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parkvcrs · 4 months

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Dating Thomas Hewitt Would Include…

WARNING(S): brief mentions of cannibalism, violence, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, restraints, etc.

NOTES: i recently watched ‘the texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning’ for the first time and while i didn’t like the main cast, thomas made it worthwhile. loved every second he was on screen. :))

• You don’t know how exactly, but out of all your friends (Chrissie, Bailey, Dean, and Eric), you were the only one that Thomas showed mercy to and when it came to hurting your well-being— whenever it was brought up, it was always instigated by his Uncle Charlie or “Hoyt”— he seemed always hesitant to do so.

- And if Thomas had to relocate you for some odd reason, he’d be gentle with you. Additionally, he’d go out of his way to bring you food, water, fix your hair to make you look all pretty, and even get a wet rag to wash the dried blood (not yours, thankfully) from your skin. It confuses you how a man coming from a disgusting and cannibalistic family was touching you as if you’d break. He’s strange, but endearingly because if he wasn’t, you’d be a goner.

• In your time in the hands of the Hewitt family, you made friendly conversation with Thomas the most. It took a while to get used to him and while he prefers not to talk, you don’t mind one bit. Since he’s practically out of touch with the rest of the world, you take it as your responsibility to catch him up on music, specifically the songs and bands you like the most, and promise him that you’ll show him every song you’ve mentioned when you get out of your restraints.

- It took some time before you were able to get out of your restraints. After all, you are the family’s captor, they can’t just have you running out of the house now.

- It took an ungodly amount of time before the family put their trust in you and removed your restraints. And to their surprise, you didn’t even try to run away.

- In fact, you could always be found following Thomas around like a lost puppy. It was truly a sight to behold. Luda Mae and a few of her friends that she’d invite over for tea would always make jokes about you falling head over heels for the boy whilst his uncle was less than impressed and would always proceed to make fun of Thomas and his condition.

• Thomas isn’t stupid. He knows how much of a scumbag Charlie is, but it’s mainly because of how much you voice on how you don’t feel safe around him, so Thomas protective over you and whenever you feel uncomfortable, you know to come running to him where you can be safe.

• Also… Thomas doesn’t know how to slow dance and while you’re not the best teacher because of your lack of experience, it didn’t make things any less special when you tried to show him the basics.

- It was a very special moment in Thomas’ book, one that he’ll cherish forever, especially when you decided to rest your head on his chest where you could his heart race.

• It shouldn’t go without saying that Thomas is incredibly touch-starved. After a childhood and young-adulthood of being completely touch-starved, he’s had turned into an adult who was both desperate for and terrified of touch.

- You had to ease him into it since he was initially afraid that you’d be rough with him but after reassuring him that there is no reason to be afraid, it’s easy sailing for Thomas. He’s handsy, to say the least. He likes to press his leg against yours when you sit next to each other at dinner, pressing a kiss to your shoulder while he holds you at night, hugging you from behind while you’re working on something, or fixing your hair — even though he knows you don’t need help with something like that…

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author’s note: MY BABY MYYYYYY BABY

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slasherwife · 1 year

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Slashers reaction when their s/o catches them without mask for the first time? Pls and thank you!

s/o catches their slashers without a mask

awww yes!! i must give happy endings to all of these 😭🫶

warnings: extra short bc daddy bo doesn’t wear a mask 🥲💗

thomas hewitt:

He feels guilty

He wasn’t careful and now he’s scarred you from letting you see his scarred face. He’s ashamed he couldn’t keep you from himself 😭❤️‍🩹

And in a way it feels invasive. He feels like he’s been seen naked, and he quickly looks away with the feeling of embarrassment and shame fills him💔

He goes to leave, quickly entering the bathroom and shuts the door behind him.

after about a minute of refusing to look at himself in the mirror, he hears gentle breath coming from the other side of the oak wood door.

his better half, asking if he’s okay. that it looked like he saw a ghost, and then laughing. then telling him that you miss him. and that, “by the way, you’re beautiful.”

he starts to cry, smiling, and looks into the mirror at the face that they said was beautiful. 💗💗

jason vorhees:

jason isn’t really self aware like thomas is. he isn’t one to worry about what he looks like anymore 🤗

i mean, he does worry that you won’t find him attractive, but it’s not to the point where he will refuse to ever let you see him with his mask off!

the first time was when he was down by the lake, sitting down washing a trap that had flesh still inside, minding his own💞 he had taken off his mask to breathe freely the lake air.

he had thought you’d been asleep for a long time, inside the cabin. and he had been so threaded in his thoughts that he didn’t hear the door open.

“hi jason” your voice rang out sweetly, slightly caught off guard because his mask was off but nontheless wanting to greet him🫶

he says nothing (obv), but instead of giving you his long soft glance like he usually does, he looks away, and down, almost trying to hide his face as he grows stiff

you grow slightly deflated, but your love for him seems to intensify, and you can’t stop the words before they come out, “you have beautiful eyes.”

jason’s eyes flicker to you, then back to the ground, then pats the ground beside him for you to keep him company 💕💕🥺

michael myers:

this guy is the literally opposite of thomas he does not care at all😭 he is literally so not self aware at all

he likes his mask but sometimes the thing gets real smelly so he has to throw it in dishsoap water yk 🥲

then you come around the corner he’s like “oh hey y/n” literally nothing off about what’s being seen atm 😃😂💞

you TRY to play it cool but at the same time you’re like fangirling over seeing your hot smexy murderer husband without a mask for the first time 💕😇

but at the same time like he probably sleeps without the mask on so i’m assuming y’all sleep separate until now 🥲

if not then you see it so early into the relationship like it’ll be no big deal 😇💕

bo sinclair:

boy doesn’t wear a mask, his face is too hot and sexy to be contained 😍

vincent sinclair:

absolutely horrified. he doesn’t even like being alone without his mask on that much.

has literally considered waxing the actual mask to his face permanently😕❤️‍🩹

he just was repairing it— he got too close to a radiator on accident and needed to repair it. then his baby walked in🥺

hears the door open and IMMEDIATELY flinches away. he knows you caught a glimpse, and he’s terrified, and mortified.

he’s breathing deeply, frozen, stiff, like one of his sculptures. you on the other hand are concerned. 🥹

“darl? is everything okay my love?” you call out softly, so not to startle him💞 he doesn’t answer, and doesn’t move.

“i went looking for some petrol, i knew you wanted some for your art. it’s in the shed.” he noticed that you never called his statues “sculptures” or “wax dolls” like bo always did. you called them “art” 💝💞

“honey you don’t have to hide from me. i will always respect your privacy, i will never ask you to show me your face. but you will never have to hide from me because i love all of you.” 🥹💗

you say this to him and he softens like the wax on his mask. it was within the next few days that he’d rather throw it into the fire than melt it into his skin forever 💞💞

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lightofthemoonglow · 6 months

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kinktober day 25

Human Furniture | Pregnancy | Edgeplay

Thomas Hewitt

a follow up to this story

The wedding night had gone off without a hitch. They had stayed in Thomas’ bedroom all night, unable to stop once they had started. Charlie had walked in during a round, saying he had to make sure they were doing it right or even at all. He had gotten an eyeful of Thomas taking his new wife from behind, though thankfully neither of them noticed. In the morning, she had been covered in bruises, scratches and even a bite mark on her shoulder.

It had scared Thomas to see the results of his work, how he had wrecked his new bride because he had been enjoying himself. Hurting others felt differently, he hadn’t wanted to hurt her. Seeing her limp out of his room, their room, had made him feel sick. So he hasn’t touched her since then, too afraid of doing worse to the only person he had ever touched in that way. Thomas had avoided the bedroom as much as possible over the last seven or so months, he’s slept in the barn, in the fields, in the basement, anywhere but his bed as much as possible.

Though their countless rounds had resulted in something at least. The bump is getting harder and harder to ignore and Thomas wonders if his mama would be happy with just one.

The new Mrs. Hewitt has had to make do with dresses meant for someone bigger, things they had picked up from the church. There’s no driving to the big city for special dresses, though Luda Mae has hinted they might do so with the next one. Though only the new couple know that the chances of that seem lower and lower every passing day. It’s hard to resist her, with her breasts nearly spilling out of her dresses, that swell of her belly, the knowledge that he had done this…

So one afternoon, when Thomas thinks he’s alone, he goes up to their room and takes himself in hand. Muttering under his breath, eyes closed, he thinks about it. About his wife spread out under him, clearly bred but still needing more. Begging for it, needy and moaning as he gets on top of her, careful as he should have been that one night-

“Tommy?”

She’s standing in front of him now, a hand on her bump as she gazes down at him. She’s only in her underwear and then her bra is gone, showing him what he had tried not to see for months. “You could have just come to me. Why won’t you…why haven’t we?” It’s not about the sex, she would be fine without it. But they had held each other that night, she had fallen asleep in his arms and he had kissed her on the lips right before that, lifting the mask for a moment. They had bonded that night and now it seemed like it had never happened.

Thomas reaches out and touches the bump, looking up at her. They can communicate without him needing to speak. He can, if he really tries, but it’s easier to use the hand signals and head movements that he had developed over the years. He doesn’t want to hurt her again, not when there’s a baby in her that they both want.

“You didn’t hurt me,” she whispers, reaching down to brush his jaw with her fingers. “And I want it again. Let me show you how much….” She manages to get on her knees, quite the feat at this point. Moving between his legs, she takes him in hand, stroking him back to full hardness before she wraps her mouth around the tip.

Her mouth is wet, hot, everything that he had been trying to replicate with is hands. The lack of experience she has doesn’t matter as she takes more and more of him into her mouth. It’s as big as the rest of him, so she can’t take it all. Thomas groans helplessly as she strokes what she can’t fit, his breath coming out in short gasps as he bucks his hips forward.

But before he can finish, she stops and tugs down his pants the rest of the way. “Let me…” she whispers, looking up at him with pleading eyes that he can’t say no to. Nodding, he lays back when she asks him to and watches with wonder as she climbs on top of him. Slowly, she takes him inside of her, both of them nearly squealing with pleasure as they finally have this again after so long.

“Want to do this all the time,” she whispers as she slowly rides him. “I have waited for you every night…my hand right here…” She touches herself between her legs, moaning loudly. “So I’ll be ready for you.” She’s moving faster, he’s trying to keep up and they finish almost at the same time.

#thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #thomas hewitt imagine #slasher imagine #kinktober 2023

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zapreportsblog · 8 months

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❝leave him alone❞

✭ pairing : thomas hewitt x reader

✭ fandom : texas chainsaw massacre

✭ summary : (y/n) and a few friends are backroading through Texas and stop at a gas station for gas where (y/n) sees a young man being bullied, well she isn’t one to stand by

✭ authors note : you may have seen some photos of him unmasked but if you haven’t Thomas doesn’t have a nose, he continuity suffers from a facial disfigurement and a skin disease that eats away most of his nose. Due to this disfigurement, his muteness and mental retardation (carried over from the first series), Hewitt is bullied as a child.

✭ slasher masterlist

As (y/n) and her friends ventured through the Texas countryside, the thrill of backroading filling the air, they eventually pulled into a quiet gas station. The sun was setting, casting a warm and golden hue across the landscape.

As they parked, (y/n) couldn't help but notice a scene that caught her attention. A young man, Thomas Hewitt, sat in the driver's seat of a car, his head down, his demeanor downcast. A group of local teens stood near the car, laughing and taunting him.

A sense of injustice flared within (y/n), and without a second thought, she made her way over to where the teens were harassing Thomas. With a firm tone and an unwavering gaze, she interrupted their cruel taunts. "Hey, cut it out. Leave him alone."

The teens exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by her assertiveness. They begrudgingly backed off and dispersed, their laughter fading into the background. (y/n) turned her attention to Thomas, her expression one of genuine concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice kind and understanding.

Thomas lifted his gaze to meet hers, his expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. Despite his inability to speak due to his mute condition, he appreciated her intervention more than words could express. He nodded, his eyes avoiding direct contact as a blush tinged his cheeks.

(y/n) smiled at him, unperturbed by his appearance. His disfigurement and the skin disease he struggled with didn't faze her; she saw beyond the surface and treated him with the respect and kindness he deserved.

"Don't let their comments get to you," she said gently, her tone reassuring. "You're stronger than that. And honestly, I think you look handsome."

Thomas's blush deepened, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe that someone would find him attractive despite his condition. He tried to respond, making noises and using hand gestures to communicate his gratitude, but he found it challenging.

(y/n) smiled warmly, understanding his struggle. "It's okay, no need to say anything. Just know that you're not alone, and there are people out here who see you for who you are."

Thomas's eyes met hers again, a mixture of emotions swirling within them. Gratitude, relief, and a newfound sense of hope blossomed in his heart. He might not be able to speak, but his appreciation for her actions and kind words transcended language.

As (y/n) rejoined her friends, Thomas watched her with a mix of admiration and amazement. Her act of kindness had touched him deeply, and he felt a connection he had never experienced before. And as he drove away from the gas station, he couldn't help but smile, grateful for the unexpected encounter that had brightened his day.

As the car pulled away from the gas station, the sound of the engine and the fading scenery slowly became the backdrop to Thomas's thoughts. He replayed the brief encounter with (y/n) in his mind, a mixture of emotions swirling within him.

A little while later, the door to the gas station opened again, and Thomas's brother entered the car, bringing with him a small bag of snacks. He settled into the driver's seat, casting a curious glance at Thomas.

"So, who was that girl you were talking to?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Thomas turned to his brother, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gestured and signed with his hands, "She defended me. She told those guys to stop. She said I looked handsome."

His brother chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? Is that so?"

Thomas nodded, his blush deepening as he remembered (y/n)'s words. He had never expected someone to be so kind to him, let alone call him handsome. It was a foreign and exhilarating feeling.

His brother's grin widened, and he gave Thomas a playful nudge with his elbow. "Seems like someone's got a crush."

Thomas playfully swatted at his brother's arm, a small smile breaking through his usually reserved demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of lightness, a departure from the usual challenges he faced due to his condition.

While his brother drove, Thomas continued to think about (y/n), the mysterious and kind stranger who had brightened his day. He replayed her words and the way she had defended him, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

As the car continued down the road, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter might have been more than just a passing moment. He had felt a genuine connection with (y/n), and he couldn't help but wonder if their paths might cross again in the future. And for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of friendship and even something more.

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queendeeshorrorimagines · 2 months

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Can I pretty please request a soulmate AU for this prompt: you have a meter/rating on your body that tells you how dangerous your soulmate is

With the character being Thomas Hewitt??

🥺🙏🏻

Tommy's got his soulmate

Thomas Hewitt x reader

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: mentions of reader being an outcast, slight angst with a fluffy ending, mentions of the smell of cigarette/ weed smoke.

The faint smell of smoke and cheap incense lingered inside the rather dated van as you sat in the back. Soft chattering over the humming of a local radio station made the ride through the desolate Texas road rather calming.

You and your friends were doing a cross country road trip for your final summer vacation for your university years. Friends was a rather long stretch for your relationship with them, yet it could be worse.

On everyone's right wrist was a 1 to 10 meter that showed how dangerous your soulmate was, beeping when you get close to your soulmate. While everyone you know had ones and twos with the occasional three rating, you've always had the rating of ten.

Your soulmate was simply dangerous. The only saving grace was the fact that it never beeped- never actually meeting them before. There were times when you wondered if your soulmate was in prison or in some rather seedy situations, making you more reluctant on meeting them.

Although your parents tried to soothe your worries by saying that you will be safe with your soulmate even though whomever they are is obviously an dangerous person, you can still tell that they were scared for your future.

You tried hiding your meter from your peers but they all end up finding out the truth. If it wasn't the looks of pity, it was the quiet whispers everywhere you walked. It was a sad reality for you to be shunned for what fate or whatever Deity that chose this for you.

"Damnit Henry, you didn't fill the tank up!?"

Mark yelled at his friend as the empty gas light comes on. Amy and Maxine groaned with irritations as you looked up, seeing a sign for a service station a mile away. You spoke up over the arguing young men.

"Guys, there's a service station a mile away if we take this turn. If you two stop arguing like an old married couple, we might be able to make it before we're all fucked."

The men quickly shut up, somewhat intimidated by the simple fact that you were fated to be with a highly dangerous person. The women giggled at the last part, looking away from their magazines.

"How are you able to intimate those two so easily? They stopped fighting right when you spoke."

Maxine asked, looking at you with her doe like soft eyes. You gave an anxious smile as you hear Amy laughed at the other woman's innocence to your situation.

"Well Maxine, there's a reason why you've never seen my meter... I don't like showing it...."

You started to speak, your left hand moving over to rub the covered meter on your right hand. Amy interrupted you.

"Their soulmate rating is a ten, worst anyone could get. Their soulmate is is a fucking monster, Maxine. The boys are scared of how potentially dangerous they will be given their soulmate."

Before there was a chance for you or Maxine to speak, the van was parked next to a gas pump in front of the rather old service station. You opted to get out of the van and get some coffee from the station while Mark gets out to fill the van. Henry, Amy, and Maxine decided to follow you inside for a snack run.

You walked towards the coffee pots, filling a cup with the hot liquid. A quiet beep came from your meter as you heard a softer beep from a short distance. The gas station owner, an older woman stared at you with interest as the beeping becomes faster and louder.

Anxiety flows through your veins as you stood still- as if you were a deer in headlights. Heavy footsteps grew closer to you as the beeping for both yours and your soulmstes meters became apparent to your friend group and the the older lady as the door from the back exit of the building open.

Actually meeting your soulmate wasn't a thing that you've ever thought would happen within your life. The hurricane of thoughts made you not notice the audible gasp come from the older lady's lips.

The first thing you noticed was how much larger the man was. Your wide eyes looked up at him as he stared at you. Time froze as you took in every detail of your soulmate; from the way his curly brown hair clings to his large neck, the leather mouth piece that covers his mouth, all the way to how he has a farmers tan on his face and arms.

The logical side of you was screaming to run away as fast as you could because of how dangerous your meter says he is. Yet, you felt a sense of safety and acceptance coming from the much larger man. A older feminine voice brought the both of you back to reality.

"It appears that you're my son, Tommy's soulmate.."

A look of approval was shown on her face as she gave you a motherly hug. You accepted the hug from her as Tommy watches you.

"I'm Luda Mae, but please call me mama."

She continued as you heard tires screeched outside. Looking towards the windows, you saw your friend's van speed away from the gas station. Your eyes widened in shock as they left you alone with only your wallet. Luda quickly goes to the wall phone, calling what seemed to be the sheriff. You didn't pay attention to what was said as the two of you embraced each other, knowing that you have each other now.

#queendeeshorrorimagines #slasher imagines #slashers imagines #thomas hewitt imagines #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt imagine #soulmate au request #gender neutral reader #dees sweet tea

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ghostwoe · 7 months

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thomas hewitt masterlist

** means nsfw content &. you are responsible for what you read, so minors please do not read / interact with any of my nsfw content.

COMING SOON !

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sadhornyygirl · 10 months

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hey! I love your writing 🤭😏

I want to know if you can do Thomas Hewitt x Chubby female reader smut whichever would be fine! Thank you if you can I love your work keep up the good work!!!

thank you so much, I hope u like darling.

Oral Sex

He squeezed her chubby sides, his fingers digging into her softness. You gasped, arching your back as he consumed your sweet spot, sucking harder. He loved leaving his marks on you, he loved the rest of the world knowing you were taken, and you were his. The way you arched against him made him moan against his neck. He could feel your warm skin nursed against him, could feel your nipples hard to handle…the things he wanted to do to you, but he held those thoughts. He was making you feel good by focusing on you tonight

Carefully, his hands danced over his stomach, and an action you didn't mind because you were so worried, and up to his chest, cupping your breast and nipple gently,

- Thomas, you moaned softly. He loved it when you moaned his name, he loved being able to make you feel good.

He patted your ass in a 'get up' motion, which you obeyed immediately before he could push you both down.

His tongue found her clit, swirling around and over it, faster and faster. His body writhed under him, twisting and arching, as his moans grew louder and longer. Eddie hummed, loving how wet you were for him and loving the reactions he was eliciting from you. His worries and insecurities are the last thing on your mind right now, all you can focus on is the pleasure Thomas is making you feel.

- Fuck, you moaned, S-So close.

His thighs hold his head like a vise as you hold him in place. Thomas rode his orgasm, his tongue still swirling rapidly around her sensitive clit. You were a mess beneath him, moaning and panting, hand gripping the sheets as you fell into the vortex of pleasure. You never felt so good, maybe it was because of the buildup, maybe it was just because Thomas was so good... whatever it was, you never wanted it to end.

Quickly, Thomas dove back to her clit, flicking and sucking faster this time. You were already so sensitive, much more reactive and louder this time. His fingers teased your entrance, coating them with their slick wetness, before thrusting two fingers inside you, pumping slowly but the pace increasing with each passing second. Her hips once again tried to jump on his tongue as her hands gripped the sheets, tugging at them with white knuckles. He pumped his fingers inside you, faster and faster, as your moans grew louder and louder. You were a mess underneath him, stuttering and stuttering about being so close.

His body writhed and convulsed under him as you fell off his chest, gasping. His tongue flicked and swirled around your sensitive clit until you were pushing at his head.

- SS-So sensitive, you gasp,

His mind was reeling with the intense pleasure as his body shook and convulsed like sparks as he pressed two gentle kisses to her inner thighs.

#thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt imagine #thomas hewitt smut #thomas hewitt #Thomas Hewitt #slahser #slashers imagines

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meatmutt-nsfw · 2 years

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do yall think thomas’ boobs jiggle when he laughs

#🥭. 4’s fuckery #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt smut #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt headcanons #thomas hewitt imagine

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die-die-mydarling-xx · 11 months

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Since your taking requests would you mind doing nsfw one with Bottom Thomas x Top male Reader where the scenario is like reader was captured for meat and is in the basement with Thomas.

I don't have a ton of experience writing top reader but I've been excited to get to this one >:)

Thomas Hewitt x Top! Male! Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Blood and Gore, y'know. They be killing people

This got WAY longer than expected lol hope you enjoy!

As you came to your senses, you immediately noticed the throbbing pain in your head and a distinct soreness in your arms. The last thing you remembered before now was getting cracked over the head with the butt of a pistol by the particularly rude sheriff who had pulled you over in the middle of nowhere. Okay, maybe you'd been going a little too fast, but nothing that warranted this kind of treatment . . .

As you became more aware of your surroundings, you realized you were dangling by your wrists a good few feet above the ground. That explained the soreness you could feel. Looking up, you could see that your wrists were bound together and the rope was strung over a rather large and wicked-looking meat hook. You could feel your heart starting to race in your chest, although by the maroon stains encrusting the majority of the hook's surface, you should consider yourself lucky that you were only hung by the rope around your wrists.

Looking around, you seemed to be in a basement; the room was dimly lit, with a set of stairs leading up in the corner. The space was cluttered, and specifics were hard to make out in the low light. But you could still tell the scene around you was straight out of a horror movie. All kinds of sharp implements littered every table, as well as what looked to be severed limbs and human bones. Where the hell were you?

You took a deep breath to try to steady yourself, knowing you had to at least try to come up with a plan. You studied the hook above your head. Considering the rope binding your wrists was only slung over the hook, maybe you could slip it right off . . .

Swinging your legs to build momentum, you heaved your body forward and up; for a moment, you thought the rope would slide right off the hook, but to your dismay it caught on the sharp tip. It took everything in you not to yell out in pain as gravity heaved the weight of your body back down. Your already aching shoulders protested as they pulled by the downward force. A small whimper escaped you, and you had to take several deep breaths to center yourself again. But you were so close, you knew you had to try again.

You swore it was the last of your strength this time as you once again swung yourself forward. This time, you felt the rope come free of the hook. You wanted to cry out victoriously, but you knew had to keep quiet. You fell to the ground, your fall broken by several inches of dirty water that covered the floor of the room. Luckily, it prevented the impact from being too hard, but it did make a loud splash as you landed. The smell of strange chemicals and other things you didn't want to think about assaulted your nose as the water soaked your clothes.

As you struggled to your feet, you could hear a commotion above you. There was the sound of someone yelling, and heavy footfalls-- you realized you recognized the voice. It was the sheriff. Cursing under your breath, you frantically looked around for somewhere to hide. You quickly ducked under a table as the door at the top of the stairs was flung open.

"--can't take a liking to 'im, make sure you get him good this time!" The sheriff was yelling, as the heavy footsteps continued down the stairs. There was only one pair of steps coming down the stairs. You wondered who the sheriff was talking to.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to try and quiet your panicked breathing as you saw a pair of legs passing the table you crouched under. You realized suddenly that whoever was in the basement now, it wasn't the sheriff-- this was someone else. As the strange man seemed to spot the empty meat hook, he began searching the basement for you. You didn't have much time now before you were found. You knew that he knew you were still in the basement; aside from the stairs, the only way out was a window that was too high and too small for you to escape out of.

As the legs disappeared from your view and the sounds of movement faded somewhat, you slowly crawled out the other side of the table. Standing, you spotted a meat cleaver on the table you'd been hiding under. You hastily snatched it up, cringing at the slightly tacky feel of the handle. With your hands still bound, you knew you wouldn't be able to wield it very effectively, but it was better than nothing.

Now that you were standing, you could see the man more clearly. You didn't think you could've been more terrified, but somehow you were at the sight of him. He was both tall and broad, not holding a weapon as far as you could see, but from the look of him he'd hardly need one. You dreaded the inevitable moment in which he'd spot you. The meat cleaver shook in your hands as you tried to slowly and quietly make your way towards your only option for escape: the stairs. Despite your best efforts, each step you took splashed quietly, and you'd only taken a few before the man turned around, locking eyes with you. You froze, holding the meat cleaver out in front of you with both hands.

You weren't expecting the bright, intense blue of the man's gaze as it locked with yours. It took you off guard for a second. The man was wearing what looked like a brown leather mask covering the bottom half of his face, making it hard to read his expression, but it didn't look like there was any malice or hatred in his eyes. In fact, he looked . . . almost intrigued as he watched you intensely. He started to advance towards you.

"I don't want to hurt you," you cried out, jabbing the cleaver at the air in front of you. "But I will if I have to!"

The man paused, looking you up and down. He didn't seem intimidated at your threats, not that you'd really expected him to. Even with the large knife you held, you weren't sure if you'd be able to overpower him. He started towards you again, and you tightened your grip on the cleaver. Suddenly, the words the sheriff had been shouting at him earlier sunk in. You had another plan.

"You don't want to do this, do you?" You said, feeling a little ridiculous to even say the words. The entire room around you said otherwise, but you were willing to try anything in that moment. "You don't want to . . . he's making you."

The man slowed, then stopped again. This time he seemed almost like he was struggling internally with something. He hadn't said a word this whole time, so you had to wonder if anything you were saying was really getting through to him. He began to slowly circle you, though he wasn't moving towards you anymore. You carefully kept him in your line of sight, not sure what he was trying to do now.

The door at the top of the stairs banged open, letting a weak beam of light into the basement. You could just make out a figure at the top of the stairs. "Tommy! Hurry it up down there!"

His words were drowned out by the roar of a chainsaw starting up, and you let out a cry of fear as you turned your attention back to the man in the basement. In the second you'd looked away, he'd managed to arm himself, and he wasted no time swinging the chainsaw at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see the basement door swing shut, cutting off the little light it had let in. The cleaver was knocked easily from your hands.

You held your hands up in a vain attempt to protect your face. All you could hear was the buzz of the chainsaw, you could practically feel it as it neared you. Suddenly, you felt the rope around your wrists loosen, and you braced yourself for the cutting pain you were sure would follow. When several moments passed and nothing happened, you slowly lowered your arms and opened your eyes. The man-- Tommy?-- stood in front of you, that intense gaze still fixed on your face. The chainsaw still roared away, but he held it almost non-threateningly by his side. The rough rope fell away from your wrists, having been severed by the chainsaw blade. You rubbed at your sore wrists, still terrified, but more than that you were puzzled.

"You . . . aren't going to kill me?" You asked in surprise, watching as Tommy set the chainsaw back on one of the tables, the engine slowly sputtering out. He took a step closer to you, putting the two of you almost face to face, although you had to look up to meet his gaze. You flinched slightly as he suddenly reached out to touch your face. The touch was surprisingly gentle despite the rough, calloused feel of his palms and the strength evident in him. His hands skimmed over the contours of your face and into your hair. Despite the fear you still felt, the fact that he touched you so gently was sort of endearing. Without hardly thinking about it, you reached out to rest a hand on his forearm, feeling the muscles ripple under his skin. You swallowed hard.

A little hesitantly, you reached up to the mask he wore. He seemed startled for a moment, but didn't move to stop you. You carefully pulled it off his face, taking in the features underneath with surprise. Strangely, the man seemed to be lacking a nose-- and even more strangely, you still found him very attractive. When he leaned down towards you, you didn't hesitate to meet him halfway and press your lips together in a surprisingly tender kiss. He was somewhat lacking in technique, but it was more than made up for in enthusiasm. When you found yourself licking into his mouth, the low groan he let out had you gripping the fabric of the stained apron he wore.

One of his hands rested on the back of your head, gently tangling into your hair. You gripped Tommy's hip with your free hand, using the leverage to pull him closer to you. You were drinking in the low noises he made as you ground your hips into him. This wasn't just about staying alive; you found yourself enthralled by this strange man, and you wanted more.

He didn't put up any resistance as you pushed him back towards a relatively clear table. You only broke the kiss for a moment as you pushed him down onto the table. You were breathing hard, but this time it was from excitement rather than fear. The rollercoaster of emotions you'd been on had your head feeling like it was spinning, but it was strangely pleasant. You pressed your lips to Tommy's once again, hungrily this time, as your hands went to the zipper on his pants. You could clearly feel how hard he was already, even before you unzipped his pants to free his cock. It was so thick you could barely fit your hand around it, and the almost desperate moans he let out as you stroked him let you know he'd probably never done this before. The thought was exciting, making your own cock strain painfully in the confines of your pants. You quickly freed it with your spare hand, sighing in relief against Tommy's mouth as you stroked yourself a few times.

Pulling back from the kiss, you looked down at the man before you on the table. He was flushed, panting, and already leaking pre cum with your hand around his cock. The sight sent a jolt through you that made you rut your length against Tommy's still-clothed ass. You knew you needed to have him, and now.

You practically yanked his pants down to his ankles in your desperation, kneading his ass with the hand that wasn't wrapped around his cock. He was looking at you with those wide blue eyes, the expression so different from the one you'd seen not half an hour earlier. The thought made you smirk as you looked him over.

"You're doing so good for me," you murmured as you stroked a finger over his hole. He practically growled in response, thrusting his hips up into your hand. You pressed a hand flat against his hip, as if to hold him down, though if he didn't want to stay like that you knew you probably wouldn't be able to make him.

"Wait," you instructed in a firm tone, and you could see him swallow heavily in response. Carefully, you pushed a finger into him, starting to work him open. He let out a groan as you did so, squirming slightly on the table, but it was clear he was trying to do what you said. As you could feel him relaxing around you, you added another finger, then another. His thick cock was drooling pre cum onto his hip, and you thought he might cum before you even got yourself inside of him.

"Are you ready?" You asked in a low voice, almost shaking with the anticipation of being inside him. He gripped at you like he was trying to pull you closer, and though it looked like he was starting to fall apart, you could tell he was still trying not to hurt you. You pushed yourself inside him slowly but insistently, moaning in satisfaction as you bottomed out in him. Tommy's grip on you tightened, feeling almost painful, but you didn't care at that point as you started thrusting. He felt so good around you, his tight hole squeezing you perfectly. Picking up the pace of your thrusts, you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached your peak.

You leaned down to kiss him again, much more sloppily as your hips slapped against his. You started stroking and squeezing his cock in time with your thrusts, and from the grunts and groans he let out into your mouth, you could tell he wouldn't last much longer.

"Come on," you said low in his ear. "Cum for me."

That was all it took to send him over the edge, his cock twitching in your hand as he came. You could feel his spurts of cum paint your stomach, and the noise he made as he came along with the way he clenched around you was too much for you. You came inside him with a loud groan, feeling your own cum filling him as you sloppily thrust into him a few more times.

Exhausted from all the events of the past few hours, you collapsed against Tommy's chest, feeling the rapid rise and fall of his breathing under you as you wondered what the hell you'd gotten yourself into.

#at least half of this is just Setting The Scene™#I'm a big fan of that #creative writing wise i actually have my background in horror . . . can you tell lol #the texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #the texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt x you #x masc reader #x male reader #thomas hewitt imagine #thomas hewitt smut

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horror-princess-2002 · 4 months

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Hey! Not sure if you're taking matchups atm, but I thought I'd give it a go ✨

I'm a 5'4 female with short dark hair and grey eyes. I have 7 tattoos, hourglass body type with a bit of muscle. I have very pale skin and dress mainly in black comfy clothing.

I'm an introvert who still enjoys talking about topics that I'm interested in and I'm very (almost obsessively) curious about everything. I love everything dark and macabre, but also love cute adorable things just as much 🖤

My hobbies are art, games, sleeping and movies (mostly horror)

I have a huuuuuge weakness for big strong quiet types who could snap my neck like a twig, but instead treat me like I'm the very air they breath 🥴

Hopefully this was enough useable info for you! Thank you 🖤✨

Thank you for the request I hope you enjoy hun ❤️

I met you with Thomas Hewitt

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gatorbites-imagines · 1 year

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literally anything with tommy hewwitt i just need something of this man and im out of ideas

Thomas Hewitt sfw alphabet

Hi anon, have some headcanons for Thomas :)c. I love all versions of Leatherface, so Thomas is a fave of mine along with Bubba.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Thomas starts as somewhat distant or stiff when it comes to affection. He isn’t used to giving it or receiving it, but he loves physical touch. After the two of you grow more comfortable in your relationship he will be a lot more willing to give and receive affection. He mainly shows affection through physical touch, like hugs, holding hands, etc.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’s a quiet but very loyal friend. If you a truly his friend, he would raise hell for you if you were ever hurt or used by anyone. Not much of a talker but a great listener. You most likely met through work, maybe you got a job the same place as him? It took a long time of you talking to him and just being nice for the friendship to bloom.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Thomas likes cuddles, though hes somewhat shy about it in the beginning. Please cuddle into his side and place your head on his chest, he loves it.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I think Thomas would like to settle down at some point, if possible, that is. With his face and his less than blood free background. I think he would want to live away from too many people and just enjoy his time with you.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depends, if it was because you did something horrible, he would just break it off with little to no emotion. If it was for other reasons, he would start to grow more distant from you until he finally tells you.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He would enjoy being married, but he’s also not one to rush those types of things. He gives it as much time as the two of you need, and its probably you who proposes in the end.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

With you he is very gentle, knowing what he can do with his hands. He struggles with his emotions but tries his best for you.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He likes hugs, though he might have been somewhat stiff and awkward about it in the beginning since he’s not used to being hugged. Later on he just wraps around you like a big teddy bear and holds you.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It would take a while, and you most likely say it first. He would have thought it long before that but struggle to tell you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He doesn’t get as jealous as other slashers, but he does treasure you and get somewhat jealous if others look at you with too much interest or try and flirt with you. He goes more quiet than usual and either grows more distant or move touchy, like holding you a little tighter or standing right up against your back.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Thomas doesn’t kiss a lot because he has his mask on, but his kisses are a little clumsy, but he has the enthusiasm. He learns over time and gets pretty good at it, so its like a real treat when he pulls the mask off to kiss you. He loves when you kiss his neck or ears. He loves to kiss your hands or forehead.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I think Thomas would be great with kids, if they weren’t scared of him. He would be scared of hurting them but would loosen up and end up playing with them, or just chilling with the more calm kids and maybe do some crafts.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Thomas is the first to wake no matter how late he went to bed, but he likes to stay in bed and cuddle with you. He isn’t the greatest cook so hed probably just end up bringing you something to drink if he had to go to the bathroom or something.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are spent cuddling but I think he falls asleep pretty quickly. In the beginning he always stayed awake until you fell asleep first, but now that he has grown more comfortable, he knocks out like a light when he’s in your arms.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Thomas isn’t one to talk about himself that much, he would rather hear you talk. But you might pick up bits and pieces as time passes, and he might tell you some of it.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He is pretty patient in general I think, but when he’s angry you better run for your life.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He tries his best to remember important things and dates, even writes some of them down in his calendar. But he doesn’t remember the smaller details or things you’ve only mentioned once or twice.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The many times you have never judged him for wearing a mask and never pushed him to take it off or change who he is. He might have made you a mask too if you’re comfortable with that, so you wearing that is also a good memory.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Thomas is a protective lover, mainly because he’s scared of losing you. He has no problem of you being protective of him too, he might even be flattered.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He tries his best at dates, even doing stereotypical stuff like going for walks on the beach and bringing you flowers. Thomas always gets you a little something for anniversaries. Even if it’s just something small.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He most definitely sees himself as a monster or disgusting, or thinks of something as someone way below your league especially because of his eating habits. There are times he will spend hours just staring at himself in the mirror after work and hate what he sees, or times where he flinches away from your touch because he’s scared of hurting you.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Thomas does not care about his looks, though he might keep himself somewhat presentable just for you.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, Thomas would feel empty or like something is missing when away from you for too long. He loves to stay close to you since you make him feel so warm and loved.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Thomas likes to crochet, it helps him calm down and help him keep his mind focused on one thing so his mind doesn’t start to wander. He has crocheted flowers and tiny animals into the collar of your jacket and the sleeves.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like people who judge others based on appearance, since he has some experience with that. He also doesn’t like sour candy.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He is a grabber in his sleep, there is no escape until he wakes up so you better have gone to the bathroom before getting into bed with him.

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meatmutt-sfw · 2 years

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wii bowling w/ them | slashers

praying no ones done this before so i dont seem like a copy cat ᴖᴥᴖ also i wrote this in like 30 mins just bc so

pairing(s): bo sinclair X reader, brahms heelshire X reader, jason vorhees X reader, michael myers X reader, thomas hewitt X reader, billy loomis & stu macher X reader, chop top sawyer & nubbins sawyer X reader

warning(s): swearing

— bo : catch him about to snap if he misses a spare or gets all but one pin

✰ he grips the remote so hard his hands sweat so hopefully you aren’t having to share a remote with him while doing this

✰ if you suggest giving up he’ll immediately tell you no and continue to get angry

✰ when he gets a strike he’ll yell something along the lines of, “fuck yeah,” or, “I knew I had it in me.”

— brahms : cries if you beat him or he’s losing

✰ if you score better than him in the first frame just be prepared

✰ literally will curl into a ball in the corner and won’t come out till you agree to play again (where you pretend to have gotten worse just to get him over the meltdown)

✰ if he still somehow manages to lose the second time around he tells you he’s never doing that again and goes into the walls for a few days because he’s upset

— jason : actually really good and neither of you were expecting it

✰ probably one of the only ones to give you a challenge

✰ if you get excited when he gets a strike or spare he’ll hug you out of confusion tbh he doesn’t get why you’re excited

✰ will probably suggest another game or to play something else with you since he’s having fun

— michael : doesn’t use the safety strap so he throws the remote at least five times if not six (sometimes on purpose)

✰ he absolutely does not wanna do this; he’d be content watching you play

✰ if he somehow gets a strike after letting go of the remote while throwing the ball, he’ll silently look at you with a, “what now?” sort of look

✰ if he starts getting annoyed that’s when he’ll throw the remote purposely so maybe there’s a chance you’ll dismiss him

— thomas : he’s just confused man

✰ he tries, he tries his hardest since you wanted to do this with him

✰ definitely not good at this at all; doesn’t get that the movement on the ball is based on the way his hand moves but if he manages to get a strike, he’s excited and so are you

✰ if you have to share a remote with him, you have to wipe it off cause his hands sweat horridly when he’s nervous (you tell him it’s okay tho)

— billy & stu : like the twins by focusing on one another but probably get too busy bickering to realize they’re losing

✰ they’re more focused on who’s winning the little insult match tbh (they get distracted by like third frame)

✰ you may have to pause the game to pry billy off stu and stop them from strangling each other or hitting one another with the wii remotes

✰ separately, they’re extremely competitive and aren’t as violent unless you’re violent with them first then it’s on

— chop-top & nubbins : you’re tossed to the side; it’s a fight to the death between them

✰ they’ve definitely played this many many times before so even if you’re pretty good at it they’re still gonna beat your ass

✰ if you somehow manage to get ahead nubbins’ll take the batteries from the remote so you can’t play the next time

✰ if you play them separately, they’ll put up a good fight and in the end will probably win

other slasher works.

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slasherwife · 2 years

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First kiss with slashers 🥺? How does it go? Who initiates it?

first kiss

a/n hi y’all omg ily you guys so so much and i’m so glad to be posting something again ☺️ i’m going to try to be more consistent with posting i promise (*´-`)

summary: tommy, jason, michael, and bo 🥹 you’ve reached level makeout ✨ your slasher trusts you enough to put those forbidden speech flappers on yours in a very romantic scene 😍 they just love you sooo much!

warnings! : “good girl” used (in bo’s)

tommy

When it comes to your first kiss with Tommy, i’m confident it will occur after a days work of hard labor. The harvest has finally begun in late September, and Hoyt has been snapping at your heels since dawn. Tommy has done his best to keep beside you, and give Hoyt a nasty glare when he comes too close or says something too cruel. It’s when you’re both sleepy in the cool dark of the night, and the stars look like you’ve just entered heaven, sitting on the porch stairs. “do you think we’ll be together forever? on the farm?” you know tommy won’t reply, but you look into his eyes that are always soft on you. the inside of his brows lift slightly, and he smiles in your direction. “as long as you want.” he says silently. his eyes turn surprised when you found yourself over him, touching his cheek softly. he relaxes when he finds that he trusts you, as you close in, wrapped in web, in silk threads of bliss. he shudders as something shatters within him, and exhales before he leans in to kiss you, relishing in the shape of your lips and how they feel on his through his leather mask. his heart turns to sunlight and music, singing my y/n i love you i love you i love you, stay with me stay with me stay with me💕

jason

he has hidden from your gaze for a long time, only revealing himself to leave food at your doorstep or flowers pressed within worn down novels. little did he know you’ve read every single book he’s left and gladly eaten every single morsel. don’t be guilty, you’ve more than once attempted to race outside and ask him, beg him to eat with you— but he’s much too fast to even spare a glance. so you’ve decided to take matters into your own hands to find him, trekking for hours on end until you found the coast of a beautiful lake. you’ve brought honeyed bread with you, and cooled milk in your pack to share with him. you’ve been walking for hours, and wish to rest by the tree overlooking the beautiful lake. while sleep was not intended, you proceed to dance in your dreams, with the gentle stranger you’ve come to dearly love, until a pair of unseemly large hands cradles you, weeps, and says nothing except your name. you feel a hand gently brushing over the top of your head as if you’re a precious baby, and a pressure on your forehead before it disappears. he had kissed your forehead with utmost gentleness. you opened your eyes slowly, to see a familiar pair of eyes underneath a mask. he stares back at you, having never seen you this close up, and fails to veil his amazement. you slowly reach up, leaning in, and pressed your lips to the plastic where his lips should be, and jason has never felt more electrified in all his life💓💗💖

michael

at first when he took you as his, he refused to touch you. not in the distant sort of way— you were too good to be true. you were completely perfect. flawless in his eyes. you were his one. it’s almost like he wanted to savor you, save you for later. you were sweet, wanting to please everyone around you, and your personality wove around him like vines desperate to please and make him happy so he wouldn’t hurt you or do anything rash. such a perfect angel. after months of keeping you under his gentle wing in the drippy and dark cave in the barrens of Haddonfield, michael sat beside you, curiously, as you finished the last of the neglected bread he scavenged for you. he was eyeing you curiously, leaning in, beginning to stroke you hair and feeling how soft it was and how hot your skin was under the pads of his fingers. part of him wasn’t sure how to cope with this desire in his heart, “michael… please..” you began to cry, out of love of him and for your own life. “i’m sorry my love.” his eyes seemed to speak, and he ended up taking your face in his one hand, “i want to be with you forever, you know that—! i love you—!” he silenced you, pressing the plastic of his lips, again gently, to your own. the pressure of the soft flesh sent chills down his spine, and he wondered how it would feel to taste your lips without the mask. he would certainly plan on it 🌸🌸

you perfect angel. you lovely flower. you’re his flower, his pretty one. “perfect angels like you deserve the world…” his words were slurred, slow, like he couldn’t understand himself. his half drank bottle of whiskey glistened in the 16:00 sun that shone through the clammy kitchen window no one bothered to clean. his eyes were on you though, minding your own business on the stepping stool next to the back door, eating nutella out of the jar. you smiled. whenever bo drank he got very affectionate with you, and yet more aggressive towards his brothers. bo never hurt you though🤍 while his mood swings gave you a whiplash, he treated you decently. his words however, dripped with honey and watermelon at the sight of you. it was like he couldn’t hold back. you were just so sweet. “come here baby..” he whispered, almost cooed, pupils dilated and eyelids hooded with affection💓you felt compelled. you arose from your seat, and tip toed over to his outstretched arms on the couch. his arms circled around you like a warm surrender to peace. you descended into his darkness. his hands were all over you, caressing your waist, running up your back and kissing your shoulder. “my baby.. good girl.” he cooed again softly, and littered your face in his kisses. he hovered over your lips, feeling the electrifying feeling between his lips and yours. he waited for objection. there was none, but your wanting of his affirming love for you, and he laid his lips over yours like a soft blanket. while you would not receive this kind of gentleness from bo while he’s sober, this side of bo never failed to make you fall in pieces🥹🥹💗💗

vincent

bo went off again. and he almost looked at you with those rage filled where he has when he hates something with a fiery passion, and seeks to destroy it. vincent has told you already that when those eyes find you, it’s over. and they almost did. before vincent came out from under the floors and shielded you from bo’s episode. “it happens when he drinks.” vincent said softly, his voice thin like paper🤍you could only nod, your water in hand as you sat side by side against the wall in the basement. there was a frightening yell, a voice that sounded like thunder,— bo’s voice— and the sound of someone chucking a vase at the wall. you flinched, fear creeping up as you feared bo in this state. you didn’t notice until a second later how close you had moved to vincent. he was slightly tense, even after being close to you for many months now. something in him surrendered, surrendered to you, even though you hardly asked. you looked up as his hand circled your waist to hold you closer. you asked for this hadn’t you? why did you move so close to him as if looking for his protection? you looked into his eyes. “vinny..?” you don’t know why you said it like a question. “it’s ok.” he responded, like he already knew what you wanted, what you were thinking. you combed back a strand of hair softly, and the love you showed him seemed to settle in his heart like a little bird. you leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his masked face, admiring the artwork of it. vincent avoided your eyes, afraid to get lost in the beauty of then. he slid down the wall, his head slowly finding your chest to press his ear to your heartbeat. you stroked his hair, finding peace in the violence of your circumstances🥺💗💗

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ahoysteviex · 2 years

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Ok so I woke up to Texas Chainsaw Massacre playing and my half asleep brain is now flooded with Thomas.

I’m kindly asking for how you think he acts when his s/o touches him so gently but every touch is full of love. (I just wanna hold his face and kiss him) 🥰

i am formally apologizing for how long this took. i wrote it out at some point and then lost all my progress and wanted to bang my head against a wall so i didn't touch it again for one million years. ANYWAY!

contents: fluff, size difference (because it's tommy we're talking about, thomas has trauma

REBLOGS > LIKES

thomas isn't used to being touched. at least not in a positive way. he was bullied as a kid, after all.

i feel like luda was the only one to be kind and gentle towards him, so if you're fem-presenting he'll probably warm up to you a little faster.

i imagine most of his childhood bullies were other boys, so if you're masc-presenting he'd probably flinch quite a bit whenever you go to touch him at first. he may be bigger than you, but he forgets in those moments that he could easily overpower you if you tried to hurt him. it'll take him awhile to unlearn that trauma response, but it'll be so worth it once he warms up to you.

he doesn't know how to respond. if you hug him, he'll just stand there and let it happen. you'll have to take his arms and wrap them around you. after maybe the third time of you doing this, he'll get the hint and start hugging you back.

if you touch his hair, he'll lean into the touch without realizing it and get disappointed once you pull your hand away. he'll look at you with those sad, confused puppy dog eyes until you put your hand back in his hair.

he blushes every. single. time. you touch him. i am not exaggerating. most of the time it's subtle and you won't be able to see it because of his mask, but if you're sweet enough, it'll spread until his whole face looks like cotton candy.

if you're patient enough, he'll start initiating touch too! he'll hold your face in one of his massive hands, being extra careful to be gentle with you.

thomas will treat you like you're made of porcelain. he knows he's strong, and you're so much smaller than him, so he'll try to be as feather-light as possible as if he'd break you if he used any pressure at all.

the first time you kiss his face, he's so taken aback that he gets up and walks away. he will hide in the basement for the rest of the day. he's gonna get so shy, he won't know what to do with himself. he might even avoid you for awhile.

eventually, i think luda would notice the weird energy and talk to him. once she figures out what happened, she's reprimanding him and telling him to apologize to you and to pick you some flowers and kiss you back god damn it!

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