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impeakcharacterdesign · 6 months

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Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

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smuthospital · 6 months

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🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

#lemon #non con #x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #dead dove do not eat #male yandere #yandere noncon #texas chainsaw massacre #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt #slashers #fem reader

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emxisms · 10 months

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𝕾𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔠𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪.

(fem reader)

Includes: Bo Sinclair, Stu Macher, Thomas Hewitt, Tex Sawyer, Michael Myers.

Warnings: Mentions of blood, violence.

𝕭𝖔 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖗

Finds it incredibly attractive at the fact that you would risk your life just for him. He would 100% brag about it to everyone he knows. "My girl would actually kill for me."

Will help you take care of any wounds you may have gotten from the battle. He's got a lot of practice, and knows exactly what to do.

He would want to teach you all about how to defend yourself and him.

𝕾𝖙𝖚 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗

He falls even more in love with you, knowing you'll do anything for him. He feels secure knowing that you support him and what he does.

So. Many. Kisses. The man cannot get enough of you. He thinks you look so beautiful, even when you're bloody. He thinks you look super hot covered in blood.

Begs you to help him and Billy with Ghostface. He totally understands if you don't want to, and how you only did what you did to keep him alive.

He will want every detail on how you felt when you did it. "Did you like it? How did you feel? Would you ever do it again?"

Wants to marry you. He thinks you're the perfect woman. Heaven sent.

𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖘 𝕳𝖊𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖙

Why? You didn't have to do that. You could've been hurt. He doesn't want his favorite person in any risk. Don't do it again.

He would freak out. He would think it's awesome how devoted you are to him. It's so reassuring to him, he never understood why you stayed with him. He thinks he's a beast, an awful human. He never thought he deserved you or your love, but you doing this silenced all of his thoughts.

Would never take you out of his sight again. He wont allow himself to let you get hurt, accidentally or purposefully. He hates seeing you in pain.

If Hoyt makes any remarks about how "You're stupid for putting your life at risk for such a waste of life" he would be on his feet in seconds. He can't stand him, and he draws the line at you. He refuses to let Hoyt touch you. Ever.

𝕿𝖊𝖝 𝕾𝖆𝖜𝖞𝖊𝖗

In awe. He swears he can never fall in love more than he already is, but it just keeps happening. He finally found a woman that isn't afraid of his lifestyle.

"Well, darlin' you've got me swept off my feet. You're jus' perfect."

Pulls you in for a million hugs and kisses. XOXO to the max. He tries to convince you to help with the family's routines / hunts, and completely melts if you agree.

Would jokingly ask you to do the same to Alfredo.

𝕸𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖊𝖑 𝕸𝖞𝖊𝖗𝖘

Not happy. He had it covered. Don't get yourself hurt because of him.

Throws you down and forces you to let him clean you up. Even though he's not happy that you risked your life, he still cares. He loves you, and will care for you.

He refuses to let you go out alone. He's scared you might get hurt again.

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Requests are open! ☑️

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nobitchs-world · 3 months

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Me after realizing I have to wait for new chapters of my fav fic

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samantha-rae-velcher · 8 months

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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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a-writer-on-elm-street · 8 months

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

and sorry if this is incoherent my ambien kickin in lolz

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

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

pairing: thomas hewitt x fem!reader

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

word count: 659

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

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

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

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

You were just here for Thomas.

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

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

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

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

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

Thomas stayed silent, watching you from across the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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sawyerslvt · 25 days

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Bubba's First Time (Leatherface- TCM)

Summary: You get kidnapped by Johnny Slaughter at a bar and he brings you home to kill you. Leatherface ends up protecting you. To express your gratitude, you let him use you for his pleasure. Word Count: 4,105 Warnings: MDNI, coercion, rough sex, smut

You’re screaming, flailing your arms around and fighting for your life as you get pulled inside the house. It was the dead of night and your kidnapper drove a long way to get here. You know your screams get lost in the darkness of the night, with not a soul nearby to hear your pleading cries.

“I found me a real pretty one huh, old man?”. The man is speaking to an older man. “Quit your playing round’ boy! Get it over with, supper's ready”. The old man doesn't seem amused and you're yanked away towards a staircase leading to a basement. Before the man forces you down the steps, your eyes get drawn to a room. It had a dining table in the middle, food already placed and ready on the table. In one of the chairs sat a large man. He wore a strange looking mask, both elbows on the edge of the table with cutlery in each hand, ready to dig into his meal. You manage to make eye contact with him, knowing there is not much he could do for you. For all you knew, he could be a fate worse than what you were about to face in this basement.

You look at him with your tearfilled, makeup smeared and terrified face. With the short seconds you got to share with the beast, you noticed a strange look on his face. His face looked softened, his muscles relaxed and his eyes looked intrigued by your desperate state. He tilts his head and you can't help but feed yourself delusions, was it pity… or sympathy?

The man tugs at you and you lose sight of the beast, hidden behind the walls. While being dragged down the stairs, his face was scarred into your mind. Your cries get more frantic, movements more hysterical but the man doesn't budge and you're met with a heavy slide door that leads down to the basement.

Not much time passes before you're hooked with your tied wrists to the ceiling. “Stay still. This will only hurt for a minute”, the man wears a smug smirk and his voice has hints of mockery. You can tell this amuses him. You've run dry on tears and energy to fight back, so your response to his demand was a mere defeated bow of the head. The man lifts his knife to your throat but before he is able to slice, the same slide door reopens and the beast is stood by the entrance.

“I'm almost done here, boy. I'll be up in a second”, his voice now irritated by the interruption. The beast takes heavy and confident stomps towards the two of you while letting out deep grunts. He halts in front of the man, still holding a knife to your throat. He finally lowers his knife and you feel it nick you, drawing some blood. “What's the matter with you, boy?!” the man snaps. The beast gets closer to him as if to intimidate him, or at the very least, making himself clear of his intentions without using his words. He gets in front of your hanging body, blocking and getting between you and the man wanting to kill you. “Oh I see, you want her to yourself?”. The beast nods and you're confused by the strange interaction. Other than the weird display and protection from the beast, you're left feeling eternally thankful for him saving your life. You're not sure how long the luck will last but for the moment, you let out a sigh of relief.

“I'll leave for you to take care of her after dinner. Let's go before the old man makes a fuss”. The man heads up the stairs but before the brute follows along, he walks over to you. He is looking up at your exhausted expression and you manage to make eye contact. He was wearing the same expression from earlier… It was kind. He lays his large hands on either side of your waist and unhooks you from the ceiling. Although he had rough and large hands, his touch was soft and movement gentle. He slowly brings you down to the floor and you feel like a feather the way your feet were carefully placed onto the cold stone surface.

He continues holding your waist while you're drowned into each other's eyes. “...thank you”. You finally break the silence. Your voice is soft and quiet, like the squeak of a mouse. He lets out a low grunt and to your surprise pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes widen at the suddenness of it all, he didn't say anything, he keeps you in his arms and gives you a squeeze almost as an apology for what you've been through. That's how you interpreted it, and you let him hold you as you’re absorbing his warm apology. All too soon, his warmth is gone and as he walks away and shuts the sliding door behind him. You're left missing his touch.

After what felt like ages, you hear the sliding door open back up and your heart skips a beat, scared it might be your kidnapper. You feel a wave of relief hit as you’re met with the large figure of the gentle giant. You hadn't moved much since he had left. With your time in solitude, you were thinking of ways you could thank him and as the man was walking towards you, your thoughts grew wilder. You’re sitting on your feet with your hands on your thighs, looking up at him towering over you. You look like a dog greeting its owner. As if he read your mind, he rests one of his large hands on your head, petting you as he admires your beauty. You lean into his touch and it feels good to feel something other than fear For once, you feel safe.

You slowly make your way back on your feet, all while never breaking the alluring eye contact. Your hands travel up his body as you stand up but his body seems somewhat stiff, confused- but not complaining. “I wanted to thank you for saving my life”. Your voice is sensual and very suggestive. As your hands make your way to his big bulge, you feel him get stiffer but this time he also pulls away with a disapproving groan. He looks down and shakes his head slightly. "It's okay… I just want to express my gratitude”. Your voice is gentle as you reach for his bulge again, now growing due to your touch. Once again he hesitates and pulls away with the same disapproving grunt.

The room you're in had a mattress leaned up against the wall. It had some signs of usage in the form of mysterious spots and holes, but given your situation, you didn't think too much of it. You pull on it, making it fall to the ground with a thud, letting some dirt and dust fly into the air. The giant watches you curiously as you prop its edges parallel to the wall. You turn around and watch him still standing behind you. You scoot over to sit on the mattress with your back leaned against the wall, hands resting on either side of you. You look up at him as you tilt your head and smirk slightly. You’re spreading your legs slowly, letting your skirt reveal your panties to the man in front of you. He looks completely stunned but you can tell he doesn't want you to stop what you're doing. “Just watch me then”. Your words escape you somewhat desperately as your attraction to the beast grows like an uncontrollable virus.

You let your hand find its way to your aching clit over your already soaked panties. You slide your panties off of you and leave your wet slit exposed to the air. You feel your spine arch and head shoot back as your fingers come in contact with your nub. You start to slowly rub your clit and move your hips in circles while making sure your legs stay spread for the man to have the best view possible. As you pleasure yourself, you have your eyes shut focusing on the stimulation, until you hear the man grunt and move around. You bring your head back and see him kneeled down at the end of the mattress. He continues letting deep groans escape his throat and he inches closer to you on all fours, slowly, and without breaking eye contact. You watch as the giant is moving towards you, his big body casting a dark shadow over you, making you feel smaller than you've ever felt. His eyes narrowed like he was finally seeing you as the prey you were meant to be. You rub your clit harder, as the view of him in this position made it impossible to tame your wild mind.

He stops right in front of you as he watches you pleasure yourself, licking his lips as if he was tasting your sweet pussy. You can't handle his lack of action so you grab his hand. He's confused by your touch but curious about you, allowing you to hold it. You hold onto his hand and start pulling it down to your pussy. You feel him protest and pull back again. "It's okay… you saw how I did it? Just do as I showed you and you’ll be fine” you try convincing and swaying his opinion with your gentle and sensual voice. You pull his hand but once again, he tries pulling away. “Look, I'll help you. Just please… I want you to touch me”, your voice is desperate and you want his long and thick fingers to fill your tight pussy.

You consider him defeated as you feel his hand soften. You pull his hands towards your sensitive cunt for the third time and this time he allows you. You wrap your whole hand around his middle and index finger. His hands were so big and that's all you could really fit in your small grasp. You bring his hand closer until you feel his rough fingertips come in contact with your clit. Both of you let out a gasp as a result of the contact. You use his fingers to rub your nub and fuck, it felt so much better than your own fingers. You continue rubbing harder and faster and the beast's wonderful grunts fill your ears as if he was feeling pleasure himself.

Without any direction from you, the beast unexpectedly pushes his index and middle finger into your hole. You let out a loud moan, making your own ears bleed. He doesn't understand what he's done but your reaction was something he was starting to get addicted to. He pulls his fingers back out and you hold his wrists, pulling on them to let him know that you wanted more. He pushes them back in, this time a little harder and you let out the same moan. You feel as the beast goes from hesitant and held back to him becoming progressively hungrier in his movements. He forces his big fingers into your hole, abusing it and you encourage him with your hysteric cries. He sees your white cream coat his fingers, confused by it, he brings it to his mouth and tastes your juices. You see his eyes widen as he's tasting you, licking his fingers clean before sticking them back into you to coat his fingers again, then licking them clean again.

He continues doing this many times until he realizes the best way to get the most of you was to bring his mouth to it. And that's exactly what he does, he lets his mouth find your pussy and immediately starts licking. He starts by giving you small licks, but the more he tastes you, the bigger the licks get. Until he finally started sucking as much of the juice as he could. He uses his hands to spread your pussy lips and sees your red and swollen clit stand out. Curious by it, he sucks on it and hears as your moans get as intense as ever. You grab his hair with both your hands and pull a little. That was all the signs he needed, now he was laser-focusing on your clit. He’s obsessed with your reactions and he sucks hard, he licks fast and sucks even more. “ff-ffuck mm gonna cum, please”. Your words escape in a broken scream but the beast doesn't stop. You feel your walls tighten and you cum in his mouth. He shows no signs of stopping and once he sees even more white cream leak out of your pussy, he licks it all clean. He shoves his tongue as deep as he can to taste as much of your sweet pussy as possible. You taste so good, he could never get enough and you moan loud as his tongue explores the inside of your sensitive hole.

His mouth is killing you. The air is heavy and the scent of your wet cunt is filling the room, making him lick his lips again. Once he calms down you pull away from him, knowing he could stay between your legs for hours. You position yourself to sit back on your feet. You touch his bulge again and he watches you, giving you groans of approval. You start stroking the outside of his pants. He was already hard but you could tell it wasnt to its full potential, yet it felt massive. You subconsciously take a gulp, anticipating and preparing yourself for his big size as you pull his pants and underwear down at the same time.

When his cock was fully exposed to you, you found yourself floored by his enormous size. Not only was it long, but the real shock was the thickness and girth of it. You've never seen anything comparable, just staring at it made your pussy throb. You can tell he’s fully confused by what you're doing, he has no idea about the purpose of the thing between his legs. “I wont touch it if you don't want me to. But can I please watch as you stroke it?”. Your plea is desperate and you're begging the gods above to have him accept your prayer. He looks down and a deep grunt escapes his throat and you can tell he’s confused by your request. He looks into your eyes as if to say ‘how?’ and you let a small giggle escape your lips. Has he really never done it before?

“Alright big boy, I'll show you how”. You give him a comforting smile, showing that you're not judging him. If anything, this made it even better. You grab one of his hands again and wrap it around his own dick. You see him grasping his cock and you can't help but bite your lip, being presented with the sight of his big hand wrapped around his big cock. You hold his hand with both of your hands and start to slowly stroke alongside his shaft, up and down. The skin on his cock moving with your rhythm, massaging his member. He looks into your eyes and his breathing gets heavy. Once he gets into the rhythm you created for him, you let go all together.

He continues stroking his cock, up and down, just like you showed him. “There you go, honey”. You see his eyes narrow and fill with hunger. He starts experimenting with different speeds at his own pace and you feel proud of him. You lean back towards the wall and spread your legs. You lick your fingers while looking into his eyes and bring your fingers back to your aching clit. You resume playing with your pussy and for the moment you sit in front of each other, both of you pleasuring yourselves as you watch each other. The beast gets more and more aggressive, the new sensation had him hooked and his movements were desperate. As he’s breathlessly stroking his cock, you grab his wrist with your hand, canceling his motion. He looks at you with lust filled eyes, excited for your next move.

You remove his hand from his dick and replace it with both your hands. You squeeze it in between your hands and admire his full size, it was beautiful but intimidating. You're stroking his cock and you feel it twitch as you move up and down, twisting, pulling and massaging it. Occasionally, you let your soft fingers circle around his tip, giving him an unreal sensation. The beast lets out groans like you've never heard before… but you weren't done here. You feel your aching and neglected cunt scream and beg to be filled. You decide it's time to finally give her what she wanted.

You pull on his shirt and direct his back to lay against the wall. You spread your legs and hover your opening over his cock as you rest your hands on his broad and strong shoulders. He holds your waist with both hands as he watches you grab his cock and align it with your entrance. Without giving him any time to prepare for you, you sink down on his cock. Both of you release loud gasps as you’re shocked by how well his tip alone filled you, and as he feels your warm and slippery insides. You don't go all the way down, you can't go all the way down but you continue bouncing up and down his tip, getting yourself wetter and slowly stretching yourself out for him. He lets out deep groans and you love how he's letting you know exactly how he feels. As you let your entrance play with his tip you take off your shirt. He looks at your tits and you see his eyes widen. You giggle a little to yourself and guide both his hands to play with your nipples. He gets the hang of it immediately and squeezes and pulls on your nipples. He didn't know what it felt like to you but by the way you moaned louder, he knew he had to continue doing it.

You hear the brute let out a frustrated groan, he's growing impatient with you teasing his tip and wanting to feel you all through his length. You let out a loud moan, bordering on a scream and he forces you to sit on his cock. You look into his eyes with your mouth agape, surprised by his action. You're not nearly ready for his full length and girth but he doesn't care. He pushes you all the way on his cock, forcing himself deep inside you. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head and you go silent for a moment, trying to adjust to his size. He slowly pulls out, veeerryyy sloowwwllyyy and you feel every single inch of him as he's exiting your tight little pussy. With only a small bit of his tip still inside you, he thrusts back into you, hard and quick. You let out another scream and he lets out a deep grunt.

After a couple pumps, he starts getting more consistent and regular with his thrusts. You're amazed by how naturally it came to him. You’re hovering over him and he forcefully bucks his hips into you, sliding in and out as the sounds of skin slapping echoes in the empty basement. “fuckkk, just like that. You're doing so good”, your voice is weak and breathless but he had to know how good this felt, how good he felt. He lets his hips rest back on the mattress and you sit all the way down on his dick. You feel full of him, his girth pressing against your tight insides. You move around a little and cup his face with your hands. He's still wearing that mask but all you see are his stunning eyes and beautiful lips. You can tell they're soft.

As his cock is buried deep inside you, you lean in and kiss him. He's shocked and doesn't know what to do. He keeps his eyes open as he kisses you, but after seeing your closed eyes, he shuts them as well. He places his hands on your hips, squeezing it, feeling your tight pussy throb around his cock. He gets into the rhythm and you feel each other’s soft lips play with each other. You press into his face while still cupping it, your kiss gets increasingly more desperate as you start sliding up and down on his cock again. You continue riding his dick at a brutal pace, going faster and harder by the second. He helps you by pushing you down further everytime you bounce back up. You introduce your tongue to his mouth and he welcomes it, sucking and swirling it around his mouth.

You break the kiss and press your forehead to his, not slowing down from the bouncing on his cock. “I'm so proud of you, big boy”. You smile and you look down on the base of his shaft being completely drenched with your pussy juice, and his cock pounding in and out of your soaked cunt. The pitch black hair around his balls being white because of your white cream coating it. The wet and sloppy sounds of his dick thrusting in you is filling the room, you're surprised by how it's still audible over both of your moaning, screaming and panting. The way he's pounding into you makes you question his virginity, you don't believe it, there is no way. His eyes are too confident, his thrusts are too perfect and his dick is way too good.

He lifts you up from his cock and it makes a quiet ‘pop’ sound as his dick gets released from your pussy’s tight grip. He lays you down on the mattress and climbs on top of you. You can tell that he now knows what sex is, he knows exactly how to do it and you smile to yourself thinking of how the student has become the teacher. He slides his hands under your knee crease and let your legs fall over his broad shoulders. This way, he had a perfect view of your face as he pounds into you. He aligns his cock with your entrance and gives you a quick peck on the lips to prepare you for his cock. You smile at him, letting him know you're ready and you feel like you're about to burst. Every second without his cock inside you, was a second too long.

The beast didn't believe in slow and steady. He wanted rough and hard and that's exactly how he entered you. As he forces his cock into you, you're shocked by how much deeper he could get from this position. You didn't know the female body could have something this deep inside her but you learn something new everyday… You lay your hands on his chest as he pounds into you and you feel your walls tighten. “F-fucckkk…I-mmm… Imma cum!!!” You can hardly breathe, let alone talk as he's deep inside you. He's making up for years of not feeling this sensation. He’s furious this feeling has been kept from him and he's channeling all that frustration into drilling his cock harder into you. You feel his cock twitch and you can tell he’s close as well. Even though he doesn't say it, you're slowly learning what his different grunts mean. The ones he's letting out right now definitely meant ‘I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy’.

He lets out one last deep groan as he fills your pussy with his warm liquid. Continuing to pump into you to empty every single drop of himself. You moan so loud, it made your head spin and feeling his cum shoot deep inside you was a feeling unlike anything you've felt before. He slowly pulls out and you feel as the mixture of both your cum is leaking out of your abused hole. He watches as you squirm and shake from the trauma of the intense pleasure.

He lays down next to you and you get on top of him, resting your ear to his chest, listening to his fast and irregular heartbeat. You hug his massive body and close your eyes. You lay in silence for a while, catching your breaths and soaking in each other's presence. You look up at him, giving him a passionate and soft kiss. “Thank you for saving my life”.

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whore-for-slashers · 2 years

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dating them includes / slashers

Women and Minors dni

male/gn reader

includes: Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Thomas Hewitt

Brahms :

Hes vey clingy, he'll just randomly hug you or carry you over to the couch or your bed so you guys can cuddle

he loves praise, like not even in a sexual way, he just loves when you call him a good boy, or tell him Hes doing a good job

definitely jealous of Malcom (or anyone you pay attention to that isn't him for that matter)

he probably won't take off his mask for a couple of months after you start dating

he might lift up his mask slightly so he can give you little kisses

Hes scared that if you see his face, you'll leave him

once he takes off his mask, please assure him that you think Hes very handsome, and you still love him <3

Billy Lenz :

much like Brahms, Hes very clingy, loves being near you at all times, and will cling onto you whenever

he says really lewd things (obviously), but he means well (with you at least).

Hes also a big fan of praise, he likes laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair calling him a good boy or telling him he did a good job on [___}.

you guys will probably hang out in the attic most of the time, but if its only you and him in the house he won't hesitate to come down and fuck cuddle with you.

he would love it if you played with his hair. just running your hand through his hair or making small braids, he would love all of it

will just stare at you for no reason, like fully zoned out staring at you, he will tell you that you are very pretty/handsome afterwards though.

Expect those lewd calls often if he cant leave the attic

Thomas :

when the relationship starts Hes still very shy, and you'll have to initiate most of the kisses, hugs, cuddles, (pretty much any form of affection)

after some time passes and you've been dating for a while, Hes still a bit shy about it but he'll start initiating some things like hugs and/or cuddles after Hes done "working", or after Hoyt was being annoying and making fun of him.

I feel like he would be the type to just watch you from afar because he feels like Hes annoying you, so you'll have to tell him that you don't mind him being a bit clingy.

he loves physical touch and spending time with you, all you have to do is be in the same room as him and it'll make him happier.

Thomas has been abused verbally and mentally, which results in trust issues, so he doesn't believe your affection is genuine at first.

definitely loves cuddling with you, it does matter when or how, he just loves having you in his arms, or him being in yours, just as long as he can be close to you, he loves it

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I hope you liked them; I know there not the best, but I tried

who should I write for next?

#i love you guys sm<3 #slasher thirst #reader insert #brahms heelsire x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #women dni #minors dni #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #billy lenz x male reader #male reader #gn reader #fem aligned dni #slasher x male reader #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher fluff

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krvrawr · 3 months

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was abt to write thomas hewitt x trans male reader fic w like both of them inexperienced && shit

my dysphoria kicked in && now i was re thinking my whole life decisions 😞

my live reaction ;

edit: ITS ALMOST DONE 🙏

edit: ITS DONE GO READ IT MFS /lovingly 🩵

#<3 needy wolfboy #i hate being trans man istg ( sometimes tho )#i have love - hate relationship w my stupid pre everything fem body 😞🤌#gonna get on T illegally istg ( for legal reasons i ' m not gonna do it )#slashers x male reader #slashers x ftm reader #slashers x reader #x ftm reader #x male reader #slashers #thomas hewitt x male reader #thomas hewitt x ftm reader #texas chainsaw massacre #ftm!reader #male!reader #texas chainsaw massacre: the beggining

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coryosbaby · 3 months

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18+, MDNI !! ⊹ ‧₊˚

Thinkin’ of losing your virginity to Thomas Hewitt <3 sprawled out on his bed, nothing but a red gingham top on as you present yourself to him with spread legs. Nervously batting your eyelashes as he appears transfixed on your little cunt. Your fingers are on either side of your pussy lips, spreading open your hole so Tommy can see how sticky you are. You had fingered yourself previously, using a bottle of lubricant to get yourself nice and wet.

“‘M… my hole’s really small, I think. But that’s okay. It gets bigger! See?”

Spreading it wide, trying not to wince at the stretch even that causes you, as Tommy begins to drop his shirt and pants with a loud grunt. His demeanor may be calm, but the flush of his cheeks gives him away— he’s a virgin too, after all!

When he gets his tip up against your little virgin snatch, thick and meaty, your bottom lip pulls into a pout as you let tears fall. Happy tears, you think, and also tears of desperation. You need him more than you need air.

Tommy, ever the gentleman, pulls away to look into your eyes with a questioning stare. You smile at him, fingers going up to his hair so you can push a few strands out of his face. He doesn’t flinch. He trusts you more than he trusts himself.

“It’s okay, Tommy,” you murmur. Your hand moves in between your legs to grasp his drooling length. You press it up in between your folds again. “Fuck me. Please?”

He can’t say no to that. Slowly, he presses into your fluttering heat, mushroomed tip popping through your entrance. Your nose scrunches, a burn beginning to take over your nether regions as he continues to push in. It isn’t as bad as you expected, given his size. Your wetness drips down your thighs and then some, and for that you’re thankful. Tommy’s hands go to either side of your head for purchase, big shoulders splaying out over your much smaller form.

Oh, Tommy. He’s letting out the loudest moans, burying his masked face into your neck as he makes it halfway inside. Poor baby is shaking :( but so are you, given the way he stretches you so obscenely. Your hands move to his back so you can hold him closer, feel him closer, move him closer. When he pushes through that thin little film inside you, blood coating his cock, you’ve never felt more alive.

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#I LOVE BIG JUICY !!!#bunny writes ͟͟͞☆#thomas hewitt #Thomas Hewitt x reader #Thomas Hewitt x fem! reader #Thomas Hewitt smut #Thomas Hewitt fanfic #Thomas Hewitt blurb #Thomas Hewitt Drabble #Texas chainsaw massacre #Texas chainsaw massacre fanfic #slasher x reader #slasher fanfic #slasher smut #slasher blurb

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ An escape or the last stand ~

warning for all chapters : Minors don't interact please this is really not for you. This is a dark fanfiction the whole thing is Dead Dove : Do not eat content. Mental Instability , blood & violence , kidnapping , sexual assault , rape , threesome , blood kink , obsession , injury , Predator/Prey , Angst , smut , Jealousy , dark themes , sexual fantasy , blood kink , knife play , just the normal hardcore Slasher things

Summary : The wedding ceremony in the church is done. But so quickly husbands can change. She now her wife. Your prey. your obsession, your property. To the wedding belongs the night. The night when the husband sleeps with his chosen one. But when one is cursed again. How will the actual beautiful night turn out. and will they treat her well or stick a knife in her heart?

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For a moment everything was quiet in the church and she thought that was it now. Either it was all just a sick dream of Freddy or maybe she was already dead. But when Eddie approached her and knelt down in front of her, the girl took a step back. ,,No, darling, it's just the ring," Eddie purred, pulling out a small box. Then he took her hand and almost all the presents fell down. Which is why she stood there, slightly tense, trying not to drop Micheal's knife and risk a bleeding foot.

With one swift movement the ring was on her finger and the cold metal filled in a sick way to her shame.

Eddie stood up and looked down at his bride with a smile. ,,You may now kiss your bride given in marriage before God," they heard the priest say.

She wanted to move away from here but when she felt Eddie's hand on her back and how he pulled her towards him she knew it was inevitable. ,,My beautiful wife" he whispered to her before he put his lips on hers.

To her surprise there was a mix of love and almost shyness in the kiss as he let go of her lips. I will never get out of here again she thought desperately and escaped Eddie's grip. He had let go of her and Y/N was pushed against the altar. Only then did she notice the alert eyes of the others and her fear tightened her throat.

They no longer looked at her as a human being, they saw her as their obsession. She was their new exquesite prey. She knew that meat that had to be hunted tasted better than store-bought. Suddenly the men rose and Eddie held out his hand to her. ,,Come my flower, it's time for the wedding night," he said cheerfully and gave her a smile.

But she didn't feel like rejoicing, she felt like screaming and crying. Panic gripped her body, but with the dress and all the gifts she would not get far, she had to admit to herself.

When Eddie became impatient and took her hand, he pulled her as gently as he could between his changes, first behind and then beside him. The silent killers Jason , Michael , Thomas and Vincent walked behind the couple and cut her off to the rear.

Billy and Stu as well as Bo and Brahms walked in front of them and the four of them kept looking back at her. She was clearly aware of the grinning and whispering and it made her uncomfortable.

Next to her and Eddie walked Freddy and Pennywise and she heard the rubbing of the blades and the popcorn smell of the clown. It was a strange mixture between dust, blood, musty and dirty hung the sweetly tantalizing smell she loved as a child. ,,Like a stupid animal," Pennywise muttered and the balloon on her wrist magically moved slightly left and right.

The way out of the church compartment was much too fast for her and she felt nervousness taking over her body with every step. It was horrible to run towards her fate without being able to do anything.

The only thing she prayed for was that they wouldn't all jump on her at the same time. Otherwise she would probably prefer the jump out of the window or her husband's knife sooner than she thought.

The move to the main building was barely visible but she knew from the small twitch on Eddie's hand that his anticipation was rising. ,,Almost there, sweetheart" she heard the dirty giggle of Bo who let his eyes wander down her form.

It wasn't until they turned into the hallway and she recognized the door to her room where she fainted that she tried to escape his grasp. ,,Please-please don't no," she begged Eddie who had a firm grip on her hand. He stopped abruptly and looked at her in confusion.

His eyes shone a strange mixture of incomprehension and confusion. ,,But darling, what is it? I promise it will be beautiful. Just think of the children, they will look as beautiful as you, my dear," he tried to cheer her up in his own way.

At the word children, she looked at Eddie, startled. I'm as good as dead, was all she could think of, and fear gripped her. She knew that if she didn't kill herself, it would come out later anyway, and then she would be of no use to the murderers. ,,I-ehm..." she stammered, but fell silent and hung her head slightly.

The light flickered in the hallway and the shadows of the eleven people looked monstrous. She was the Lamb, and the others were the big bad wolf, snarling and licking its teeth at the meat. All at once Eddie's hand stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

But the look that was confused before was now fixating as if he didn't want to let her go. ,,Honey are you still a virgin?" he asked her and a smile that reminded her of obsession scared her.

Before she could even explain the situation, the dream demon interrupted her. ,,My little one is certainly not a virgin anymore, sorry to spoil your fun," came from Freddy who gave a dark chuckle and his face came out from under his hat.

Suddenly Eddie let go of her and took a step towards Freddy.His expression changed completely and he seemed to be completely out of it. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.

Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Freddy dodged with a grin and the blades came out of one of Eddie's knives. This is my only chance she thought with a jerk, dropping everything but the knife she was clutching and running past the distracted killers.

In fact, Michael and Jason seemed to be expecting her and tried to grab her. She ducked and her hands clutched the white dress which tore at her legs with a jerk.

She heard Eddie shouting something after her, but she just kept running.

She felt ironic about the whole situation. A few hours ago or more, she didn't know, she had already run away once and now she was running around again in a broken wedding dress.

It was cold and goosebumps formed on her skin it was uncomfortable she hated it. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. But she knew she had to get to the elevator to reach the top floor to find the exit and get to her car.

A tour of each floor was like a tour of wherever you started, you would always come back to the elevator, or so she hoped. So she ran on, clutching the knife and still unsullied, no blood on the blade but that would soon change.

She heard footsteps behind her and she knew it was all just a matter of time until they had her. ,,Come back now, darling!" she heard the cry of Eddie, who had apparently left Freddy earlier than expected. She thought for a moment, but no matter how many times she went through the scenario, she never had a chance against any of the eleven. Especially against the clown she was as good as powerless. She would not get her fear under control here.

She turned the corner and she hoped that it would not take long until she came to the elevator. But when she heard a crack in the wall, she gulped.

It's Brahms, she thought, and walked away from the wall.It was true that she might not be able to do anything against the killers, but she had to at least try to escape, otherwise it would be the only thing she would ever have known.

As said before, Brahms came out of the wall with a leap and tried to grab her. However, since the girl was too far away, he reached into the void. ,,Come back to me, I'll be good too!" he assured her, but his tone became vicious and she sobbed.

Her lungs and legs were racing and the fabric of her dress was getting more and more ragged from the poor sewing. When she arrived at a room she knew that hiding and waiting was the best option. She closed the door and walked backwards into the room. But it was dark and she could not see her hand in front of her eyes.

She was only aware of her own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. The knife was still held convulsively. ,,My little one, come back to your husband," she heard it whisper before a tongue ran across her cheek. She recoiled from Freddy and ran toward the door, knocking over a stack of chairs to block the way. ,,You really think little Y/N is going to stop me, stupid girl?" he shouted after her, laughing which increased her heartbeat.

She ran on and prayed that she would finally reach the elevator.

She was hardly aware of the spider webs around her until she began to get tangled in them and they began to cover her arms and legs, and she cut them with her knife. ,,My...wife, there you are, come to Pennywise," the redhead quipped, and she ducked away under a claw. ,,Leave me alone you miserable clown!" she screamed at him and tried to hit him with the blade as she couldn't find any other way to get out of here. Only when she saw the clown's glowing eyes did she back away in fear. He began to drool as if he were feasting on her performance.

,,So juicy and delicious come here my Y/N" he demanded and made a leap towards her. Out of survival instinct, she raised the knife and held it protectively in front of her. She heard the tearing of cloth and bells followed by an amused giggle.

When she looked, the knife was up to the hilt in the clown's chest and a misty mass came out. ,,This has all become much more interesting. Run, my wife, entertain me. Come on, run!" he shouted at her and in one movement the spider threads disappeared. Pennywise took a step backwards and escaped the blade before disappearing into the darkness. ,,What's going on here?" she muttered and looked around. Everything the clown had brought had disappeared, but she was glad that he had let go of her.

She made a relieved noise when she saw the elevator a few meters ahead of her. She slammed the grate of the elevator shut and let herself fall against the wall before pressing the button for the top floor.

But startled, she opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. ,,Darling, come here now. Come back to me...now!" Eddie shouted at her, his hands shaking the elevator. ,,I-no, please go away," she stammered, pressing herself harder against the wall of the elevator. ,,I'm not done with you yet. You're not going to break up our marriage!" he called after her before the elevator went up.

Trembling but relieved to finally get upstairs, she breathed in and out. Everything will be fine, just don't lose your nerve, she reminded herself, knowing that if she did get out, therapy would be the best thing for eternity. But when the elevator stopped on the second floor, she frantically pressed the button to continue. ,,It didn't work like that, sweetheart.

You see, the old thing took a while, you know, for the patients. Now come here," came from Bo who was pushing his way into the elevator. She screamed and dodged Bo before catching his hand with the knife. ,,Oh we're gonna get you my bitch," he said before running after her.

She ran again, afraid it might be her last moment. Briefly she turned her head and saw that Bo had slowed down, but she didn't know why. ,,Vincent grab her," she heard and wondered. But when she turned the corner and two knives with a dragon handle bored into the wall in front of her head, she looked at the wax figure maker in panic. The black-haired man emerged from the darkness and Y/N ran on, feeling him coming closer with each step.

Only when she felt a pain on her arm did she cry out. Vincent had thrown one of his knives at her and it had left a bleeding gash on her arm. Only the clang of the knife could be heard as it fell to the ground. The warm blood ran down her arm and began to soak the dress.

Under other circumstances this would be astetic, but in her present case she had nothing but disgust and fear for it. She ran around one of the many corners before skidding over an overturned table and looking back, gasping. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't see Vincent in the dim light.

Slower than necessary to avoid toppling over from exertion, she continued through the second floor. She knew that each floor was only a circuit, but it still seemed so long to the elevator.

The knife was still in her hand with only a splash of Bo's blood on the blade. Better him bleeding than me she thought to herself and held the wound on her arm. Only now did she look down at her dress with distaste. After it was torn, it went down to her knee and some scraps of fabric were hanging down. What was once pure and innocent was now torn and stained.

She stopped and her eyes searched the darkness as she heard grunting, almost animalistic noises.

,,Thomas" she whispered and started to run, and only a few moments later the sparks of the chainsaw lit up the hallway. Despite the fact that the machine was heavy and she herself could not hold it up for long, Thomas seemed to have no problem chasing it through the halls. The sound of the chainsaw rang in her ears she hated it.

It was loud and she knew one hit with that thing would probably be enough to cut her in half or completely incapacitate her and then she would be done for. ,,Stop it Thomas please!" she begged as she felt the metal almost against her back. Suddenly the sound of the chains turning stopped and only the whirring of the engine could be heard. Y/N continued to run but looked back as if her words had stopped him.

But this was not the reason why she backed away and almost tripped over her own feet. ,,Jason" she whispered and the man with the machete looked down at her.

For a moment she thought he would leave her alone, just like Thomas. But when Jason went for his machete and lunged, she cried out. As best as she could, she rolled to the side before she pulled herself up and dodged the machete again. The machete got caught in the wall and Jason seemed to need a moment before he could come at her again. She took her chance and ran away again. ,,Come on, just a little longer," she reminded herself, making a delighted noise when she saw the elevator. She jumped in, pressed the button and was relieved to see that the system had caught up again. Just in time the elevator rose and the machete and the two knives flew towards the elevator but bounced off with a ringing sound and fell loudly to the floor.

She shakily took her hand away from her wound and saw that it was also now full of blood. She almost lost the knife and wiped her slippery fingers on the white fabric. Calmly just through the top floor and then out of here. You're back home and then everything will be fine she thought and a few moments later the door opened.

Slowly at first and then running, she ran through the upper floor. The air was cooler up here through the demolished windows but she didn't care. She breathed in the oxygen and was glad that she got some. ,,Hey beauty come here. Yeah, come join us, let's have some fun and watch a movie," purred the voices of Billy and Stu, the two older ones seeming to make fun of her insecurity.

Only when she cried out in fear when she saw the two with the Ghostface masks coming out of the darkness towards her did they run towards her. ,,Please let me please!" she screamed at them and she screamed again when she was grazed by two blades. The knives of the two had hurt her even if only slightly on her shoulder, which was slightly open because of the dress. ,,I'm going to have so much fun my new Sidney" Billy said and Stu only made an annoyed noise. ,,She's ours, Billy ours!" snapped Stu, his jealousy clearly audible.

Fucked up but Interesting relationship, she thought, although there was no worse time to think of such a thing.

She looked back at the two of them and saw Billy stop his friend. They mumbled something and took off their masks. ,,The shadow will get you darling" Billy called after her and they both stopped before waiting in the darkness. The shadow. She thought about it, but her thoughts were too confused for her to sort them out.

But it didn't matter, she saw the exit and pulled the last reserves out of her. She sprinted out as fast as she could. She saw her car, which she had parked behind the barrier, untouched. But there was no greater joy than seeing the vehicle. She had a consumed grin on her lips as she stood in front of her car. She reached for the door's opener and faltered. It was locked.

She tried again, but when she realized she needed a key, she reached into the void. ,,The key, the damn key," she muttered and her fist collided with the glass. Hissing, she pulled back, but stopped when she saw someone standing behind her in the reflection of the glass. ,,Michael" came like a breath over her lips before the man cut her off with his hands.

The knife in her hand was held trembling in front of her and she looked up at Michael in fear. He was breathing loudly as if he was exhausted no rather excited but why she did not know and that made her afraid.

One last try she thought to herself and she took it in her stride to run all the way home. She gripped the knife tighter and stabbed at Michael's chest.

But with a speed she would not have expected, he grabbed her wrist and held it so tightly that she dropped the knife. The killer leaned down and came closer, but Y/N jerked away.

His hand ran over the wound on her arm and she hissed. He paused to watch her for a moment before his hand went to her hair. ,,Please let me go," she pleaded softly. His head turned slightly and behind the mask the two eyes watched her.

With a jerk he had grabbed her head and with two blows against the car she sank unconscious from the force into his arms.

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smuthospital · 6 months

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Eek just thinking about thomas hewitt x kidnapped reader who gets pregnant after a non con night with him and thomas treating them right- like reader making a meal and thomas coming up behind them and having his big beefy arms absolutely encase reader and one hand completely encasing their belly djfnfnf

Here you go~

⭐️Thomas Hewit/ Leatherface x pregnant reader⭐️

Warning: Nothing but fluff (fem reader)

A feel weeks after you were kidnapped by the giant, Tommy, you woke up feeling sick. Unfortunately, you were chained to a pipe next to the bed, so you threw up all over the floor. Thomas heard your wretching and practically ripped the door off its hinges when he barged in. He immediately got down on all fours to help you up and clean your face with his hands, staring at you like you were dying in his arms. Concered whines escaped his throat as he cradled you. "I.. I dont feel...too good.." You mumble. His mother pears in from the doorway, and her face lights up. "Oh my heavens! A new Hewit! I better get my knitting needles out for a blanket!" She cheered as she walked in. Thomas looked between you and her in shock before looking down at your stomach. He was still for a few seconds before he hugged you...a bit too tightly. "Tommy...too tight!" You wheezed, and he immediately let go before nuzzling into your neck. A few weeks later, your tummy began to expand. Momma Hewit has had you helping around the house, training you to be a proper wife and mother. Thomas treats you like a queen. Washes you, clothes you, feeds you, he'd do anything for you. You're beginning to like him back, as much as it scares you. You're in the kitchen making stew when Thomas spots you from the hallway. He'd just finished chopping wood. You look like an angel. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You're wearing an apron that really shows off your cute little baby bump. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, surprising you. You jump a bit in shock and almost drop your wooden spoon. He rubs your tummy as a form of apology. You understand what he's trying to tell you more and more. His eyes crinkle in happiness as his hands encase your tummy, rubbing it affectionately. You smile softly and continue mixing the stew.

#x reader #yandere x reader #slashers #fluff #leatherface #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #fem reader

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bella-goths-wife · 2 years

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Slashers with a femme fatale S/O

Michael Myers

You two had met one night when you had lured a much older man to the Myers residence thinking it would be abandoned, little did you know that Michael was watching you from the corner of the dark home

He watched as you whispered dirty things in the man’s ear and rubbed his arms

Michael thought you would be like his usual victims, young and horny, but he definitely did not expect your next move

Just as Michael was about to make a move to kill you both, you slashed the old pervert with a delighted smirk on your face

As you went to grab the mans wallet, Michael appeared and grabbed your shoulder

He was so curious about you and he wanted to know if you were like him

You, obviously shocked, tried to think of ways out of the situation thinking that he was going to Kill you

So you seduced him and, because you were covered in blood and he was still technically a virgin, Michael accepted and let’s just say you couldn’t walk in the morning

After that night you snuck out and left Michael to deal with the body of your victim

After that Michael started showing up at your kills, watch you kill your victim and then the two of you would hookup while being covered in blood

After a few times of this happening you two started a kinda relationship

Surprisingly Michael is not jealous over your victims, he understands that your only doing what you have to do and your not attracted to them

He will mark you up more in sex though so he always has a reminder that you belong to him

Possibly one of the healthiest relationships you could have with Michael, possibly because if your ever frustrated with each other you both just kill and fuck your problems out your system

He will use you as bait sometimes so that you two could share a kill

Or if he needed to lure someone back to the house or if he needed someone innocent looking to get close to one of his potential victims

Bo Sinclair

You two met when you car had broken down while passing through Ambrose and the first thing he had noticed about you was how dolled up you were just to be going on a drive and the second thing was how expensive your car was

Little did he know was that you were actually just looking for your next victim and little did you know he was thinking the same thing, he also thought about how pretty you’d make the house of wax

He takes a look at your car, with constant flirting between you two as you both acted out your usual acts

As he goes to look under you hood, you grab a near by wrench

But before you could do anything, Bo noticed there was nothing wrong with your car and quickly realises you were faking

He swings his head just as you miss it with the wrench

There’s a moment of silent realisation for a solid minute before you go to attack him again

He holds you off and you both get into a fight which eventually turns into a heavy make out session

Before things go any further, you lure Bo closer to a table full of tools which you grab one of to whack him over the head with which knocks him out cold

Bo wakes up to his wallet gone, his register raided, your car gone along with some spare parts and a not stuck to his forehead saying “better luck next time ;)” with a kiss on the bottom of the page

Bo doesn’t give up on you and searches seedy bars for months before he finds you again, you were flirting with an older, rich looking man and Bo was overcome with pure jealousy

He follows you into the bathroom and when you recognise him you smirk followed by the two of you getting hot and heavy in the bathroom stall

After that you are in a established relationship with each other and Bo puts down some ground rules to your “career choice” which is basically him saying don’t have sex with your victims

You agree but that doesn’t stop Bo from feeling jealous so whenever your about to kill your victim, he comes over and kisses you hard on the mouth while groping your chest

Pretty good arrangement if you ask me 😩😩

Vincent Sinclair

Actually meets you through Bo

You and Bo were friends from accidentally trying to kill each other

Sounds like you should hate each other but it actually just became a funny story for the both of you

Bo introduced you to Vincent in an attempt for you to be a distraction for him so he would stop bothering him

Vincent doesn’t actually understand what you do but when you sit down and explain it to him, he actually finds it quite cool

You both become partners after Vincent became jealous of one of your victims forcing him to admit his feelings to you

Is actually okay with your style of killing as long as he doesn’t see it and he will get jealous from time to time but is quickly reassured by you that your only flirting with them to kill them or steal from them

You help him build his collection

You both swipe through tinder and Vincent tells you if he wants to add someone to the wax collection

It’s like ordering art

He adore you and worships the ground you walk on because he doesn’t want you to think he’s like the others who are using you for your looks

Thomas Hewitt

You both meet after he finds you in town, you were flirting with an old man

The man looked at him in disgust and when Thomas had passed you both the man had made a comment on his appearance and called him a freak

Just as Thomas was about to kill him he turns around to see you use your clearly sharpened hair clip to slash the man’s throat

When he looked you with blood in your hair and the most innocent smile on your face he swore he saw an angel

You apologised for the man’s behaviour before trying to walk to your car

Thomas catches up to you and awkwardly invites you over to his house to eat

You wanted to refuse but something told you that doing that would escalate the situation so you accepted

You met the family that night and most of them liked you mostly because of your good looks and how nice you were to Tommy

When you and Thomas decide to become partners, you tell the family what you do to make money

You are judged harshly but the complaints suddenly stop when your bringing fresh meat to the home every week

Thomas doesn’t get jealous and actually finds it attractive that he has something that so many other people wanted but couldn’t have

Acts like your personal body guard if you bring a victim back to the house to kill

If a victim hurts you somehow Tommy will instantly protect you

Your career actually fits in perfectly with the Hewitt residences way of life

Tiffany valentine

You had both met at a club when Tiffany spotted you from across the room as you were dancing with a man

You made eye contact with her and shot her a lustful look and Tiffany was instantly attracted to you

So is it surprising that when she catches you killing the man you were dancing with a few minutes ago that her first reaction is to kiss you passionately?

You both start a relationship pretty quickly because of how intense you both are

She would never get jealous but she will pretend to get you to “prove” that you belong to her in the bedroom

Will actually help you rob and kill victims

You would lure men to the trailer park with the promise of a threesome with two hot goths

Then you would murder them with multiple stab wounds before kissing and having VERY intense sex for a few hours afterwards

Asa Emory

You two meet because you enrolled into his class

You thought a simple single professor would be easy to seduce so you stay late after class and work your magic

But unfortunately for you Asa Emory is way more then a simple professor

Your put into his games but you quickly become his favourite pet with how eager to are to please him

That mixed in with the fact your a psychopath who is always looking for the next opportunity

After you develop Stockholm syndrome you two become official

After that you are practically partners in crime as well with you luring his victims to a place with no cameras

#asa emory x reader #bo sinclair x reader #michael myers x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #femme fatale reader #tiffany valentine #Tiffany valentine x reader #bo sinclair #asa emory #michael myers #thomas hewitt #vincent sinclair #female reader #fem reader

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