#Drayton Sawyer Masterlist

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Police Officer

Part:I|II|III

Characters: Nubbins, Bubba, Chop-Top, Drayton

Warning: cannon typical violence, corrupt cop!reader, cop!reader, cannibalism, slight NSFW, mention of being shot

Gender: gender neutral, m4f, m4m, m4n

A/N: Basically what the title says lol. There may be a few things I missed in the warnings so please proceed with caution.

Masterlist

Nubbins Sawyer:

•He somehow always know exactly what road you will be patrolling and proceeds to hitchhike on that one when he starts heading home

•Loves how you make sure that he and his family doesn't get caught

•Helps you burn and destroy all evidence against him and his family

•Drayton respects you for keeping his family off the radar and keeping his younger brother at least slightly more under control

•He definitely hides in the back of your car/truck to go with you to work

•He gets to antsy and reveals himself not long after you start heading towards town

•He has done it so many times that you have to check everytime you get into any car/truck for him in the back

•He is way more clingy then he normally is when you have to take care of a dangerous individual

•If you get shot, expect multiple tantrums if you try to get out of bed (even if you had a bullet proof vest on)

•Doesn't want you to lose your job, but also hates when you have to leave

•Won't force you to eat human, but will get slightly disappointed

•Has 'pranked' you by replacing whatever meat you cooked for yourself with Drayton's barbeque

•Has wanted to use your handcuffs on you before, whether you let him or not is up to you

Bubba Sawyer:

•Doesn't really understand why you are with him if you know what he does

•Hates killing infront of you

•Unaware that they have had several cases built against them that you stopped from happening completely by removing/destroying any incriminating evidence such as fingerprints and such

•Doesn't believe he or his family deserves you

•Doesn't necessarily like when you are partnered with a guy, even if you reassure him that he is the only man for you

•Panicked squeal when he finds out you got hurt on the job

•Makes you stay sitting in the basement until you are better

•Drayton doesn't really care, just as long as you don't get in the way of Bubba's chores

•Will hug and cuddle you if he finds out that you had to deal with a very dangerous individual that day

•Doesn't like when you leave, but understands  your need to work

•Definitely won't force you to eat human, however if you want to he will be pretty happy

Robert "Choptop" Sawyer:

•Likes riding with you in your cop car/truck and blasting music while you are patrolling

•"WHAT?! YOU GOT SHOT?!"

•Panics so hard you'd think he was the one who got shot

•Your not going back into work for the next two weeks

•"I-I don't care if y-y-you were in a bullet proof vest, you are not leaving me."

•Thinks that you both can trauma bond since he was in a war

•As long as you cause no trouble, Drayton has no issues

•Is aware that you help the family stay under the radar, and is so thankful for that

•King of police jokes

•"No, wait, please, Mx.Officer, please, don't hurt me!" "Don't worry, I'm not gonna touch you." "...Why not?!" (Creds to ailaughatmyownjokes on tiktok)

•^The embodiment of this statement

•Is actually really into cop role play, so you being an actual cop is so hot to him

•Really wants you to use your cuffs on him and cuff him up in your car/truck and ride him into oblivion

•Genuinely loves watching when you have to tackle people to the ground

•Wishes it was him

•Over all probably the most thirsty with the most disgusting nasty thoughts in the family

Drayton Sawyer:

•Is honestly surprised you even wanna be with him in the first place

•You're a cop? Cool, you can't meet his family until he can sit down with you and tell you about what he and his family do

•You're alright with it? Welcome to the family

•Is aware but also isn't aware at the same time that you are 99% of the reason they haven't been found out yet

•You don't wanna eat human? goes to kitchen for about 5 minutes and moves stuff about

•walks back in and hands you the exact same plate Heres your non-human meal!

•Just eat it for his sake please, he wants one person to not complain

•Honestly finds how gentle and sweet you are to Bubba adorable, but he'd never say that

•Likes how you can get both Chop and Nubbins to chill with just a whistle

•Or if you can't whistle(like me), a yell

•Doesn't freak out per say if you get shot or hurt, but definitely doesn't want you going back to work for a while

•Isn't exactly turned on just because of you being a cop, but he can kinda see the appeal when you start getting out of your uniform for a shower

•This man has on more than one occasion went directly into the police station with human meat in a bag for you

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Bubz's Slasher Fictober Day 9: Chop-Top Sawyer (Pumpkin Spice)

Almost to double digit days! This is also officially day two of the Pumpkin spice week which will make much more sense when I post the final masterlist so stay tuned!

Notes: Minors DNI, Porn with a smidge of plot. No pronouns or descriptions of reader used. NSFW. Not really anything to raunchy but it's also Chop-top so proceed at your own risk lol. Kinda off AU really the other thing I changed for story sake is Nubbins being alive. Short and spicy.

"Bobby your brother could walk in!" You screeched at him.

He gave a laugh that more so resembled a witch's cackle before wrapping his arms around and pulling you further down on his lap, subsequently shoving his cock further into your plush walls.

Cock warming was something you and Bobby did often, especially since he got back from Vietnam. It would help calm him down after particularly rough nightmares about his time in war and helped him to shut up after fighting with Drayton. Though you two never had dared to do it with the door unlocked when Nubbins could easily walk in at any moment.

If you didn't know any better you'd think Bobby lied to you that the door was locked just to get your pants off.

"C'mon mama relax! Nubbins ain't gonna come in here and even if he does I'm sure you'll be good and quiet" He breathed into your ear letting out another signature laugh. He jutted his hips sharply into you and continued to laugh at the squeal that was produced from your throat at the feeling of the tip of his cock brushing up against the sweet spot at the deepest point in side of you.

"Chop I swear I'll never you let you do this again if you don't quit it" You snapped at him, him and you both knowing you didn't actually mean it.

He brought a hand up to your chest and rubbed your nipple through your shit while sucking on the pulse point on the side of your neck. You threw your head back and groaned.

Your eyes widened when you heard the oldest Sawyer brother approach the outside of the bedroom door.

"Bobby! Goddamnit Boy are you in there?!" Drayton yelled.

"Better find a way to get him to git before he opens that door mama" Bobby snickered before reattaching his lips to your neck and giving another few random thrusts.

'Bobby I swear to god if you don't answer me right now you'll sleep out in the barn!" Drayton yelled again.

"He's Busy!" You screamed through a moan as Bobby began steadily thrusting back and forth in and out of you. You heard Drayton grumble something about sex crazed young people before he walked away from the door.

Bobby's hands gripped your hips, no doubt leaving figure shaped bruises, and slammed you continually into his girth. You turned your head pressing your face into the dirty mattress to suppress your moans hoping to save a little dignity with his brothers.

"Bobby on my bed again?!" A voice yelled as the door swung open, But Bobby's thrusts didn't stop on account of his brother.

"Godammit Nubbins get the hell out!" Bobby yelled panting from over exerting himself with his thrusts. You suddenly started loosing yourself, not caring that Nubbins was in the room as you began to push your ass back into Bobby to meet his thrusts.

You were chasing your own climax and didn't give a fuck whether Nubbins was in the room or not.

"Y-you also do it on my b-bed, you g-got your own!" Nubbins yelled again seemingly not caring himself that his brother was nearly splitting you open in front of him on his bed none the less. Bobby didn't answer that time focusing on bringing you to your high. You could feel his cock pulsate inside of you and knew he was close too.

The ecstasy washed over you at once, You could feel your walls clench around him while you came as you milked his cock of the creamy warm ropes that shot out into painting your walls white.

"Oh fuck baby" You moaned, Bobby's lips connected back to your neck and his thrusts became erratic trying to give you every last ounce of his cum.

When the world stopped being spotty and you were brought back to earth panting with a grin that matched Bobby's, You lips met as the two of you started to cool down. Only one thing brought the two of you out of your sexed out state. The click of a camera.

"Nubbins Goddamn you!"

And there went tonight's peace in the Sawyer house.

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Reader x Bubba Sawyer Headcanons

• He likes it when you straddle his lap and kiss his face all over. It makes his heart melt. He especially loves it when you wrap your arms around his neck and he wraps his around your waist. You rest your head on top of his, and he rests his face in the warmth of your neck.

• He honestly doesn't care what your body type or weight is. He just wants to know that you're safe and not on the brink of death. If you're wanting to gain weight, he'll feed you as much as you want. If you're wanting to lose weight, you'd probably have to ask for Drayton's help more because he's a bit more competent in that department lol

• If you are very muscly, he would probably feel a bit intimidated. But considering his own past, he knows not to judge a book by its cover. As long as you don't use your strength to intimidate and belittle him, he's totally fine.

• His brothers are always teasing him, and they sometimes turn to you to annoy you as well. If you ever joined in on the teasing, Bubba would probably feel a bit hurt. He wouldn't necessarily know how to explain that to you, but his change in demeanour would probably be a signal that his feelings were hurt.

• He loves watching you do your makeup or skin care or do up your hair. He'll sit with you for hours and just watch you do your thing. Don't even get me started if you offer to do his makeup. He will fall in love with you all over again <3

• He snores loud asf at night, I hope you can get used to that 😓

• You know how he changes his mask depending on the occasion? I would like to think he does your makeup for different occasions too. Like he’ll go and change his mask, then sit you down and quickly splatter on some blush and whatever lipstick you want, and go back to the job at hand. You can decided if you keep it on (he’ll probs feel sad if you decided to wipe it off) but he just loves to feel accomplished and complete with a new look for every waking moment.

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I know it’s really short, sorry 😅

Masterlist

[one-annon]

hi I'm annon!!

I started tumblr as a artist but I guess I'm moving onto my writing too - I ask you to please be patient because I'm new to writing x readers n such but I will try my best!!

it's been quite a while since I wrote but I can do like 1k to 2k? longer than that might be a little hard for me (｀□´) my current hyperfixation; saw series!

next movie on my list; silence of the lambs!

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sawyer family (including the game characters!) - texas chainsaw massacre

hewitt family - texas chainsaw masscre remake

jason voorhees - friday the 13th series

michael myers (og and rz) - halloween series

laurie strode/angel myers (og and rz) - halloween series

billy lenz - black christmas 1974 (i will do 2006 version but mostly the 1974 version)

brahms heelshire - the boy

carrie white (and friends) - carrie (og and remakes)

scream team (billy, stu, randy, etc) - scream series (ive only seen 1 and 2 but im making my way through)

harry warden - my bloody valentine (og and remake)

sinclair brothers - house of wax

firefly family - house of 1000 corpses trilogy

dbd characters - dead by daylight

saw characters - any movie! this includes the scott tibbs documentary and saw .5!

herbert west and dan cain - reanimator

patrick bateman - american psycho

edgar, miles, and madeline - electric dreams

hal 9000, frank poole, and dave bowman - 2001: a space odyssey

anyone else you can think of! I'll try my best to learn the character :) these are just everyone I can think of at the moment! I'll do killers and survivors but I know people are more obsessive over the killers lmao

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anything really..I don't have too many boundaries. I can do anything from hcs, scenarios (i.e. how would ____ react to ____?), smut, fluff, angst...the whole works

and even if you're willing to rant to me about your ocs I could whip up a oc x canon story! :)

also, depending on the media, im open to non horror writes!

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really not a lot to add here? maybe like...toilet related stuff for nsfw..

just the usuals - no incest (MAYBE for the sawyers since they are canonically inbred but its very situational), p3dophilia, b3astiality, etc etc

MASTERLIST!

GENERAL TAGS; #MANN GEGEN MANN! ➸ OOC/ANNON (also used for my rp blogs!) ↪ mann gegen mann - rammstein

#AND I KNOW WHY YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY MOTH MAN ➸ annons moths ↪ moth man - dirty bynum

#SEARCHIN! SEEK AND DESTROY! ➸ annons art ↪ seek & destroy - metallica

#my face is long forgotten my face is not my own ➸ ask games (again, also in my rp blogs!) ↪ am i evil? - diamond head

FANDOM TAGS;

#game over! ➸ saw writes ↪ jigsaw, apprentices

#its a scream baby! ➸ scream writes ↪ stu macher

#you fudgepackers'll be the death of me yet! ➸ TCM writes ↪ drayton sawyer

#hey paul! ➸ american psycho writes ↪ patrick bateman

#hes dead?/not anymore... ➸ reanimator writes ↪ dan cain/herbert west

#love is give not take so im giving you madeline and taking myself away ➸ electric dreams writes ↪ edgar

#im afraid i cant do that dave ➸ space odyssey writes ↪ hal 9000

WRITING TAGS;

#HEY HEY HEY HEY! HEY STOOPID! ➸ annon writes ↪ hey stoopid! - alice cooper

#I WASNT EVEN A BILL I WAS JUST AN IDEA ➸ annons hcs ↪ im just a bill - school house rock (cover by deluxx folk implosion) #keeping our eyes close to whats going on on the screen ➸ angst writes ↪ slumber - sløtface

#ive got to have faith faith faith ➸ hurt with comfort writes ↪ faith - george michael (and cover by limp bizkit)

#quit actin like a bitch and makin up excuses ➸ hurt with no comfort ↪ i wish i was a riot grrrl - destructo disk

#call me on the line call me anytime ➸ fluff writes ↪ call me - blondie

#rein raus rein raus ➸ smut writes ↪ rein raus - rammstein

#so much for the golden future i cant even start ➸ annons drabbles ↪ breaking the law - judas priest

yeah! thats kinda it! I'll try to reply and write out requests as fast as I can

credit to; @strangergraphics for the awesome dividers!

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Accidental Prey(i)

A/N: New obsession coming through woo woooooooo. Hopefully I have it in me to finish this.

Tw: talks of sex, taking of virginity, no smut but does talk about sex in small details, talks of murder and cannibalism, drunk one night stand, cursing. Mentions of blood and gore, some sexism/misogynist views, pregnancy, racism, slut shaming

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter/Sawyer x OC

Genre: strangers to lovers, Stockholm Syndrome, angst, romance(?), drama

Wc: 5.2k

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At the feeling of something popping, Johnny already knew that he was in deep shit. The girl below him was drunker than he was by a long way. And though he also had way too much to drink he could already tell by his reaction that he was going to remember this entire situation in the morning.

It wasn't unusual for him to sleep around, it wasn't unusual for him to sleep with potential victims. But something about this girl made him feel different. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the way she smiled and smelled and let him bite her. He wasn't sure. He just knew something about her was off, because it damn sure cannot be him.

Looking down he stares at where their bodies meet, blood was beginning to pool under her ass and onto the sheets below them. God, he was going to have to pay for this, huh? Looking back up at her face, the tears had stopped and so had her whining, now she was just clinging onto him, her lips brushing over his arms that were caging her in. Did she even realize what was happening? Did she realize that she had let a random man she had just met take her virginity? She slurred something against his arm, her eyes unfocused. Maybe he should quit before it goes too far…

"Have you done this before?" Maybe she just hadn't slept around in a while…maybe she just hasn't done it a lot and her body wasn't used to it.

She furrowed her eyebrows before shaking her head, murmuring out an answer. Johnny blinks twice, feeling as if he was now somehow responsible for her wellbeing, as if because he is the first man to defile her he has to take care of her and that's too much for him to process. He tries to reason with himself quickly, almost gaslighting himself into believing that it doesn't count because they haven't really done anything. He hasn't moved, hasn't done anything except push inside her one time. That isn't sex at all. None of this counts.

Before he can pull himself out of her, she whines and wraps her legs around him, frowning as she slowly turns her head to try and make eye contact with him. "What're you doin?"

"Baby, I don't think this is a good idea…" Johnny was never one to put someone else's needs before his own, but this seemed like the perfect opportunity to do so. By stopping here nothing is different, she can still be considered a virgin, and he doesn't have to worry about some random chick he found in a bar.

"Why not? I thought we was makin' love?" She pouts as she slurs her words out. Locking her legs around him tighter, forcing him in deeper. It only served to make her whine out in pain and he has to focus on not being selfish and moving inside of her.

He wants to laugh at the thought of 'making love'; it isn't a thing he does. He doesn't know how to love, his family doesn't know how to properly love. This whole situation is fucked and he wants to rip her to shreds for somehow triggering a response in him that he didn't know was possible. He didn't love her, not at all, but he also didn't want to kill her. He could already see Drayton losing his shit if he ever found out about him going out and having one night stands that he doesn't bring home to eat. The old man claims to not enjoy killing but sure does get mad when loose ends are tied up.

"You sure?" He asks, grabbing her by the chin and roughly making it so that she had to look him in the eyes. She hums in response, giving him a small smile before closing her eyes. She was mumbling again, and he only could catch that she thought he was nice before she started talking about something else. He breathes in deeply before deciding that he could just finish and wait until she's asleep before leaving and never seeing her again. He hopes that she forgets anything that happened, not wanting her to remember him.

If she remembers then she might come looking for him, and if she comes looking for him then the family will know what he's done, what he's been doing. And they'll kill her, or make him kill her. He doesn't know which is worse, but he knows that he doesn't want to kill her, that he doesn't think she should die. He tries to figure out what it is about her again, coming to the conclusion that she just doesn't set off any of his killer instincts, that she doesn't set off that thing in him that needs to kill.

It's as if he's a wolf thinking he's hunting a bunny but instead what he finds is a tiny little mouse that wouldn't be fulfilling to eat. A little mouse that doesn't make the chase fun, that doesn't make him want to attack her at all. He just feels bad for her and how small and helpless she is. Killing her would be no fun, he decides quickly finishing partially inside her before pulling out, too lost in his thoughts to properly be worried. Her face is screwed up and he wonders if she finished, asking her as much.

By the look on her face he can tell that she hadn't, too wrapped up in his thoughts to even recall how having sex with her felt. So, deciding to be nice he helps her out. Touching her in that special place until her broken wails come out silently and her back arches off the cheap motel bed. He silently hopes this makes up for him being a shitty person to have your first time with. "Did that feel good?" He asks and she nods her head, a sleepy grin on her face as she stretches and begins to fall asleep.

He sighs, wiping her off with his shirt. After making sure she was lying on her side he slips out of the motel room, throwing his shirt away before getting into his truck, driving home and away from the girl before any real consequences could be had.

When Fawn woke up in a pool of dried blood she was confused, obviously. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar, tossing back a shot that the bartender had even questioned if she could handle it. Seeing where she had woken up, it was apparent that she could not. Sucking in a breath she moves her hair from in front of her face, the curly mess tangled around her fingers. For a split second she wondered if she looked as bad as she thought she did. That thought was quickly overtaken by the feeling of stabbing pain shooting up her legs and crotch. As if she had been electrocuted for moving.

She wailed out in pain, writhing on the bed, eyes squeezed shut as she tried to remember what happened to her. She didn't even realize she had left the bar. From the pain and the blood, she already had some semblance of what had occured, and though there was already regret pooling at the bottom of her belly she also felt upset that the guy didn't even stick around, he just left after…doing what he did.

Crying she waited until the pain got bearable enough that she could move. How was she going to get back home? Her car was still at the bar. Did she even have her keys? Looking around she spotted her purse sitting on a table next to the door. At least he was nice enough to leave her things.

Moving around slowly, she wondered if she would be able to get a cab or something, at least to take her back to the bar. She cringed as she looked back towards the bed, blood was everywhere and she knew that leaving it there was rude, but talking to the motel workers would probably get her in trouble. Silently she began to bundle the blanket and sheets up, hoping that the mattress below was untouched, just so the repercussions wouldn't be as bad. She cursed the man aloud for leaving her to deal with this alone.

The sun was extremely bright when Fawn finally walks out of the room, and it makes her nauseous to the point where she has to run over to the grass, ignoring the burning pain in her legs in order to throw up somewhere it doesn't need to be cleaned or seen. Turning around, she frowns at how the motel looks, dingy and dusty, people sitting around looking out of it. At least she has nothing to be embarrassed about seeing as no one cares what she's doing.

The nearest payphone was thankfully just down the street, she could see it in the distance if she squinted. The blazing Texas sun burned the skin on her shoulders, her complexion not helping her despite the common belief that it would, she still burned easily and that fact made her situation even worse. Her legs were sore, and now burned awfully from the walk taking much longer than it needed to be, and by the time she got to the payphone she was out of breath and sweaty. Fawn was beginning to regret going out.

Panting, she tries to lean against the payphone, but she only proceeds to get burned as the metal had been cooking all day. Frowning, she wonders how she's going to call anyone for help when holding onto the stupid phone for more than a second would burn her hand so badly she would have to go to the hospital. It took a minute before she decided to lift her shirt, looking around to make sure no one would see her, and use it to hold the phone. Paying the 50 cents she calls a taxi to come pick her up.

The second Fawn was in front of her own house, she felt the urge to leave again. Her parents were sure to be awake and moving around seeing as it's the middle of the day, and her little act of defiance was sure to be punished, even if she is a grown adult. She tapped her fingers on the steering wheel, thinking of a plan to minimize the damage. She was unsure of how she was going to lie to and convince her parents that she hadn't gotten up to trouble at all, and while she had no real idea of what happened she could figure out enough of everything to know that they were going to be livid. Before she could come up with anything solid, the front door opened, the screen door slamming against it from how hard the person had forced it open.

Fawn's mother is a large lady. Tall, strong, and mean faced with a head of dark curly hair. Seeing the woman storming towards you is enough for anyone, man or woman, to go running in fear at what was to come as a consequence of her anger. Terrified, Fawn scrambles out of the car, hoping that this small act of compliance would placate her mother enough that she wouldn't get into too much trouble. "Momma-"

"Where were you?"

Flinching, Fawn attempted to make herself seem smaller. She wanted to answer, but answering would only make things worse for her so she keeps her mouth shut as her mother grabs her by the arm and drags her inside. Her father sat in his recliner, staring at her with wide eyes. And though she was terrified at the thought of a punishment, she could see from how her father's shoulders drooped that they had been afraid. With guilt flooding in her stomach she allowed her mother to pull her into a hug, the large woman shuddering and gripping onto Fawn's shoulders so tight she was sure they would be bruised in the morning.

As soon as her mother let go, she turned and walked towards her father, he stood slowly as she approached. Like her mother, her father was large, muscular and mean looking, the only difference between them was the colors of their skin. If her mother terrified people, her father made them believe that what had happened in the bible surely had happened again to produce such a large man. To have such a tiny child was almost comical, it was how they named her because something like 'mouse' would get her made fun of.

Fawn could feel her lower lip tremble as she fell into her fathers arms, letting him hug her just as tight as her mother did. Being the only child of two people who were as full of worry as her parents made everything much more…scary. More final, as if every choice that you make is taking you towards an untimely demise and even a day apart is too long when you could keel over dead at any moment.

Her dad held onto her for a longer time, she could hear his soft sniffles and assumed that he was crying and was holding onto her until he had stopped. Letting him have her moment, Fawn keeps her mouth shut about how her night went, forcing herself to come up with a story just in case they pressed her on it. She hoped to God that none of this would come to bite her in the butt.

The cool metal of the exam table makes the back of her thighs numb, her decision to wear shorts proving to be the dumbest thing she has ever done…or second dumbest thing. Her mother sat in the small chair, next to the exam table, clutching her purse and bouncing her leg. Did she think something bad was going to happen? Did she think Fawn was on the brink of death? Asking would just make her irritable, she was already mad they had to come to the doctors to begin with. Her mother hated the place with a passion, but never told Fawn why, maybe she was just anxious…either way she wasn't in the mood for questions.

The symptoms she had weren't strange in any way…Fawn thought she probably just had a stomach flu or something. Constant nausea, headaches, and a stuffy nose. Her mother thought differently though, ever since the day Fawn had stayed out all night her mother acted differently. As if she were suspicious of something. Thankfully Fawn hadn't missed a period, though it was lighter than usual and only lasted a couple days. She had thought this meant she was home free, that she had gotten away with whatever she did that led up to and included her virginity being taken by a stranger. But still, her mother insisted the doctor's office was the way to go.

The man entered the room, clipboard in hand and glaring at Fawn as if she had committed the ultimate sin. Taken aback she avoided eye contact with him, instead staring down at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. Why was he so mad? "Are you sexually active?" He asks in a monotone voice.

Fawn freezes, her kicking feet now hanging in the air, still as if something was holding them in place. She shakes her head. "No." She whispers out.

He sucks in a breath, moving around the room towards his stool. "Well, we tested for illnesses, and pregnancy."

"And?" Her mother asked. 'Please be the stomach flu. It has to be the stomach flu' she prays.

"She's pregnant."

Fawn's mother almost collapses out of the small chair she was sitting on, her body sliding down it as she wails into her hands. Fawn looks up at the doctor, her eyes wide in horror and confusion. She wanted to ask how'd this happen, she was so confused. One night couldn't have done this. She felt as if she were being punished by God for acting out. She sniffles and frowns, but gets no sympathy from the man in front of her. He only looks at her as if he’s disgusted. When he speaks again, she can’t hear him, too busy trying to calm her racing mind. By the time she stops disassociating, the doctor's appointment is over and she’s in the car with her yelling mother. “-you’re never leaving the house again! How did this even happen? Did you go out purely to be a little harlot?"

"Momma I-"

The woman was seething, her lips set in a line as she focused on the road. Fawn knew her mother was waiting on her to say something, but at the same time she knew saying anything, especially excuses, would just set her off more. She couldn't help but begin to cry, her life as she knew it was over. She messed up, she knew that, but being pregnant and unmarried was punishment enough, but seeing how angry her mother looked she knew that she was going to be punished more.

Her parents were never really abusive, never whooping or beating her, sometimes they yelled but it was usually her mother and it wasn't often. Then again she never really got into trouble, and if she did it was never anything like this. Her parents raised her in a straight line, hoping that with each passing generation their family could become something important in the world. Something more than their race and appearance and it started with her grandparents. She couldn't imagine what her grandmother would think now, and she was grateful that she lived far away enough that she wouldn't hear if the gossip ever left that hospital or their home.

Fawn shrinks into herself, her cries growing louder as her mother parks the car in the driveway to the house, a sigh leaving her lips, her chest falling quickly. She didn't want to go inside and face her father, she didn't want to see his disappointed face or hear his words as he scolded her. "God damn it. Fawn Grace! What the hell did you go out and do?"

Fawn looked up at her mother with a pitiful look, her hands were balling up her skirt. "I don't remember momma! I swear! I woke up in-in a motel room-!"

"A motel room?" Fawn's mothers voice rose an octave, higher than she had ever heard it before. Her mother slammed her hands onto the steering wheel, looking down and saying something under her breath while Fawn looked at her in fear. Shaking her head the woman kept her eyes closed while she spoke before getting out of the car, not even waiting for Fawn as she started towards the front door. Following behind Fawn says a quick prayer to herself, hoping God would forgive her sins and give her a break when it comes to her father's reaction.

Slowly removing herself from the car, she drags her feet as she approaches the door, already hearing her mother venting to her father. Heart pounding she enters the home, shutting the door softly as to not really call attention to herself as her parents speak to each other. Wincing, she tries to sneak past them, wanting to flee to her room and avoid whatever punishment they were going to give her. But no, God was not being so kind today, and her mother shouted her name forcing her to stop in her steps. “Yes ma’am?”

“Don’t you dare go upstairs, get over here now!”

Frowning, she hurries over to the couch, across from her parents who were standing, angry, in the middle of the living room. Her ears rang loudly as she tried to figure out if they were going to yell or not, both of them were silent. Swallowing down vomit, she picked at the hem of her shirt, avoiding looking at her parents in fear of seeing their disappointed faces. Her mother is the one to speak first, beginning with a sigh. “Fawn…we want an explanation. Now."

"Well...I told you in the car momma. I don't remember anything. I just woke up in a motel room by myself."

"How did you get there?" Her mothers voice shakes in an emotion Fawn couldn't place.

"I don't know!" She shakes her head frantically, eyes wide, "I swear it. I was at a bar, and somehow ended up there!"

"A BAR?" Her father spoke now, well more like shouted, obviously surprised.

She scrunched her nose as her father collapsed in his lounge chair. Her mother began pacing as Fawn tried to come up with whatever words she had to say next. She couldn't recount much, and she couldn't tell if that was going to anger then less or more. "Well, okay. I went there to be a brat! I admit that! But I promise I didn't go out to sleep with anyone! I don't even remember doing that! Last thing I remember is the bartender telling me that I shouldn't have one more drink, and because I was already mad I decided to drink one more, then I woke up in a bloody motel bed with a headache and sore legs and I regretted it as soon as I woke up!"

She had never been good at keeping secrets.

Her mother was hyperventilating and her father looked as if he was on the verge of passing out. She herself was about 2 seconds away from throwing up after word vomiting and exposing everything that she had gone through and thought of. Tears flowed down her face, warming her cold skin. Nothing was said for a while, the air tense and thick. Maybe nothing else would be said. Her words had done a good job of sucking all the air out of the room, her parents were obviously unhappy, angry at her actions. She could barely remember what all was said that made her storm out and go places that she had never been before. She ruined the legacy her grandmother wanted to create in one night, she was the first unremovable stain in their family history in recent years even though they wanted things to be different. She set them back single handedly, and had the audacity to sit and cry as if she had done nothing wrong.

"Momma?"

Her mother was crying, sitting as far away from her on the couch, hands over her face and praying aloud to God as if he could change everything that happened. Her father started bargaining, his words carrying over to her ears. It was like he wanted to accept that this was their family's fate, and that there was nothing he could do.

"It's not the old times anymore, these kids sleep around all the time. They're not like us, not like the 40's where everyone valued marriage and saving oneself. She can still be something, make something of herself even if it isn't a good wife…"

Her heart clenched as she turned to stare at her mother who was now rocking back at forth, but her words weren't as nice, if her father's words could even be counted as such.

"Can't believe…the child I raised! A loose legged hussy. Father God tell me it isn't true, tell me that my baby girl didn't give herself to some…BUM. That man could only be the devil if he took advantage of my sweet girl. She can't be a slut, a common whore! Not my baby…"

She wondered when they were going to stop crying, but at the same time she wondered when she herself would stop. She knew in her mind that this was a permanent thing, even without the baby, her parents were never going to loom at her the same. And she wasn't sure if her current relationships with them would survive this bump in the road.

With red eyes and a damp face, Fawn's mother turns to stare at her not quite with a glare, but with a look that showed that she was still angry, still grieving. "You ain't leaving this house," she takes in a shuddering breath, "ever again. You are going to stay here and hope and pray that whenever we let you out for errands that some man takes pity on you and thinks you're pretty enough that he doesn't care about the fact that you already gave yourself away or the fact that you have a child, and marries you."

Sucking in a breath, Fawn nods in understanding, this punishment being the only one she's going to get wasn't so bad. "I'm sorry momma…"

Her father does nothing but slide down in his chair, hands over his face. He had given up on praying aloud, given up on trying to bargain and hoping the circumstances were different. Shaking her head her mother scoots closer and wraps her in a hug, pulling her close against her chest her sobs starting back up. Not knowing what the future will bring, Fawn hugs her back.

Pregnancy was nothing like she expected it to be, and while she was excited to not get her period for a while, the cramping and bloating and cravings were unexpected. She hadn't known anyone else who was pregnant and didn't know what to expect especially because her parents refused to speak about it. It was as if it was a later problem, and she was being punished by not being prepared for it.

Now, standing in the middle of the grocery store, Fawn rubbed her still flat stomach staring at the boxed brownies as if she could teleport them into her stomach without having to make or buy it. She had a budget, a list of things her parents sent her to buy, and now having less allowance money she didn't know if she should buy what she was craving or save the money for what she needed and wanted later on. Her parents didn't say anything about her getting a job, but she thought that maybe she should…just in case.

Brownies and ice cream, not an unusual craving, but one that was so overwhelming she throws two boxes into her cart before looking towards the pies. Thinking about a pie made only of the crust, she licks her lips and moves towards it only to be stopped by a white, pale hand, also grabbing the box she was going for. "'Scuse me," she retracts her hand quickly just as the woman does.

The woman smiles brightly, grabbing at the box again with one hand while swatting at Fawn gently. "Don't worry about it, sugar! Looks like both of us are cravin' somethin' sweet tonight!" The gap between her teeth gives her more of a youthful look, confusing Fawn as to how old the woman really was. She looked young, but calling someone sugar was something her parents would do. Maybe she was in between?

"Yeah…though I think what I have is enough. Don't want to overdo it." Fawn laughs awkwardly, not quite used to being pregnant and socializing. Though there was not conceivable difference, she still felt as if she had to behave in a certain way, she was pregnant pretending not to be pregnant in front of a stranger that probably doesn't and wouldn't care. A stranger she would most likely never see again.

"So you do! Those brownies are gonna be so delicious, I'm sure!"

Talking about the brownies made the craving swell, and the words fell out of Fawn's mouth without her thinking, the excitement of eating it taking over. "Hope so! I was plannin' on puttin' some ice cream on em' letting it cool the brownies down while the brownies melt the ice cream!" Fawn lets her accent slip a bit, the perfectly crafted non-Texas more Californian sound her parents wanted her to use. She sounded more like herself now, more countrified like the woman in front of her.

"That sounds good!"

Nodding, Fawn lets the conversation die so she can hurry and finish shopping, wanting to quickly get home before her parents get worried and ban her from even shopping, and to make and eat the brownie before the craving is too dull to satisfy. The woman doesn't let her walk away though, grabbing her by the hand and spinning her to face her again, looking down at her body.

"My! Your dress is awfully pretty, where'd you get it?"

Surprised, Fawn looks down at her own dress. It wasn't that pretty, it was more on the plain side, but maybe the woman genuinely liked it. "Made it myself…" she replied. She wanted to go on, gush about how difficult it was to make even though it's nothing special and as plain as can be, but the ice cream aisle was calling her name.

"Did you? Oh, I love to sew! I made this dress I'm wearin'. Grandpa said I looked pretty! My brothers are pretty mean, though, but I guess that's just how brothers are…"

The woman continued to speak, not letting her get a word out to excuse herself from the conversation. Talking about her brothers and some boyfriend or something and how much she missed him. The woman talked so long that Fawn now had to pee, and still she wasn't stopping.

"Sissy? Where in the hell did you-"

Fawn turns her head towards the voice, taken aback at the sight in front of her. The man is attractive, more attractive than any man she had seen anytime recently. These types of looks were rare in the middle of nowhere Texas, and while people were attractive, he was just…different. Maybe it was the way he held himself. Maybe she had finally found a guy that was her type.

The man, on the other hand, looked like he had seen a ghost. His eyes were locked onto Fawn, and she could feel her body heating up from how strongly he was staring at her. Shiftly awkwardly, she looked back towards the woman who had stopped talking, she was now smiling brightly at the man who was still frozen at the end of the aisle. "Johnny!" The woman turns towards Fawn, grasping her arm. "This is one of my brothers!"

"Yeah…I guessed so."

The man approached slowly, eyes still on Fawn, she could feel it. "Sissy, I've been waiting outside for 30 minutes. You're supposed to buy the groceries to come out. They're gonna be pissed off that we took too long." When she looked back at him he was glaring at the blonde next to her.

The way he glared made her heart drop, and she was glad that she wasn't the target of his…annoyance. Blinking, she laughed awkwardly, backing away from the two, immediately taking the chance to run off and finish her shopping. She couldn't wait another 30 minutes before finishing and peeing, so she rushes to get everything done, not forgetting the ice cream.

The second she got home, and got comfortable, her mind wandered to the strange siblings she met. They both seemed strange, in different ways but still strange. Still, she hoped to see at least the man again. Maybe he could be the man that takes pity on her, and doesn't care about the fact that she has a kid on the way.

Or maybe she's delusional, and lusting after the first man she sees.

[knoepfl]

A Taste of Family

Characters: - Drayton Sawyer - Bubba Sawyer (Leatherface)  - Nubbins Sawyer - Reader (You)

Trigger Warnings: - Dark and unsettling themes, including implied violence and gore.  - Dysfunctional family dynamics with verbal abuse.  - Depictions of a macabre setting and morally questionable behavior. 

Masterlist

Words: 774

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The Sawyer house was alive with noise. The whine of Bubba’s chainsaw hummed from outside, blending with Nubbins’ erratic cackling as he stumbled into the kitchen, waving his camera around. You stood near the table, watching as Drayton barked orders like a drill sergeant. 

“Bubba, shut that damned thing off before I take it and shove it where the sun don’t shine!” Drayton yelled toward the door, his voice cutting through the chaos. 

The chainsaw sputtered, then died down, and moments later, Bubba shuffled in, his hulking form filling the doorway. His head hung low like a chastised child, and he fiddled nervously with his apron. 

“Don’t give me that look,” Drayton snapped, slapping a dish towel against the counter. “You keep trackin’ blood through my kitchen, and I’m gonna make you clean it up with your tongue!” 

Bubba whimpered softly, and you felt a pang of sympathy for him, but Drayton wasn’t done. He turned to Nubbins, who was now poking at the meat on the counter with a filthy finger. 

“And you!” Drayton stormed over, snatching the camera from Nubbins’ hand. “What did I tell you about takin’ pictures of everything? You’re gonna ruin the meat, you idiot!” 

Nubbins shrieked with laughter, snatching his camera back. “It’s art, Drayton! People gotta see the *beauty* of our work!” 

“The only thing they’re gonna see is your brains splattered across the wall if you don’t shut your mouth and sit down!” 

Despite his sharp words, you could see the control Drayton held over them, his presence keeping the chaotic family in check. He turned to you, his expression softening slightly, though his tone remained gruff. 

“C’mon, darlin’. Let’s show these idiots how a real meal’s made.” 

Together, you worked on the barbecue, Drayton guiding you through his process with an intensity that bordered on obsession. He muttered to himself as he seasoned the meat, his hands moving with expert precision. 

“You see this?” he said, holding up a slab of meat. “This ain’t just food. This is legacy. You screw this up, you screw up the whole family.” 

“I won’t screw it up,” you promised, and he grunted in approval, handing you the cleaver. 

As you worked, Bubba hovered nearby, watching with curious, childlike eyes. Nubbins leaned over your shoulder, his erratic laughter grating on your nerves. 

“You’re really lettin’ her touch the secret recipe, huh, Drayton?” Nubbins teased. “What if she messes it up?” 

Drayton shot him a withering glare. “She’s got more sense in her little finger than you got in that thick skull of yours. Now sit down and shut up!” 

Dinner was a chaotic affair, the table crowded with mismatched dishes and heaping plates of food. Drayton sat at the head, his brothers flanking either side, while you took a seat beside him. The meal you’d worked on together sat proudly in the center, its smoky aroma filling the room. 

“Now this,” Drayton declared, carving into the meat with practiced ease, “is what real food looks like. Not that garbage you get at the store.” 

Bubba reached for a piece, but Drayton slapped his hand away with a scowl. “Wait your turn, you big dummy! You eat like a dog, and you’re gonna choke like one too!” 

Bubba whimpered, shrinking back into his seat, while Nubbins burst into laughter, nearly choking on his food. 

“Look at him!” Nubbins wheezed. “He’s gonna cry!” 

“Shut your damn mouth, Nubbins,” Drayton snapped. “You ain’t any better, with your filthy hands all over the food. You got no respect for nothin’!” 

You watched the chaos unfold, unsure whether to laugh or feel horrified. The bickering was relentless, but underneath it all, there was a twisted sense of camaraderie. 

As the meal went on, Drayton finally turned his attention to you. “Well, what do you think, darlin’? Think you can handle more meals like this?” 

You glanced around the table. Bubba was quietly gnawing on a bone, his eyes darting nervously between his brothers. Nubbins was snapping photos of his plate, cackling about how he was going to immortalize the moment. 

“I think I can handle it,” you said with a small smile. 

Drayton’s grin was sharp and proud. “Good. Took me years to whip these two into shape. Maybe with you around, we can finally run this place right.” 

The rest of the evening passed in a haze of smoke and laughter, the chaos of the Sawyer family swirling around you like a storm. It was messy, brutal, and unnerving, but as Drayton placed a protective hand on your shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel like you’d found your place in their twisted world. 

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Author's Note: Thank you for reading! This story is a dark exploration of the chaotic and unsettling world of the Sawyer family, blending moments of twisted love and humor with the grim reality of their “business.” If you enjoyed this fanfiction or have suggestions for expanding it, feel free to share your thoughts! Feedback is always appreciated. Stay spooky! 

[bellathechildbitch]

👾Masterlist👾

My Hero Academia:

💪Yagi Toshinori💪:

Spending Quarantine with him

Asking him out on a date

Toshinori x daughter reader

Toshinori as your father

💤Aizawa💤:

Husband Material

Spending Quarantine with him

Him having a child with autism

Him having a child that has his lazy personality

Aizawa being your father would include

💥Hizashi💥

Spending Quarantine with him

Him as your father would include

⛓️Midnight⛓️

Her as your mother would include

Midnight with a short s/o

Other Characters:

Mt Lady with a short s/o

Black Butler

🐈‍⬛Sebastian🐈‍⬛

Quarantine with Sebastian

Modern Sebastian

Having a crush on him would include

Having an s/o that loves musicals

Having an s/o die during birth

Having an s/o who likes rock/heavy metal

Cuddling with Sebastian would include

💋Grell💋

Crushing on Grell

Having an s/o who likes musicals

Grell doing her s/o's nails

Movie Date with Grell

Grell dating a trainee reaper

🪦Undertaker🪦

Having an s/o how likes musicals

Ouran High School Host Club

🪞Tamaki🪞

Tamaki having a sister who is dating Kyoya would include

Being Tamaki's sister would include

Being in a poly relationship with him and Kyoya

👓Kyoya👓

Him dating a commoner

First Kiss

Being in a poly relationship with him and Tamaki

Cuddling with him

Other Stories:

Being best friends with the twins

Kakegurui

❤️Yumeko❤️

Yumeko Hcs

💛Mary💛

Mary Hcs

💙Kiriari💙

Kiriari Hcs

🖤Midari🖤

Midari Hcs

Encanto

🪄Madrigals🪄

Madrigals x Reader

💛💛Dolores💛💛

Dolores x Reader

☀️Peppa☀️

Married life with Peppa

Peppa with an s/o that comes back from the army

Peppa x Wife reader

Jealous! Peppa x reader

Peppa x Reader having fun with their kids

Peppa x Wife! Reader, reader gets injured during casita falling apart

Jealous! Peppa x Reader

More Peppa Hcs

Peppa Hcs

💐Isabella💐

Isabella x Reader

The Outsiders

Dating Ponyboy Curtis

Cuddling with Johnny

Ponyboy having a crush Hcs

Being the Curtis's little sister would include

Arguing with Darry hcs

Cuddling with Soda

The boys reacting to when their s/o gets bullied

🔪Slashers🔪

Slashers Nightly Routine

Slashers with a Taxidermist s/o

▪️Michael Myers▪️

Michael with a small s/o

🖤Billy and Stu🖤

Billy x Stu

Billy x Reader x Stu

Billy and Stu in Quarantine

Billy x Reader x Stu, the reader collects Halloween masks

Billy x Reader x Stu, Color soulmate AU

🤠Sawyer Brothers🤠

The brothers if they had a sister

If you ignored them

Cuddling with them

What do the brothers think of what they do

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba with a s/o who speaks french

🪩Choptop Sawyer🪩

Choptop and Nubbins fighting over you

Chop top with a s/o who speaks french

Chop Top with a plus size reader

Chop top as a father

📸Nubbins Sawyer📸

Nubbins with a plus size reader

Nubbins as a father

🧹Drayton Sawyer🧹

Child's Play

🤬Chucky/Charles🤬

Dating him in his human form

💌Tiffany Valentine 💌

Short Story Tiffany x Reader

☠️The Walking Dead ☠️

Negan Imagine (Being Negans Daughter)

🗡️Adventure Time🗡️

Dating Marceline Hcs

PB x Friend Imagine

🐢TMNT🐢

Mikey With An Autistic Child

💜BTS💜

Spending Quarantine With Namjoon

Spending Quarantine With the Hyung Line

🏐Haikyuu🏐

Spending Quarantine with the First Years would Include

That is all I got for now! If I am missing anything let me know!! But for now I will be working on a few things I have been behind in. But I will be opening up requests again!

[soapyghostie]

Welcome Ghosties! 👻

My name is Sophia Lynn, but you may call me Sophi! ❤ I’m a horror writer who writes for Slashers and Dead by Daylight Below you’ll find all the information necessary if you’re looking to request or read any of my works. Stay safe and take care of yourself!

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[frenziedslashers]

How about 31 and Jed sawyer (2017) for the prompt thing? Maybe it’s his first night back with the sawyers after he gets shot and everything? (If this is too specific feel free to scrap it)

I love your writing and I hope you’re doing well <3

Look At Me;;

A/N: So sorry for taking so long on this! I wanted to write a little more than just a Drabble for Jed since I never get to write for him! I love him so much. All versions of Leatherface I am in love with, I swear LMAO Also super glad that you sent this in since I miss writing for the slasher fandom. I'm just super picky with the characters that I wanna write for at certain times if that makes sense? Idk, but thank you bestie 🫶

Pairing: Jedediah Sawer (2017) x Reader

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Gore, Blood, Severe Injury, Trauma, Let me know if I need to add anything else!

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Blood.

There was so much of it. Dripping from the side of his face. Pooling in his mouth and exiting through the side of his face. He was almost unrecognizable - hell, if it weren't for Mama saying his name you would have never known it was him. Even without the giant wound on the side of his face. You hadn't seen him since he was ripped from his family. Your family.

You weren't blood-related, but the Sawyers took you in since you were Jed's best friend. The two of you practically did everything together when you were little. A part of Mama hoped that if Jed were to come back. Maybe you would help spark his memory of his family.

Your family was never the best. Your Ma had left you and your Pa when you were little. Your Pa was a drunken fool, drinking himself to death by the time you were 17. The Sawyers were all you had.

The screaming made you flinch as you tended to Jed's wounds. Sure, you were half used to it by now. This wasn't exactly your first rodeo, but you couldn't help but feel so on edge with the state your best friend was in. Plus, the factor is that he might not even remember you. What if he thought you replaced him? What if he hated you for some reason? What if things weren't the same as they were twenty-some years ago?

He stared at you with such a piercing gaze. It made your stomach lurch. Earlier food threatened to come back up with how nervous you felt. "Am I hurtin' you?" You asked with such a soft and fragile voice. If he wasn't in so much shock with everything going on he might've cried at just the sound of it. He missed you. Not a day went by that he didn't think about you.

He shook his head 'no,' while keeping his eyes locked on yours. He stared at you with such a mix of awe and shock. You weren't real, were you? This was just another hallucination of his. Like the many, he had daydreamed in his cell or the lunch hall back at the hospital.

You flinched once more at another loud shout from Drayton and this time Jed reacted.

The man before you reached up to cup the side of your face. Redirecting your gaze to his own like he did so many times when you were both younger. "All eyes on me, that's it, breathe," he used to tell you. He couldn't talk now, but you knew he was thinking it by the way he was looking at you.

"You remember?" You blurted, biting your lip to hide how it threatened to tremble. A wave of emotion after emotion washing over you. Relief, fear, anger, sadness, it was almost too much for you.

He nodded his head, gurgling something that you couldn't comprehend. Shushing him with a soft smile. "Jed, ya gotta rest your mouth. Don't talk," you told him, even against how much you wanted to hear his voice. You wondered how much had it changed since you last heard it. From the deepness of just him humming and muttering you could tell it changed quite a lot. You supposed your own had, too.

"I missed you," you told him. This time a tear did escape. Something about you admitting that you missed him just broke him. A few more tears rolled down his face while he nodded frantically. His hand ran through your hair while his eyes scanned over every inch of your face. It was almost like he finally realized you were actually here. That you were with him and he actually had you back for once. It was nice not having to pretend that he knew what you looked and sounded like now.

"Jed, honey, yer gift is ready," Mama called, and the both of you departed from one another to meet her in the other room.

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That night was rough for him and you could tell. Pacing, screaming, crying. He couldn't sleep, and you got to hear it all from the confinements of your own room. It wasn't until you heard something clash that you raced out of your room and towards the basement.

"Jed," you called out as you knocked on his door. Shuffling from inside the room came to a halt and you rocked from foot to foot anxiously.

"Jed," you called out again. Your voice was laced with more worry than before. "Jed, answer me, are you okay?" You spoke, and he could hear the worry in your voice. He ran his hands through his hair with guilt and fear.

Why were you still here? Why were you even talking to him? He was hideous. His face wasn't even his own anymore. It was ripped and jagged. It was as broken as he felt. He wished he could tell you to go away, but nothing other than a distressed grunt left his throat. He couldn't move his jaw without a paralyzing pain shooting through his head.

His startled noise made you frown. Waiting for a few seconds before you finally answered again. “You shouldn’t be alone tonight.”

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He'd laugh if he could. He hadn't had anyone care like that for him since - well, he couldn't even remember. Since Mama did when he was little, he supposed.

"Look, I just want you to know I'm here for you," you continued, and he took a step closer to the door. "Jed, I never stopped caring about you." Another step. "Even if it has been over a decade, hell, almost two. I never stopped. None of us did, we love you," you prayed he wasn't at the door as you muttered the final bit. "I'll always love you," he was right at the door, though. Eyes wide and watery at the words that left your mouth.

He'd never felt so loved before. He couldn't remember the last time he felt supported by anyone. The nights in the hospital were so long and grim. Bud was the only comfort that he had, and he was ripped from him just like you and his family were so many years before. Just he couldn't get Bud back like he got you all back.

He wished he was someone different, sometimes. That he was just some guy living in the world. Struggling with bills, and maybe a cat or two. With an overworking job that made him want to fall off the face of the earth. Not the crippling disorders that he suffered from daily.

The 'monsters in my head' as he would tell his nurse.

The door opened and you took a step back. Giving yourself room to look at Jed with more space between the both of you. He didn't lift his head to look at you. His eyes fixated on the ground while you both stood there in silence. That was until you broke it.

You took a step closer. Cautiously toeing the ground and watching how he reacted to you getting closer. If you saw any signs of him growing uncomfortable with your presence, you would step further away. You'd leave if he asked. You'd do anything for the man in front of you. All you wanted was to make him feel at home again. For him to finally feel like he's himself and not someone else. Not Jackson, but Jedediah Sawyer.

"Can I come in?" He didn't answer. He only stepped to the side to allow you into the room with him. Shutting the door once you were inside with him.

Your eyes scanned the basement. The broken mirror that you assumed was the source of the noise that had you running down there in the first place. You instinctively headed for the glass to begin picking up the shards so he wouldn't happen to step on them, but he stopped you.

His hand was on your wrist pulling you back. When you turned your head to look at him you finally saw the mask on his face. It was the woman that he killed earlier that night, and you were unsure what to say at first. He let out a muffled noise. He sounded scared, maybe worried? Was he worried you didn't like it? You had to admit, you wished it was someone else's face, but if that's what he liked. Who were you to judge when you've quite literally eaten people before.

"You look beautiful, don't worry," you told him and he seemed to relax. "Maybe you could do my makeup sometime," you half-joked with a smile, but the spark in his eye made you reconsider the joke as a genuine proposition.

The two of you stood there for a moment longer. Eyes anxiously looking around as if to search for words to say. Or actions to do. It had been so long since the two of you had spoken. What was either of you even to say or do?

"Did you want to try and sleep?" You asked, and he sighed. Turned his head towards the bed, then back to you. Shaking his head with a sluggish 'no.' You frowned at that. You pulled your wrist from him in order to put your hand in his. You kept the grip loose in case he wanted to pull away from the action.

He didn't, though. If anything, he wished he had you holding all of him. To be engulfed by you is all he wanted right now.

"Why don't you want to?" You asked, and he looked down. "Bad dreams?" You asked another question, and he nodded a 'yes' this time. "What if I lay down with you?" He peaked up at this. Curious eyes looked over your face as if to see if you were joking around, but all he saw was genuineness. "You like that idea?" You questioned, and reluctantly, he nodded. It sounded amazing to him. At the moment at least.

Jed allowed you to drag him to bed. He felt like you were both eight again. Hanging out in his room while you both sluggishly moved towards the bed on a hot summer day to lay down and take an afternoon nap. All of Jed's chores were done giving him all the time to sleep in that creaky bed. You'd both start out on your back or sides. Soon a tangle of limbs while you both seeked out comfort in one another's touch. Unless it was a particularly hot day. Then you always seemed to be pushing him away from you since even on the hottest of days he always seeked out your touch.

But now you were both grown. You were older, and so was he. The both of you mature. He felt even more awkward now than he ever did as a kid around you. He almost wished he still had some of his boyish-carefree-attitude left. Now he was scared of you, almost. You were even more attractive than he ever remembered you being. Which was saying a lot, since Jed always assumed you were an angel that graced his farm.

When you crawled into the bed you beckoned him to come lay with you. The man stood beside it for a moment. Fidgeting with his hands before he finally climbed in beside you.

His hands were glued to his side. Lying on his back with his eyes fixated on the ceiling. Dragging over each crease and crevice above you. What did you even feel like anymore? Were you as soft as your face was when he held it earlier? He cringed at the thoughts that coursed his brain. Thankful for his mask that hid the blush that swam over his face.

"Jed, you can touch me, you know?" you told him, and he felt his body curling in on itself. He felt like an armadillo. He wished he was one. Able to roll up and hide away in his shell from the embarrassment that was coursing him. This was a mistake, it had to be.

His chest was beginning to heave as he lay there frozen beside you. He felt trapped like his arms and legs were restrained. It was like being trapped in the chairs at the hospital all over again. Jed thrashing and screaming as they shocked him or injected him with only God knows what.

His body began to tremble, whimpering while tears began forming in his eyes. You felt your heart sinking at his reaction. Maybe you were a little too blunt and bold with your words and actions. You should have just left the room after you figured out he was all right.

You sat up to assess him better. A gentle hand was placed on the side of his face while you scanned his eyes with yours. "Jed, look at me," you called out, and he shot up. His head nearly coming to meet your own. An accident that would have you both crying out in pain.

Your hands left his body. Scooting away from him in case he wanted to leave or kick you out. "I can go," you told him, but he shouted a blubber of gibberish while shaking his head. "All right, I'll stay, just breathe, look at me, please." You told him, noticing how he began taking shallower breaths after you spoke. He sat there staring at his hands for a few minutes before he finally looked at you.

"There's my handsome Jed," you told him. Jed eased up at the praise. Bashful eyes darting to the side before he looked back at you. "No one's going to hurt you again, okay?" he only stared at you. He wanted to nod his head and agree, but he was scared that'd be a lie. "I won't let anyone hurt you again, not while I'm alive." you reached out to brush some of the hair from his forehead with slow and careful movements. Smiling at the way his eyes fluttered shut with just the small bit of touch.

You finally laid back down on the bed, reaching out to the other with a small smile. "Wanna try this again?" You hummed, and he nodded. You weren't going anywhere, and hearing you say he was safe seemed to reassure him more than anything else in the world did.

Jed finally laid down. His head rested on your chest while he listened to the steady rhythm of your heart and breathing. He swallowed thickly before allowing himself to relax. His hands holding you while fidgeting with your shirt or the bare skin that they found. Your arm around his torso and the other with your hand playing in his hair had him melting against you. He felt safe. You made him feel safe.

His eyes fell shut. Falling asleep to the feeling of your fingers running through his hair while massaging his scalp. A motion that had him easing into total bliss. The beat of your heart was a lullaby that shushed him to sleep.

He never wanted to be alone again.

[cemetery-sunset]

🍖How the Sawyer Family Self Destructs

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Trigger warnings: self harm, cutting, eating problems, drugs, drinking, verbal and physical abuse, mentions of murder, canon-typical violence

Word count: 2k

☮️Chop-Top

Chop is a messy one. He mostly ignores his own problems, mental and physical, and makes jokes about all of them, he takes nothing seriously and just decides not to fix any problem he has. He never talks seriously about his time in the army, he only ever drops hints about what happened through jokes. The only thing he will be slightly serious about is the plate in his head. He’s only slightly serious about it when he needs help with something like cleaning it or trying to get a dent out. Even when that’s happening, he’s being stupid and making jests about the situation.

Sometimes he genuinely forgets to eat, he gets too distracted or too focused on some project… and sometimes he just decides not to. The food problems come from his time in the military. He got little food, much less any good food, when he was in Vietnam and it changed his relationship with eating. He usually gets forced to sit down and eat with the family. If he doesn’t eat with the family, he’s not going to eat for one reason or another.

He spends quite a lot of time smoking weed and trying to forget everything. Sometimes when he gets too high, he ends up blacking out and when he comes down, he doesn’t really know what he’s said or done. He thinks that’s funny.

Bobby always has his lighter on him, for smoking and for scratching his plate. Sometimes Chop uses his lighter and burns himself. He likes feeling the heat on his hand and seeing the wounds that he can inflict. He just likes playing with the flames and ends up burning himself, whether by accident or not.

He burns himself more than he cuts himself, but he still loves doing both. Sometimes he will make patterns or designs on his skin, sometimes he just gets too into it and ends up slicing up his whole arm or leg. It starts out just wanting to feel something and then his brain switches into a tunnel vision and he just keeps going, getting too excited about the look and the feeling. It’s usually not deep, they’re just on the surface; just enough to bleed and leave small scars.

📷Nubbins

Nubbins is the most pathetic one in the most dictionary sense. The biggest thing he does is constantly seek out abuse from his family. It’s mostly Drayton that gives it to him, but Nancy and Johnny are not the nicest to him either. Drayton constantly hits him and degrades him and yet Nubbins always comes back for more. There’s no way he can stop, he always ends up seeking out his brother and expecting a different result. He just ends up with more bruises and cuts.

He really neglects any type of self care. He never bathes, he only actually cleans himself when somebody forces him too and even then it’s a huge chore for him so they usually just clean him up themselves. Nubbins is just overall really bad at taking care of himself. Sometimes it’s a simple mistake of forgetting but a lot of times he just doesn’t care enough about himself to take care of his body, much less his brain or heart.

The most obvious one is that he cuts. It’s not crazy and frenzied like how Bobby does it. Nubbins is more for quality over quantity. He does them deep and slow; he makes sure that they hurt and will leave a scar for him to fond over. It doesn’t happen super often, just when he’s specifically feeling a little frantic that day. It’s like the world gets too much and he needs something to focus on. He loves how the wounds look and prods at them and plays with his blood. He never cleans the wounds or wraps them up on purpose, he likes when things get messy and he gets blood stains on his clothes.

🌼Sissy

Most of Sissy’s self destruction is the way he just plainly ignores all of her needs. She will eat very little, barely bathe, forget to drink until she’s nearly sick, she is just reckless and apathetic about literally everything. She has to be dragged into the bath and she will throw hands over it, she only ever eats at the specific mealtimes and always has small portions. With her constant bare feet, she never cares about how dirty she is or if she gets any injuries while she works. If she does get a cut or bruise while working, she pokes it and makes it worse on purpose. It’s not necessarily to force a scar or make the blood spill, she just likes the feeling and gets caught up in causing herself that pain.

She is similar to Bubba in terms of recklessness. Sissy is very rash and not necessarily elegant in her movements or practices. She’s accidently hurt herself with all manner of tools and weapons around the property. It could be tripping from running too fast, smashing her finger with a hammer or slicing her own hand with her straight razor while sharpening it. It’s not that she has no regard for herself because she is a servant, like Bubba. Sissy is just so confident in herself that she forgets how fragile human beings are. She remembers how fragile they are when she’s got victims in front of her, and she constantly reminds them of this fact. She just forgets that her own body is also just as fragile. It’s like she holds herself on a different level than normal human beings.

Another similarity to Bubba is the effect that the constant verbal, and sometimes physical, abuse has on her. Sissy is a punching bag for Drayton, Nancy, and even Johnny sometimes. Nubbins and Chop sometimes make jokes at her expense, and she has a lot of trouble taking them as jokes. All of the negative comments and horrible things said to her really stick with her and bother her. She struggles with her identity as she flips back and forth between the holy cult confident mentality and the poor abuse victim who can’t do anything right. She tries her best to act like it never bothers her but unlike Johnny, Sissy is terrible at poker and struggles with staying calm and collected. Her emotions always get the best of her and she ends up blowing up and having a fit over it all, which never ends well for her. She usually ends up with a few more new bruises to poke at.

When Bobby is having one of his smoke sessions, Sissy likes to join in. She likes feeling that blacked out, fuzzy-brained giddy attitude. She also brings some of her own drugs to the party though. The plants she grows for her poison clouds have many different uses and she’s studied them well. Sissy will smoke them and end up tripping bad, she never feels good afterward, but that out of body experience that she feels is so otherworldly that she could never just give that up. Part of her love comes from when she ran with multiple different cults on her adventures. Some taught her that she would see god if she smoked, some taught her that she would be god if she smoked. The habit started there and then just kept going. She doesn’t do it all the time, it’s like a special thing that is reserved for either a certain day or when she’s really struggling. She does get the normal high with Chop more often than she uses her own special supply.

🐔Bubba

Bubba’s is pretty straight forward. He doesn’t cut or burn himself (on purpose, he struggles with being careful). He will actively hit himself though. Sometimes it’s his fists pounding at his head, sometimes he hits his head on a wall, or something of that sort. He’s grown so used to Drayton’s abuse that at this point in his life, it almost brings him a sort of comfort. Bubba knows that no matter how much Drayton hits him and yells at him that Drayton will always be there to look out for him. Whenever he hits himself, it is his way of punishing himself, like he did something wrong and he knows it. But it’s also a type of comfort to him. When things get too overwhelming, he needs something to bring him down a few notches, and that just so happens to be forceful punches to his own head.

Bubba does the same thing that Nubbins does, they both always run back to Drayton’s abuse. No matter how big the bruises are, or how much the words hurt Bubba, the big boy will always bow down and serve his big brother. All he wants is a tiny taste of praise but Drayton will never give him any. Even when he does a good job, Drayton will make up random things to be mad at. Bubba believes himself to just be a toy, a puppet for everybody else to use for whatever reason. He’s been conditioned to always listen to Drayton, help chase down and kill victims and always be ready to jump at anybody’s beck and call. He was told so many times that that is all he will ever be, so now he believes it.

Bubba is a very large and strong man. Sometimes he is clumsy with his tools and weapons, but more often than not, he is just simply reckless. He throws all caution into the wind and takes no regard for his own safety and wellbeing. If he’s worried about anybody’s safety it’s his family’s, never his own. He runs around with his chain saw, cuts meat up too fast and doesn’t pay attention when he’s sewing a project together. He hurts himself constantly and never takes care of the injuries. They’re usually not very big wounds, but they add up after a while. Bubba is always covered in scars, cuts and bruises from many different sources.

🔪Johnny

Besides working on the cars or mechanics around the property, Johnny’s favorite pastime is having a drink at the local bar. He gets very indulgent with his drinks and has at least a few beers daily. When he’s having a particularly hard day, he indulges in the harder stuff, but he doesn’t allow himself to ever blackout or get so drunk that he makes a fool of himself in public, he has an image to uphold. He doesn’t even let his guard down enough to get black out drunk in the safety of his own home, he would rather just have a constant buzz throughout a normal day.

As strong and important as Johnny is to the family, he gets a lot of verbal and sometimes physical abuse from Drayton and Nancy in particular. Drayton only ever yells horrible things at him, the old man fears what would happen if he ever tried to hit the much larger and stronger man. Nancy is a different story. She only ever speaks highly of her son to other people, but she holds him at an impossible standard and always reminds him of that. She hits him too. Nancy is the only person who ever gets away with hitting The Johnny Sawyer. He’s gotten more than a few bruises from her. Johnny tries to hold up the facade that nothing bothers him and he is super confident, but that’s not entirely true. The negative comments and constant berating really does wear him down and he believes what they all say about him. He makes sure not to show his weakness to any of them, but it just cuts open his insides and leaves invisible scars that hurt just as much as his real scars.

Johnny has a huge love for his knives. He loves the action of cutting people or animals open and seeing the damage it, and he, can do. It gives him this crazy power trip and gets him really excited. Sometimes Johnny takes his knife and cuts himself. It’s nothing crazy and it doesn’t happen too often, he likes the pain of it and how it makes him look. He thinks the battle scars make him look stronger and tougher. He would never admit it to anybody that a fair number of the many scars littering his body are self inflicted. It helps his facade that he naturally gets a ton of cuts and wounds from fighting victims and his general blue collar working.

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After Work Cuddles - Reader x Bubba Sawyer IMAGINE

You come home from a long day at work. Chop Top and Nubbins are being loud and annoying as usual, and Drayton is busy at the gas station. Slowly but surely, you make your way to Bubba’s room in the house.

Bubba, after seeing your message pop up on his phone, was already laying in bed with a dozen pillows and warm blankets. Whilst he’s still getting used to learning how to use the phone you bought him, he still knows what it means when you message saying, “Tired, wanting hugs”.

You smile softly at him, and he grins at you. You slump down in the bed, your face planting on his chest. His arms encompass you lovingly.

Time flies by when you cuddle with Bubba. One minute turned into five, five turning into ten, and ten becoming a long-awaited nap. Bubba never used to nap until he met you.

Eventually you’ll wake up, not long before dinner, giving you both time to shower. It honestly stinks in here… (sweat, blood, exhaustion and what not).

It took a LONG TIME for Bubba to be comfortable enough to shower with you, and quite frankly, it was scary for you too. But you’ve both come to understand that neither of you judge each other. He practically worships you anyways! So now, showering together is just a big time saver, and it’s free time to show affection with one another that won’t be interrupted by the twins…

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Really sorry but I have no clue how to end this so uhhh you guys go have dinner and go to bed and cuddle more, yeah 😭😭

Sorry this was so shit 💀 it was just on my mind and I wanted to get it off so uhmmm yeahhhh… 🙁

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Despite how Nubbins may seem, he isn't one to get scared easily. The only thing that he feared was Drayton beating him. He hated it, but he knew that he couldn't fight back. He wasn't strong enough to. Then you came along. You stayed, and you never left. You protected Nubbins, and you kept him safe.

You made him extremely happy, and Drayton left him alone. You helped Nubbins out when you could, and one day, you decided you wanted to have some fun. They trusted you enough to know that you wouldn't run away and you wouldn't tell anyone anything. 

"Hey, Nubbins."

"Yeah?"

"I think we should go somewhere."

"Where?" 

"A haunted house near here. I saw it on the news."

He hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Is-is it really haunted?"

"I don't think so. It's just a scary place to visit."

"Is it actually scary?"

"To some people, yes. You don't know what's going to happen until you get there. It's in celebration of Halloween. A time when people are supposed to be scared and they have fun doing it."

"Like what we do?"

"Uh, yes, but nobody is supposed to get hurt or die."

"Ohh, can Bubba come with us?"

"Only if he leaves the chainsaw behind and doesn't try killing anybody."

"Are there going to be other people?"

"Yes."

You had lived with the Sawyers long enough to know that they didn't celebrate holidays. They lived too far in the south, away from anyone, and they never had the money to afford such luxuries.

When Drayton came home, Nubbins told him all about the plan. You kept an intense stare at him. You didn't want him to ruin Nubbins' fun as he had years ago. Jedidah wasn't allowed to go, as Drayton needed someone to help him catch dinner. Otherwise, no one would have any food to eat later that day. Drayton couldn't handle it all by himself, especially as old as he was.

When the day came, you drove as Nubbins couldn't. He was very easily distracted and nearly wrecked when you tried teaching him. If you couldn't drive either, then it would be a long walk back and forth. Drayton had other matters to attend to, and he didn't want to drive either of you around. You were both too old to be doing childish things.

When you arrived at the house, you decided to park your car a safe distance away. You got out of the car as Nubbins looked around. It was night out. The only light was from the houses and the street lamps. Almost everyone was wearing a costume. You could hear some kids laughing, saying trick or treat, and others were crying.

"Do-do they do this all the time?" Nubbins asked quietly as he wrapped his arms around himself.

"No, they only do it on October 31st of every year."

His hand grabbed yours as you began to lead him to the house. He walked slowly as he continued to look. The yards were filled with decorations.

"Those bones are fake." He said, pointing to the nearby bones.

"Using real ones is kind of illegal."

"Kind of?"

"It is illegal. You can't use real objects for decor."

He nodded and paid attention to where he was going as you led him into the house. There was fake blood almost everywhere, which Nubbins pointed out was fake. 

A man holding an axe jumped out and yelled, boo. Nubbins had no reaction except to move closer to you, as he wasn't sure of the man's intentions. In the distance, a woman screamed. You continued your journey through the house as Nubbins never left your side or let go of your hand. He was fine unless they grabbed him or jumped into him. When you returned home, you were tired. Nubbins had no issue staying awake and telling Drayton about the house.

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I will write/Rules:

Headcanons

Fanfiction

Ship stuff

Matchmaking (give me a description of you and a fandom and I’ll come up with your partner!)

NSFW or SFW

Smut

I will not write:

Incest

Pedophilia

Anything too triggering

(Rape, extreme self harm, etc.)

OOC content- writing asexual characters in smut, etc

Noncon in general

Also, characters will always be aged up for smut!!

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Fandoms/who I write for: (cutting bc there’s a LOT)

Hazbin Hotel

-All characters

The Outsiders

The whole gang + Cherry Valance, Shepards

Texas chainsaw massacre (movies + video game)

-Johnny Slaughter

-Sissy slaughter

-Bubba sawyer

-Chop top sawyer

-Nubbins Sawyer

-Drayton Sawyer (no nsfw for him either!)

-Nancy Slaughter (no nsfw for her sorry)

PJO/HOO(books + tv show only)

-all characters (no smut for them please this is my childhood)

The cruel prince

-nicasia

-Vivienne

-Taryn

-Oak

-Suren (Wren)

-heather

-Cardan

-Jude

-Locke

-valerian 

Harry Potter (includes the marauders)

-Any Characters

DC Universe

-Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

-Jason Todd (Red Hood)

-Damian Wayne (Robin)

-Bruce Wayne (Batman)

-Selina Kyle (Catwoman)

-Tim Drake (Red Robin)

-Barbara Gordon (Batgirl)

-Joker

-Harley Quinn

-Poison Ivy

-Raven

-Beast Boy

-Cyborg

-Kon Kent (superboy)

Scream:

-Stu Macher

-Billy Loomis

-Sydney Prescott

Avatar the Last Airbender! (Animated Show)

-Zuko

-Sokka

-Mai

-Katara

-Suki

-Aang

-Toph

-Tai Lee

-Iroh (FLUFF ONLY YALL NASTY!

-Azula

-cabbage man

-pretty much any character

Mean Girls

-Janice Ian

-Regina George

-Cady Heron

-Damian Leigh

-Karen Smith

-Gretchen Weiners

Heathers

-Heather Chandler

-Heather McNamera

-Heather Duke

-Veronica Sawyer

-Jason Dean (JD)

The Umbrella Academy

-all UA characters

-all sparrow academy

Others:

-Roderick Heffly

-Nimona

-Cicero (Skyrim)

Any slasher fandom

-Micheal Myers

-Brahms Heelshire

-Jason Vorhees

(There’s a ton more I can’t remember, feel free to ask about anything and I’ll write it if I know it, and even if I don’t I’ll see what I can do)