare to look at you but he subtly checked on you.

The woman stood up and left the two of you alone.

Thomas was feeling too ashamed and upset about the situation because he knew he could have hoped for something better, and he was about to leave as well but you softly whispered his name and he turned back to you in surprise.

You weren’t going to die here, you promised yourself and you hoped your giant would help you.

“Don’t let him hurt me, please” you said as you reached for Thomas’ hand.

He was so unused to being touched, that he didn’t react at first. But soon enough he was kneeling in front of you and keeping your hand in his.

He thought of all the blood his hands were usually drawing out of people, so it was pleasant to use them in a gentle manner… Even if he still believed he didn’t deserve to be so close to an angel like you.

Thomas had never been treated that way before, and he was falling in love very fast and very hard with you.

He nodded. Of course he wasn’t going to let anything happen to the only person who smiled at him the way you did earlier.

You faintly smiled this time and you didn’t know if you could push your luck.

“Would you let me go?” you asked him and you instantly saw the conflict and the pain flashing into his pretty brown eyes. Your instinct of survival thought of something else.

“I mean, you could hide me somewhere? You must know an abandoned place around. I’m too weak to run away from you anyways” you tried to smoothly talk to him. “I’m sure you would take a great care of me” you continued and it was working a lot more than you thought.

The man loved the idea of having you all to himself and being able to take care of you.

He finally nodded and your eyes lit up. He loved the look of that as well.

He sent a quick glance at the clock and he knew he didn’t have much time to get you out of the house. He knew Hoyt was going to be very angry at him, but it was totally worth it.

He scooped you up into his arms and you cuddled closer, feeling safe against him, no matter how precarious your situation was.

Thomas’ heart was melting.

He very carefully got you out of the house from the back door and walked with assurance into the garden, before moving through a little alley on the left.

You were now hidden behind trees, cars and little cabins.

You had no idea where you were going, but something inside of you trusted Thomas.

You soon enough arrived in front of an abandoned house. The inside was a mess, but when Thomas climbed downstairs, into the basement, you discovered a nice little place, quite dusty and with old child drawings laying on the ground.

You understood that it probably was his secret haven when he was a child.

“You aren’t going to kill me because I asked you out?” you finally wondered out and Thomas didn’t look at you. He was madly blushing under his mask. He simply nodded.

You softly pressed a kiss on his chin, on both his mask and skin, and he blushed even more if that was possible.

You were definitely too cute to die.

And he was definitely too in love with you to let you go.

PART II

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missjellyhead · 3 months

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THOMAS HEWITT X READER | Thomas fucking fem!reader in the middle of the night.

note: I'm back AND I JUST WANT THOMAS FAT FUCKING DICK!

Warnings: nsfw, somnophilia, light dacryphilia.

Thomas is so obsessed with your pussy that he simply can't control himself.

He is constantly pushing his fingers between your wet folds, penetrating as deep as he can, just to feel how you squeeze them. He does this countless times whenever he takes a break from hard work.

Even at night, when you're sleeping peacefully next to him. Thomas hugs you from behind, trapping your smaller body against his chest.

He hopes you don’t get mad at him for touching you in your sleep. He will make sure to apologize later. You're so adorable now that he can't control the urge to fuck you, he can't control his own hands.

But the fact is that Thomas touches you slowly, his unmasked face pressed against your neck as he inhales your scent.

Thomas loves your smell! He could stay there for a few minutes, but his erection starts to bother him. He needs to be inside you as quickly as possible.

Thomas is trying not to lose control as he positions himself between your legs and pulls your pants down. Then he sees her naked pussy and, oh my God, he feels like a wild animal in heat.

He never had that feeling before he met you.

Thomas is always very concerned about making penetration as comfortable as possible for you. He knows he has a dick fat enough to make you cry if you're not properly prepared.

But to be honest, he hopes that his fingers inside you previously, even if for a short time, were enough.

It was not enough.

Because when he takes his dick out of his pajama pants and sticks it in your waiting hole, you suddenly wake up with a start, letting out a tearful scream.

But don’t worry, it’s just your grown man trying to relieve his own lust.

Thomas looks at you in silent apology, but doesn't stop pushing to give you time to adjust.

He holds your arms, guiding them to his own shoulders, encouraging you to hold him firmly.

And you do.

And Thomas wastes no time in accelerating his movements.

He hopes you don't make too much noise, or you'll wake up the other family members. Privately, he hopes Hoyt doesn't wake up. Oh, that old sheriff is definitely the locksmith type, and no one can tell me otherwise!

He places a large hand over your mouth, muffling your tearful but undeniably needy sounds.

You're just a sweet little thing who needs to cum, aren't you? But look, Thomas has worked so hard all day, he's so tired and needy. ~ Isn't it fair that he cums first?

Your pleasure always comes first for him, but tonight you will have to wait a little.

He will reward you, don’t worry.

Thomas grabs your legs and pushes them up, leaving you as exposed as possible. He needs more space to fuck you properly. He wants to make sure he's getting his dick as deep as possible.

Thomas closes his eyes tightly, feeling your hot, wet walls squeezing his dick.

He usually lasts a long time, but now he is completely desperate.

He looks at you, all sweaty and cute thrown on the sheets just for him. He can see a tear running down his face and makes sure to wipe it away quickly. Are you crying because it feels so good or is it just a vestige of the initial pain? Thomas is in doubt, until he hears you moan against his hand in such a lascivious way.

This view combined with your delicious pussy is enough to make him cum.

In a few seconds, you feel Thomas’ sperm filling your hole to the limit.

When he pulls out, cum oozes out of your pussy, running down the curve of your ass and dripping onto the sheets.

Thomas uses his fingers to push the cum back into her pussy.

Even though Thomas is panting now, exhausted and ready to sleep, he keeps stroking your butt, just to make sure you feel good enough.

Then he looks at you and tilts his head to the side.

Do you know what he means: do you need to cum or are you too tired to do so? He just needs your confirmation.

If you are tired, still a little drowsy and prefer to go back to sleep, he will hug you and pull you close. He will rub your back until you fall asleep. However, Thomas will still want you to feel great the next day when you are finally rested. He will make you cum as many times as you want.

But if you're already wide awake after he fucks you like a damn fleshlight, then he'll be between your legs in the same second, sucking your pussy. Thomas doesn't even care about tasting his own cum. He never said anything, but he thinks it's better that way, because he can taste the mixed tastes, yours and his.

sorry for any spelling mistakes, english is not my first language

#leatherface x reader #slasher x reader #slasher x s/o #slasher x y/n #slashers #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #slasher fandom #the texas chainsaw massacre

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 years

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Dance with me, Darlin’

Description; Beau Arlen x Reader - After a long case, Beau gets you to open up to him about what’s really been going on.

Warning: Criminal Minds level Violence, mentions of death etc.

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When you had first made it to Big Sky, it had been...a journey. Going from working as just a street cop in Ohio to heading back home to Virginia to work as a Homicide detective for a while, to then heading to work with the FBI in their Behavioural Analysis Unit for a while to just six months ago getting a call saying they had a more...calming job for you in Montana. Big Sky, to be more precise.

But that was just the bigger journey of life. The car ride into Big Sky was also kinda hectic.

You had hit multiple pieces of traffic along the way. You had dealt with at least two empty tanks - mostly because of the traffic. And then your car had finally broke down outside of a Private Investigator’s office.

God, that felt like a life time ago.

You, with annoyance clear in your aura, got out of the car. The door slammed a little too hard than you had wished it to behind you, but you couldn’t concentrate on that right now.

At least your home that you were renting wasn’t that far. Maybe a 10 mintue walk?

“Screw you.”

“Is everything okay?”

You turned around to see a dark haired woman and a blonde one stood side by side, clearly just having come from the building in front of you.

“Yeah.” The words came out as both relief and annoyance. “Just this stupid thing. I’ve got extra fuel in the back.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You looked back to her from the trunk of your car.

“I’m Cassie, by the way. This is Jenny.” You shook their hands.

“Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

The cloud of annoyance had now grown sparse, slowly developing into plain tiredness as you flipped the cap off the fuel tank.

“Yeah,” you sighed. “like I said; this stupid thing. Traffic all the way coming up here...it’s a freaking nightmare.”

“Where are you travelling from?” Jenny asked.

“Uh...Virginia.” you answered. But it wouldn’t have really mattered what you had said since she was round the front of your car checking out your plates.

To be honest, you couldn’t blame her. Some wild stranger breaks down in front of your building? You’d be curious and cautious, too.

“I’m...uh...I’m meant to be starting a new job in-” you checked your watch. Oh, crap. “In a couple of hours.”

“Where are you starting?”

“Police department.” you answered, chucking the closed and empty fuel container back into the trunk and closing the top.

“Oh, I’m deputy Sheriff.” Jenny answered.

“Jenny...Hoyt.” you then looked up to the building sign. Dewell and Hoyt. “God, I-I should have made the connection. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.” she smiled. “It’s been a long drive.”

“About four days.” you added. “I don’t fly. I know it’s easier but...I don’t like it.”

“You’re scared of flying?”

“Maybe a little.”

Even the conversation about planes made you on edge.

“Well, you’re lucky. Most things you’ll need are within driving distance.”

You smiled. “Great.”

“I’m just about to head to the station. You can follow me up. They’re doing something on the main road so you’ll have to take the back ones.”

“Okay.” you answered. “Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too.” Cassie smiled. “I’m sure we’ll see one another again, soon.”

“Probably.” you agreed.

You’d heard a couple of stories about Jenny and Cassie in the last couple of months before you made the transfer. All good. Mostly badass.

“You’ll get to meet our Sheriff but I have to warn you, he’s a chatty one.”

You smiled. “Kinda gathered.” You had been on the phone twice in total with Sheriff Beau Arlen. Both were pleasent experiences. He seemed liked a good man, and a good Sheriff. You explained all of this to Jenny and Cassie.

By the time you had made it to the Police Department you had already fallen in love with Deputy Poppernak. He was a nice change from the seriously-stern-oak-tree-shoved-up-their-asses cops you’d dealt with in your time. Most of them believed they were Agents at the FBI and had the same power as judges in court.

And it was nice to have a Sheriff who clearly understood his job but still managed to find the light in certain situations.

Working with the BAU and as a cop had shown you how terrible some of them could be at their jobs. How they didn’t actually want the job or how they only took it so they could seem powerful compared to everyone else.

It wasn’t long before you began to feel like you fitted in, in Big Sky.

Whenever you had time, you’d go and hang out with Jenny and Cassie at the Boot Heel - Beau joining 80% of the time. Or you were with Denise in Dewell and Hoyt. She’d tell you all the gossip that was going on in town over a lasanga or tacos. And then, if you weren’t at home on your own, you’d be with Popp in the Police Department. He’d tell you all about his family and fishing whenever you both had to go through boring paperwork.

But that wasn’t to say you’d all had your fair share of dangerous situation.

There had been a couple of cases from three homicides to kidnappings. Your expertise in Behavioural Analysis came in handy on most cases. It gave the department an opportunity to see the crime from another point of view. One they hadn’t fully had before.

But, in recent weeks one case had been getting to you. And that was something they all could see.

From the moment the case came in, your blood had frozen over. It felt all too similar. All too familiar. And when Beau had to pull an old file - a file you had seen too many times to count - that was when the shift fully set in.

Three girls dead. Three more taken in the space of a few weeks. And one of those three died in a ‘fire’ the night before.

For weeks, you worked day and night with the rest of the team. At first, you did everything in your power to avoid the topic. To avoid the case. But you couldn’t.

And that had all come to a head just a few hours ago.

Finally! Freaking finally! He’d been outsmarted. Cornered.

But you were the only one there.

And you froze.

All those years. All those nightmares. They all came down to this man. This sick, twisted, vile man.

His voice just echoed in your ears, over and over as he moved around the empty room, going unnoticed. You didn’t know what to do, where to point your gun? As much as you had him trapped, he had you in just the same position.

“Do they know?” he’d asked you. “Do they know that you think of me?”

Your blood was rushing faster, and faster, and faster. Until finally...Jenny rushed inside. He came out of hiding. And you shot. But not before he shot first.

He couldn’t fully see where to point, but he got you anyway. Just a graze. But he still got you.

Jenny had stopped dead in her tracks looking between the body on the floor and you. She could see the look in your eyes. The same look she’d seen every time they discussed the case. Only, now it was more clear.

It was a look of fear, panic and anger.

“It’s over.” was all you said as she slowly took your gun from your hands which still had it pointing up - but you were slowly lowering it. And, eventually, you managed to make eye contact with her when she placed a hand on your shoulder, too. “It’s finally over.”

Jenny nodded. “It is.” before she looked to the door and saw Beau. He’d checked the man’s pulse. Gone. Forever.

“Hoyt!” Popp called from behind them.

“Is okay,” Beau reassured Jenny as he placed a hand on your other shoulder and arm. “I’ve got her.”

Jenny nodded before rushing to find Poppernak.

“Come on, let’s find a medic.”

You hadn’t spoke a word after that.

Beau led you outside to a medic, standing to the side a little so he could watch them patch you up. You’d live. It might hurt for a few days, but you’d be okay.

And now, you sat in a booth at the Boot Heel.

You would have probably been sat either in Dewell and Hoyt or at home, alone. But Beau had dragged you out to go with him, Jenny and Cassie to the bar. Clearly, this case was more than just a case. And he needed to know why.

“Hey,” Beau knocked your leg with his foot gently under the table. You were sat with one leg and arm up on the back of the booth, your back leaning against the wall as you watched the others in the bar dance to the band. “Talk to me.”

You pulled yourself from your thoughts and looked at him, taking hold of the cold beer beside you.

“What?”

“This case.” Beau stated. “Clearly it meant something to you. I tried to check your records with it and it’s all blacked out. And I want answers. I need answers.”

You sighed. You were going to have to tell them at some point. You had hoped you’d never have to speak of it again. You had a pscheval that cleared you. You had medical exams that cleared you. You were capable of working the case. You had worked the case. But that didn’t stop the reality of something this big hitting you.

“It’s just me and you, Darlin’.”

That was true.

Cassie and Jenny were at the bar being chatted up by two guys.

Beau let you take a moment. You shifted your bullet-grazed arm from the back of the booth chair and place your other leg on the ground before finding the courage - all while scratching the label from your beer bottle - to look at him.

You took a deep breath and slowly began to explain.

“It was back when I worked Homicide.”

“Okay,”

“I was going from case to case. Most offenders left so much DNA behind we caught them soon enough. But then this once case came in. A young girl. 15. Missing. I didn’t worked missing person’s cases but it had made it’s way through to me. She’d been missing for a month an she matched a Jane Doe I had come across about a week earlier. No DNA. No evidence. No nothing. Until one of my deputies came through with a patern. It was our guy. Countless of women across the city. In my part of town, it had only been two women but across Virginia? Maybe 15? Anyway, the case went cold but I kept it open. But then I got the call to join the BAU. I took it but the case stayed with me and then one day...another girl came through. And another. And another. He was esculating. And we thought we had caught the guy - turns out it wasn’t him.”

“How’d you know?”

“I got a package in the mail the next morning.” you answered. It was like it was just yesterday. “A photo, a note and a piece of burnt flesh. Hers. He’d got another girl. We found her two days later. For months we worked on the case and each time we came close but he knew.” You gave a small laugh, an angle of your head and a scratch of the label again. “He always knew. Always just one step ahead of us.”

You paused for a short moment, trying to put your emotions on hold for the next few moments. But Beau just waited.

“Anyway,” you could feel your nerves starting to get to you now. “The case had gone cold. Again. Until I got home after a case in Florida. Everything was normal. I thought I was safe.”

This wasn’t good.

“Until I was stood in my kitchen and was taken from behind. We faught. I managed to grab a kitchen knife and stab him but he found my gun hidden under my kitchen island while I was away. Shot be twice before using my blood to write on the floor beside me. You’ll never catch me. I’ll always be with you. That’s what he wrote. I was in the hospital for a few weeks. But when I went back...it wasn’t the same. One of my teammates, Emily...she’d gone back to my house to try and scrub away the blood but it was like I could still see it. Like I could still see my blood around me and on me. Then, after a few months, I got the call from the Director about a slightly calmer job. They knew I wouldn’t stop working so maybe a calmer situation was best.” You looked back to Beau, a small smile on your face. “And then you called. And I took the job and...now we’re here.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You looked down for a moment and closed your eyes, shaking your head. “Don’t be. I had - well, the Director and I had one of the tech analyisists black out my file. Garcia - even she couldn’t get into it. The team knew most of what had happened to be but some things I wanted to keep to myself.”

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this earlier?”

“I didn’t want to go back.” you answered honestly. “I have enough flashbacks as it is. And my team back in Quantico...they all knew and I could see that look in their eyes. That look that was watching my every move, just waiting for me to explode or crumble. I love them, but I couldn’t take it. And I can’t take it from any of you, either.”

“Well...” Beau made sure you were looking at him. “If you ever want to talk, I’m here.”

You nodded with a weak smile on you face. “I know.”

A few minutes of silence passed between you two. Cassie and Jenny were still busy at the bar and the band was still playing. You were watching people dance on the wooden floors and, as Beau turned back to look at you, he got an idea.

Shifting from his side of the booth, he finished his ceer and held his hand out.

“Come on.”

You looked to him with a small laugh. “What?”

“We’re dancing.” he told you. “Come on.”

“Beau...”

He held out his hand, that look in his eye. He wasn’t letting an opportunity like this pass.

“Dance with me, Darlin’.”

You looked to the crowd with a small scoff - was he really asking you to dance?

“But I don’t know how.”

He gave a small shrug and pout. “We’ll learn together.”

It took a moment, but you agreed and he took your hand, pulling you up and towards the dance floor.

“Like this?” You placed your hand in his and your other on his arm.

Beau nodded, then placing his hand on your waist to pull you a little closer and you both, slightly awkwardly but still comfortable, danced.

He spun you out before pulling you back in and before you knew it, the awkwardness was gone and replaced with smiling faces and laughter.

Meanwhile, back at the bar Jenny handed Cassie a 10 dollar note.

“What-?”

“Look.”

On the dance floor, yourself and Beau were now in a slightly slower dance. Close. Intimate. Or close to it, anyway. Either way, Jenny knew she’d lost.

Cassie smiled widely. “Ah-ha. I knew it.”

“Yeah, yeah, gloat all you like.” Jenny took a sip of her beer.

“Before you know it, they’ll be like Bonnie and Clyde but on the good side of the law.”

Jenny pointed to Cassie as she swallowed her beer. “I am not betting you on that.”

“Ten bucks it’s in the next two years.”

Jenny grumbled. “Fine. But this time I am having Denise take note because I’m still sure I won the bet about those two becoming friends.”

“Hell no, I won that one.”

“Whatever you say.” Jenny answered before they both looked back to Beau and yourself.

“They look happy, don’t they?”

“Yeah,” Jenny smiled. “They do.”

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kiss-theggoat · 4 months

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I’m back again! I’m a sucker for Thomas Hewitt okay, and there isn’t enough about him! I was wondering if you could do another fic about him, a childhood friend of Thomas’s who moved away comes back in town. She ends up staying with them while she is in town, unknowingly having interrupted their killing plans, leaving a victim down in the basement and unknown from reader. But when the family isn’t home (who knows why) victim escapes and attacks reader. Reader attacks back but ends up killing the victim on accident. In fear she hides the body but the guilt kills her and she ends up telling Thomas. (I know out of character stuff)

A/N: Thank you for the request, I really love writing for Thomas and hope you like! 🖤

Surprise!

Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader

Word Count: 3K

Summary: After years of being away from home, you finally decide to visit your hometown…only to see it’s been shut down. Only one family still lives there, and thankfully, you know them, and they offer to let you stay there! But…after a few days, you start to sense that something isn’t right.

TW: Canon-Typical Violence

The drive to Texas was long, but as you watched the dust and sagebrush go by, your chest swelled with excitement. You hadn’t been back in your hometown since your parents made you leave when you were younger, and now that you finally had your own car and your own money, the first thing on your list was to visit that sleepy little Texas town you’d missed since you left. The only issue was that as you kept driving…you noticed that all of the street signs leading to town were decrepit. You thought…well, you’d been gone a long time…just normal wear and tear under the Texas sun, right?

Wrong.

As you drove into town…you felt your chest tighten at the state of things. Almost every single building was boarded up, windows shattered and spray painted, signs on the ground and covered in dust. There was no way that anyone lived here, hell, the only stoplight in town didn’t even work…

Your car sputtered to a stop in front of what used to be your favorite little convenience store. Where you used to go inside and beg your mom to buy you all of the candy she said was off limits. The same store you got caught stealing a candy bar with your best friend and thought you both might get arrested by the sheriff. You slammed your car door shut, dust clouding around you in a plume of sadness in nostalgia. It was so quiet…not even a cricket…until you heard a siren.

How can an abandoned town have law enforcement? You raised a hand to block the relentless sunlight, turning to the source of the sound, where an old cop car rolled up beside you. The tint on the windows was definitely illegal, but thankfully, the sheriff slowly rolled it down, revealing his scowling face, eyes blocked by sunglasses.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doin’ in town?” He asked, lip stuffed with chew. His voice was gruff, but sounded so oddly familiar to you. You leaned in closer, eyes squinting in order to get a better look at him. You peered at the name badge…Hoyt. That didn’t sound familiar at all…but then he said your name. You continued to look at him in confusion as he pulled his sunglasses off, his eyes full of recognition. This man obviously knew you…but who was he?

He stepped out of the car and shut the door, leaning against it as he spit a puddle of black sludge onto the ground. “Well I’ll be damned. Thought I’d never see your pretty face again.”

“I’m sorry…it’s been a long time since I’ve been here and…the name Hoyt doesn’t ring any bells.” I told him, pointing at the nameplate on his chest.

“Oh this is a buddy’s uniform. Lost my own badge. The name Hewitt ring any bells? Charlie Hewitt.” He spit again, closer to your shoe this time, making you cringe and step away just a little. At first, you didn’t remember the name Hewitt either…until you remembered Thomas. The one boy in your class that never came to school, was always bullied or called names because of his face. Your eyes lit up as you made eye contact with him, a smile spreading onto your lips.

“Hewitt! Yes! I remember Thomas.” You said happily. If the Hewitt family was still here, then the town couldn’t be completely shut down, right?

This seemed to annoy Charlie in a way, his lip curling up into a sneer at the sound of Thomas’ name. “Course you remember that big oaf. Hard to miss ‘im.” He spat the rest of his chew onto the ground, wiping his lip with the back of his hand, “Where you plannin’ on stayin’?”

This made you sigh. You were hoping the little motel would still be open, but you’d just driven past it, and from the looks of it, its only residents were probably rats and roaches. “Well, actually…I probably have to drive back to Austin tonight. I didn’t know the town had…” you stopped talking, eyes landing on Charlie’s wrinkled face, not wanting to say anything rude about the hometown you shared.

“Gone under?” He broke out into a wheezy laugh, making it very clear to you that he’d probably been smoking like a chimney since you left. “Yeah. Not a lotta folks left. But Austin’s a long way and it’s gettin’ dark…not safe for a pretty little thing like you to be alone.” The way he spoke sent shivers down your spine. You knew him…but he seemed …different. His eyes had a sinister glow to them, the way he stared down at your chest made you want to hop in your car and never come back. “Why don’t you come stay at the house? M’sure Luda Mae would love havin’ another girl around.” He took a step closer to you, eyes still focused where they shouldn’t be.

You spoke quickly, definitely quick enough to make your uneasiness known. “No, that’s okay…I really don’t mind driving back into the city.”

This seemed to amuse Charlie. “Oh, we insist. Tommy will be there…don’t think he’s seen someone like you in his whole life.”

For some reason, the mention of Thomas made you actually want to go. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but your memories of Thomas, while very little, were only fond. He was a big kid for his age, and very misunderstood, but always very kind and quiet. And…he did say there would be another girl there, right? So you wouldn’t just be alone with this creep. Maybe going to visit the Hewitt’s would be a nice walk down memory lane.

“Okay…sure. It is getting pretty late, I guess.” You agreed, making him smile and show off his stained yellow teeth.

“Perfect. Just drive behind me.” He told you, opening the door to his cop car.

The drive to the Hewitt’s home was longer than you’d thought, and their house was huge. As you parked behind Charlie, you stared up at the house in awe, seeing every single window illuminated. You supposed that with the entire town pretty much out of commission, they owned whatever property they wanted. Your shoes crunched against the gravel as Charlie led you inside, and the moment he opened the door, a feeling of discomfort settled deep in your stomach.

The house was cozy, but eclectic. Too eclectic, like every item inside belonged to a different owner at some point in time. It smelled like a mixture of expired perfume and rotting meat, a sickeningly sweet film settling on your sweaty skin, making it hard to breath inside the home. You stuck a smile on your face anyways, not wanting to seem rude as you were led into the dining room. It seemed as though you were interrupting dinner, everyone already seated in front of their bowls, full of some sort of stew. Your presence immediately turned heads, all six eyes fixed on you and Charlie standing in the doorway.

“Well I don’t believe it…” The lady whispered, who you immediately recognized to be Luda Mae. God, she’d gotten old. You remember her being old when you were in elementary school, and part of you wondered how she was still alive. Across from her sat an elderly man, who somehow looked twenty years older than her. He was sitting there, eyes on you but unfocused, like he was staring at the air between you and the table. Last to meet your gaze was Thomas.

Your heart sank when you saw him, or what was exposed. The leather mask covering his face upset you beyond reason. You knew that Tommy had been bullied for his looks when you guys were little, but never thought he’d make a custom mask to wear, even around his family, and at dinner for god's sake. That’s when it occurred to you, he wasn’t even eating.

“Found ‘er down by the old gas station lookin’ for a place to stay. Ain't she pretty?” Charlie asked, his voice low and predatory as walked towards his seat at the head of the table. The way he spoke about you, like you were just a piece of meat, made your skin crawl.

You gave everyone a polite smile and a little wave before speaking. “Well, I expected the motel to still be open…really, I can find somewhere else to stay, I hate to impose if-“

“Oh don’t be silly!” Luda interrupted. “We’d love to have you. You’ve just gotten so pretty…hasn’t she Tommy?” Your eyes shot to a very flustered looking Thomas, his eyes fixed on his steaming bowl of stew, still untouched.

“Please dear, have a seat, you’re just in time for dinner.”

To be completely honest…you didn’t want to eat their dinner. Something about the house and their demeanor made you want to leave, but if there was one thing you learned about growing up in Texas, it was to accept the hospitality.

“Thank you, Luda Mae.” You said softly, accepting the seat beside Thomas. Charlie scooped a full ladle of soup into a bowl and set it in front of you. With clammy hands you grabbed the spoon, noticing that none of their silverware matched. The spoon you had was delicate, handle slim with swirled details adorning the shiny silver.

All of the Hewitt’s stared at you with prying eyes as you scooped yourself a bite. It contained a chunk of meat, a carrot, and an onion, along with the broth they soaked in.

The moment that stew touched your tongue, you knew something was wrong. The meat tasted off, way too gamey. You’d had your fair share of meats, different kinds of game and homemade foods made with hunting prizes but this…unlike anything you’d ever tasted. It was tender, and didn’t taste bad, but the unfamiliar taste tainted the whole soup, causing alarm bells to go off in your head.

You were soon distracted by the sounds of the family scarfing down their own dinner, spoons hitting porcelain and lips smacking. In no time, your bowl was empty, and so was everyone else’s…except for Thomas’. But, this seemed normal among dinner time as Luda Mae cleared the dishes without a word.

“Tommy. Show our guest to ‘er room for the night, would ya?”

The wooden chair screeched against the floor when Thomas stood. He just seemed to keep going…he towered over you. You craned your neck to stare at him, mouth open and eyes widening. You stood from your own chair, noticing how much larger he was than you. You stood at his chest, and he easily doubled you in width.

Without a word he started walking past you, and you figured he meant for you to follow, so you did. The more you explored the house, the less cozy it got, and by the time you made it to the guest room, it was plain and simple, just a bed with white sheets in the middle of an empty room. Thomas stood at the door, taking up the entire entrance.

“Thank you, Thomas.” You said quietly, giving him a small smile that made him turn away from you. “It’s really nice to see you.”

The longer you stared, the more you realized that he was still the same old Tommy. A gentle giant with pretty brown eyes that sucked you in until you didn’t want to look away.

Just as you were getting lost in your thoughts, Charlie shoved Thomas aside, holding your bag that you’d left in your car.

“‘Ere you go, gorgeous.”

“Thanks, Charlie…” you said softly, grabbing the bag. That was nice of him, but you don’t remember giving him your car keys…

“My rooms just downstairs if you need anythin’.” Charlie sent you an uncomfortable wink, reminding you to lock your door tonight, and walked away. Thomas stood with his head down, still in the doorway.

“Uhm…goodnight, Thomas.” You said softly, a smile gracing your face again. This time, he looked at you. And you could’ve sworn that before you closed the door, his eyes crinkled, like he might’ve smiled too. You closer the door, and grumbled at the lack of a lock, finally getting ready for bed.

A shriek yanked you from your peaceful slumber, making you sit up straight in bed. Your heart was pounding, and you reached over to turn on the small bedside lamp. You were hoping it was just a nightmare, something you could just ignore and go back to the weirdly comfy mattress but the longer you sat there, the more you heard. Footsteps, whispering…but they sounded so frantic. Not like someone getting up for a glass of water or a midnight snack.

Slowly and hesitantly, you walked towards the door and pulled it open, bare feet finding every single splinter in the floor until you were finally in the hallway, staring down the stairs in the dark with wide, fearful eyes. Everything seemed fine…until a woman stumbled into your field of vision. She was bloody, open wounds on her back in an odd spot…did she just break into the house? She was near the front door and none of the Hewitt’s were with her. You stared at her, panicking, especially when you made eye contact.

Your blood went cold and you quickly backed up, barely hanging onto the banister.

“You have to help me, please! You have no idea what is going on here, we have to get out, you have to help me!” The girl started to ramble, but her voice was a whisper-like scream. Her bloodied hands hit the stairs and she began to crawl towards you.

You stared blankly, overcome by the fear and shock of seeing her inside the home…before you knew it, she made it to you. She gripped your ankle with a sticky hand, pulling you closer to the stairs. “Please!” She hissed, her eyes wide and crazed.

Instinctively, you tried to kick her hand away from you, pulling away. You felt your breathing speed up, panic overwhelming you. “Get off me!”

Her eyes flashed with realization, and she immediately recoiled. “You…you’re one of them…oh my god!” She wailed, voice full of dread and tears flowing down her cheeks. One of them? What did that even mean? This sorrow and dread only lasted a few seconds…before she turned to rage. Her face scrunched and it was like she’d been struck by lightning, body invigorated and suddenly strong enough to function. She stood and lunged at you, hands on your shoulders.

Your breath left your lungs as she slammed you against the wall, the back of your head aching in a way it never had before. In an attempt to get her off of you, you pushed her as hard as you could, feeling the slick blood on her shoulder and her neck where your hands hit her. Your eyes were closed tightly as you shoved, but it didn’t take vision to know what happened to her. Her body stumbled down the stairs, thumping all the way down, groans and grunts escaping her as she trailed blood all the way down.

You covered your mouth with your trembling hands…you’d just killed someone…you felt nauseous, you could feel your stomach turning as you stared at her body at the bottom of the stairs, laying limp. You prayed and prayed that she’d move, but she never did. A door slammed open from somewhere downstairs and that’s when you realized…

You’d just killed someone inside of someone else’s home. Tears rolled down your face and you slid down the wall to the ground, knees shaking and unable to support your weight anymore. Heavy footsteps approached the dead body at the bottom of the stairs…and Thomas came into your field of view. He stared nonchalantly at the woman, but turned to face you when he heard your sob.

“Thomas I’m so sorry I don’t know what happened…” you whispered, face bright red from crying and entire body shaking. Thomas stood still for a moment, but when he started moving, nothing could’ve stopped him. He knelt on the stairs in front of you, huge hand taking yours.

The warmth radiated through your fingers and up into your arms, making them feel less shaky and cold and traumatized. You stared up at Thomas, bleary eyes filled with tears, realizing that he wasn’t mad…or scared…he wanted to help you. Relief overwhelmed you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from moving closer to him, arms wrapped around his broad waist, head buried against his chest. With your panicking, you barely noticed the fact he wore a button up and a leather apron, droplets of blood smearing against your cheek. You didn’t care. Thomas wrapped his tree trunk arms around you and held you against him…it was like nothing else mattered. Comfort washed over you and for a moment you felt like you hadn’t just killed a woman for no reason.

“S-she just attacked me, she jumped at me and grabbed me and she was yelling and-“

Thomas’ hand gently stroked your hair as if to shush you, his cheek resting against the top of your head as he held you as close as he could.

There was nothing that would stop him from being close to you. Not the three bodies in the basement, and definitely not the bitch that hopped off the hook.

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"The only monster I see is you!"

Thomas Hewitt x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Fingering! Swearing, fighting, threats of death.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

@goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️

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"Shut the hell up!" Hoyt yelled, Luda nodded and went back to what she was doing.

He got really close to Tommy, jabbing him in the chest with his finger, "You nearly let them get away!"

"Well he didn't!" Y/n yelled back.

Hoyt turned toward her, his eyes wide and his mug wound. He took out his gun and pressed it against her stomach, Y/n didn't flinch.

"You got nothin to say, last year you were thinking he was a monster as he was chasing you through the field."

"The only monster I see here, is you. One day you're gonna get too close to Tommy, you're gonna say the wrong thing, harm the wrong person...and he'll hurt you. Oh, I'll be there Hoyt. I'll be there laughing! Laughing as I watch him saw you in half and you'll deserve everything second of pain you feel!"

"You dumb little city bitch, I remember your screams as he carried you into the house and down to the basement."

"Stop! Please!" She cried, "Let go of me!" Tommy laid her down on his work table, strapping her arms and legs down and taking out a large sharp knife.

Y/n stopped pleading, she's seen horror movies and heard crazy stories. The girls who cry and scream are the ones who piss off the killer and get brutally murdered.

Tommy dragged the blade over her stomach, making Y/n close her eyes. A gentle moan accidentally slipped past her lips.

Tommy stopped and looked down at her, Y/n's reaction stunned him. He slowly repeated the motion with the blade, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Don't fuckin play with her!" Hoyt yelled, marching down the stairs. "You fuckin kill her!"

Tommy's eyes remained on Y/n, she didn't look afraid. He held up his hand towards Hoyt, causing him to stop.

"What? So she moans like a pretty slut, a lot of women do."

Hoyt watched their interaction, flipping his hands in the air and stopping back upstairs. Tommy picked up his chainsaw, gently sliding the flat edge against her cheek. He watched as her eyes darkened and she rubbed her thighs together.

"Please..." She whispered.

He dragged the teeth of the chainsaw down her stomach, pressing it between her legs. Tommy groaned, seeing how she rubbed her clothed cunt against the hard edge.

"Use your hand..."

He set the saw down and slid his large hand past her waistband, Y/n whimpered when she felt his thick digits begin rubbing slow circles against her clit.

Tommy's mouth watered when he felt just how wet he had gotten her, Y/n closed her eyes and whined when his fingers slipped into her.

"Don't stop."

His thumb came up to continue the abuse against her clit, as his fingers curled and pressed against her G-spot.

Y/n legs shook and her back arched as she felt her orgasm wash over her, "Ahh, fuck!"

Tommy pulled his hand out of her jeans, sucking his finger clean and leaning over, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

"Mine..."

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"You would've been dinner if Tommy hadn't gone fishin in pussy pond!"

"I'm glad he did! It saved my life, got a great orgasm out of it, and scored the most loyal fiance of all time!"

The room went quite for a moment, until Luda mae broke it.

"Fiance?"

"We weren't gonna tell you till later...Tommy proposed."

Luda's jaw dropped, "Well congratulations!"

Tommy came up behind Y/n and wrapped his arms around her stomach, sending a glare the sheriff's way.

"Well..." Hoyt said. "She still would've been more useful as dinner."

THE END ❤️

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