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calmcoldevening · 3 months

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Hellow! I just comeback to tumblr after a long time away from this magic space and i wish (and request if is possible 👉🏻👈🏻) if you can write a one shot where the reader was adopted after Charlie finished a family, she was a baby then and grow up as a Hewitt basically so Thomas is her “step brother” but when they grow and they start doing the “family business 🔪 “ they protect each other, he protects her physically and she protects him emotionally also she finish some girls who make fun of Thomas, basically they found that both have feelings for each other…hope i didn’t ask a mess 🥺 by the way, i love your content 🖤

Omg, thank you so much, really ♡⁠ And I like your idea, so I hope you will like it))

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Tw: mention on murders, cannibalism, a little hurt/comfort, reader and Thomas are not the real siblings, jealousy

Almost no one remembers how you got into this family anymore. At one point, Hoyt just carried you in his arms, frowning at Luda. The woman carefully picked you up in her arms, your big curious eyes looked around the room and the people present with interest. Surprisingly, you weren't scared, even though you didn't understand where you were. People were talking loudly, but you didn't understand any of it.

But it only took a couple of minutes, and a strange man appeared in your field of vision. Kid. He was a boy of about five with long black hair, and his face was covered in bandages in some places. The woman said something to him, and the boy awkwardly approached you, looking at your little body with curiosity and some fear. You smiled almost reflexively and held out your hands to him. The woman grinned and gently laid you down in the boy's arms. You curled up blissfully on his chest, closing your eyes and relaxing. The boy started rocking you. It was so nice and warm. You fell asleep almost immediately.

Thomas. That was the boy's name. Thomas Hewitt, your older brother Tommy. He has always been kind and gentle towards you. Of course, your whole family was good, even if it was peculiar, but still Tommy seemed the most dear to you. It has always been so.

The boy was constantly protecting you. At home or in the outside, it doesn't matter, Thomas always tried to be with you, like your personal guardian angel.

As the years passed, Thomas was already in school. You were about four years old when you started noticing something was wrong. Tommy came home from school, and his body was covered with a lot of bruises, dried blood was visible on the bandages. It happened a lot. But when you tried to ask Thomas about it, he was silent, turning away from you.

Your childish mind was still unable to make up a whole picture of such situations.

So the only thing that came to your mind was to cheer Tommy up. He was sitting on the bed when you entered the room. Awkwardly walking with your little legs, you came closer to him, smiling. Without thinking twice, you climbed onto the bed next to him. Taking one of his hands, you began to glue small patches on his wounds.

"It hurts, brother?" you ask softly, looking up at Thomas. The guy can't help but smile. He gently runs his free hand through your hair, and shakes his head negatively. You giggle contentedly and put your arms around his neck, climbing into the boy's lap. Thomas hugs you back tenderly, and in those warm hugs you feel like your brother is protecting you from the whole world.

Already in the middle of school, Thomas started working with Charlie at the slaughterhouse, but you just stayed at home after graduation. By nature, you were a child who was much weaker than Thomas, even though you were very smart and cunning. Besides, Luda didn't want you to see all these horrors of murder from such an early age. You didn't resist her views.

After all, after school you worked at one of the grocery stores in the city. Even if they didn't pay that much because of your age and the fact that it was your unofficial job, it was already something. Therefore, every day you brought home either money or food immediately, which Luda was immensely happy about. Unlike Tommy, you grew up to be quite an active and curious child, you were often the first to take the initiative in various matters. Therefore, at the age of ten you were quite good at helping People around the house, and at fifteen you were already fully cooking. You didn't particularly like the fact that Luda spends almost all her time doing household chores, so you tried to give her as much rest as possible. She was very happy to have such a child.

As the years passed, the city emptied as time passed. The closure of the slaughterhouse has greatly affected the peaceful course of life in the city. After a while, only your Hewitt family remained in the city. It's not that you love other people, it's just that you were sorry that the usual way of life was changing. But as long as you're with your family, you don't care about other people.

Due to the fact that there was not much food in the city, and it was not possible to travel outside it often, gradually you did not have enough food. You just accepted it, and you didn't ask any questions.

Until one day Charlie gave some strange speech.

You could feel the tension in the air when you all gathered at the table. It was a little awkward. The room was dark, with only a small chandelier above the table being the only source of pale yellow light. As usual, you folded your hands on your chest in prayer before eating, when Charlie said a prayer to God. No, not Charlie, Hoyt. Your eyes were darting around the room. You saw the tense shoulders of the Woman and the way her forehead wrinkled because of the eyebrows drawn together. Hoyt wasn't as tense, and yet there was some excitement in his voice. Uncle Monty was no different from his usual self, he just kept quiet.

Eating people. It was.. strange. Wrong. How could Hoyt say that in order to survive, you have to eat people? And this strange soup with rather tough meat.

You looked at Tommy. He was sitting next to you, his huge figure only added some kind of horror to the atmosphere of the room. And yet, under the table, he took your little hand in his big palm, squeezing it in comfort. You understood that it was necessary. If Tommy said it was necessary, then you will obey. You nodded curtly and started eating.

Gradually you got used to the new way of life. You spent whole days helping People around the house or at her gas station store, and in the evening you spent time with Tommy. You are used to strange strangers appearing in your house several times a week, and new meat appears on the table that evening. You no longer paid attention to the screams or the blood, you lived as usual. The only thing you didn't like was that Tommy was now more tired and exhausted by the end of the day. After working with meat for a long time, he would come to your room, you would sit on the bed. He would climb onto your bed and put his head on your hips, seeking comfort. You began to gently stroke his tangled black hair. He closed his eyes with a smile. Your hands gently find the clasp of the mask on the back of his head. Thomas reflexively tenses up at first, but immediately lets you take off the mask. He looks up at you and you smile, caressing his cheeks with your hands. Every time such a sight made a pleasant warm feeling appear in your chest, you wanted to see this smile more often. After a long hug, you fell asleep on the same bed, cuddling up to each other.

Such a life has become commonplace. And although you tried to be indifferent to all the victims who come to this house, in the end, they will all end up being your dinner, you couldn't ignore how these pathetic bastards treated Tommy. Especially those screaming and crying girls.

Thomas was sharpening a knife in his basement when you went down there and saw a girl tied to a table. Her makeup was smeared, and her face was red and swollen from crying and screaming. She was obviously pretty tired already. And yet, the girl continued to try to pull out, shouting some obscenities. She probably already realizes that she is doomed. And yet, her body is still filled with animal fear. You walk down the stairs, your arms folded across your chest. Thomas is not paying attention to you, he is completely focused on his work. And from there he stands over the bound girl. His palm slowly slides over her trembling stomach, breasts, and finally stops on her face, caressing her cheeks. Your heart strangely, almost painfully contracts at the sight of this scene. The girl wriggles and cries, calling Thomas a freak and a brainless animal. You can't see his face, but you can feel him frowning. In an instant, he raises his hand with a cleaver over the girl and forcefully drives it into the girl's body, cutting her fragile neck with an unpleasant crunch. She gurgles, choking on her own blood. You slowly approach Thomas, hugging him from behind. Your hands are clutching the fabric of his shirt under his apron.

"She's lying, Tommy. She's just stupid. You are not an animal, you are the most wonderful man in the world," you whisper and feel him relax under your embrace. He throws the cleaver on the floor. The man turns to face you and wraps you in a tight hug, burying his nose in your hair. He's always been soothed by your scent.

You were really annoyed by these rude victims of the girl. That's why you often began to deal with them yourself. Something inside you rejoiced when you silenced their vile mouth.

You were in the kitchen, as usual, making an apple pie. Humming something to yourself, you moved around the kitchen in a relaxed way, enjoying the cooking process. Suddenly, you heard the faint crackle of the stairs leading to the basement. The third step from below was flimsy and always creaked. But under Tommy's weight, it was a more distinct sound. Now the sound was almost inaudible, as if someone was sneaking around, trying not to attract attention. When you turned around, you saw a fragile girl covered in blood. Her right hand looked like a bloody mess, so she held it with her good hand. Was it Tommy's toy? A strange anger has boiled up inside you. You grabbed the knife you were using to cut apples. It was a sharp knife that Hoyt sharpened for you not so long ago. Slowly approaching the girl from behind, you abruptly wrapped your arms around her, exposing the blade with the tip to her stomach. The girl was filled with an almost animal panic and she reflexively rushed forward, trying to escape from your grip. She made it worse for herself. Her flesh was instantly pierced by a sharp blade. You felt her body convulsing, and cherry blood instantly stained your hands. The knife went into her stomach almost to the hilt when she went limp in your hands. Hoyt would probably scold you for spoiling the meat right now. But you don't care. It felt so light and pleasant when you finished off this girl who called Thomas names not so long ago when he dealt with her friends. No one dared to call your boy that, absolutely no one.

But it wasn't any easier for Thomas.

He saw all those sidelong glances from the victims, all those lascivious smiles in your direction. It annoyed him so much. Thomas killed such victims with particular cruelty. You were his gentle and innocent flower, who had been kind to him since childhood. Thomas cherished you. He wouldn't be able to forgive himself if something happened to you. Your soft hair, sweet smell and sweet smile. All of this made his heart flutter. But in those moments when the escaped victims tried to take you with them, his chest was filled with a feeling of anger and hatred. No one will dare to take away his flower, his ray of light in this dark life.

But there was something strange about it, something he couldn't explain. When the victims tried to flirt with you, unaware of the danger, or when they touched you unobtrusively, his blood boiled. There was something else besides the desire to protect. Mine. Mine. MINE. The voice kept repeating in his head when some guy at the gas station tried to hug you. That same night, he cut off his limbs. There was something else besides his brother's affection. It wasn't right, was it? But all your smiles, touches, and tenderness made Thomas want you for himself alone. He wanted to hold you close and show you in every way that he loves you. He loves me very much. Will you understand him? Or do you only see him as a brother? Thomas knows, he clearly remembers the day when Charlie brought your baby to this house. Even then, Thomas swore with his heart that he would protect and take care of you. You're not his blood sister, so maybe...? Will you love such a freak? After all, all the victims talked about him that way. A freak, an animal, a monster. Do you see him differently? He doesn't want to scare you or disgust you, no. He wants to love you. He wants you for himself.

It was a surprisingly rainy day. You were sitting on the porch, hugging your knees. The rain was pounding on the roof of the house, and there was a strong smell of humidity and wet dust in the air. There wasn't a soul around. There haven't been any new victims in the last few days, so you could definitely rest. Luda, along with Hoyt and Monty, went to a nearby town to check on someone from relatives, so you and Thomas were alone. Quiet and peaceful.

A man was watching you through the open front door. Your gentle image warmed his heart in a pleasant way. Maybe...?

You heard heavy footsteps approaching, and your body almost reflexively relaxed. A warm blanket was placed on your shoulders, and Thomas himself sat on the porch next to you. Even sitting down, he was much taller than you. Thomas stared ahead for a long time, watching the chaotic raindrops. His dark hair was even more curly from the humidity. Finally, he turned to face you, looking down at you. His blue eyes bored into your face for a long time. Finally, he took your hands in his, squeezing them gently. His rough thumbs massaged your hand skin in gentle circles, he frowned a little, obviously thinking about something.

Then he dropped one of your hands. The man pointed at himself. Then he put his hand to his lips, kissing her, and brought his hand to his heart. Then he pointed his finger at you.

I. Love. You.

Your cheeks instantly flushed when you looked down. Your heart was pounding wildly in your chest, echoing in your ears. Did he have the same feelings for you? Or did you get it all wrong? But you are a family..

"I love you too, big brother," you say in the most innocent way, looking at the wet wooden boards of the porch.

Thomas frowns and grabs your face with his free hand, forcing you to look at him. You look up, meeting his eyes. The man's blue eyes are filled with longing and a strange warmth. He shooks his head.

You feel overwhelmed by emotions. How have you always been able to communicate so clearly, even without words? Some kind of pleasant tender feeling blossoms in your chest. You wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly and burying your nose in his shoulder. The smell of metal and dust mixed with the sweet natural scent of his body. The smell that always calmed you down. Thomas hugs you back, stroking your back with his big hand.

A little later, you pull away. You have a strange strong desire, his lips look full and beautiful to you. Leaning forward, you gently kiss him through the mask, he responds. Your kiss is wet and clumsy, but filled to the brim with feelings. Thomas squeezes you tightly in his arms, wanting to shut you off from the rest of the world. You are his, his and only his. You may not be his sibling, but you are his family.

#slashers x reader #slashers fandom #slashers x you #slashers #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt

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im-his-druidess · 1 year

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I SAW THAT YOU WRITE FOR MY BABIES THOMAS AND RZ MIKEY 🥹

So if you take requests and if it's not too much (please ignore if it is I'm dumb as fuck)

Could you do Bo, Michael, and Thomas's reactions to their s/o absolutely begging them to fuck them? (I'm such a dog I know 😓) BUT IM CRAVING IT SO BAD

bonus point if they are rough 👀

Anyways thank you! <33

I'm so horny for these guys. I have no shame when it comes to them 😩

Bo Sinclair

Would absolutely LOVE it. Would give him such an ego boost. Loves to hear you beg for him and wants you to do it as often as possible. The more filthy you beg, the more desperate you sound, the more likely he is to actually relent and fuck you. Sometimes he will refuse just to get you even more riled up. But once he has committed to having sex, he will most likely tie you up and force you to keep begging even while he is fucking you. Won't stop until you are a drooling incoherent mess.

Michael Myers

He would be a little taken aback by your vigor, but would find you mostly curious. Would see how far he could push you, standing silent and still while you rub against him like a cat in heat, and would want to investigate why you are acting like this. He will eventually begin to find your reactions fascinating. But he would greatly enjoy taking you whenever he feels like it the second you bat your eyelashes at him and he would like hearing how much you want him. Would also fuck you until you can barely walk let alone speak. He only knows how to fuck you hard and brutal and won't stop until he's tired.

Thomas Hewitt

Is mortified and turned on all at once. He finds its almost impossible to resist you and when you start begging all pretty and earnest he nearly rips his pants with how fast he tries to pull them down. Will immediately throw you over his shoulder and find the nearest quiet spot for some privacy. Some days he might brush you aside if he has a lot of work to do, but will stop occasionally to paw at you to hold you over until he can fuck you properly.

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edenminx · 1 year

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I love drawing unhinged mentally insane murderers being submissive and saying “fuck” I should do it more often❤️

#my art #the scrunkly #billy lenz fanart #billy lenz #black christmas 1974 #black christmas #slashers #slashers fanart #slashers fandom #billy lenz x y/n #teehee #he’s my cutie patootie #my silly billy #silly kitty! (he’s a grown ass man)#silly goofy ahh #u guys ever get the urge to call slashers ur bbgs and kitty meow meow

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peachie-ghoul · 10 months

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Working on stuff

#my art #doodle #ethan hawke #the black phone #the grabber #albert shaw #slashers #slashers fandom

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9xi5x · 3 months

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Michael myers

#slashers #horror #slashers fandom #art #artists on tumblr #horror movies #fan art #fanart #slashers fanart #halloween #michael myers art #michael myers fanart #halloween memes #horror memes #tumblr memes #meme #lol memes #halloween fanart #halloween kills

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jamesdegriz · 1 year

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It's really disturbing how wet and horny slasher/monster/horror movies make me…

#don't try to psychanalyse it even #michael myers #slasher fandom #slashers are cute?#slashers are cute!#slasher x reader #slashers fandom #michael myers x reader #jason voorhes x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x reader #I can't help myself around the emotionally stunted giant men #I just want to comfort them #and fuck them #not fuck #slowly make love to them all night long till I'm oversensitive and twitching #I belong in the asylum

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misstwisted · 8 months

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Michael has had it up to here with these dipshits torturing his kid

#slashers fandom #slasher fandom #Michael Myers #ghostface #scream franchise #halloween franchise #trick r treat #trick r treat sam #sam trick r treat

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dreckigenahte · 1 year

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was worried about posting the other art since i mostly post tokyo ghoul but hey brahmsie solos so !! <3 this is my favourite piece from 2022 x

#brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #brahms my beloved #the boy #the boy 2016 #slashers #slashers fandom #my art #gutsys art #my silly little guy

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eerie-candid · 2 years

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Boys, come pick me up I'm scared

#digital art #art #artwork #slashers #slashers fandom #horror #horror movies #tcm #tcm 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #comic #drayton sawyer #lefty enright #lefton #drayton x lefty #this is for the dozen people who asked for lefton

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tiaxxxx43 · 28 days

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Your slasher character x You

Harry never was understanding and gentle, he would kill you while you was giving him love. I gave him everything, I gave him myself, my virginity, but he just wants to see me bleed. Sometimes I wonder what will happen if I leave him, but then I remeber for his words ,, You are mine. You will never leave me because I am for you everything. You know that. I am your home and you always come back to me” he is right. I don´t have anyone, only him. I´d never been anywhere just in his arms. If I leave him I leave myself.

Your slasher characters are everything to you and you know that.

This is not real guys :ˇ)

#slashers #slasher x you #harry warden #slasher x reader #horror #slashers fandom #slasher community #slasher lover

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calmcoldevening · 3 months

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may i request a fic or headcanons (whatever youre up for!) where sometimes jason will take the opportunity to show off his strength to his s/o? like maybe he lifts really heavy things or when he's chopping firewood he'll rip a log in half with his bare hands 😍

Jason Voorhees x reader, his strength headcanons

Tw: soft, comfort, little mention of murder and blood

• All in all, Jason was a big, really big man and no less a big force. But he didn't want him to show it to you, on the contrary, he was always affectionate and gentle, trying to touch you as carefully as possible. He was a caring, kind partner, your personal teddy bear.

• And yet, sometimes he really wanted to show you how strong he is once again. Look, he's so big and strong, you're so small compared to him. You're not going to leave him, are you? He's so strong, he'll protect you!

• Rather, the desire to show your strength is caused by his lack of self-confidence, sometimes you have to prove to him that you really love him. In his life, Jason has only felt love from his mom, so now he clings to your love in every possible way like a touch-starved person. It's sweet, but sad at the same time. That's why he wants you to see him as a support and support.

• Jason loves carrying you in his arms, because this is not only a way to show how much he loves you, but also an opportunity to show all his strength again. Regardless of your weight or shape, it will lift you up like a real feather. You are so light and sweet in his arms, Jason is ready to pick you up in his arms in a wedding style at any opportunity.

• Yes, you often see him chopping wood. You go outside, into the clearing near your cabin, and you notice Jason. He's still wearing his mask, but he's completely naked from the waist up. His trousers hug his strong thighs, and his shirt hangs neatly on a tree branch. The man has an axe in his hands, and you see how your boyfriend's muscles contract and pulsate under his thin skin with each blow. Those big muscles, sexy bulging veins and sweat running down his sculpted body. You're literally salivating at the sight of your handsome man.

• As soon as Jason notices you, he grins slightly under the mask, blushing a little. Putting the axe down on the grass, the man takes hold of both parts of the log with his hands and with one sharp jerk tears it in half. He likes to impress you.

• You've often seen Jason carrying his victims, both living and dead, on his shoulder. And although they were mostly teenagers and young people, their sizes were sometimes quite large. Still, Jason had no trouble carrying them around like some kind of potato sacks.

• He can kill a man even with his bare hands, crushing the victim's skull, but that's not what Jason would want you to see.

• A couple of times you saw how, at the time of the chase, Jason knocked out the doors of other cabins in the forest just with his body.

• Due to the fact that Jason is not very confident in himself, he can be quite jealous. How annoying it is for him when one of his victims tries to steal you or flirts with you. He doesn't stand on ceremony with such victims. He would grab them and squeeze their flesh tightly, breaking their ribs and making them scream in agony. When the victim bleeds out, he will throw the body on the ground and come up to you, hugging you tightly.

• Often he does not notice how he shows his strength. Sometimes Jason doesn't really calculate his strength and squeezes you too tightly in his arms. That's why there are a lot of marks from his hands on your body, and these reddish marks look a little embarrassing.

#slashers x reader #slashers x you #slasher x reader #slashers #slashers fandom #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x reader

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im-his-druidess · 8 months

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heyy !! i had an idea about Vincent protecting omega reader (she can be in heat or not) from being harassed by her friend/boyfriend

you can write it in headcanons or however you want :D if you're comfortable ofc

I am absolutely comfortable with this 👀 I'm going to alter this just a bit but I hope you like it! 💙

You were already spiraling headfirst into your heatcycle when you rolled into the seemingly vacant town of Ambrose, your friends desperate to get away from your cloying scent that no doubt smelled sickly-sweet to their Beta noses, and you were unceremoniously left to slump against the storefront of local a pet store while everyone else continued to drive to the gas station. Hoping to find directions to a hotel and a store with some suppressants.

Not that those would help with you already this far into your Heat.

You had suggested that they leave you here in the shade, growing restless and agitated by the way they eyed you sideways and complained at your "lack of forethought". It wasn't your fault that your Heat was a whole two weeks early, but you knew they would never understand so you just grit your teeth against their judgmental looks. Now, with a warm breeze cooling your sweat dampened skin and fresh air in your lungs, you stared lazily at the wispy clouds above. Fuzzy brain trying to make shapes while studiously ignoring the wetness oozing between your jean short clad thighs.

You idly wondered if there was a laundromat in the town.

Movement a few yards away caught your attention and you lifted your head to squint at the store across the street. In the shadow of the alleyway you could make out the large vague shape of someone peering around the back of a hardware store. It seemed they were staring in your direction. It was instinct more than anything that had you dragging your hand up in an exhausted greeting, wiggling your fingers in a wave, and you even smiled shyly hoping that you weren’t about to be made to move from your spot by an angry business owner. The figure zipped back behind the building and you slowly blinked a few times trying to guess if you imagined the entire thing or if it was symptoms of your Heat frying your braincells. Then, much to your amusement, the figure popped up on the other side of the building only a few seconds later.

They were near the front of the store, peeking around the corner furthest from you but now a few feet closer, and you squinted once more at the shape. With the sun obscuring your vision you could only make out that they were tall and had long dark hair, but you still raised your hand in another greeting. Any thoughts that this person might do you harm in your delicate state not once even crossing your mind.

“I hope you don’t mind me sitting here,” you called out softly, flushing in embarrassment as you thought about how to explain your predicament, but the figure hesitated before dipping back out of sight.

You blinked again at the quick departure before letting your head fall back against the sun-warmed brick wall of the storefront. Over the sound of crickets chirping and the leaves rustling in the trees, you could hear the faint whimper of puppies inside the store. You wanted nothing more than to go inside and play with them, but the increasingly painful cramping in your pelvis left you glued to the sidewalk.

You didn’t know how long had passed as you stared up at the sky, random incomplete thoughts drifting in your head, and you lazily watched a bumblebee buzzing curiously around a dandelion poking up through a crack in the sidewalk before you turned your head to follow the bee and you suddenly found yourself gazing at a crouched figure peeking out from the pet store corner just a few inches away from you.

Your muddled brain didn’t even let you scream in surprise and instead you just blinked owlishly at the sudden appearance.

This close you could now see it was a man, judging by the broad shoulders and tense muscles stretching the wool fabric of his long sleeve beige sweater, and long midnight black hair fell past his shoulders in gentle, albeit tangled, waves. Long slender fingers were gripping the edge of the brick wall tightly and you glanced up at his face when his entire body seemed to twitch. It was your turn to twitch when you realized that the man was wearing a mask. It appeared to be carved out of a substance you couldn’t immediately identify, but you stared in growing awe at the sheer intricacy of the mask. You could make out sharp cheekbones and a strong straight jaw, an aristocratic nose and full lips pulled into a neat line with an almost invisible sliver sliced between the top and bottom lip for an airflow.

The space for one eye, from what you could see through a curtain of thick hair, was completely black and seemingly empty, while the other peered through the mask in a vibrant shade of bright blue.

“Wow…you’re gorgeous,” you blurted out before you could stop yourself and, because it seemed like you couldn’t shut up, you continued to further embarrass yourself, “your mask is absolutely beautiful.”

The man jerked back as if physically slapped by your words and you winced at yourself and scrubbed a hand over your face. Your brain was turning into mush and your insides felt like they were tearing themselves apart and now mortification had you wanting to rip out your own tongue.

“I’m so sorry. That was rude of me,” you muttered through your hands, unable to look back at the man, and a few moments later you felt warm calloused fingers tug gently yet insistently at your hands.

You jumped at the sudden touch and you felt an answering throb low in your pelvis at the skin contact. You looked up and held back your yelp of surprise when the man was now directly in front of you.

Before you could fully register the man being close enough to block out the sun from his massive frame, or of him touching you, you caught his scent on the breeze.

‘Alpha,’ your inner Omega nearly howled and you couldn’t stop the high-pitched trilling that escaped your throat.

The simmering heat in your veins instantly turned into a boil, the cramping in your abdomen taking your breath away as it turned to sharp stabbing pain, and you felt a surge of wetness slick your thighs through your shorts. An answering croaky purr, sounding almost unsure and hesitant, left the man and you subconsciously leaned towards him.

“I’m…I’m so sorry, but I need…,” you panted, trailing off as static filled your head and stole any words from you, and you rested your head on the Alpha’s broad shoulder.

“I don’t know,” you confessed with a small sob and you felt a large hand sweep gently over your back. You could’ve wept at the tender touch.

The scent of the natural Alpha spice, paraffin wax, and faint fresh lavender filled your nose and turned your already mushy brain into pure liquid. You restlessly burrowed your forehead into the man’s shoulder, clammy and clumsy hands gripping his sweater sleeves, and you felt a cautious nuzzle against your sweaty temple. His broad chest rumbled in a nearly silent purr and you offered little resistance when he gradually helped you to your feet.

“My friends…,” you began in a voice that was slurred and nearly unrecognizable, but the man just hooked one arm beneath your knees and the other across your back and lifted you effortlessly in a bridal hold.

After you were in his arms he stood completely still, almost as if he didn’t think past this part, and it felt like he was hesitating about something. You knew he could smell the copious amount of slick oozing from you, could probably see the wet patch on the crotch of your shorts if he looked closely, but instead he just nuzzled your head again with more confidence and started walking. There was little you could do except go limp in his strong arms, burrowing your face into the crook of his neck where his scent both enhanced the pain in your body and calmed the restless itch beneath your skin.

His long hair felt like silk against your face and you had the sudden urge to drag your fingers through it. As he walked you distracted yourself with his hair and gingerly twirled a curl around your fingertip. Noticed how the thick strands swayed with his steps, how it seemed he had bits of wax and paint clumped in various places as if he wasn’t careful with his hair, and you eventually noticed paint specks and dried wax on his sweater. You felt a pointed nudge against your head and you blearily glanced up to see him jerk his strong chin somewhere over your shoulder. You followed his gaze and realized that you were across from a gas station, your friend’s car parked outside, and they were all inside laughing with a man in a mechanic’s uniform. They seemed completely at ease and in no rush whatsoever and you felt tears well up in your eyes after the shock dissipated at seeing them and humiliation made bile sting the back of your throat.

‘So much for rushing back to help. They literally dumped me on the side of the road like trash,’ you thought bitterly.

You knew your emotions were heightened in your hormonal state, but that didn’t stop the way a small sob escaped your mouth. The Alpha tightened his grip on you in answer. One of your friends finally caught notice of you and you watched with horror as he rolled his eyes and pointed in your direction with his thumb. Another friend looked over her shoulder at you and promptly started laughing although she tried to cover it with her hand. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt the tears spill from your eyes as shame briefly overrode the pain from your Heat. A hiccupping sob left you and the mechanic finally glanced over, you couldn’t see much of his face from underneath his baseball cap, but the Alpha holding you gave a small imperceptible nod that you wouldn’t have caught if your hand wasn’t in his hair.

There was a silent exchange of sorts between the Alpha and the mechanic before a small ‘chuff’ left the Alpha and he started walking again with seemingly a renewed sense of purpose.

He was walking away from the gas station and you were momentarily confused until you spotted through your tears a large looming house in the distance in the direction he was walking. You sniffled and tried your best to swat away your tears before clearing your throat. Trying desperately to save any dignity you had left.

“Is that a hotel?” you croaked out as you glanced back up at the masked man and it was a few seconds before he finally nodded.

You relaxed back into his embrace, feeling his wide chest rumble with a quiet purr in acknowledgement that had your inner Omega preening, and winced at a particularly strong cramp seizing your stomach. Now doubting that your friends have even asked about suppressants or told anyone about your situation you let your head rest against his shoulder as more embarrassment flooded your frazzled nerves.

“Is there a doctor or a clinic in town? I know you probably already realized it, but I’ve…I’ve started my Heat,” you asked in a small voice while curling and twisting your hands nervously into his sweater without much thought as you kept your gaze on the approaching building.

Maybe the clinic had a spare Heat room you could use so you wouldn’t irritate the other visitors at the hotel. The man took another few seconds to nod and you were suddenly hit with the realization that you haven’t heard the man speak once since he found you. You tried not to take it personal since he’s been so helpful, but you found yourself suddenly curious about his voice. It would clearly have to match his massive and imposing figure and you spent the next few minutes distracting yourself with that train of thought until you heard gravel crunching underneath the man’s boots as he started up the long winding driveway.

“Maybe my friends can stay in a different hotel…or sleep in the car,” you muttered as you eyed the large windows and the calmly swaying trees straddling each side of the building.

You could hear a dog barking in the distance. It seemed peaceful and you selfishly didn’t want your friends to ruin the calm.

You felt an answering nuzzle on the top of your head, another chest-rumbling purr, and you felt yourself smiling at the actions of the gentle giant holding you. His scent was nothing but calming pheromones, happiness with a hint of panic probably due to being in close proximity with an Omega in Heat, before closing your eyes and breathing in deep. The warm humid breeze coupled with the subtle swaying of the man walking and the shade of the trees eased that panicked anxious feeling in your gut. This was a lot better than sitting on the side of the street.

“I’m glad you found me,” you blurted out softly only to wince when the man seemed to stumble at your words.

Before you could apologize he started purring again, the new rumbling deep enough that it felt like your very bones were rattling, and he squeezed you a bit tighter in his arms.

It seemed he was just as happy.

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