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delicateflowerss · 2 years

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Say Yes to Heaven (Thomas Browne x Reader)

Thomas Browne has always extended his kindness to you. On a late night delivery, Thomas welcomes you into his home, making your wildest dreams come true.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of death and grief, mentions of religion, and possible historical inaccuracies.

A/N: I had to write something for Thomas because he makes me feral. So, enjoy.

The ground crunches beneath your feet as you make your way through the village. The sky has started to darken as the sun disappears under the horizon. A chill is creeping in, making the warmth from each house you visit seem welcoming.

You step into each home, delivering milk into tired hands. Most people try to plaster a grateful smile on their face, but it doesn’t quite reach their eyes. They keep conversation to a minimum and are quick to close the door once you leave, sealing you off from their world. The warmth gone from you so fast, leaving you in the cold air.

You walk up to your last stop, a house nicer than most of the others, with a man who is also nicer than most of the others.

Although the house may look nice, it too has been stricken with death and grief, things you are all too familiar with.

Your fist meets the dark wood of the door, giving it a firm knock. A cold breeze moves past you, goosebumps rising on your skin. Before you can stand in the cold for too long, the door in front of you opens.

“Y/N. Please come in.” He invites you in, gesturing to his home with an open hand.

You give him a nod and a kind smile as you start to feel warmer just by stepping inside.

He returns the smile, but only slightly. You know it’s nothing against you. Thomas has always treated you with a kindness you rarely receive. It’s surprising for a man like him, with the money he has, but it’s true. He’s just had a difficult time lately. You can’t expect him to be back to his old self, he never will be. You know this because you’ll never be the same either.

“Here you go, Thomas,” you say as you hand him the jar of milk from your bag.

His fingertips brush against yours as he takes it from you. You feel a slight tingle, just for a second.

“Thank you very much, Y/N.” His fingers wrap around the jar, and you can’t help but gaze into his icy, blue eyes. “I hope you’re doing well,” he continues.

“I’m doing fine. Keeping busy, I suppose.”

He exhales through his nose, “I understand that perfectly.”

His eyes meet the floor, a somberness taking over his face. You notice this, remembering that his wife’s funeral was only a few days ago.

“Thomas,” you start. At the sound of his name, he moves his eyes back to you. “I’m so sorry about your wife. I know how hard that is.” There’s a heaviness present in your voice. “I also must apologize for not being at the funeral. I-.”

He interrupts you before you can say more. “No need to apologize, Y/N. I understand how difficult it is to step away from your duties.”

Before he says anything else, he places his free hand on your upper arm. It’s a gentle touch, but your breathing grows unsteady.

“If you find any time, you should try and come to church…” He goes on about how it would be good for a woman like you. But all you can do is focus on his warm touch and how his eyes stay on you, like he’s able to see right into your soul.

You clear your throat and take a step back from him. His hand falling off you in the process.

“It’s getting dark, I don’t want to impose any more than I have already.”

He tries to protest but you stop him before he can continue.

“Goodnight, Thomas,” you say before stepping back into the cold, night air. The door closes behind you.

You listen to the pastor’s sermon, his voice raising, trying to keep everyone’s attention on him. You only feel the urge to drown him out. You used to enjoy attending church, finding it exciting and the Christian thing to do. But now you look past the billowing curtains, towards the clear, blue sky, and wish you were in your barn.

You’re not entirely sure why you decided to come today. Since the night of your last delivery, you haven’t been able to get Thomas off your mind. You’ve always thought he was attractive, but you never thought about him like that. Maybe because you felt it was wrong to think about a married man in that way.

But now, his touch is engraved into your mind. You think about how his long fingers wrapped around your arm, and how good it felt, just to feel that slight touch.

You crave more of his touch, and the feeling it brings. It’s something you haven’t felt in a long time. Honestly, you just crave more of Thomas, and the guilt is eating you alive.

Not only does it feel wrong morally to be that close to him. But it feels like a betrayal.

So, for some reason, you decided to come today. You’re not sure whether the reason was to try and feel closer to God or to try and see Thomas again. You want to believe it’s the former.

You were worried you would be faced with hostility from the others, including the pastor, by going to church. But they tolerate you like they usually do, only giving you dirty looks or not a glance at all.

You move your gaze across the room and see Thomas with his son, sitting on one of the wooden pews. You try not to look too long, but you can’t help but take in the way his brown hair is brushed back, the slightest of curls starting to form.

Before you can look away, he catches your eye. You start to feel embarrassed that he caught you staring, but he doesn’t move his eyes away from you. He doesn’t look upset with you or like he’s mocking you, instead he just drinks you in.

You’re the first to look away, hoping no one noticed the two of you. Your cheeks are red for a different reason now.

Moonlight is the only thing that illuminates your path through the village. You never deliver this late into the night. So, you went as fast as you can, not wanting to disrupt anyone’s night.

You arrive at Thomas’s house, your last stop, and knock on his door. You’ve been thinking about this moment since you saw him at church. You don’t really know what to expect, being face to face with him again.

The door opening pulls you out of your thoughts and he lets you in with a smile.

You hurry to explain why you’re so late, the words stumbling out of you. “Sorry to get here at such a late hour, I had a hard time milking Daisy today. I hope I’m not bothering you, Thomas.”

You hand him a jar of milk, scanning his face for any annoyance. That’s the last thing you would want.

“You’re never a bother, Y/N.” That smile still on his lips.

One is brought to yours as well. “That’s sweet of you to say.” Your eyes not exactly reaching his.

The only thing that can be heard is the sound of wood crackling in the fireplace, helping to light and warm the room.

“I should leave you to what you were doing. I have to get back anyways,” you tell him with a sigh.

As you turn around to leave, he stops you.

“Stay.”

You look back at him as he continues.

“Please. Only for a little while. You can sit and rest before you have to walk back. I’m sure you could use it, being on your feet all day,” he explains.

Thomas has always been nice to you, but never has he let you stay longer than a few minutes. Why now?

You feel that sinking feeling in your stomach, it trying to tell you that you shouldn’t be alone with Thomas, and you shouldn’t overstay your welcome. But you feel overjoyed that not only someone wants to spend time with you, but Thomas out of all people does. These feelings go to war inside your mind.

He notices your hesitance. “You’re not interrupting anything, I promise.”

There’s a silent plea in his eyes and that’s enough for you to finally give him a nod, telling him thank you.

“You can take a seat in here.” He leads you into the next room where there are some chairs and a couch. He waits for you to sit down.

You choose the couch, already feeling relief from the weight being taken off your feet.

“I’ll be right back, wouldn’t want to waste your hard work,” he says before leaving to put the milk away.

You set your bag down on the floor, now empty, and take a look around. You notice the fire starting to dwindle, casting eerie shadows on the walls. You smooth out any wrinkles in your gown, not sure what you should be doing right now.

Thankfully, Thomas isn’t gone too long.

“Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m alright.”

He takes a seat next to you, leaving little room between you two on the small couch.

You shift a little at his close proximity before you both sit in silence. It’s a tad awkward but not unbearable.

You realize that you haven’t seen Edward tonight. Usually, you spot the little boy when you’re delivering to Thomas.

“Where is Edward?” You ask quietly.

“He went to bed a little while ago.”

“Oh. I suppose we should be quiet then.” Your voice almost at a whisper now.

“Yes, we should.” The whisper of his voice matching yours. You catch a glint in his eyes, as he doesn’t move them off you.

He parts his lips, wanting to say something, but taking the time to find the right words.

“Y/N, I’m glad you stayed. I must confess, I find your company… bewitching.” There’s a slight rasp in his voice, describing you and how you make him feel.

His wording catches you off guard. Before you can say something, he continues, “It was difficult to lose her. I knew it would be, but I didn’t know that it would be so lonely. I don’t know how you’ve done it for this long, and you’re completely on your own.”

All you can do is listen, your eyes becoming glassy. You’ve never heard someone say it out loud before, being able to put your feelings into words.

“I wasn’t supposed to be. I mean, I was going to get married.” A tear runs down your cheek. “But that winter was hard on him, he didn’t survive it.” You wipe your wet face. “So now I’m a milkmaid.” You let out a sarcastic laugh before sinking your teeth into your bottom lip.

Now you’re destined to a life of loneliness.

He reaches out to grab the hand in your lap, giving it a squeeze. That warm feeling comes back, it’s both comforting and electrifying.

“I had no idea, Y/N. I’m so sorry…” He continues to comfort you, but your only focus is his large hand in yours and the way his pink lips are moving.

He moves his other hand to your cheek, gently wiping the tears you didn’t realize were still falling. Your eyelids flutter at the feeling, a quiet whimper in your throat.

You hope he doesn’t hear it, but the look he gives you tells you he did.

His eyes darken slightly, and he slowly brings his lips to yours.

Your breath hitches as the kiss surprises you. But it doesn’t take you long to melt into his touch, his soft lips feeling heavenly on yours.

Neither of you realized how much you ached for the other, lips pressed together, both of you finally getting what you’ve been needing.

His hand moves from yours, sliding against your thigh. When his fingers peek under your gown, he moves his lips away from yours.

He asks, out of breath, “Is this too much?”

You think about how this could be a bad idea, how you two shouldn’t be doing this. But you want him too much to stop.

You shake your head, telling him no.

He goes back to kissing you, your hand moving to the soft strands of his hair.

His fingertips brush against your bare thigh, moving to where you need him most. He starts to rub you, his fingers already getting covered in your arousal.

His lips are on your neck now, leaving sloppy kisses. You try to stay quiet, but you can’t help the breathy moans coming out of you. It’s been so long since you’ve felt this good, felt the touch of a man.

He moves you so you’re lying down, your legs on either side of him. He quickly unbuttons his vest, throwing it onto the floor. Your gown is bunched up at your waist, revealing yourself to him.

“You’re sopping wet for me,” he breathes out as he releases himself from his pants.

All you can do is whine in anticipation, needing to feel him inside you. You see the smirk on his lips as his leaking tip brushes against your entrance.

When he finally pushes into you, a loud moan falls out of your lips. He stretches you open, and the feeling is so intense.

He stops moving, shushing you and giving you a warning, “If you want me to keep pleasing this tight, little cunt, you’re going to need to be quieter.”

You press your lips together, showing you’ll be quiet.

He continues to thrust into you, and your eyes go to the back of your head, tears kissing them for an entirely different reason now. You feel completely full and as he drives back into you, touching you deep inside. The pleasure is blinding.

When you set out on your delivery tonight, you had no idea that it would end with you being fucked by Thomas Browne.

He sets a steady rhythm as he hits the spots inside of you that has you feeling like you can’t think straight. His face is buried into your neck, his lips grazing your skin.

Your hand is on his back, nails clawing the fabric of his shirt. Hips rutting into you deeper, you can hear the light sighs coming from him as his pace gets faster.

Your walls flutter around him, feeling closer to the edge. He glances down at the sight of his cock disappearing inside you.

“You take me so well,” he coos as his fingers find your clit.

You try not to make any noise, but it’s hard when he’s making you feel this good. You yelp at a particularly deep thrust, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

He’s still rubbing your clit and it’s all too much for you. You grasp onto his shirt, body trembling, and you come around him. Hard.

His thrusts are getting sloppier and your cunt squeezing around him just pushes him closer.

You feel him twitch inside you, a moan coming from his lips as a warmth floods you.

You’re both out of breath as he takes himself out of you. There’s a slight amusement in his eyes as he takes in your disheveled state.

A smirk traces his lips, and he says, “I think you should deliver this late from now on.”

#thomas browne #thomas browne x reader #american horror story #american horror stories #ahs

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wroteclassicaly · 2 years

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OKAY, for my loves who have followed me for my nasty lil’ Cody character fics—I have watched Milkmaids and I am going to (correct Thomas’ homophobia), and also write for him. So.. if you wanna, maybe, send some stuff in? ;)

#kristenwrites #ahs milkmaids #ahs #ahsfx #american horror story #american horror stories #ahstories #thomas browne #thomas browne x reader #thomas browne x you #we back on or bullsh*t now folks

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reveluving · 1 year

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batfam + batmom + hugs 💗

warnings: pure fluff! (I just wanna give hugsss)

check out my batmom m.list!

your face squished against bruce's greek god pecs before melting his heart when you arms can barely accommodate his sheer size and with your pretty sparkly eyes as you shyly look up at him. not finding it enough, he gently tilts your head up by the chin to return your gaze

having a literal competition on who hugs the best between you and dick—he always says that your hugs are equivalent to your best-selling cookies

jason stopping by the manor and immediately giving you a hug, relishing in the comfortable silence and his mother's presence after a rough night

kneeling next to tim's seat before wrapping your arms around his tired frame, hoping to convince him to turn in for the night. you know he finally gives in when he leans in your hold

returning duke's hug with a tighter one despite getting caught off guard, but then getting over it when you feel his body tremble and tears staining your shirt

unable to resist squishing your cheek against cass' when she comes up to you without a word, only to open her arms in anticipation for a big ol' mother-daughter hug

damian not only tolerating your sudden need for hugs, but embracing it as well, which some would find the sight funny, for you would emit an aura of flowers and bubbles while his comprises daggers and death and yet, he returns your hugs with zero shame

giving steph a bear hug just after you returned cass', finding amusement in the former's pout for she, too, wants to be attacked by your motherly affections as well

terry glaring at his classmates who either whisper to their buddies about wanting a hug from you too or openly ogle at you—if the family heard about this, it's over for these idiots

giggling with matt as you swoop him up for a hug and twirling with him in your arms, filling the manor with the sounds of your joy—bonus if ace and titus joins your fun, running in circles and barking in excitement

babs comforting you by letting you hold her tight after finally being able to get ahold of family who's out patrolling after a heart-stopping moment when the connection somehow gets lost

alfred celebrating yet another milestone as your café reaches the targeted earning with you, always honoured to be a part of your life, for you have not only saved his, but the entire family in general

kate greeting you with a hug whenever she's invited for a big family dinner/holiday, always jokingly thanking you for keeping the family and especially her cousin in check

always making the mistake of kneeling whenever ace and titus runs up to you before falling onto your back when they literally jump into your arms, giggling as they lick your face as an apology

nuzzling your face into alfred the cat's soft fur as he purrs and curls in your arms, his tail swishing in annoyance if anyone tries to pry him off you

overall: batmom's hugs are a 12/10, would recommend 🤌🏻

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angelbarelywrites · 1 month

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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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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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swe3tte4rs · 4 months

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Batifamily headcanons feeling jealous about their siblings spending more time with Batmom? Or something like that, however you like to write it 🙊

" Jealousy jealousy " - Batmom!Reader x Batkids

Author's note: MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY NEW YEAR (late)!!! Love this 🫶. And I feel like this request is VERY my AU!!! Dah, who wouldn't compete for the love of their sweet and loving mother!? (The hatred between them began when Bruce had to set schedules for each one so they wouldn't fight for Batmom's attention... joke)

Also I am very sad, because when I was responding to this kind of request and I saved it as a draft, it was deleted 😭!!! CRYING 💔💔!!! On top of that, I loved the request, it was beautiful 😭! It was about Batmom as Bruce's couple and Bruce introduces Batmom to the batkids... And if it was you who sent it 🫵, let me tell you that I loved it and it will take me a while to upload it 💓!! Lov you all

And (I almost forgot to mention this), This AU of the batfamily is a mix of comics, series, headcanons (I LOVE headcanons of batfamily 💗), video games, movies and webtoon! + My main language is not English, so if you find any spelling mistakes, tell me in a comment!

Request opens 💗💗!!! BUT, before you request anything check my rules.

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Honestly, I don't see him being jealous of his brothers at all! But since I haven't read all of his comics and in this AU he is a mix, I don't have an opinion. 👀

Let us begin.

I feel like Dick is a real mama's boy, he love his mom and he will prove it.

Dick is very used to having all of Batmom's attention to himself.

But he hides his jealousy very well, or so he thinks…

Jealousy began when Dick started having siblings. DON'T DENY ME GIRL 🤝🤝!!!

When he gets jealous that you spend more time with, I don't know, he'll go to sleep with you and Bruce, but leaving Bruce aside and enjoying your caresses in his hair while he listens to his siblings complain from outside the bedroom. (Bruce hate this, but I feel that at the same time he love it just a little bit. Very little.)

Possibly he will also rub things you did with him that you didn't do with your other children in his siblings' faces.

I think he is the only one (along with Jason) who has a complete album with photos of him as a child. So he'll show it off to others by saying that you loved him so much that you made an entire photo album of him.

He would do the same with Jason, telling him that his album has more photos and with more photos of you and Dick.

I feel like he would start a whole fight against one of his brothers just to carry all the shopping bags by himself so you don't do it. (This idea is similar to "Jason Todd is a total mama's boy" because I was inspired by it, so credit to its respective author 💓)

"Mommy, did you just call me Damian? Oh my god... my heart..." #atotaldramaqueenbaby💋💋👊👊

Jason Todd / Red Hood

Another drama queen...

A mama's boy from head to toe. (My poor baby just needed a fucking mother figure 😭💔)

He is first in everything. Do you need help opening a jar? He already opened it for you and said I love you and then left and returned to a mission.

But that's not what we're talking about right now... Nonono, we're talking about jealousy, guys...

I bet he's the most sensitive of all.

He makes sure you don't show favoritism to anyone, unless it's him, if so he lets it go.

Did you spend an extra minute with one of your other children because you didn't see the time? He is already burning in a pit of jealousy.

I feel like he would start fighting with his sibling and then he would apply the law of silence to you. But it doesn't last long because he can't resist your cute nicknames and your "you're my favorite" (you say that to each of your babies)

"Why do you call him "son"? He isn't even your son!" And he gives you a whole long speech when you were just trying to be nice to Roy.

He even gets jealous of Bruce.

He doesn't care if it's one of his sisters or a good friend of his, you can't call them cute nicknames! And even less if they are the ones you use with him!

He has good hearing, he makes sure that you call him by his nicknames and not by one of his siblings' nicknames.

"WHAT THE FUCK, MA?! Why are you washing Tim's hair with the shampoo you use with me!?!?" You broke him...

Tim Drake / Red Robin

( I haven't read almost anything by Tim, so forgive me if something doesn't add up, but I promise you that I already have more or less what his personality is like.)

Tim does not admit his jealousy, he is calmer compared to his brothers.

He might start scheduling his patrols to coincide with Batmom’s free time, ensuring that he gets to spend some time with her.

I feel like he would feel more insecurity than jealousy

But I also think he would try to take Batmom's attention away from his sibling by calling Batmom to help him do something he can easily do alone.

He wouldn't care if you treated his friends like your children. I think he would be happy.

Umh Well… I think there's not much to jealousy about this one...

Damian Wayne / Robin

Yes, I headcanon that Damian is one of the most jealous once he realizes that Batmom can give him the love that Talia didn't give him.

He is the same as Jason, he has the same percentage of jealousy.

The only thing is that he would start making arguments about why Batmom would have to spend the whole week with him and not with her brothers.

Oh, and he doesn't care what Bruce does with Batmom. Although he is disgusted by the slightest affection they have.

At galas, I feel like he would be glued to you, hugging your waist and making sure there is no threat.

If you're not patrolling, he'd be with you watching some movie. (I DON'T KNOW WHY I IMAGINED HIM WATCHING MEAN GIRLS)

"I say mom Is going to go with me first because I'm the best-" And then he was interrupted by his siblings.

There is a relationship of hate and equality between him and Jason…

"Don't you see that my mother has an engagement ring and I'm next to her, son of a- *you interrupt him*" I feel like he would say this to anyone who flirts with you.

He is not understanding why his siblings get to spend more time with her.

Mama's boy

I would continue writing, but I have no more inspiration and ideas, sorry...

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

WHY DID SHE PUT THAT NAME BRO???

Cassandra, being the quiet and observant one, might internalize her feelings of jealousy.

Cass is the last one to get jealous, honestly.

She understands that Batmom loves them all equally and there is no favoritism.

Although sometimes she doubts…

She would feel excluded every time she sees you spend more time with one of her siblings.

But putting that behind, she would know that you love them all equally and would let it go by speaking with you how she feels.

0,1% jealous.

Stephanie Brown / Spoiler

Depends…

I think she would feel jealous if Batmom shows favoritism towards others.

In itself, I don't think Steph is VERY jealous. Just... a little bit.

Duke Thomas / The Signal

I need to read more about this man 😭

He's the newest one in the batfam, but he was still able to connect with Batmom very well.

Duke is not one to be jealous, he just doesn't care what batmom does.

Although he is a similar case to Cass.

He would feel a little "insecure" seeing the ties Batmom has with his siblings.

But it always ends well with Batmom watching a movie with him.

[You can put more headcanons in a comment if you like!! And suggestions are always welcome <3]

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honey-milk-depresso · 3 months

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Batfam x reader going to an escape room

Gesus I went insane from this, I was too lazy to do Babs and Bruce I’m sorry- 😭😭

***S/o is above 18, which means characters below are also aged up!

Batfam x S/o VS Escape Rooms

Dick Grayson

God forbid you bring him to a horror-themed escape room. He can fight Joker, Slade, almost get killed like three days a week but he’s scared of them nasty ass sound effects when you unlock a clue and begin jumping on you while screaming until he stops and goes “oh hey, a clue-”

Sometimes keep pointing at the wrong kinds of clues. Like the ones that have the sticker label that says “NOT PART OF ROOM” and can still ask, “is this a clue???”

If you’re scared, both of you can cling together although both of you would push each other to try to punch in the coordinates because you fear the whacky effects this escape room offers.

He will, however, do everything you tell him when trying to solve puzzles. Dick will sacrifice all his loud sound fear and do it for you. Otherwise if you’re brave enough (magically) he’ll just look from behind and clap with amazement.

Whether you two escape or not… usually not. You guys get stuck there most of the time although he wouldn’t be so jumpy and can focus if you two pick a non-horror-themed escape room. You two still had fun though and that’s all that matters. <3

Jason Todd

I felt like he might’ve destroyed the props inside the room out of frustration. Horror themed or not, this man can get frustrated over puzzles he’s failing at. Like one time this man was punching in possible combinations as stated in the piece of paper you two found (miraculously) that had a riddle to the password of the lock the two of you were trying to open and ends up breaking the lock with his bare hands out of frustration that the host had to rush in after catching all that on camera.

He keeps complaining, “that shit is more nonsensical than Riddler’s riddles, goddamnit!” He just wants to win and get out of here with you. That’s the whole POINT.

The one who keeps making sarcastic jokes about all the clues like “this guy puts ‘DEATH’ as the password, how original”, “wow. Who could’ve guessed the VAMPIRE out of the three options where the two others are HUMANS is the killer. Incredible.” You’ll never here the end of it-

If you’re scared, he’ll hold you closer to him (while he slowly loses his shit to colour coordinated buttons) and secretly likes how you cling to him if you are scared. If not, he’s appreciative you try to calm him down and help him stay focus.

You two would sometimes get out, sometimes not successfully, but all the time you’d usually get a bill to pay for the damaged props. Couple goals. <3

Tim Drake

He is full on lock mode INTO this escape room game. By this point, you two are just speed-running through this to get out and win.

Tim is a detective with an IQ of 142 after all, so most of the escape rooms are just easy for him that you complain isn’t fun anymore. Thus, you two go for the really hard ones and I mean those REALLY hard ones like “The Caretaker” kinda with a 1.5% success rate THEN would things get interesting.

Tim likes a challenge, and he gets even more determined to be successful in escaping. He’s not scared of the props, even in horror-themed because he’s super driven to win. If you get scared of horror-themed, and even more terrifying is that it has such a low success rate he’s still by your side trying to reassure you while trying to solve the clues to get the both of you to the next section. Most of the time, you two get out. He gets super salty if he was about to key in the code to get out but just that split second he ran out of time and the both you didn’t get out. Kiss his cheek so he’ll completely forget being salty and more red-faced. <3

Damian Wayne

Like Jason, might’ve break a few props in the process of being frustrated. He’s laser focused in winning and escaping, it’s just that he’s frustration bubbles up easily in an escape room when he come across a particularly challenging roadblock he might push away his rationality and break the lock with his bare hands like Jason (dude how??).

He’s not scared of escape rooms, and maybe for the cheaper ones he’ll think are lame: commenting on how fake the blood is or how plastic-y the skull is with his bad painting. If you’re scared though, he’s silently celebrating the fact he gets to hold you close all while having a straight face.

Inside, his brain is yelling “YESSSSSSS- THANK YOU LORD FOR LETTING ME HOLD THEM IN MY ARMS AND-”

Yeah- pretty much just sums up the most chaotic experience for you or at least, whatever goes on his head.

Usually would get out with him, although sometimes you two would find a bill to pay for broken props but it’s not as bad as Jason’s count so don’t worry. <3

Duke Thomas

He’s pretty good at escaping actually. Well, he’s not as fast as Tim, but if given an hour on an average escape room, Duke can get out with you in maybe 50 minutes flat.

Of course, he’s not gonna try escaping an escape room with a success rate of 1.5% like Tim is, he knows his limits.

Has fun in horror and non-horror themed escape rooms alike. He’s mildly scared of the horror ones, maybe just be slightly jumpy but he won’t scream hysterically or anything. He’ll probably laugh it off and focus on figuring out the clues.

Maybe throw in a joke or two like, “wow, this guy just gives us the password through people’s surnames that are all colour names. If only it was that easy in stakeout mission-”

If you’re scared, he’s there for you and reminds you it’s fake. You’re not gonna die here (because this isn’t a twisted kind of escape room set up by Joker or anything like that, it’s an entertainment one so it’s okay-) and is pretty chill about the whole thing.

Pretty high success rate to escape for most escape rooms and definitely a lot of fun with him even if you guys fail! <3

Cassandra Cain

Also pretty high success rate of getting out of your average escape room, but she also might be another one to break the props but usually by accident.

She might be a little frustrated rattling with the locker and wondering what other possible the lock combination could work when she accidentally uses her strength and kinda… breaks the lock by accident. The two of you would look at each other as Cass slowly just… puts the lock away and gets to the next clue while the two of you act like nothing happened.

Very calm and collected and she’s just unfazed with the horror-themed escape rooms. She’s seen far worse and in fact, she thinks the horror-themed ones are fun that she’s seen smiling more while solving each clue.

If you’re scared of the props, she tried to reassure you they’re face by showing the blood is fake and the skulls are fake (and then accidentally breaks them somehow or drops the fake blood on the floor-) as she tried to reassure you.

Overall, 10/10 good time with Cass. <3

Stephanie Brown

Okay so… she’s focused, yes, but she takes a really long time to think. Just a tad bit. Might be like Dick: points to the prop that has a “NOT PART OF ESCAPE ROOM” label and goes “is this a clue???”

She’s trying, she really is. Has a pretty normal chance of escaping with you but usually with only 5 minutes left or less. I think the most insane one was when you and her finally broke out on the dot when one hour was over and it was time’s up. The host was just doing that white guy blinking meme thing and was like- “huh- okay-”

She’s kinda jumpy in horror-themed escape rooms, but she’s not like Dick to scream her lungs out. Maybe just let out a yelp or “HOLY SHI—” out loud and be like “goddamnit” when she quickly recovers.

If you’re scared, it’s okay she’s got you! Even if she’s a bit startled in the beginning, she’ll be your (mostly) knight in shining armour!

She jokes a lot about the props around like: “Lmao, this goofy horse painting’s like Jason”, “Why the skull look so poorly painted on the eyes”, “What is with that silly sounding witch laugh, lmao” to lighten up the mood.

Funny times with Steph in there so 10/10. <3

Reblogs help! ^^

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Jason: *Enters his sister's room without knocking* Y/N, have you seen your father? I need to talk to him abou- What are you doing?...

Batfam: *Everyone sitting uncomfortably on plastic chairs with pink bows in their hairs and makeup on their faces*....

Batsis: *Is pouring imaginary tea into the plastic cup that Bruce is holding* Hi Jay!!! :D

Jason: .... *looks at Bruce without reaction*

Damian: If you're not going to participate, then leave! *drinks imaginary tea*

Jason: ....*Joins silently*

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #jason todd #stephanie brown #cassandra cain #tim drake #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfamily #batsis!reader #duke thomas #barbara gordon #even Alfred is there!#alfred pennyworth #dick grayson x reader #Happy Wayne's Family

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internet-sadass · 2 years

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Closer To God (Thomas Browne x Reader)

Blurb: When Y/N gets the chance to finally talk to the man she stares at every week during sermons, she feels blessed. Yet, her impurity appears to be known to the man of her desires: Thomas Browne

Warnings: smut, some manipulative type talk?, age gap

So, this is my first public fanfic (yikes) and hopefully someone enjoys it. There’s not enough Thomas content so ofc i had to write some absolutely vile filth. Also, idk that much about puritanism or how they exactly spoke so sorry if this isn't historically accurate but not sure anyone is that worried

There he sat, front row as always, head bowed, hands clasped in prayer. His lips whispered repentances for whatever sins he had committed this week. Locks of wavy, deep brown hair, bobbed slightly as he murmured his prayers. Mr Thomas Browne, recently widowed and anxiously trying to save his soul through absolute devotion to the church.

You couldn’t take your eyes off him. Every Sunday, you would sit through sermons about damnation, the seven deadly sins, and be watching him, eyes scanning over his form. Needless to say, it made church bearable.

A hand firmly grasped your arm.

“Y/N! Keep your eyes from wondering lest you wish to be burned for eternity. Such shame for my own daughter to be consumed by lust on the Lord’s Day!” Your mother hissed, yanking your attention away from Thomas.

“Now pray to the Lord to cleanse your impure thoughts. Lusting after a widowed man, what shame!” She continued in a hushed voice, shaking her head.

“Sorry, mother.” You mumbled, holding your hands together and pretending to pray. Instead, you snuck another glance over to Thomas. He’d sat back in the pew, running a hand through his hair, before turning ever so slightly to look over his shoulder. Your breath caught in your throat as his grey eyes met yours for a fleeting moment.

All these months, you’d watched him, wanted him as your own. Even when his wife was still alive, that didn’t deter you from spending the hours of weekly sermons tracing every hair, every angle of his face. He was the most handsome man you’d set your eyes upon. If there was one thing you would devotedly worship, it would be him. You would bow before him if you ever had the chance.

Church finished finally. You rose from your aching knees, straightening your dress out. Pastor Walter stood on the steps outside, blessing the congregation as they filtered out, occasionally exchanging a few words. You edged silently past him. Something about his wandering eyes made you think he might have worked out your guilty admiration of his most devoted church member.

Mr Browne stood a few paces away, talking softly to his son Edward. His breath was turning to mist in the chilly air, illuminated by some stark rays of winter sun. Your being ached, wishing it was permissible to speak with him. What you would say escaped you, but to hear his voice address you would be like a prayer being answered.

He began to walk away, Edward trailing after him. He looked melancholy as he looked about at the bleak trees. That’s when your focused eyes spotted a white handkerchief laying on the frosted ground.

He had dropped it.

Without hesitation, you gathered your dress and briskly walked down the steps, pausing only to grasp the forgotten handkerchief before running after his form.

“Mr Thomas, sir!” You called, catching up with him. pausing he turned around, looking at you with those grey eyes that incited such a frenzy within you.

“Your handkerchief, sir, you dropped it.” You explained, nerves making you spit your words out.

Thomas smiled kindly, his face looking warm and inviting. This was the closest you’d ever been to him, aside from occasionally brushing shoulders.

“Why thank you- I’m terribly sorry, your name escapes me, miss.” He answered politely, taking his handkerchief from your hand. Fingers ghosted over each other as you exchanged the fabric.

“It’s Y/N L/N, sir.” A hint of heat graced your face at telling him your name. It seemed so intimate to finally be known to the object of your devotion.

“Pleasure to meet you, Miss L/N.”

He took your hand and raised it to his lips, planting a gentle kiss upon it. Your skin tingled at his touch.

“And thank you for returning my handkerchief. You are pure of soul, I can tell.” He murmured the end of his sentence in such a way that it seemed like he didn’t want anyone to hear. Something in the way he said ‘pure’ created a sense of shame within you. How mistaken he was to think you were pure, or that your intentions to return his handkerchief were out of godly kindness. Yet, his praise felt good.

“Thank you, sir.” You whispered, shyness taking away your voice.

Thomas gave a nod and a hint of a smirk tugged at his lips.

“Good day, Miss L/N” Was all he uttered before walking on, holding the limp handkerchief in one hand.

You stood, dumbfounded at the interaction. Finally, he had recognized you, spoken to you, looked at you with an intensity which signaled more than politeness. Thomas had kissed your hand, and the spot where his lips had met your skin seemed to burn. His words would have been enough, yet he had given more. And you couldn’t help but think there was a reason for this.

You wondered, whilst walking back to your house with your mother, if maybe he was thinking in the same way as you?

****

A few days later, your mother had sent you to collect mushrooms. Supplies were becoming scarce as winter tightened its grip on the weather. You agreed, gathering up a basket and heading out into the chill. This chore posed an opportunity: there were many mushrooms dotted about the trees surrounding Thomas’s home. So, that’s exactly where you headed.

Multiple growths of mushrooms huddled at the bases of trees. You crouched and plucked them, setting them into the wicker basket. All the while, you chanced looks at Thomas’s house. It was much grander than your own, and much larger. Plus, it had several windows, opening his home to your prying eyes. An occasional shadow of a figure would glide by a window, making you stare intently to try and see if it was Thomas.

Still kneeling on the damp ground, your back ached from being bent over and gathering mushrooms for so long. At least your mother would be happy with the bounty you had collected.

“Miss L/N!” That distinct, smooth voice sounded out. Scrambling to your feet, you turned to see Thomas walking over, hands held behind his back. You hastily brushed the dirt off your dress.

“What are you doing out here, Y/N, on such a cold day?” He questioned, close to you in the small grove of trees.

“Collecting mushrooms, sir. My apologies if I have trespassed, you may take what I have collected.” You replied, fearing you had angered him by plundering the mushrooms surrounding his land.

Thomas laughed lowly, shaking his head.

“Do not fret, I will not take your hard-earned crop from you. I was more concerned about you catching a chill.” The mist from your breathes combined into a single cloud. He was a half arms reach from you, your back against a tree. For once, you felt afraid of him but this fear didn’t make you want to run. It was an excitable fear that was tugging at your lower stomach.

Thomas reached out to take your hand.

“You are cold, your fingers are like ice!” He ran his fingers over your own, attempting to warm them but instead causing heat to rise on your cheeks.

“Please, come in for a while so you don’t catch your death out here.” He continued, still holding your hand.

“I-if you insist, sir.” Words caught in your throat like dry food. His touch, his invitation, all of these things sent your heart thrumming. His grey eyes looked deeply into your own. It was now you recognized how much taller he was then you, towering over your frame. He could do whatever he wanted with you, if he so pleased, and you would be powerless to stop him.

“I do insist, and you would be wise to obey me.” He leant in close to you, whispering for you to be obedient to him. The knot in your lower stomach tightened upon hearing him command you in such a way. He drew back, still holding your hand, and led you to his house.

****

Sitting at one of the intricately carved chairs at his table, you warmed your hands around a cup of tea. Thomas stood in front of the fire, leaning against the wall.

“Tell me, Miss L/N, why is it that you do not have a suitor? A pretty, pure girl such as you should be wedded by now.” He asked, casting a questioning eye over you.

You nearly choked on a sip of tea. That was an incredibly personal and inappropriate question for an older man to be asking you, a twenty year old girl.

“W-well, my mother has not found someone she wishes me to marry, sir. And, quite honestly, the number of suitable men in our town is low.” You responded, trying not to keep tracing your gaze over his form. He looked even better now that you were closer to him, taking in his clothes that probably cost more than your house.

Thomas chuckled.

“So, you are telling me there is no man in this village you wish to wed?” He came to settle in a chair opposite you. Feeling your cheeks redden, you investigated the cup. You pondered whether to hint that there was one man you would wish to wed.

“There is one, I suppose. But alas, he is too high of status and much too old for me.” You kept your answer as vague as possibly, not letting your eyes give away who this man was.

“Hmm, I see. He would be a lucky man, to wed a girl as pure as you. A very lucky man.” Thomas’s voice had grown lower, deeper. You glanced up to see that he was looking at you with an intense gaze. Laughing nervously, you shook your head.

“I would not go as far to call myself that, sir.”

He leant back in his chair.

“And why would that be? Is it that you have already given yourself up to a man without being wedded?” There was a hint of lust underpinning his voice as he spoke.

“No! I am saving myself for marriage, as a woman must do.” Embarrassment overtook you. Here he was, the man you had thought so sinfully about, asking if you had lost your purity already. Thomas gave a ‘hmm’ of thought.

“Well, if this man you wish to wed was to ask you to do such an act, would you?” Thomas had figured you out. He knew. Maybe he had known all along, having caught you staring at him during church. Or possibly he was like Pastor Walter, who appeared to be able to read minds.

“I-I would, sir. But only for this man, no other.” You answered meekly, afraid that he would condemn you for such a confession.

“For this man, you would let him deflower your purity? A lucky man indeed.” His voice was so low now, either from fear of being heard or for another, more sinful, reason. You laughed nervously once again.

“May I ask who this man is? Perhaps I should tell him. A meek little girl like you would hardly be able to confess such a thing yourself.”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t just bluntly say that it was him who you wanted to deflower you. Yet, your silence seemed to do all the talking needed.

“I see. This man you speak of is me.” Thomas got up from his chair and walked slowly around to come to stand behind you. You sat dumbly, not knowing what to say or do, frozen in a mixture of fear and aroused excitement.

“I do think, Miss L/N, that you are less pure than you appear. Lusting after a man such as myself, widowed and older than you, is a sin. A sin I didn’t think you would be capable of committing. What would your mother say if she knew you harbored such thoughts, hm?” He whispered into your ear, one arm resting across the back on the chair, caging you in.

“Sir, I-I would not be able to face my mother, if she knew.” You murmured, crossing your legs, and shifting in the chair. His hand rested against your knee.

“Then perhaps you should make a deal with me. Let me take your purity, and I will only tell your mother than I wish to be a suitor. I will not tell her of the sinful indulgence we shall commit. However, if you do not accept this deal, I shall tell her you threw yourself upon me, like the little harlot I know you are within.” His lips grazed the skin of your neck as he spoke. You couldn’t believe what he was saying. This man, the one you had lusted after and longed for, was proposing you not only give up your virginity, but that he would be a suitor. If you had an ounce of faith within your being, you would be thanking God for this.

“Yes, sir, I accept your deal.” You finally answered, feeling his lips come to kiss your neck.

“Good. I like a girl who is as obedient as you.” He mumbled against your skin, pressing more kisses along your throat. He grasped your arm and pulled you to your feet, making the chair fall to the floor. His hand gripped your hair pulling your head back before he pressed his lips against your own. He kissed hungrily, exploring your mouth which had never felt another’s lips or tongue against it. You found yourself holding onto his shirt, his hair, pulling him in as close as possible. The knot that had been building in your stomach began to burn with desire.

Thomas led you to his room, barely able to take his hands off the curves of your body for more than a moment. Closing the door behind you both, he attacked your neck again, kissing and nipping it with a passion you had never known. You felt a moan escape your lips.

“Filthy harlot, making such sounds. Have you any idea how much you stir the devil within me?” Thomas hissed, appearing both angry and lustful.

“You awaken my deepest sins too, sir.” You responded breathily as his fingers began nimbly undoing your dress. Yanking it off you, he took in the sight of your body.

“A temptress indeed.” He muttered to himself before grabbing your arm and leading you to the bed. He sat and practically tossed you over his legs. “A temptress deserving of punishment.”

You were confused as to what he was doing until you felt the sharp slap of his hand against your ass. You let out a cry of pain. No sooner as you felt the stinging begin to die down, another slap hit you. His hand paused from punishing you to run over your smooth skin, his fingers grazing your inner thighs. You prayed he didn’t feel your wetness begin leaking out.

“You’ve never had a man punish you before? No wonder you think so sinfully. I should have done this long before now.” Thomas seethed, seeming enraged at you. Another quick succession of slaps abused your now bruised skin. You could feel his length hard and throbbing against your stomach. He was getting aroused by punishing you, for using you for his pleasure.

Fingers swiped against your wet entrance, teasing the folds. You shivered, longing to feel him inside you just as you had imagined on many a night in your bed.

“So wet for me already, are you, Miss L/N?” Thomas purred. Suddenly, he forced two fingers into your tight cunt, making you gasp and moan. You felt so full, being used to only your fingers exploring your insides. Thomas curled his fingers deep into you, massaging the bundle of nerves within you. A series of deep groans escaped your lips, including his name. This spurred him on to violate your more, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, feeling your wetness soaking his hand. You pressed back against his fingers, wanting them deeper, stretching out your walls. He pressed a hand firmly on you back.

“Eager slut, already hungry for me. If you are going to be so lustful, I may as well match your sinfulness. Get up.” He yanked on your hair to make you stand. Drinking in the sight of him, hair disheveled from your wandering hands, as he removed his shirt and trousers. His length was straining against his underwear, a damp patch of precum staining it. In an instant he had you thrown onto the bed, once again towering over you.

His lips found yours again, kissing you as his hands wandered over your untouched form. Groping at your breasts, you moaned into his mouth, feeling his fingers pinch your hard nipples. Feeling daring, you trailed a tentative hand down his chest, before rubbing his cock through its confines.

“Mm, I wouldn’t expect a virgin to be so bold.” He whispered, his fingers finding your cunt again, rubbing circles around your clit.

“I am eager to please you, sir and have you take me as your own.”

Your words seemed to awaken some unlocked desire, an untapped well of feverish lust within Thomas as his kissing became aggressive.

“I took you as my own as soon as my lips grazed your hand, Y/N. I would not let another man take what is mine.” He said breathlessly, pulling back from you, eyes gazing down at your form.

“Then take me. Make me as impure as my mind is.” You whispered to him, admiring the view of his almost naked form on top of you.

Yanking his underwear off, he lined his now dripping cock up with your virgin cunt. The tip brushed against your folds, tantalizing you. Without any warning, he pushed in, filling you up more than you had ever imagined. Your walls stung as they stretched to accommodate his significant length and girth, making you dig your nails into his back as you grasped onto him.

“You’re so damn tight.” Thomas hissed animalistically, beginning to kiss your neck again, biting at your skin. You moaned at the sensation of his teeth on you flesh and his cock stretching you out. He thrusted harshly, nearly entirely withdrawing before slamming back in, smacking up against your cervix. One hand gripped his arm, another gripped the sheets as he pounded you, moaning and cursing you for bringing a man of God to his knees. Filth falls from his lips, saying how good your cunt feels as it wraps tightly around him, sucking him dry.

Each thrust is intense as Thomas pulls out and then shoves himself back in, balls deep and filling you with his length. Your breath became labored, the initial pain of being split open being replaced with a pleasure you ironically see as heavenly. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you open up more of yourself for him to pillaged. Thomas, feeling you pulling him deeper, pins you down with one hand on your throat.

“You want me deeper in you? I’ll show you how deep I can go.”

With one swift motion, Thomas withdraws from your pulsing cunt, and flips you onto your front. He guides himself into once again, a hand on the small of your back as his length fills you up. The pace picks up again, his balls slapping your clit and causing goosebumps to pucker all over your body. Your cries of absolute pleasure are loud enough to rouse the dead, as you keep on begging him for more. You feel that sinful knot starting to come undone, heat burning your body like the fires of hell, your heart racing and knuckles white as they grip the sheets. The bed frame shrieks at the intensity of Thomas’s thrusts, as he pounds you, his hips colliding with your ass with loud smacks.

“Thomas, I think I’m c-close.” You choke out, pressing your chest against the bed, spreading yourself wider for him. The sight of you presenting yourself in such a way unleashes the devil within his god-fearing soul. Grasping your hips, his nails biting into you, he fucks you with slow, hard pumps, savoring the sensation of you clenching around his length as your climax approaches.

“Release your sin, Y/N. You’re mine now.”

With those words, you feel yourself come undone, the heat that had been building within you pouring out as liquid which oozes between your thighs and all over Thomas’s cock. Your calls of his name make him groan, having you praising him for bringing you such divine pleasure.

“You want me to truly claim you, Y/N? Will you let me fill you with my seed?” He asks, panting softly. Fucked out beyond belief, all you can manage is a weak nod. A hand grasps your hair, shoving your face into the sheets as he spurts hot, thick ropes of cum into your awaiting insides. You feel so full as he fucks his load into you, not wanting to withdraw just yet. Finally finished, he pulls out, watching as his seed drips from your arousal, tainted with virginal blood from your freshly torn hymen.

“Y/N.” Thomas whispers as he lays beside you, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You are mine now, forever.”

Resting your head upon his chest, you smile.

“I couldn’t ask for any sweeter words to be said.”

****

There came a knock upon your door. Before you could answer it, your mother had bustled over, wiping her hands on her skirt. She opened the door to the tall figure of Thomas.

“Mrs L/N, may I be so bold to ask to court your daughter, Y/N?”

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galaxybabes99 · 2 years

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Fetish Thomas Browne x Reader

Warnings : 18+ smut, breeding kink, daddy kink

Thomas and y/n married last spring at a local, church currently as while she's in bed. Thomas kissing her inner thigh while she's laughing, also moaning at the same time. Darling do you want to hear my idea if you wanted, to he said if course go ahead if I. Would love the idea of your thoughts daddy Thomas, she said you better not say that or. I'll breed you badly everyone will know what I've done, to you he said go ahead I'm not. Even stopping you why bother she said having his full, meal as she grasp onto his. Dark locks and craving his touch immediately y/n pulled him, as their lips touched she felt. Him grown harder by grinding against her thigh, immediately Thomas rocked his hips. Against hers he thought of her fully rounded with, the child in her womb then his feral. Side had him not slowing down y/n scratches his, back while he'd hand against her thigh. And then switching while she was above him and didn't slow, down Thomas had felt her. Getting close but not without him you close yet, y/n I cannot wait any longer he said yes. I'm also there daddy please can I come get oh fuck yes, she said afterwards both had. Finished but Thomas wasn't done yet he still needed, to make sure she'll be fully fertile as. He'd places her onto their bedroom table that Thomas, felt her growing hotter on my. Y/n who knew your such a dirty little girl who us aching for, daddy to keep you like this he. Said daddy please breed me I want you too please, said y/n begging his fingers moving. Onto her core he felt the twitching on her as his lips connected, in her neck and then lips. Afterwards y/n was exhausted felt as she was about, to sleep darling wait until you get. A bigger surprise tomorrow maybe we could around, the house again cannot wait to see. You fully pregnant my dear Y/n Browne you're going, to be the death of me too.

The End

#cody fern x reader #cody fern #thomas browne x reader #michael langdon x reader #duncan shepherd x reader #valiant thor x reader #Spotify

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Batfamily love language headcanons

All memebers of Batfamily x reader

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Bruce Wayne

Gift giving: Bruce is busy being batman and what not so he doesn't really have time to spend with you, also he's pretty closed off with his emotions so I can’t see him giving words of affirmation so he probably just makes up for not being with you a lot by sending and buying you lots of expensive gifts

Dick Grayson

words of affirmation: When he's busy protecting Bludhaven he’ll send you cute messages whiles he's working

physical touch: after he gets back from it he’ll just hug you until you both eventually fall asleep

Tim drake

gift giving: like Bruce is pretty busy so will also just send you lots of mostly useless expensive gifts

physical touch: won’t out right ask you for physical affection but secretly craves it

Jason Todd

quality time: just likes having you presence there while he's doing things like reading or working on case files

physical touch: like Tim he craves physical affection but won’t ask

Damian Wayne

quality time: just generally likes hanging around with you even if you’re just doing stuff in comfortable silence

Gift giving: probably will occasionally buy you expensive gifts but I can also see him giving you paintings he's painted or if he goes abroad he’ll ll bring you back something

physical touch: probably won’t ask, maybe would motion for you to do it by holding out his hand and stuff but would kind of expect you to do it and if you didn’t he’d get all pouty

Duke Thomas

words of affirmation: loves to tell you how much he loves you is kinda cheesy and if you do it back he gets really giddy

acts of service: if you ask him to do anything he’ll do it no questions asked

Cassandra Cain

Acts of service: Cassandra isn’t good at telling you how much she loves you so she shows it through he actions

Physical touch: if your walking together somewhere will hold your hand the whole time. Will come to your apartment after her patrol and after you patch her up will hold you for the whole night until you have to leave for work/ school.

Stephanie brown

Words of affirmation: like Dick she’ll send you messages during her patrol and will also compliment any outfit you wear

Quality time: just randomly shows up to your apartment to spend time with you even if it’s during her patrol.

Physical touch: if you are both together chances are she’s either hugging you or holding your hand

Barbara Gordon

Quality time: just likes spending time with you. Will invite you to stay in the clock tower with her while she’s working as oracle she finds your presence comforting and relies on you to tell her to take a break from the computer

Acts of service: she already does lots for the batfamily as oracle so if you asked her to do something she’d be on it for you

Kate Kane

Gift giving: will leave sweet little gifts at your doorstep

Harper Row

Gift giving: will make gadgets for you as gifts

Quality time : just like’s casually hanging out with you maybe playing video games together or something

Selina Kyle

Gift giving: will gift you stuff she’s stolen or if you say you like something in a shop window or something will go out and steal it for you

Words of affirmation: like Stephanie she’ll compliment all your outfits and tease you a lot

Physical touch: when she comes home from being catwoman likes to fall asleep in her bed with you

Helena Bertinelli

acts of service: you ask her to do something for you and she’ll do it

#bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #tim drake x reader #batfamily x reader #jason todd x reader #damian wayne x reader #duke thomas x reader #cassandra cain x reader #Stephanie brown x reader #Kate Kane x reader #harper row x reader #selina Kyle x reader #helena bertinelli x reader

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angelbarelywrites · 1 month

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♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot

♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

♡cw; mentions of kidnapping and violence, don’t date people who want to slash you irl not a good foundation for a relationship

♡notes; I put on my big boy panties and wrote something other than a bulleted list!!

I just love a good “i trust you but i sure as fuck don’t trust anybody else” type jealously trope. Also some Tommy doing ASL!! We love a (selectively?) mute king.

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You were an oblivious person. Most of the time, anyways. You’d been totally shocked when Luda Mae didn’t let you leave the night you arrived at the Hewitt house, totally shocked when Charlie told you Thomas was obsessed with you, and more surprised still that Charlie had been right.

You weren’t stupid— you put two and two together that these folks were cannibals as soon as you saw the basement. You nearly talked Monty into letting you go, and you slipped your restraints a couple times before you were settled in. You’d done well in school and still could read a book in one sitting.

Maybe… socially inept was a better word, harsh as it sounded. It was only people that you had a such a hard time with. You trusted them, but you could almost never wrap your head around what they were thinking.

Like the customers that stayed too long . It happened a lot. Bikers and tourists and all sorts of folks would stop in when you were working in the convenience store, and usually more than once a day a man would stay leaned on the counter, chatting away until his buddies were about to leave him. Sometimes they’d be alone, and Luda would give you a break early and they’d go off looking all huffy.

It very rarely occurred to you that the men were trying to flirt. You didn’t think of yourself as someone that happened to- and treated all customers the same. Why would they think you wanted to bang em when all you did was smile? Being nice was part of your job.

Luda Mae payed no mind to the men or your conversations. If there’d been any cause for concern, she’d be able to quash it very easily. But she found it endearing, especially your confusion and apathy when they did get balls enough to be blunt . In her mind you were so devoted to Thomas that other men were just nuisances.

That’s why no one had mentioned it to Thomas. He rarely came up to help now that you were there to help Luda Mae, but today there was extra stock, and her joints had been aching from the weather. You were on register, Luda Mae relaxed in a rocker on the porch, and Tommy stalked the aisles and put out trinkets and canned food and all the other junk you sold. You were trying not to go distract him and stood leaned over the counter, doodling on some scrap paper between customers.

“Well hello darlin,” A man drawled, hands on his belt buckle. He was trying too hard to be a real Texan, but he wasn’t from up North like you. “You got any cigarettes back there?”

“Sure do! Let’s see… got Camels, Lucky Strike- I really like these ones, the Salems, they’re menthol-“

“You look too sweet to smoke. I’ll take the Camels,”

“Well, only do it on special occasions,” you shrugged, not paying much attention as Thomas stalked towards the front “Anything else?”

“Well. That depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re free or not tonight.”

You blinked, then furrowed your brow “You tryna ask me out?”

“Well I- oho shit!” The man laughed uncomfortably as he noticed Thomas right behind him “You scared me there big guy-“

He huffed and slunk behind the counter as the man nervously tried to get back on topic “Anyways… ahem…so about that date-?”

You huffed and out a hand on your hip “Well, depends?”

He perked up a bit “On what?”

“If you can beat my boyfriend in a fight.” On cue Thomas wrapped his arms around you from behind, growling as he hooked his chin on your head.

The man quickly turned tail and mumbled something about being out of practice, forgetting the cigarettes completely. You could feel Tommy relax and turned to let him pick you up and set you on the counter. Even then you weren’t eye to eye with the giant of a man…but it was closer, and you liked feeling tiny anyway.

“…hi baby.” You cooed and loosely wrapped your arms around his neck. He huffed and nuzzled you, as he often did as a form of reassurance. You giggled and pecked his mask “Annoying, right?”

He nodded and scowled, keeping his grip tight on your hips

“…what’s wrong?”

He hesitated but pulled back to sign ‘Mine. All mine. Right?’

You giggled again “Of course! All yours- always.”

He smiled softly- the sort of expression only you could coax out of him ‘Always’

#slashers #thomas hewitt #slashers x reader #slashers x you #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface #texas chainsaw the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre #luda mae hewitt #thomas brown hewitt

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