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gandalfspinkwig · 1 year

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HOW SLASHERS WOULD REACT TO WALKING IN ON YOU CHANGING (IF Y'ALL WERE FRIENDLY. SOMEHOW.)

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SUMMARY: Reactions from certain slashers if they walked in you whilst you were changing. If you're friendly. Somehow.

PAIRINGS: Various!Slashers x AFAB!Reader

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Includes OG!Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Brahms Heelshire, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Otis B. Driftwood, Norman Bates, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Brown Hewitt, Billy Lenz, Carrie White, Tiffany Valentine, Chucky, Freddy Krueger, Nubbins Sawyer, Chop Top Sawyer, Lester Sinclair and RZ!Michael Myers.

WARNINGS: Nudity, Mummy and Daddy Kink, Some of the slashers being pervs (*cough cough* Freddy *cough cough*), Fembodied!Reader, Reader is a teenager in Carrie's part otherwise they are an adult in the others etc.

OG!MICHAEL MYERS

Stands there.

Looks you up and down.

Nods and then leaves.

JASON VOORHEES

This precious, sweet little baby

Stands there. Flustered under his mask.

Turns and leaves. Bless his heart.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Stares. He's typically obsessed with his S/O.

Tiddies.

Probably would call you "mummy".

I mean, he's seen you in the walls.

Wall gremlin.

Would hug you and bury his face in your tits.

House train him y'all.

BILLY LOOMIS + STU MACHER

Billy looks you up and down and smirks teasingly.

Stu, on the other hand, walks in and then walks out.

If it's both of the boys, they both grin.

BO SINCLAIR

Stares. Smirks teasingly.

Leans against the doorframe and watches you.

"Don't mind me, darlin'" is all he says.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

Stares.

Stands neutrally and just stares.

He's baby.

OTIS B. DRIFTWOOD

It's definitely no accident that Otis walks in on you.

If it is an accident, he just walks past you and does whatever he's doing in your shared room.

He looks you up and down and says "Nice tits,".

NORMAN BATES

Confused. He's so precious and innocent about it.

His 'Mother' personality is screaming at him to get out.

Leaves and apologises profusely.

BUBBA SAWYER

Makes confused Bubba noises.

Drayton didn't teach him about a situation like this.

Throws you his apron to cover you up with, whilst covering his eyes.

THOMAS BROWN HEWITT

This beautiful gentleman.

Would stare for a few moments before averting his eyes.

He closes the door so Hoyt doesn't see you.

BILLY LENZ

This attic goblin.

Has probably seen you naked when he's watched you.

Would probably lick his lips.

Stares. 100000% stares.

CARRIE WHITE

It's a complete accident. This sweet girl.

You're probably her only friend ngl

Covers her eyes and runs out, closing the door behind her.

TIFFANY VALENTINE + CHUCKY

Tiffany is probably super polite about it. She just stands and talks to you as you change. She gives input on your outfit.

Chucky, on the other hand, looks you up and down, smirking. Probably makes some lewd comment.

Tiffany hits Chucky on the back of the head for that.

FREDDY KRUEGER

Somehow, he manages to get out of your dreams into the real world.

He looks you up and down, making some lewd comment, and flirts with you.

Leaves after you throw your slipper at him.

NUBBINS SAWYER

HE'S ALIVE IN THIS Y'ALL.

Grabs his camera and takes a picture of you.

Keeps it in his little fur pouch thing he has in the gif.

CHOP TOP SAWYER

He just wanted to show you a new album that he definitely didn't steal.

Stares, waving the record in his hand. Looks you up and down.

He just walks in and continues talking about the album.

LESTER SINCLAIR

Accidentally walks in and profusely apologises and runs out.

He accidentally runs into the door, knocking his hat off his head.

Apologises a million times, closing the door behind him.

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

Unlike OG!Michael, RZ!Michael takes time to look at you up and down, examining your body.

Hugs you. For some reason.

Pokes your breasts. Tilts his head.

Leaves.

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summerslashers · 8 months

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Beginning: Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Summary: You meet Tommy for the very first time as his new neighbor. He takes an immediate liking to you. Part Two

Warnings: you may die of cuteness overload

Author’s Note: I decided to make another fic about meeting Tommy and I think I like this one better :) I hope you guys like it too.

You waited anxiously at the front door to the large house, holding a plate of freshly baked, warm cookies and a small bouquet of wildflowers that you found near your home. You were really hoping to make a good first impression with your new neighbors- your only neighbors by the look of it as there wasn’t anyone else around for miles. Just yesterday you moved to the small town in Texas, in a cozy one story ranch right across the street from where you stood. The house before you seemed to be the complete opposite of your little home, unlike anything you expected to find in a quaint town like this. It was practically a mansion, two stories tall with a huge yard and a long dirt driveway.

You heard loud heavy footsteps from behind the door and you took a small step back, hoping that you still looked presentable even after your short walk in the dry Texas heat.

In an instant, the door swung open and slammed loudly against the house, causing you to jump, looking up at the man in the doorway with gentle, yet slightly alarmed eyes. He was big- intimidatingly big. He was taller than anyone you had seen before and incredibly broad. He had longish, dark hair, a half masked face, and oh- the most soft blue eyes you had ever seen despite his furrowed brows.

“Hello,” you offered him a kind smile, your cheeks growing warm. “My name is y/n. I just moved in across the street and wanted to come over and introduce myself.”

The large man didn’t say anything, his fingers twitching anxiously at his sides as though he wasn’t sure what to do. He looked into your eyes for a moment and then glanced down at your hands, his head tilting curiously to the side ever so slightly.

“Oh-“ you remembered the large plate in your hands and smiled, understanding his silent inquiry. “I made cookies if you’d like them. There’s two different kinds. These ones are white chocolate and raspberry, and these are chocolate chip. I wasn’t sure which ones you might like so I decided to make both. I hope that’s okay-”

Thomas’ eyes softened as you spoke, and he couldn’t seem to ignore the warmth that settled in his chest and occasionally worked its way up to his cheeks. You were just too cute, and no one had ever been so kind to him before. Most people who met him would call him cruel names or give him dirty looks, but not you. Instead, you simply spoke to him and looked into his eyes with a certain fondness, smiling up at him so sweetly.

Once again, the man said nothing, and you wondered if perhaps he didn’t speak at all. He wasn’t ignoring you, that much you could tell. He looked into your eyes and listened as you spoke, not once making you feel as though you were bothering him, so you continued.

“Um- these are for you too-” You blushed and held out the neatly arranged bouquet of Texas bluebonnets and purple coneflowers, the stems tied neatly with white ribbon. Now that you were actually gifting them, you worried that it looked silly to be handing over wildflowers that practically grew everywhere. Tommy noticed the way you became even more shy, your hands shaking just slightly as you held out the flowers. He took them carefully, his calloused fingertips brushing gently against your fingers as he did so, making you blush even harder.

“I found them just outside my house and thought they were really pretty. I hope you like them.”

Thomas nodded his head and you smiled brightly. The bouquet looked so small in his large hand, but he held it so delicately, careful not to bend or crush the little flowers. He looked down to admire the purple petals and silky white ribbon for a moment, and then he looked back at you. Though the rest of his face remained expressionless, his eyes were gentle and kind.

Your cheeks grew warm and you felt butterflies in your stomach. He hadn’t even said anything- he didn’t need to say anything. You simply knew that you liked him, that you were captivated by the silent, strong man in front of you.

Suddenly, the man reached into his pocket, pulling out what looked to be a photo. You watched him curiously as he reached out, hesitating for just a moment before handing the photo to you. You accepted it gently, looking at it with a soft smile. It was a little baby with big eyes and dark hair, and some facial deformities around the mouth and nose. You looked up at the man whose hands were once again fidgeting anxiously at his sides.

“Is this you?” You asked him softly. He nodded and reached out for the photo, carefully flipping it over in your hand, and suddenly you realized why he was showing it to you. On the back it read in nice, feminine handwriting, “Thomas Brown Hewitt 1st Birthday”. He was telling you his name.

“Thomas,” you smiled at him, testing out the name. “You were a very cute baby.”

Thomas blushed, his cheeks growing hot and eyes widening. He liked the way you said his name- how you called him cute. He liked you… a lot. He watched you take one last look at the photo before returning it to him with a content smile.

“I wish I could stay, but I should be getting home soon.” You said apologetically. “I’ve still got a lot of unpacking to do. It’s been really nice meeting you, Thomas.”

You handed him the plate of cookies with a smile. “I hope I see you again soon.”

He nodded, the warm feeling never once leaving his chest, not even as you walked away from him and towards your house. Tommy wanted to see you again too- no- needed to see you again. He had only just met you but he already felt so drawn to you. You were kind and caring, and he longed to have you in his life- to see you smile again and listen to your voice as you spoke to him so sweetly. You were special to him. His ray of sunshine in a dark and dreary life. And he would wait as long as he needed to to see his sunshine again.

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birdlungg · 2 years

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Tommy, Jason, Michael, dbd Ghostface + the sinclairs and how they'd take to face sitting >:D

Y'ALL ARE ON POINT W THESE LATELY

Thank you for adding my Sinclair boys

headcanons and blurbs again!

NSFW

Thomas

This boy LIVES to please he's the first one laying down for you on god,,,

Since he doesn't have a nose he has to make up for stimulation with some fancy tongue work

Would not think of it himself so you'll have to be the one to recommend it

"I want to try something," you tell him one night after some making out and heavy petting. He looks confused as you mount him and straddle his chest but starts to understand once his eyes lock on your cunt above his face. He starts off slow and hesitant but really gets into it as you grind on his face. You come quickly and move to get off of him, but he quickly grabs your waist and pulls you back down.

Seems he has a new favorite position.

Jason

I believe that Jason is a pussy eating champ once he gets the hang of it

Also a pleaser so he will want to do this often

also needs a little encouragement at first but practice makes perfect!

You've just finished sucking him off (which you both really enjoy) when he makes it apparent he wants to return the favor. You're always open to the idea, but tonight you want something different. He's still laying on his back so it's very easy to just crawl over him and place yourself where you want. His hands instantly come up to help you ride his face.

He will definitely be wanting to do this anytime he can.

Michael

rarely gives in and says yes to face sitting but enjoys it

prefers 69-ing so he can get some as well but it is what it is!

He's fingering you roughly as he tongues your nipples, and you blurt that you've been wanting to sit on his face. He stops completely and thinks about it for a moment, and then manhandles you atop his face after flipping himself over. Even though he's never done it in this position before, he knows those spots that make you sing. He has you coming quicker than usual.

You get flipped over and stuffed full of his cock before you even fully recover.

Danny

will be into it but mean

uses it as a bargaining tool in my opinion,,

like ill let you ride my face is you let me fuck your ass or when you're crying from overstimulation

He's the one that brings it up at first, while you're tied up and at his mercy. You're already overstimulated and tearing up from the sensations racking your body. You're untied from the headboard and he pulls your limp body into his face. You try to move off of him because it's too much but he won't let you. He moves you long enough to tell you that you can still use your safe word if you feel like chickening out.

You both know you won't, so you let him take over once more.

won't admit but LOVES facesitting

pussy eating champ runner up

I think he likes to pretend he's a big tough guy but deep down,,,, SIMP

you do have to suck his dick in exchange but honestly, that's just business babey

He comes down your throat with a grunt and watches you with a sleazy grin as you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. He kisses you as you stand, not caring about the taste, and says "I wanna eat your pussy, baby."

He saunters his way over to the bed and lays down, his cock hardening again as he looks at you. You make your way over and go to straddle his waist to continue your night but he shakes his head.

"No, I said I wanted to eat your pussy. Get the fuck up here."

Vincent

has no idea wtf he's doing but very willing to learn

favorite position because he gets to please you and you don't have to look at his face

win/win! (for him at least)

He doesn't like to take his mask off often but does so because he loves to eat you out. He's obsessed with your taste, and would often forgo his own pleasure to focus on yours. So when you bring up the idea he's very hesitant but wants to please you over anything. You sit on his face gingerly, easing him into it. He fumbles a bit at first but grips your ass in his hands and goes to town. You come hard, and feel something hit your back and turn to find that he came just from eating you out.

Just wait until you recommend 69-ing.

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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I understand this is a dark topic but what if Thomas's s/o asks to kill one of the tourists because they're the readers past abuser? I totally get if you don't wanna write this

So- I definitely didn’t go overboard with this- I LOVE THIS IDEA SM

THAMK U FOR THE REQUEST

Also nothing is too dark for me haha

(Not proof read)

Thomas’s S/o wants to kill a tourist that was a past abuser

•You kissed your boyfriend as he tried to get up from bed. You lovingly rubbed his chest and stomach trying to convince him to stay. Suddenly you hear Monty talking unsubtly louder than usual. You both sit up and listen to what’s happening. You strained your ears but neither of you could make out anything.

•You scurry out of the bed, but before you got too far Tommy grabbed your wrist. You turned to him and he shook his head.

• “It’ll be fine, I’ll be quick.” You say and he lets go.

• He gets out of bed and hastily grabs his pants from yesterday, far too concerned to care enough to get a clean pair, mainly because it has a belt in it already. While you on the other hand we’re in the bare minimum, only wearing undergarments. You open the door with a small creak and tiptoe into the hall.

•You lean over the banister and try to get some sense of what was happening if anything at all. You saw Monty wheel into view while talking to someone. He kept looking behind the man as if there was another intruder that was sadly obscured from your current position.

•Then the mystery person spoke, and your blood ran cold, you forgot to breathe, a never-ending pit now residing in your stomach.

•Thomas approached you with caution as he saw your body trembling. He placed a hand on your shoulder and you flinched. He instantly removed his hand, you rarely flinch at HIM specifically. He knew something had to be wrong. He leans over the banister and sees what you saw.

•He doesn’t understand… trespassers come around rather often, why were you so scared?

•The second person comes into view and you back up into Thomas. You grab onto his shirt and subconsciously tug on him.

•He wraps his arms around you and studies the man. When it clicked he swiftly walked you into your shared room.

•He helped you back onto the bed and wiped your tears away. You grab onto his sleeve and tell him to stay. He kisses you on the forehead and leaves the room. Soon you hear the screaming erupt.

•you try to distract yourself from the unwanted reminder of your past. You pull out a book and try to read it, but you can't focus. Then you took out some paper and a pencil and began to draw. It’s able to keep your attention for a little bit, but you stop when you hear them being dragged into the basement.

•Before you knew it you were in the hall heading for the stairs. Once you reach the first floor, Monty eyed you suspiciously. You pass him without an explanation and put your hand on the basement door. You hesitate, but slide the door open.

•you walk down the stairs and hear them pleading. It made you feel something… you descend the last creaky stair and see Thomas has chained the guy up, but he’s not yet on the hook.

•he turns around and instantly blocks your view with his big body protectively, you respectfully nod him to get out of the way. He raises his eyebrow and hesitantly moves out of the way.

•You stare down at your abuser with new confidence. They see you and seem relieved, but when you don't smile back their hope begins to dwindle.

• “It’s me! Don’t you recognize me? Please help me!” They plead to you.

•You quirk an eyebrow and walk over to them. Thomas steps to stop you but you send him a look, and he backs off. You turn your attention back to them and kneel down to their level. They seem happy at this and the hope returns. You look back at them but it holds anything but happiness, something dark. You held malice behind that fake smile.

•You stand up and look to Thomas, who was eyeing the situation cautiously.

• “Can I do it?” You ask and bite your lip nervously.

•Thomas’s eyes widen and he shook his head.

• “Do what? What are you talking about?” They look in between the both of you frantically.

• “Please? Just this once?” You practically beg.

•He still firmly shakes his head. He’s never wanted you involved in the massacre…. You looked up at him with pleading eyes.

• “You know why I have to do this.” You look over to your abuser and then back to Thomas.

•He lets out a long sigh and nods hesitantly, giving in to your wishes. You smile at him and get on your tippy toes to kiss him. You turn to face them and they're seemingly shocked. You painfully slowly walk over to them.

• “Y/n?” They ask with a shaky breath. “Aren’t you gonna save me?” They pull at the chains.

• “No one came to saved me, and no one will come to save you either.” You roll up your sleeves as their face drains of all color.

• “You once taught me fear, now I will show you what it really means to be afraid.” You grab the closest sharp object to your left.

•Thomas stands back with wide eyes at your new behavior. You twirl the knife in your hand and look down at them.

• “I-I’m sorry for what I did!! Please! Show me mercy!!” They beg.

• “My only act of kindness will be to make sure you don't become a permanent stain on this earth.” You begin to approach them.

•They back away and plead like the coward they are. You deal with them the way you've wanted to for years, leaving them unrecognizable. You turn to Thomas once you’re finished and look away from him, knowing what you did was ‘wrong’. He walks up to your erratically shaking self, your veins coursing with adrenalin. He places a hand on your shoulder and pulls you in for a hug.

• “You okay?” He whispers in your ear.

•You nod into his chest, savoring his voice, as it is a rare treat to hear. You wrap your arms around his torso and cry into his stained shirt. He envelops your tiny frame, drawing you closer, and rubbing comforting circles on your back.

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red-doll-face · 2 years

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hi !! i was just wondering, how would the slashers feel about an s/o with chronic fatigue who sleeps a lot? these can be slashers of your choosing but i'll make you cookies if you include mikey :) i love your writing !!

Hey THANKS SO MUCH ! Trying my best to come off hiatus after so long, but at last I’m trying 🥲 some sweet hcs for the boys !! As always, if you say slashers, I pick my lil guys,

Slashers x gn!Reader w chronic fatigue

Michael Myers

Michael is definitely someone who enjoys watching you sleep. So vulnerable. To him it is a symbol of trust that you sleep in his company, considering who he is. Even he can say he has no idea why you trust him enough to do that but he feels as if he is valued to you in some way.

Never admits he likes that.

Isn't bothered, if you're sleeping he's more than happy to check around your house, lock all the doors and windows, and have some fun freaking out the townspeople.

Likes to give you the impression he never left by being there when you wake up. Likes to scare you and let you wake up to him staring at you.

Once he feels comfortable enough, he will sleep with you, anchoring himself to you. Does not like the idea of you wandering around while he sleeps.

Jason Voorhees

Jason finds it very endearing, just so sleepy. He sleeps with you a lot and does his best not to wake you when you're still sleeping and he has something to do, some teens to kill, some traps to check.

He makes sure to keep everything quiet, killing as stealthily as possible. If you woke up because of some screaming girl, he'd be mad. How dare she wake you up ?

Collects things made for sleeping: blankets, pillows, throws, fabric. Heaters to plug in when it gets cold.

Soothes you to sleep, a lot. There when you sleep and there when you wake up as much as he can be. Doesn't like leaving you alone when you sleep but will if he has to.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba lets you sleep all day long, it's more the other family members you've got to worry about. Drayton does not approve of all this sleeping you do.

It's very hot, which makes for very bad sleeping weather. He sews you thin sheets, does his best to keep the room you sleep in well ventilated. Most likely to get you a fan so you can be at least a little cool while sleeping.

Wants so badly to sleep all day with you. Wishes he didn't have to work so he could. Does like to watch you sleep, endearingly sweeping your hair away from your face or touching your cheek lightly. Thinks you're very cute when you're sleeping.

Will do your chores for you when you start yawning, urge you to bed, tuck you in. Pet your hair until you fall asleep, creeping away to go do chores.

Sleep with him is soft and cuddly, could sleep through anything with you in his arms, loves nothing more than holding you all night.

RZ Michael Myers:

As soon as you get sleepy, picks you up and puts you to sleep. Carries you to bed. At this point, he knows who you are and motions for you to sleep. Sleep is good for you. He thinks.

Also by you sleeping in his company, he takes that as trust. Grew up in a very hostile environment and Michael knows any hours you can catch are valuable. Sleeping is very rare for him but he makes sure you get plenty of it.

Takes a bit but makes a pretty great cuddle buddy when he's up for it. It isn't super rare with him, he’s up to hold you while you sleep. Thinks himself a guardian, a protector. Will lie awake and watch over you, between the door and you.

Feels a little better sleeping in your company, still somewhat vigilant but able to relax somewhat.

Doesn't mind when you fall asleep while doing something with him, like watching a movie with him.

Thomas B. Hewitt

Feels bad when he sees you sleepily doing your chores. Quietly shoos you away, takes over your chore for you and lets you go upstairs to sleep. Pretends like it bothers him or irks him but he'd do a million chores for you.

Doesn't want you to feel bad though, you get enough flack from the family for sleeping all the time. Does his best to keep you out of the ire of his family but he can only do so much. Hoyt gives you so much crap for sleeping, being loud on purpose.

Tommy tries to keep the house mostly quiet for you, stealth however, is not an option. Always feels a tinge of guilt when he starts his chainsaw, checks to see if you woke up. Glad when he finds that you haven't.

Mindful of you, trying to make you comfortable. Knows his house and his lifestyle can sometimes be anything but and truly a very gruelling thing but wants you to be as happy as you can be with him.

When he sleeps with you, he clings close, big heavy arms dragging you closer, his body seeming to be made for holding yours.

Thanks so much for reading and sticking around ! There are still people who follow me by some miracle so thanks guys 😌😘🥰💕💕❤️👑

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sunshine-and-moonshine · 1 year

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Slashers with Handholding

Requested: No

Warnings: Some light angst but mostly just tooth rotting fluff

A/N: Nada

Dollface

Dollface loves to hold hands! She’ll constantly grab yours and hold it in hers, practically dragging you along wherever she goes. When she’s not dragging you though, she just swings your entwined hands between yourselves, quietly humming to herself. That’s what she likes best.

Vincent Sinclair

Vincent holds your hand a lot, it’s part of the small quiet affections he gives you everyday in place of bold actions or sweet words. He’ll occasionally just slip his hand into your when he thinks you’re not paying attention. And should you actually notice, he’ll bring your intertwined hands up to press the back of your palm to the cool lips of his mask in a chaste kiss.

Rufus Firefly

Rufus won’t go out of his way to hold your hand but also won’t deny you if you initiate the handholding. His grip is loose and gentle, holding your hand like it’s made of fragile glass. Occasionally, if he’s feeling particularly outgoing, he’ll give your hand the occasional soft squeeze to express his feelings.

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas isn’t the biggest fan of handholding, he much prefers wrapping you up in his big arms, but he’ll indulge you if that’s more your thing. He’ll be so gentle, running his thumb over your knuckles, internally memorizing every scar and freckle and whatever other little abnormalities your hands may hold.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn’t much for physical affection in general, jumpy and untrusting of any signs of care. She’s not used to it at all. That being said, she will try to let you hold her hand, if only because she fears that depriving you of any physical touch that isn’t purely sexual will drive you away from her. Her touch is hesitant, her hands twitching in yours like she’s fighting not to rip herself away, which is pretty likely. To be this close to her, you have to be someone really important to her. Someone who means the world to her, which is pretty had to achieve.

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blissfieldbitcher · 2 years

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terrible day

pairing: slashers x gn!reader (thomas hewitt, michael myers, quentin shermer) content: slashers kissing you. mentions of death, murder, and violence (it’s for slashers so duh on that one), dirty words sprinkled here and there with smut relations but not actually written, (so officially consider this my 18+ warning: minors do not interact) words: three drabbles // around 500-600 each (total words: 1743) note: modified from the kissing writing prompt: ‘i’ve had a terrible day at work, just kiss me’ but the work day is murdering people. i was gonna make this for six people instead of three but that would’ve been too long. so look out for a part two! if you wanna see anyone specific, just let me know :)

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thomas hewitt

You were upstairs - where you always were. Thomas had placed you down on his bed, as gently as his large hands would allow, and commanded you with a single finger to stay still. You had listened, to the point of staying in the exact same position, in the exact same spot.

Staying still and staring… it was the easiest way you could get yourself to mentally check out. For a moment, the screams of victims were too far away to hear. The world you created in your mind had taken the front of your vision. A world with less blood, less death.

Your opportunities for running away were long gone. Though you hadn’t actively participated in anything, you were just as guilty as the rest of them. Plus, the way Thomas looked at you…it would break your heart to leave him behind.

So you stared and imagined until he came back for you. And when he did, all bruised and bloodied, you still felt your heart drop to your feet. Thomas took a step towards you, but from the slumped shoulders, you knew something wasn’t right.

You had stood from the bed, muttering his name softly. He looked up at you, the leather of his mask covering his expression - not that he gave much away to begin with. Before you could make another move, his hands had gripped your hips and pulled you close. You started to comfort him again, but he nudged the side of your face with his.

Not understanding, you fell silent. Your hands trailed to the back of his head, running your fingers through his knotted hair. He grumbled, squeezing your hips tighter.

“I’m here, Tommy. It’s okay - ” He cut you off with an awkward kiss. The mask didn’t give much room for him to work, but the closeness was enough for him. It wasn’t the first time he had kissed you. But this was not like any other - this wasn’t the hesitant fumbling he usually kissed you with. He was always so unsure of what to do next, how you were going to react… but this time he kissed you with such tiredness you almost wanted to cry.

You kissed him back, hands coming to rest on the side of his face. It would be easier without the mask, but he refused to let you take it off. You pulled back when the rough edges of the leather started to rub too harshly against your lips. Taking his hand in yours, you pulled him to the bed,

He sat down, giving you no choice but to sit on his lap. You cradled his face again, fingers running over his eyebrows as if that was the cure for the tension he held there. “Tommy…”

His thick fingers brushed over your lips, his index resting over both of them. You nodded, understanding. He needed silence. There wasn’t anything wrong with that. He pulled his finger away and kissed you again. He was starting to find his confidence with you. The thought made your stomach flutter.

Thomas rested his head against your chest, listening to your steady breathing as you ran your fingers down the back of his head and over his neck.

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michael myers

You don’t know what happened. You never would. Michael wasn’t exactly the kind of person (was that what he was?) that would come home and tell you about the struggles of his day. You could only tell when he appeared in the shared room. You never heard him approaching, whether it was just his nature or if he didn’t want you to know he was there, didn’t matter. Soon, the Shape would appear and you would learn exactly the kind of day he had.

At first you didn’t think anything had happened. You had turned, and there he was standing in the corner. Your heart gave a jump - it was something that you would never be used to. You had offered him a weak smile, waiting to see what he was going to do before you offered him any kind of words. You had learned that lesson early on.

But Michael just stood there, watching you. You couldn’t see his black eyes from where you stood, but you could feel them raking over your body. Studying you, maybe? Waiting to see your response?

The handful of laundry you were working on fell from your grip as your nervousness started to grow. You cleared your throat, picking up the dropped t-shirt again. Your folding wasn’t exactly spot on, but you focused it more as a task of having something to do with your hands. You folded and he stared.

You didn’t hear him move, but when you picked up the last shirt of the pile, Michael’s hands were on you. You turned to face him, expecting… something. But instead of the roughness you were used to, Michael held his hand to your throat. There was no pressure, no pain. He just kept it there, fingertips holding onto your heartbeat.

If you were there, just three hours ago, you would’ve seen his last victim. One that wasn’t planned, but had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But they… they remarkably looked like you. Under the light of the street lamp, Michael had thought that you had left. That you had left him.

But as the victim cried out, as their eyes dulled under his hand, he felt a strange feeling at the base of his neck. The lightness of his shoulders twisted. Why? Why did he have the sudden urge to see you and see you now? You were nothing to him. Something to keep his cock warm and clothes washed.

But watching the death unfold in front of him. He saw your face. He saw the blood leaving your neck. The light leaving your eyes. He didn’t like it. At all.

So he held your throat. Counted the difference between your steading breathing but rapid heartbeat. And he lifted his mask. Just slightly, though you had seen his face before. This wasn’t the time for full vulnerability.

His lips appeared, and before you had a chance to question him, he leaned forward and pressed his lifeless lips to yours. A squeak came out of you and you froze. He didn’t move, so you look the lead. Dropping the remaining shirt, you placed your hands on his biceps, holding him tightly.

He pulled back, securing his mask back down over his face. You had leaned down to pick up the fallen shirt, and when you stood - he was gone.

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quentin shermer

You wouldn’t exactly say that the Blissfield Butcher took you in out of the kindness of his heart. Someone whose art projects focused on using supplies taken from dead animals and humans wasn’t exactly warm and fuzzy.

In reality, you just wouldn’t go away. The fascination with his pieces, commenting on small artistic decisions that most wouldn’t even realize, had changed his initial idea of killing you and tossing you out of the window.

It wasn’t the right time, anyway. He had plans. Plans that didn’t necessarily include you, but you proved to stay out of the way.

He wasn’t stupid enough to not realize you were using him as protection. As a hideaway from the druggies that would chase you down if you looked at them the wrong way. They didn’t dare chase him. They didn’t even glance his way.

It was smart, on your end. Holding out with the silent killer. Not that you knew that, of course. The rumors of the Blissfield Butcher had entered one ear and right out the other. The thrillers of folklore had bored you. Not when there was nothing more than rumors to back it up.

So when the high school’s homecoming night came around, you didn’t lift your guard. You didn’t move from the dirty mattress on the floor as the sun hid away its protection. You didn’t bat an eyelash as your quiet roommate slipped away.

You did, however, take full notice when he stumbled back in the door. The side of his shirt was darkened and wet and you didn’t know what to do. He had fallen back onto the bed just as you had jumped up to help him. His eyes were closed, hand pressed to his side. You hovered, trying to remember any sliver of first aid. The only thing that repeated in your head was stop, drop, and roll. You doubted that would do much help here.

“Left of the head.”

What? Was that a riddle? Oh shit, wait, he was talking.

“W-what?”

He opened his eyes and you could see the clear annoyance in them. “Left. Of. The. Head.” He pointed with his right hand and to the side of a mannequin head, you saw a pile of towels and duct tape. Oh. Right.

You had brought over the supplies, commenting clearly on how putting dirty towels on an open wound might not be the brightest idea - but he wasn’t listening. He guided your hands where he needed them, taking over doing most of the work himself. Once he was as situated as he was going to be, he fell back onto the mattress, arm swung over his eyes.

“Are you going to be okay?” Your voice was small. No matter what wacked out relationship the two of you had, you weren’t exactly thrilled with the idea that he might be seriously injured. He didn’t answer you, and your nerves wanted you to keep talking to give yourself something else to focus on. “Shit, you’re gonna die and I don’t even know your name. I mean I have the name I call you in my head but - ”

You didn’t even realize he had sat up. Your words were cut off by his lips on yours and you didn’t know what to do. He didn’t seem to take any offense to you not kissing him back. When he pulled away, his bored eyes were locked onto yours.

“I need you to shut up.” You would’ve called him rude, but you just nodded at his tone. His eyes flicked down to your lips again, and this time you were much more prepared. He pulled you back onto the bed, his arm holding you to his chest.

As you started to drift off to the smell of drying blood, you could’ve sworn you heard a deep voice whisper, “Quentin.”

#slasher x reader #slasher fandom #slasher fanfiction #thomas brown hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #michael myers x reader #quentin shermer x reader #blissfield butcher x reader #i can't have this handle and not throw one butcher fic in here

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Blasphemy (Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader)

A/N: so I feel compelled to write my first fic for our big gentle giant. I'm...not a good writer, but I'm gonna try because im self indulgent as HELL.

Also, I kiiiinda want to make this a Multi-part one, so lemme know if I should continue it on :)

TW: Blood, cursing, broken bones, Hoyt being yucky

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The hot Texas heat beating down on your shining skin slick with sweat was talking its toll on you. You had no idea just how long you'd been walking for, but you cursed under your breath as your feet ached with a low, dull pain. You had stopped your car at a gas station, trudging inside to escape the heat and ask for directions. You had been on a long, cross-state trip to see your family, hoping to make it there within the next few days.

You entered the shoddy looking shack, to find an older woman sitting behind the counter, smoke from her cigarette dancing upwards and clouding the already stale air with a ripe smell of niccotine.

"Eh...hey there..." you began hesitently.

"Do you know how far out I am from Arizona? I feel like im lost..."

She peered at you from behind her thick glasses, a scoff escaping her lips. The ash from her cigarette falls absent mindedly onto the dusty counter.

"Bout' a ways out from here." She said, speaking in a mono-toned, southern accent.

You waited for a more elaborated response, possibly containing an answer to your question, but nothing else came. You scoffed, rolling your eyes at the lack of help and turned towards the door. Pushing past it, it let out a cringing creak, signifying the age and unkempt state of it.

Just as you had made your way outside, your eyes widened. There was a man sitting in the front seat of your car. Scruffy, sunburnt, and unkempt. He glanced over towards you, displaying a smile with absent teeth before crashing his foot down on the gas, speeding away from the station. In YOUR car.

You darted after him, nearly choking on the dry dirt that kicked up at the back of the wheels, waving your arms at him. You reached a few feet down the road when you stopped in the middle, watching hopelessly as your only means of transportation, your water, food, wallet, phone, money, and clothes were whisked away down the old texan dirt road.

Anger filled you and your blood boiled. You couldn't think of what to do.

"Hey, you fucking asshole!" You shrieked into the wind before your hands fell at your side and you stood there, the heat of the sun beating down on you. You had no other choice but to turn and stare in the way you were headed, and continue on foot. There was no way you could take a taxi out this far. You had no money and no phone. There wasnt much else you COULD do.

So here you were, exhausted, dehydrating, hungry. You felt dizzy and nauseous from the heat, and just when you felt like collapsing, the sudden whirr of a siren sounded behind you. You turned to see a Sherrifs car, and smiled weakly. The gods had answered your prayers. Surely the law enforcement around here would, at the very least, take you to the next town.

The sherrif opened the aged, rusted out door of the car, his feet slowly lifting him out. His boots made contact with the ground, causing the pieces of gravel under them to crunch. He stood by the car for a moment, hands on his belt, looking you up and down before spitting out a deep-brown coloured glob of spit onto the dirt. He walked over to you slowly, hands remining where they are.

"Whats a pretty young thing like yourself doing out here?" He said, chewing on tobacco like a cow chews cud.

You hesitated, then explained your situation. "I-I was at that gas station back there, and some...fucking maniac car-jacked me!" The frustration in your voice was apparent.

He nodded along with your words, looking you up and down one final time before smiling slightly.

"Well girly, if you need a lift to the next town over, I'd be happy to oblige." He grinned, tipping his tan hat towards you. You sighed in relief, thanking him profusely while walking over to the passenger door.

"Where was it you're headed?" He asked from behind. You turned to answer him, only for you to be able to shriek once as an old rusted hammer he had hidden connects with your left shoulder. You collapse to the ground, gripping your fresh wound, gritting your teeth. You looked up at him, shocked at the sudden attack. He stood over you, a dark, menacing grin on his face. He spins the weapon in his hand so that the back of the hammer faces you. He brings it down and it cracks into the back of your calf, fresh, chrimson blood pouring from the gaping wound. You scream out as he pounds down on your calf a few more times, hearing the sickening crack of bone with the last blow.

You attempt to crawl away from him, a thick trail of blood following you. He chuckles darkly, crouching over your crumpled form.

"Nothing personal, sweetheart, but a family's gotta eat!"

You turned back to him, holding your hand up weakly in defence as one final blow of the blunt end of the hammer comes crashing down on your head, allowing darkness to envelop you.

#thomas brown hewitt x reader #tommy hewitt #the texas chainsaw massacre the beginning #slasher #leatherface #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #slasher smut #slow burn #haha what is writing #part 2 tho?

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madamemedic · 1 year

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Prince of Silence (Prologue)

[Hello, this is an A.U. of Leatherface: The Beginning. I accidentally deleted this chapter. Oops. ]

It was a stormy night, and the wind beat against the widows of the castle. Today was not a good day for one, Luda May Hewitt. The Queen had just come back from the funeral of her late husband. Luda felt like the weather was matching her mood, cold and depressed. Charlie, or Hoyt, who liked to be called, hadn't been much help as he wasn't close to his Father, so he naturally avoided the whole ordeal. At least Monty tried to comfort his poor grieving sister, though it did little to soothe the wound that Luda felt, but at least it was something. Luda closed her eyes, and it felt like she could still see him, hear him. The man that Luda had fallen in love with so deeply. If she could cry anymore, she would. The tears had all but run out, and now all left was the burning feeling in her eyes. A loud knocking was heard on her door. Luda jumped for a moment before she quickly wiped her eyes and opened her bedroom door to a flushed face servant.

"What is so important that you interrupted my time of grief?" Luda didn't mean to be harsh, but she wanted time. It was hard enough not to crumble into a mess while they carried her love off in a coffin to be buried with the other royals. The servant bowed as he looked up again.

"My apologies Ma'am but there is something you must see at once" What on earth was so important that she had to see it? Couldn't Monty deal with it? Or even Hoyt? Whatever it was, Luda wasn't in the mood to see whatever it was, but if necessary, she would go and hopefully come back to her room to mourn in peace. Luda let out a small sigh as she left her room to follow the man to where her attention was needed; she didn't get a break even in her time of need. Loud voices could be heard, and lots of people were talking over each other. To put it plainly, it was quite the chaos in the dining area by the time Luda arrived. Strangely both Hoyt and Monty were there, so why was she needed so badly?

"Just get rid of it; we don't need another problem and especially one that's this fucking ugly", Hoyt snarled out. As usual, Hoyt is vulgar as ever.

"No, we need her opinion on this. If we decide without her, Luda will be very upset. You know how she feels about these kinds of things," Monty replied; at least he had a cool head about whatever was going on. The small gathering of people was still arguing amongst themselves until Luda cleared her throat and was faced with the gardener, Hoyt, Monty, two guards and three maids.

"About time you got here; now we get rid of that thing and move on with our lives", Hoyt grumbles; he didn't look happy, but when did he ever look happy? Now Luda was even more confused. Getting rid of what? Then a shrill cry disrupted her thoughts as she gazed at where the noise was coming from. On the table was a badly beaten cardboard box with a small child inside it with raggy cloth around its body. A child?! It looked like it was born relatively recently and was hungry. It looked normal, except its face had a slight deformity. The poor child has a cleft palate, and the nose shows signs of decay. Most likely due to an infection.

"Where did you find this poor child?" Luda reached down and scooped the crying child into her arms. Who could be so cruel as to leave a child alone to die in the harsh world? This wouldn't stand. The gardener stepped forward with a sad look on his face.

"I did, Ma'am; I was going round to feed the pigs and found the child. He didn't sit right with me, so I brought him in, and well, Mr Monty said, " You should be involved with what happens to the child" He looked pretty upset when he described how the child was found.

"You found him with the pigs? Was there any note or anything else left with him?" Luda was getting upset; she had already had a feeling about why the boy was left with the pigs. But being upset was going to solve anything. She needed to know more.

"No, Ma'am found him naked in the box alone in the pig pen; I hope this isn't true, but I think somebody tried to kill the poor boy by feeding him to the pigs" Ah, there it was! Luda was correct, although she didn't enjoy being so. Her hands glided over the thick tuffs of brown hair. Whoever this wasn't kind, but that didn't matter. All that mattered was what was going to happen now. Luda rocked the child gently to her chest as his cries started to slow into soft murmurs.

"That is exactly why we should get rid of it; not even the ugly bastard's mother wanted it", Hoyt jeered from the side. It was clear that he wanted it gone. But not on Luda's watch; she wouldn't abandon this child-like its Mother. No, she was going to raise it as her own and give him the love and care he deserved.

"Did you see anybody leave the child?" Luda faced the guards, now ignoring her rude son. He did not help.

"No, Ma'am, whoever did this must have done so when the guards were changing or on a break," The left one said. It only made Lud'a heart break even more. The thought of the poor being left devoured by pigs without care."

"What do you want to do with the baby? Everybody turned to Monty, who looked the calmest of them all. Then, they all turned back to Luda. It was her choice, and she was going to keep the baby. It had been a while since there were children in the castle, and Luda wanted to feel happiness again; maybe this child could do it.

"I'm going to keep him and raise him as my own" Luda faced the child; he had a round face and was quite a big baby. Whoever gave birth to him must be in some pain. "THE HELL YOU ARE! WE DON'T NEED THAT THING! THROW IT BACK TO THE PIGS!" Hoyt slammed his hand on the table, his face red with anger. The sudden loud noise upset the child, and he began to cry again. Luda started once again to calm the child down with small rocking motions.

"I am Charlie; he will be my son like you are. I don't care if you disagree, but this is my choice and what I say is final" Luda calmed him down slightly again, only for Hoyt to get even angrier.

"How many times must I tell you? It's Hoyt. H. O. Y. T. Not fucking Charlie, and no, that thing will be gone" Luda stared down at her son with no emotion; this did make Hoyt back up slightly.

"Your Father named you Charlie, and that is what I will call you. I may be your Mother, but I am also still the Queen; this child will be adopted by me, and that is final" Luda's voice was calm and held an authoritative tone. This was not up for debate; Hoyt could see he was not going to win this one; his Mother was more stubborn than he was.

"Fine, but all of this is one big fucking mistake, and if and when it blows up in your face, don't come crying back to me" As Hoyt talked, he stepped closer to Luda until they were face to face. This was his final attempt to get his Mother to see why accepting that brat was a bad idea, but Luda stood her ground, unflinching. Fine, let this be the hill that she dies on. Hoyt storms off, and the two guards follow suit but bow in respect as they pass Luda.

"I hope you know what you are doing, Luda; Charlie isn't going to be nice to the child", Monty spoke out. He didn't want the child to stay either, but when he saw his sister's eyes when she saw the baby, he knew there was no choice; he was going to stay.

"I know, but he is going to have to learn that you don't get everything in life" Monty knew there were more reasons why his sister was keeping the child but chose not to pry. This kid could help his sister overcome the hardship of losing her husband. Maybe.

"What are you going to do now?" One of the servants asked Luda if she was the head maid, so if anybody was going to find out what was next, it was her.

"Maria, could you find a wet nurse for the child. Gloria, sees if you can help find clothing for him that we have. Charlotte, see if you can find a cradle so he can sleep," Luda orders the maids to follow. They bow and leave to do as they are asked. Luda couldn't help but stare into the child's beautiful eyes.

"What's his name?" Monty could already see the positive effect the baby was bringing to Luda. Maybe this child is what she needed to feel better again. He only hoped he turned out better than Hoyt did.

"Thomas, Thomas Brown Hewitt" Luda's finger reaches out as Thomas's hand grips her pinky. Yes, Thomas Brown Hewitt, his name shall be, and he will be a fine young man.

[Howdy, sorry I accidentally deleted this chapter like an idiot]

#Thomas Hewitt x Reader #Thomas Brown Hewitt x Reader #Leatherface x Reader #Leatherface AU #Leatherface fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #slasher x reader #fem!reader #afab!reader

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angelbarelywrites · 26 days

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♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

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“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #slashers x reader #slashers x you #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #tcm 2006 #tcm 2003 #tommy hewitt #thomas brown hewitt #leatherface #cw daddy kink #cw smut #cw voyeurism #cw breeding

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sxdvxxbes · 2 months

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Luda doesn't seem to know about GTA...

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thestarfishinjootsoffice · 1 year

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Hey I was thinking of something really cute and I couldn't get it out of my head 😅 what if slashers ( Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger.) Reaction to child! Reader putting a bandaid on them and kissing it when they get like a scratch or something. My little niece does that to me and I think it's so cute 🥹

AHH MY REQUEST IS SUCH A MESS RN BUT THIS IS TOO CUTE sorry if this was choppy, it's 10 pm rn and I have no energy.

My gm asked me where the bandaids were while I was writing this woah.

Michael 🔪

Michael always got hurt during his killings. Of course he did it was consequnces for his actions it was no biggie.

But one little person didn't think so.

You secretly got a bandaid from the bathroom the night before since you knew when Michael would attack and get hurt.

Your parents were sure that they weren't gonna get hurt this night since they never did. But still didn't allow you to go out.

But that didn't stop you, you waited till it was 12 or 1 am and climbed down from your window (pretend you live in the ground floor if you don't) and worked your tiny legs away to your waiting friend.

You saw your massive friend behind a tree and you ran up to him with the bandaid in your hand and you saw that he had a small cut on his bicep.

And you immediately went to the rescue.

Michael had spotted you as per usual but what he didn't understand was why did you have a bandaid in your hand. Did you get hurt?

His question was soon answered as you took out the seal and gently placed it on his wound. Michael, confused but felt something warm inside him at this interaction.

But made him look like my profile picture was when you placed a small kiss on the bandaid. Omg.

"I hope you get better Michael." baby you said with a cute small and he thought he was having a seizure because his body shook from the wholesomeness and wanted to go pounce on someone so it'd go away.

Every now and then he purposely gets small scratches or wounds, just small enough not to freak you out but big enough to alert you. He loves likes them get better kisses from his illegally adopted kid.

Jason 🪓

Jason in the winter, sometimes gets scratched by carrying big logs of trees and although it was nothing compared to the injuries he gets from victims, you still wanted your dad to be unscathed nonetheless. There wasn't much visitors in the the camp in winter anyway.

He placed the fire wood inside the fireplace but he was careless and small little red lines on his forearm appeared after dropping them near his arm. You were watching him while it happened, he brushed it off and turned to you but saw you nowhere.

After 3 minutes of searching you around the house, with a non pleasant feeling coiling in his stomach, he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

He was about to mutely scold you but you held something in your hands.

He waited for you to reveal what you were holding but you pointed to the chair in the room and he figured you wanted him to sit down. And so he did.

You went over to his side and bought his arm out and carefully placed the bandaid on his lined arm. Jason was a bit shocked but slowly melted as he giggled at the thought of his child caring for him.

And he almost died when you kissed it. He placed his huge arms around you and almost cried thinking about what he did to deserve such an angel baby like you.

He had been so lonely without his momma, he was so lucky to have you by his side. Besides his anger, you were one of the many reasons he still wants to live.

Pamela just adores his baby boy with his grandchild bonding.

"don't be so clumsy next time dad :)"

He was one lucky daddy.

Thomas 🩸 ⛓️

Thomas didn't get love nor cared for, that was for sure. And he thought you wouldn't be any different but he still loved you regardless.

You heard your dad rear his chainsaw as your family had found yet another bodies of food. One victim was persistent and your dad almost cut his leg off! It was unfortunate he couldn't see how on edge you were.

But you made sure today, you were show him how much you cared for him. And so that he should be more careful from now on.

Though he wasn't hunting, but he got burned by accidentally brushing the palm of his hand against the hot pan luda was cooking on.

Now he sat on the couch looking at his now red palm. Seeing this, you rushed to the garage and found a med kit, now looking through the med kit you finally found a bandaid.

Now walking back the living room you saw hoyt yelling at Thomas for whatever reason and went back to his car. Thomas getting ready to get up, was pushed back down by a small, weak, body.

He looked over and saw you, showing him a bandaid and quickly ripping off the seal and placing it cautious on his palm. This was a surprise to Thomas but he didn't budge, scared that he might mess u somehow and make you angry.

He was so happy to have received something so pure and lovely from his little kid. He was smiling so big. And he made sure to always protect and be with you when he realised you had kiss on where the aid was placed.

"be careful papa"

Freddy 💤

Such things as scratches or wounds never bothered Freddy, as he could always just regenerate them back in an instant.

And he was always in the dream world anyways. But his intentions weren't harmful when it was towards you. But didn't really think you would patch him up if he got hurt, if anything you probably think he's a scary high ranked dream demon who is unbeatable.

After messing with some poor people, he had a deep cut on his shoulder and he thought what your reaction would be of you saw it. Would you freak out? Would you cry? Would you scream?

Fun was all about freddy's life so why not test it out. He brought himself into the outside world and found you in your couch.

He surprised you by yelling boo in your face and it worked, now the shocked expression on your face was even wider when you saw the leceration on his shoulder. He was laughing at your face but shut up and looked at you as you ran somewhere.

Well... He had his answer now. How boring though. As he was about to mess with you more, you appeared with a bandaid in your hand as you climbed on the couch and placed it on his shoulder. It was now Freddy's turn to get shocked.

Now he couldn't believe what he saw when you kissed on the yellow thin piece of paper. "I don't like seeing you get hurt."

He was shocked but he couldn't help the smile creeping on his face, out of nothing but pure happiness. Damn you reminded him of his mom... So angelic like.

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birdlungg · 2 years

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May I make a request for the slashers?

for There s/o (Of course this can be gender-neutral!) looks very sweet looking and very soft-spoken, but one day their victim decides to charge at the S/o but the sweet looking S/o basically body slams their victim to the ground, what would be the reaction of the slashers?

if you don't like this or you're not up to it please ignore it :)

OOOOOOOH I LOVE THIS ONE

I'm sorry this took so long it's been sitting in my drafts and I didn’t realize it was there :///

This is such a good idea,,, character that goes feral when threatened

you love to see it.

Doing the three i consider the Holy Trinity - Michael, Thomas and Jason

Let me know what you think! headcanons and blurbs again

allusions to smut

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Michael:

- tried hard to think of a situation that would put the s/o in harm's way of a victim

- I'm thinking maybe they get chased by Michael into the old Myers house?

- Michael would be shook but you wouldn't be able to tell

- maybe angry as well? like hey that was my job!

You heard the girl before you saw her. She was screaming through the house as Michael followed behind her menacingly. You didn't think she would be stupid enough to go upstairs while a murderer is chasing her, but here we are.

You're sitting calmly in your and Michael's room when she sprints up the last few stairs and stands there dumbly at the end of the hallway. She turns your way and you come at her, shoving her with enough force that she flies back several feet and hits the wall, just barely missing Michael as he comes up the steps. The girl is knocked silly, and sits there gasping while Michael looks between you both. He tilts his head as if thinking, then grabs her by the hair and drags her down the stairs.

You're probably gonna get it later.

Thomas

- he would be worried and turned on at the same time

- like don't pout yourself in danger but uh??

- phew that was hot

You're heading up the porch after helping Luda Mae at the station when a victim that got loose tears out of the house. He tosses you out of the way as he comes through the door, and limps as fast as he can into the field. You can hear Tommy roar from his basement, and don't think as you give chase, picking yourself up and sprint after him.

He tries to go even faster when he hears you behind him, but his mangles leg gives him no help. Thomas exits the house just in time to see you jump onto the man, tackling him hard to the ground. You crouch over him with a knee on his back as you turn to tell at Tommy.

“Tommy! I got 'im, he's over here!"

Tommy moves faster than you think you've ever seen him move, sprinting over to you in a panic. He lifts you off of the groaning man and checks for injuries. When he See's that you're ok, he looks at you long and hard for a moment before grabbing the man like he weighs nothing and tossing him over a shoulder.

If you didn't know any better, you'd almost swear he just got hard.

Jason

- much like Tommy, I think he'd find it hot to see you take care of the problem

- would he want you in harm's way again? probably not BUT may be persuaded to let you help him

It’s pouring rain at the camp right now and every step you take gets soggier and soggier. You grumble to yourself angrily at having to hunt down this survivor in the torrential rain. It needed to be done, but still, couldn’t this chick wait until the rain stopped?

You had see Jason struggling to reach her with both the weather and his large frame holding him back, so you had decided to lend your services in the hopes that it would bring your man back to you sooner.

A flash of lightning illuminates the woman’s figure hunched behind a tree and you don’t think before striking. You don’t give her any chance to fight back as you charge her. She falls over quickly with a scream, knocking her head hard on the wet ground with a THUNK. She’s dazed enough that she doesn’t fight when you move to put her in a choke hold when Jason’s figure standing just feet away catches your eye.

You freeze awkwardly as he approaches, standing once he’s leans over the barely conscious woman. He stomps on her head hard enough for it to crack open on the wet ground, and you have to look away despite yourself and make eye contact with Jason just in time to see him give you elevator eyes. ‘

The thought barely crosses your mind that he can see everything under your wet clothes when he reaches over and grabs you onto his shoulder. You gasp and hold yourself up (lest your nose fill with water) as he calmly walks away from the body. You glance over at the soggy corpse as you get further and further away.

That’s one way to deal with the problem.

#michael myers #michael myers x reader #jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #thomas brown hewitt #thomas brown hewitt x reader #Slashers #slasher smut #slashers x reader

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looseratinthegarage · 2 years

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Domestic Bliss pt 2

Pt 1

(Y/n gonna kick some ass in this part)

Thomas let you sleep in, even though you told him not to. You open your eyes and let out a long yawn. You stretch and look around. You sigh and hoist yourself out of bed. You get dressed for the day and head to the bathroom. You shut the door and brushed your teeth as per usual. But as you were about to open the door your bladder decided it was time to pee again. You groan and sit on the toilet seat and relieve yourself.

“Well, I gotta handle the damn herd! It ain’t my fault he forgot it!” Hoyt stomped his foot.

“Well someone has to! Monty’s helping Dick with his truck, and I need to walk down to the store!” Luda Mae yelled back.

You finish your business and wash your hands. You hastily walk down the hall and carefully descend the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and Hoyt points to you.

“They can take it!” He gripped your shoulder a bit too tight and shook you a tad.

“What the heck is going on down here?” You look to both of them for an explanation.

Luda Mae sighs and hesitates before she speaks.

“Thomas forgot his lunch today, now If you hurry it shouldn’t be a problem.” She explained and you nodded.

“Where’re the keys, mamma?” You ask and glance around for them.

She sighs and hands you them, but pulls them away at the last second.

“You best be careful now?” She almost scowled, but you know it was her way of showing that she cared.

You nod and she hands you the keys warily. She hands you his sack lunch and you nod. You walk out the house and shut the door behind you. You make a beeline for luda Mae’s truck and quickly hopped in. You put the keys in the ignition and start the old beaten truck up.

You put it in reverse and back up. Once at a better position you pull forward and head for the road. You bounce a little once hitting the asphalt, but that doesn't deter you. You carefully haulass down the desolate road until you see the slaughter house come into view. You quickly park and grab the keys, putting them in your pocket. You grab Thomas’s lunch before shutting the truck's door and walking to the building.

You push the heavy metal door open. You’ve been here a couple of times, so you know your way around, kinda. You push open the door into the butchering station and see Thomas slowly lift his head. His eyes light up when he sees you, but is then filled with dread.

All the workers started hooting and hollering in your direction, but pay them no mind. The boss peeked out of his office and waved to you.

“Ah, Hewitt forgot his lunch again?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Go ahead, son,” he grumbled and gestures for Thomas to take a break, which he is very grateful for.

“Hi, sweetie,” You step on your tippy toes and kiss just below his mask.

You hand him the sack and he kisses the top of your head lovingly. He begins to walk you both out but you pause for a moment, placing a hand on your stomach.

“I need to rest for a moment, I’ll meet you outside.” You grimace, he gruffs in disapproval.

“I’ll be fine, my love,” You shoo him away, and he begrudgingly listens.

Once he’s out of earshot, you remove the hand from your stomach and your face returns to normal. You turn to the ground of working men. You scan the group for a moment.

“Which one of you sorry sons of bitches has a hot rod tattoo?” You raise your voice.

Some of the workers seem utterly shocked, and others dismiss your threatful tone.

“We got a problem?” A man crossed his arms, near his elbow you could see a hot rod tattoo poking out from his sleeve.

“We sure do,” you march your pregnant self over to him, and he looks down at you amused.

“You best watch your mouth when talking about my husband,” you point your finger at him and he laughs.

“He won’t do anything to ya, but I will,” you clench your jaw.

He uncrossed his arms and looked around to the others and started laughing. But his little attempt at embarrassing you failed. Instead of slinking away, you pin his arm behind his back and slam his head down on the bloody table.

“What the-!” He shouts and tries to get loose but can’t, you cut him off.

With your free hand you pick up a used cleaver and run it gently against the back of his neck.

“Your fucking crazy!!” He shouts.

“Oh you haven’t seen nothin yet,” You slam the knife down and leave it on the table mere inches from his face.

You let go of him and begin walking out of the smelly place.

“Consider that a warning,” you push the door open and leave without looking back.

You push open the front doors and see Thomas leaning against the wall and munching on the sandwich mamma packed for him. He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to you.

“You alright? Took a while…” He mumbled worriedly.

“Much better now.” You rub his shoulder, and he nods feeling relieved.

You started walking back to the truck rather satisfied. You hopped in and put the keys in. You pull up next to Thomas and lean out the window. You place another, more passionate kiss to his dry lips. He flushed bright red and waves to you as you drive off. You look in the rear view mirror and see him walking back into the slaughterhouse.

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intimacyequalsdeath · 2 months

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

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

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

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

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

"Tommy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love them Tommy, thank you honey"

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

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

"Hello?"

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

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

"Yeah Tommy's down here, why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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slasherscrybaby · 1 year

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Raader who comes across a bloodied Thomas Hewitt and her first reaction is to ask if he is okay not being aware that it is someone else's blood that's on him?

Reader who comes across a bloodied Thomas Hewitt and her first reaction.

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

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You and a couple of friends went on a small road trip to Travis County, Texas. Why? Because you have it live your life to the fullest! You were taking pictures along the way for maybe a scrapbook. After what seemed like hours, we drove along Texas roads so long and flat that we decided to stop and take a break. Seeing the road entirely and completely quiet, the golden land, and the eternal blue sky that seems to dissolve the land itself. Oh, the heat was hot. You clenched your bag over your shoulder and decided this was a perfect opportunity to go and take pictures of stuff. She walked through the tall grass of the desert, her eyes taking in the sights and sounds around her. She took a few snaps of different things, the tree, the grass. Y/n took a breath in, then exhaled with a smile as she began to walk again. She had no destination in mind, no plan for the day. To live her life and have fun. Y/n noticed a shed it looked abandoned. She came to a stop. You were looking around before going.

Poking her head into the door opening, she gasped at what she had seen a guy with a very bulky and big-boned body, believed to stand at 6’5—throughout the prequel, wearing a button-up striped green and red shirt along with a gold and black striped tie. He wears what looks to be dirty brown trousers under large bulky black boots. Over everything is a bloodied beige apron. “Um, excuse me, are you okay?” Y/n called out. The Guy quickly turned around, startled. Y/n could get a good look at him. His skin is light with a tint of pink and black shoulder-length matted hair. He also wore a mask.

There was an awkward silence. “A-are you hurt? You covered head to toe!” She said as she stepped completely out. He just stared at her. “I’m not a doctor, but I can help you if you're hurt,” you said; he shook his head. “You’re fine then?” She asked. He nodded. “Then why are you covered in blood?” She wondered; the guy froze and then did a chopping method with his hand. “You were cutting something?” She said, confused; he nodded. “Like meat?” She asked. He paused, then nodded. “Are you a butcher? My uncle was a butcher before he quit,” you said; he just stared. “Um, my name is Y/n. What’s yours?” She asked. He just stood. “You can’t talk?” She wondered; he nodded. “Oh, you’re mute,” she said; he nodded again. “I have paper and a pencil,” you said, letting the camera go that was around your neck. Digging into your bag, you found paper but a pen. You pulled it out. “Don't have a pencil, but I do have a pen,” you said as you held it out. He walked over to you almost and gently took the paper and used his other free hand to lean on to write before handing the paper to you. “Thomas?” You read before looking up; he nodded. “Well, Thomas, it was nice meeting you,” you said, smiling at him. He slowly nodded as he thought about two things how cute you were and how he was going to keep you ❦︎

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Hope you like it ♡♡♡

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