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Leland linebacker
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[Truthfully Yours]
Johnny “Slaughter” Sawyer x G/N Reader
Warning: Stockholm syndrome, implications of sexual activities, threats
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Survival was more of a complicated concept than you ever would think. When you’re trapped laying on top of a serial killer cannibal secretly basking in the smell of his cologne— the meaning of survival blurs.
Your plan was to get the cold brooding man’s trust, and take a chance to make a run for it when the moment came. But now? You didn’t want to move— this was the chance! You could get up and leave right now! He wouldn’t notice, he didn’t even notice your hands touching his face… He never let you do that before. Finally touching his scar on his face, you couldn’t help biting your lip.
The door of his stack was right there…
‘Leave.’ The voice in your head told you. His face was so peaceful— he wouldn’t know the difference if you got up.
The days blended together, the closer Johnny got to you. He opened up about his past— his biological mother and his abusive adoptive mother, Nancy. He’s only doing what he thought was okay. Unfortunately, he’s a killer, no one can come back from that. He learned to like it as much as he didn’t at first. It’s too late.
You try and push against his arms that wrapped around your waist, but it was so tight. He stirs in his sleep and his hand grazed the bite mark on your skin. You screw your mouth shut into a thin line to keep quiet— quite struggling to do so. Once he stopped moving again and his face fell again, you slide out his arms instead. Sliding out your feet plant onto the floor full of cigarettes and beer bottles. You’re careful to not touch any of the rolling glass bottles. Once full standing, you tip toe to the door, the floor planks creaking under your weight—
“Darlin’.”
Your heart dropped, your body froze. You turn around to see his eyes glaring at your figure, “Y-Yes?” You stutter.
His lips curved into a dangerous smile. “Where do ya think you’re goin’?” he asked, and the room closed in.
“I was just— um,” You pause, “I was trying to find some bandages for the bites you said you’d clean up…”
… That was the most obvious lie you’ve ever made and you were probably going to die because of it.
His gaze flickered to the side table, where the gauze and wrapping lay innocently. Wait, will he actually believe you? Could he see through your lie?
Johnny’s smile widened, “Bandages,” he breathed out, drawing out the word. “You’re a terrible liar, darlin’.” His voice held a threat, staring you a snake about to strike. “But I’ll play along.”
He got up and stepped closer, and panic surged through your veins. Holding your breath your survival instincts screamed at you to flee, to run for the door— it was still unlocked, freedom was only a door away but Johnny’s scarred hand reached for the gauze, and you let your breath go. You knew better than to try and run— especially from Johnny.
His touch was surprisingly gentle as he examined the bite mark on your side.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, tracing the edges of the wound, your face contorted into a painful look. You don’t say anything but he continues,
“And I take care of what’s mine.” His fingers lingered, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding. “Next time, don’t lie. I prefer honesty out of you.”
The door remained unlocked, but Johnny’s eyes held you captive.
As he wrapped the bandage around your waist and put it over your wound, you wondered if you could change his story.
Even if he understood your plan to try and escape he still had a gentle hand with you. You will never understand his obsession with you but when he leaned in and kissed your bruised neck you got a whiff of his cologne again it all melted away. His obsession could be that he wanted to taste you or keep you under his body in the late of nights— you didn’t care. You’ve never had a man be so enamored with you to the point he marked and healed you at the same time.
He whispered against your throat, his breath a promise or a threat. “You’re mine.” He repeated.
“Yours,” you whispered, and the word hung in the air. You couldn’t tell if it was a confession or a surrender. His lips curved, capturing your mouth in a kiss that tasted of desperation and longing. His teeth grazed your lower lip, marking you anew. You wondered if he tasted regret or redemption.
I repeated, “I’m yours.”
His rough hand cradled your face, and for a moment, you seen a glimpse of vulnerability in the man eyes. His lips were captured in his teeth, his lids droops in haze when he heard you, “There you go, baby…” He breathed out. He bathe in this.
As you leaned into his touch, you wondered if redemption was possible. His lips captured yours and it felt as if he was trying to devour you.
Even if he was a killer and ate our kind, you looked past it— it was never his fault…
#johnnyslaughter#johnny slaughter#tcm#tcm game#tcmgame#texas chainsaw massacre#johnnysawyer#johnny sawyer#johnny sawyer fanfic#johnny slaughter fanfic#johnny slaughter x reader#stockhom syndrome#tw murder
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sunflower girlies 🌻
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Doll sighting!!!!
Running out of ideas and I thought ok let me use the green light as special effect
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I've been obsessed with this game (mainly Johnny), so I finally drew them since a long time, might draw more of Johnny (‘. • ᵕ •. `)
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hi. my name is henry and this is my current TCMGAME ship fixation (o^-’)b
#I love it so much you have no idea#all goes down on twitter first. trust#danny gaines#bubba sawyer#texas chainsaw massacre game#tcm#I keep forgetting to post my shit on here and other platforms ughh#oh well#gn zzzzz
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#digital art#art#pixel art#ttcm#the texas chainsaw masscre#new artist#newbie#tcm#new artist blog#nubbins#the hitcher#hitchhiker tcm#hitchhiker#fyp#for you#artist on tumblr
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gun media rlly upped their game cus the man ass in tcmgame goes crazyyyy
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Keep thinkin about this bit from the tcmgame mocap video and having completely normal feelings. oh, to be carried upon a serial killers hip like theyre a peasant girl from times of yore bringing in the laundry.
#yeah!!#give him a break his hands are full#slashers#bubba sawyer#mine#tcm game#i do not know if there is a widely agreed upon tag for the game here#slasher thirst
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I will never not cosplay as sissy sawyer?!
#slasher community#slasher fandom#slashers#tcm#tcm game#tcm sissy#sissy slaughter#sissy sawyer#cosplay
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M-A-M-A-B-O-Y MAMA'S BOY! MAMA'S BOY.
Maxa-Maxa-Million, what you waiting up for?
Please come out and play with us more
Izzy Izzy Izzybell likes to stay in the house
Please come out and play with us now
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Sandy, why can't we look the other way?
Rosemary
Heaven restores you in life
You're coming with me
Through the aging, the fearing, the strife
It's the smiling on the package
It's the faces in the sand
It's the thought that moves you upwards
Embracing me with two hands
Right will take you places
Yeah, maybe to the beach
When your friends they do come crying
Tell them now your pleasure's set upon slow release
#TCMgame#TXChainSawGame#TheTexasChainSawMassacre#bubba sawyer#sissy sawyer#dbd#tcm game#tx chainsaw game#johnny sawyer#johnny slaughter#tcm fanart
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[The Bad Man]
Johnny “Slaughter” Sawyer x F!Reader
Warning: Smut, kidnapping
A/N: I made this on a whim, it’s short, I made this in class listening to a long ass lecture. It’s a quick lil’ treat. The Johnny simp community needs more fanfiction :((
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Another night at the local bar leads to another make out sesh with the local “Bad Man”. Being pushed against the wall of the one stall bathroom was the routine every Friday evening was the routine for the past few months…
It wasn’t the cleanest place… but…
“Fuck, Johnny.” You muffle through a rough kiss. His hands grasps at your love handles under your skirt and smirks as your legs start to quiver under his touch. You always got this way the moment his hands touched your warm skin.
“There ya go, baby girl.” He growls into your neck, biting it ever so slightly. His mouth reattach with yours, the taste of cigarettes and beer fills your tastebuds once again when his tongue prods at your lips.
“Lemme see,” His hand reaches up to your tank top and pulls the neck line down, exposing your bare tit, “No bra? Damn… You missed me, didn’t chu’?” He grasps your chest and latches his mouth onto your nipple. Your hands as if it was an instinct tangle into his hair, his other hand pushing the small of your back so your chest got impossibly closer.
The doorknob to the bathroom begins to shake, a knock on the door follows.
Johnny lets go of your nipple with a loud pop, “I’m usin’ the fucking bathroom!” His knee rubs against your pussy. Your hand shoots up to cover your mouth, hoping you don’t accidentally get too loud…
An unknown voice talks behind the door, “Alright man… don’t gotta be a fuckin’ dickhead.”
Though you knew Johnny would usually get heated over this, instead his hands lowers itself between you too and he pulls your panties down.
Realizing that it was finally time to do this… again… you reach down to unbuckle his belt, unfastening it and unzipping his pants. He smirks as he sees how fast you’re doing so, “Heh, ya can’t wait for my cock, can’t chu’, sugar?”
Your hand reaches into his pants and you pull out his cock and stroke it. He growls, “Fuckkk—“ His hand grabs the back of your head and pulls you into a rough kiss, you continue to keep stroking, using his pre-cum to make it easier.
He suddenly hauls your legs around his waist and pushes you against the wall again, “Move your skirt, princess.”
You nod and bundle your skirt up your waist, and retreat your arms around his neck.
“Mhmm,” He growls, “Pretty girl…” His large hands runs along the back of your thighs to lift your legs he’d seemingly fold you over with your legs on either side of your hips. Your pussy twitches as your puffy clit get exposed to Johnny.
He lines up his cock, and prods at your hole.
You gasp— the stretch was too much when he finally tried to push it in, “A-Ah, wait…” Your hands push against his chest.
“C’mon, you can take more of it, cant’cha?” He chuckles when he realizes that you were too tight for his fat cock, “Baby, how many times have we been together and you’re still beggin’ and cryin’?”
Your chest rises up and down as you try to relax, “You’re just too big for me, Johnny…”
He chuckles again, “Well…” He reaches down again, “This always seems to work for ya, darlin’.” He smirks as his finger sticks to your clit, running his finger tip in circles. Your eyes roll back— the fucking experience this man had. Your pussy twitched, taking more of his length as you milked his cock deeper into your core.
He finally hit the hilt, and you let out a big breathe of relief, the pain finally subsided.
He leans into the side of your head, whispering in your ear, “You ready, baby?” His hand comes up to wrap around your throat, “Hmm?” He growls, grazing his teeth against your earlobe.
You nod your head frantically, “Y-Yes.” You squeak. He starts slow, his hand on your throat tightening as he pumps into your core. Your hand retreats to your mouth as his pace picks up, “Stay quiet, lil’ lady…”
His hands go under your ass, grasping the fat and lifting you higher, your legs stay attached to his waist and your forearms rest against the tile wall, his pace speeds up. His arms flex under the florence light, his teeth baring as he watches his cock go in and out of your sweet little pussy.
“F-Fuck, baby girl…” He huffed. Your hand still held your noise but the slapping of skin to skin got louder.
A loud banging on the door, “Hello?! What’s taking so damn long?!”
Johnny yelled, “I’m fuckin’ in here!” He turns back to you, “We gotta make this quick, sugar—“ His head perks up, however, like the best idea of his life just so happened to crawl into his mind, “Say, come to my place, baby…” His thrust completely stopped. Your eyes look back at his. You arms loosening around his neck, he pulls out and you get back on your legs again. You look down at the floor, you two never really have went to each others personal places…
“U-Um, sure—“ The sound of the door banging again interrupts you. Johnny begins walking to the door tucking his dick back in, you try as quickly as you could to fix your skirt and underwear as fast as you could but before you could pull your underwear back up, Johnny opened the door, “Can I help ya, bastard?”
The man stared blankly. Your hair, your clothes, and your face was a mess… Johnnys pants were still unbuttoned and unbuckled.
You ultimately pull your underwear off, not bothering to fix them anymore. You hold your underwear in your hand as you come behind Johnny. Johnny shoves the man away and you follow suit.
“Come on, let’s go.” A smirk grows on his face.
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But that was last night…
Johnny’s silhouette stood at wooden door, “This is where you’re stayin’, sugar…” He comes forward. You tug at the ropes around your wrist, lying on the couch that he tied you to.
When you were brought over to his shed, he ‘tired’ you out and ended up tying you. Your clothes from the night before laid on the floor.
A blanket was the only thing covering your body.
He chuckles at you struggle against the rope, “Heh, you’re not gettin’ out of that,” He bends over and puts his yellow gloved hand on your chin, making you look at him, “If you’re a good girl, you’ll be okay. I’m keeping you so ya better get used to it.”
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Weeks go by, he comes back with a missing poster with your face on it…
“Pretty girl, I gotta start taking these down, don’t want others to see your gorgeous face.”
He struts over and grabs a knife, you flitch as he raises it over you. A thump noise makes you jump but looking up you realize he put the missing poster right above you— being held up with a knife.
A tear runs down your face, and he notices it. He doesn’t say anything. Who knew that a weekly visit to see the “Bad Man” would be a bad idea…
#johnnysawyer#johnnyslaughter#johnny sawyer fanfic#johnny slaughter fanfic#johnny slaughter x reader#johnny (texas chainsaw massacre)#johnny sawyer#johnny slaughter#johnny#tcmgame#x reader
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johnny who is utterly obsessed with power play…
seeing you be all shy around him as he kept you captive in his shack with a rope around your neck gave him so many perverted ideas…
he finds his hand rough against the back of your neck, pounding into your pussy with your face in the couch cushions. his hips snap against your ass, your hands being held behind your back with his other hand.
“you like tha’, baby— being a pussy sleeve for me? I told chu’ you’d learn to love being my play thing…” he huffed out. planting his foot on the floor full of charred cigarettes and empty beer bottles, his pace only got faster.
even if you’re the one on top, he finds a way for him to be in control. ropes are tied around your wrist behind your back and his hands grip your love handles with a rough touch. your mouth lets out a struggled whine, his lower body drills into your body.
“mmm,” he growls, “such a pretty worthless lil’ girl.”
his hand reaches up to slap your tit, your head falls back to moan but his other hand comes up and interrupts you, “chu’ look at me,” he holds your face and forces you to look at him in the eyes, “look at me.” his other hand continues to slap your tits, switching between slapping and pinching your nipples. tears fill your eyes at the stimulation, his cock relentless in pursuit of your orgasm…
by the time he’s done with you, you’re twitching as his cum leaked out of you. he shoves your underwear in your pussy to plug his cum in your hole.
“can’t have me slippin’ out of ya, can i?”
the amount of hand prints and bruises you have by the end of your sessions are such a turn on to him.
“you’re mine, ya know that? you belong to me.”
you’re lucky if he doesn’t end up punchering your skin with how hard he bites…
he loves his lil’ cum slave.
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A/N: i just keep feeding y’all, don’t i?😭
#johnnysawyer#johnnyslaughter#johnny slaughter#johnny (texas chainsaw massacre)#johnny slaughter fanfic#johnny slaughter x reader#johnny sawyer fanfic#johnny sawyer#x reader#smut#johnny slaughter smut#tcmgame#johnny tcm#tcm game#tcm johnny
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summer 1973
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pssst...
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