#Leatherface x male reader

[marksbear]

Hear me out...Bubba Sawyer :0

Can I request Bubba Sawyer with a Male S/O who is very flirtatious and likes to tease him (Only in private cuz I'm sure his brother won't be happy).

if you accept NSFW Can I request bellybulge with Bubba Sawyer with a DomMale S/O who has a huge package

If you saw my last post I did do what I was thinking. I had so much more than this but sadly the app refreshed and I lost everything. 😭

I’ll probably write a few head canon for the other request in a minute.

BUBBA SAWYER X FLIRTY DOM MALE READER

*Knock* *Knock*

"I got it!" A voice shouts from inside the sawyer home.

The oldest Sawyer opens the front door already expecting the worst, but relaxes once he realizes it's his only neighbor around here Y/n.

"Y/n. Why did you come over here this late?" Drayton asks looking up at the taller man. "Uhh, ain't really no reason. My old told me to come help y'all out with dinner." Y/n says lying clearing knowing full and well he just wanted to see his boyfriend.

Before Drayton could respond Y/n beats him to it. "And yes i'll pitch in with the food." Once those words fall out of Y/n's mouth Drayton smirks.

"Well then, why you ain't say that in the first place?" Drayton says stepping to the side inviting Y/n in.

Y/n looks around the house noticing theres a few bloody hand prints on the walls, but nothing has changed since last time he's been here. "Since your here might as well make yourself useful, go help Bubba skin the meat." Drayton mumbles out before going to look for the other missing Sawyer.

Y/n hurries off into the house going into where Bubba is usually. Luckily enough Bubba already saw Y/n through the window and already was giddy and excited. He even got prettied up for him doing his makeup and fixing his hair a bit.

As soon Y/n steps into Bubba was jumping up and down in the ear moaning out sounds that sound close to "Y/n." Bubba quickly forgets about the current victim that's screaming their heads off on the meat hook. Bubba moves over to Y/n cupping his face in his heads jumping up and down.

"I missed you to baby." Y/n says with a giggle before wrapping his arms around Bubba's hips. "You even did your makeup, awww~ how cute! Are you planning to kiss me with those pretty lips." Y/n says pointing out his boyfriend's makeup and his lips that were covered in lipstick. Bubba squeals in happiness before giving Y/n a wet kiss. Y/n instantly melts into the kiss not caring the slightest as Bubba licks his lips as they kiss.

Y/n moves Bubba against the bloody table that currently has a half chopped up body laying on it.

Bubba insistently spreads his legs opening as he leans against the table letting Y/n stand in the middle of them. Y/n pulls away from the heated makeout with a smirk on his face.

lipstick smeared all over Y/n’s lips

"Not right now Bub~ We don't want your brothers walking in on us like almost last time." Y/n says moving away from Bubba and walking to the victim.

Bubba whines after recalling the embarrassing memory. It was Nubbins who almost saw them making out, but Y/n was quick to play it off and Nubbins easily fell for the lie.

Bubba pushes himself off the table walking behind Y/n whining moans falling from his lips. "No baby~ We'll continue later I promise." Y/n says moving his hand on Bubba's cheek caressing it with his thumb with a smile. "Can you wait until after dinner alright? Can you do that for me?" Y/n asks. Bubba reluctantly nods his hand yes in Y/n's hand.

"Good boy~" Y/n says giving Bubba a quick kiss on the forehead before turning back to the victim. "Wow... Such a pretty girl you found Bub! How about you take her face and wear it to our date next week huh?" Y/n suggested as the girl screams at them both.

"Lets get to work now shall we?" Y/n says getting a nearby butcher knife off the counter.

TIMESKIP

"I didn't know Y/n was here!" Nubbins says with a shout smiling ear to ear as he watches Y/n carefully cut the previous victim who was on the meat hook earlier.

“Shhhhh! Your gonna make me mess up.” Y/n says knowing that he won’t what he said seriously. Nubbins just rolls his eyes and begin to rant about how hard it was to find the victims in the middle of nowhere and etc.

Bubba actively listened as Y/n tune him out once in a while to focus on what he was doing but none of the less listened.

“But anyways are you staying for dinner!? Really that’s great!” Nubbins asks but doesn’t give Y/n a second to even answer.

Nubbins leaves the room in a hurry to do whatever that he does leaving the two lovers in the room by themselves.

“You think he saw the lipstick?” Y/n questions referring to the lipstick that was smeared all over his lips and chin.

Bubba only squeals in happiness kissing Y/n on the cheek with the lipstick smearing onto it.

Y/n only laughs and smiles at his boyfriends reaction before kissing him. The small innocent kiss quickly becomes heated as the two boyfriends get closer and closer with each other.

Y/n drops the knife down moving his hands on either side of Bubba’s waist pulling him in.

Y/n pulls away from the kiss to only kiss and suck on the exposed skin Bubba showed on his neck. Bubba moaned out noises of pleasure as he pressed his hard clothed cock into Y/n’s crotch.

And once Bubba finally thinks that he can finally have sex with Y/n he pulls away moving away from Bubba, but decides to keep his hand on his crotch.

Y/n begins to palm Bubba through his pants teasing him and his cock.

“Tsk, tsk tsk… How many times do I gotta tell you that we have to wait baby? We gotta wait after dinner Bubba.” Y/n says rubbing him.

Bubba whines and pouts feeling his hard cock ache.

“I know baby, but we gotta wait.” Y/n says in a whisper tone.

“I know that I’m teasing you~ I just want you to wait and have self control. Like I’m teaching you.” Y/n teases palming him faster.

Bubba breathes out moans of pleasure, but suddenly it turns into needy whines and moans. Y/n pulls his hand away and turns back around looking at the victim.

Bubba kisses and licks the side of Y/n’s face as he grind his body into his.

Suddenly there’s a shout calling Y/n’s name. Y/n shouts “Coming!” Before turning around giving Bubba a passionate kiss before leaving the room.

Bubba only pouts and whimpers looking down at his hard bulge.

THE END

[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

Hello!! ⍢ I’m new to Tumblr so I hope this is a sufficient first post… I love Leatherface!!

❀ ; Male reader, FtM, AMAB friendly! (He/Him) Reader is implied to be taller, possibly buffer/broader as well. He leans more towards traditionally masculine. He’s a smooth talker with a bit of Southern charm to fit the setting a little.

❀ ; Bubba Sawyer AMAB (She/He/They) Bubba may be bit out of character, I added in some of my own personal headcanons and such! A mix of their paranoid personality in the 1st movie as well as their affectionate side shown in the 2nd. Hope you like! ◡̈

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

She succumbs so easily to a bit of flirting, as we can see from the 2nd movie. A bit of sweet talk with a sprinkle of pet names and suddenly she’s a big, squealing mess.

The whole Sawyer family is wildly eccentric, so you don’t have too much to worry about in regards to their acceptance. Sure, you’d most likely be a popular joke in the household but it’s nothing worse than what they give each other. Given the time of the film, the most you’d have to worry about would be the public’s opinion about you and your dangerous lover; but let’s just assume that they don’t get the chance to know about y’all.

On a similar note, your sex and gender don’t matter to Bubba all that much. He clearly has unique ways of expressing himself, and he knows it (because of all the teasing his brothers do). He wouldn’t find his feelings for a man to be weird or anything of the sort; though he’d still probably be surprised at the fact. Don’t worry your pretty little head though, Bubba is the furthest thing from judgmental.

The surprise would just be because they’ve always been more into femininity. Both in the way the dress themselves, to the people they’re attracted to— Bubba’s just always loved to indulge in more womanly things. But that doesn’t eliminate you from having a chance, not at all!

The second you sweet talk him with your smooth voice, he’s on the damn floor.

Bubba didn’t have to fortune of receiving affection while she grew up. She’s most likely been isolated from regular society her whole life, and we know damn well the Sawyer’s aren’t known for their loving nature. Take your hands and just gently graze her face a little, or tell her how sweet she is and how much you love her, she’s all yours.

Even just some basic manners will get you a long way with Bubba. They yearn for some sort of human interaction that isn’t clouded with blood and the hum of a chainsaw, don’t blame them! A ‘Thank you’ will keep them giddy for weeks on end.

Trying to shift to a more realistic perspective, though, you’d have to be one sweet son of a bitch to get the Sawyer’s to spare you.

We saw how Bubba eventually folded under the pressures of his families demands when it came to Stretch, even though he liked her quite a bit. If you even want to get close to the point of Bubba stepping in to protect you, you are gonna have to be the smoothest and most charming man he’s ever met (which isn’t very hard, but still). No trying to fight or escape like Stretch, though you’d probably meet Bubba on different circumstances anyways.

⁂ Scenario

‘Oh, god damn!’ Was the only thought that seemed to run through your head at the moment. Wrist pressed against your forehead and sweat dripping down your lips, an exasperated sigh fell from your dry mouth. It was moments like these that made you regret fixin’ up such an old girl to be your car; she could be a bit unreliable.

It’s not like it was the car’s fault, no, you should’ve known you were runnin’ out of fuel just from how long you’d been driving. But, damn, you really needed to fix up that faulty fuel gauge. Always having to be on edge when you traveled, since you didn’t know when your gas was going to run out. Shit, what was even wrong with it?

The sun was burning your skin, and you needed some sort of help. It was only you out here.

After wandering around the unfamiliar area for a long few minutes, a sense of relief completely washed over you when a large farmhouse came into view. The estate was beautiful, and you could only hope somebody in it would be willing to help you out. After walking through the long dirt driveway, you gently stepped onto the porch of the home. The old floorboards creaked under your weight, the peeling paint bringing a slight surprise to your face. The home sure looked occupied, though not very taken care of. You gently knocked against the white frame of the screen door.

“Hello? ‘S anyone home?” You tried to call through. If you looked closely enough, you could see into the interior of the home. For some odd reason, these people didn’t close their front door. That either meant that they were home, or they were just plain careless.

You called out once more, speaking to the walls of the home in hopes you’d elicit a response. “Hey, partner, I’m in a real bad place right now. I-If I could just get some help here, it would be much appreciated,” a chuckle carried through your speech, though you were only met with radio silence from the home. “My car’s broke down and, by god, it’s hot as hell today. If I could just get a glass of water, I’ll be in your debts forever,” you held your tongue after you spoke, desperate for any sign of life within the home. You were practically dyin’ out here!

You were about to make your ways away from the property when you heard some booming thuds from within the building. You leaned into the screen door, squinting as you tried to decipher the darkness of the place. You couldn’t make out much, though you were almost certain you could see a figure cautiously trying to make it down the stairs— almost like they didn’t want you to see them. The person looked— and sounded— huge, though. With the amount of area they were taking in the staircase, alongside their heavy and creaking steps— this person had to be big. Without a doubt. Even if you could only make out a silhouette.

Upon noticing the mystery person, a smile stretched across your handsome features and you began to wave at them through the screen. “Hey, partner! Am I glad to see you!” You exclaimed to them, though the figure stayed unmoving. You realized that you probably came off a little strong, so you attempted to backtrack in the case that they had just noticed you. You spoke again, this time much softer and sweeter, “My car broke down not to far from here. Real sorry about showin’ up on your property like this but I could really use some help. Anythin’ would be much appreciated,” You managed to coo through the screen, an inviting smile on your lips.

The figure seemed to be trying to process the situation, not moving towards or away from you, though you could see their head dart around frantically. Not a good sign. You attempted to calm them from afar, they were your only hope at salvation at the moment. “Hey, hey, hey, now… Don’t worry, I ain’t here for trouble, darlin’. I promise,” as the words left your throat, so soothing and calm, the figure laid their gaze directly onto you. You could feel it. “You don’t have’ta help me, sweetheart. I can leave you be right now— but I ain’t a threat.” To speak to soft and so loving was something of second nature to you, but it was currently, unknowingly, saving your ass right now. “I’d just really appreciate a hand, if you’d be willing to give,” your desperation was painfully obvious. That seemed to be the breaking point for the person— in a good sense.

They slowly made their way down the stairs, the wood moaning under their weight as they stepped. Once they came closer, you were able to slowly make out their features. Their clothes looked dirty and old, though mostly concealed by a bright yellow apron— and they were fucking huge. Tall and big, extremely fucking huge. Though you two battled heights pretty evenly, you’d still have to say you were pleasantly surprised about their stature. You’d never really met someone who stood head to head with you like this. However, it took everything within yourself not to cringe at the mask they sported. It looked so— so grotesquely real. Like nothing you’d ever seen, not even at a Halloween store.

Even though it was grossly off-putting, you made the decision to not point it out. Didn’t want to scare off your only help at the moment. One of their large hands timidly laid against the frame of the screen door and pushed it open. They softly squealed in a pig-like manner.

Once the door pushed open, you got a good look at this person in all their glory. They looked just as grimy and dirty as they were when they were shielded by the screen, though now you could make out more finite details— like their crooked teeth and hairy arms. They refused to make eye contact, their body tense and frightened. They definitely raised a few red flags in your mind, and you couldn’t say they were truly all that attractive— but you still found them cute, for some odd reason. You smiled at their compliance, despite it all. “Hey, darlin’, thank you for openin’ up for me,” the words smoothly fell from your lips, causing their gaze to bore into you. They made some sort of mumbling sound, unintelligible to you. They seemed so utterly confused.

You gave them a signature smile, sensing their discomfort, and doing your best to alleviate it. You could tell at this point that they probably weren’t used to interacting with people, given the way they had been so reclusive. In attempts to get them to open up, you spoke softer, kinder, even more charming than usual. “There any way you can help me, partner?” You were burning at this point, skin glistening with sweat and your clothes glued to the moisture on your body. They seemed to try and subtly eye you, though they were extremely obvious— even moreso as they embarrassedly looked away from you. You chuckled.

They shifted on their feet, acting shy despite how intimidating they were as a person. After a moment of thought, they nodded a bit. When they looked at you again, you could make out a hint of a shy smile on their face. They stepped aside, willingly giving you a pathway into their mysterious home. You stared into their eyes, giving them a handsome, toothy, smile. “Thanks, darlin’,” You hummed to the large and timid person. They squealed a bit, joy taking over their face as you stepped foot into their odd home.

[gatorbites-imagines]

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.

[bigboy-lovers-unite-writes]

Day 3, the big boy. BUBBA BITCHES. 🙏🙏🙏

(don't mind the gyat 🗿)

NSFW 💅

•We all know how big bro is. His bulkiness isn't the only thing big... Bro is a decent average length, maybe MAYBE a teeny tiny bit less than average, but thick. Like, almost 2 hands to fit it around...

•First time seeing a dick/pussy? This mf is shell-shocked. He genuinely sits there in dead silence for a few minutes and just stares... (Lovingly)

•He probably couldn't handle being a top. He'd be scared he'd crush you, and he just couldn't handle the feeling of you under him. Mf loses himself ☠️

•The noises of pleasure make up for how little he talks. Gasps, whines, squeals, and squirming... Lots of vocalization, and he just can't help it. Gets bright red, especially if you convinced him not to wear a mask this one time.

•Honestly, doesn't know what sex is supposed to feel like, so he just uses hand gestures to show what he wants. New position? Gentle nudges. Slow down? His grip tightens. He's boutta cum? You can clearly hear it.

•Lord bless whoever sleeps w this man. He genuinely is sweet, buuuut gets kinda rough after a good few rounds. He honestly doesn't last long, but has a decent stamina. 🤷

[alomone]

Hello, I hope ur having a nice day :)))

Im here to request a Thomas x m! Reader.

Thomas is in the middle of butchering a victim when reader enters and distracts him. If you don’t mind, a make out session. Alternatively, you can replace it with a bunch of hugs and soft kisses!

Thank youuu

: ̗̀➛ Are you busy?

Thomas Hewitt x male reader

CW : FEM ALIGNED DNI, kissing, attempt at writing a make out session, no graphic depiction of the victim

Author's note : I'm having a wonderful day and I hope you do too!! my mind went wild with this one! thanks for the request!! I tried my best but I wrote it on no sleep so i'm sorry if it's bad!!!

This particular afternoon, you knew Thomas was busy, you could clearly hear it, the noise from the chainsaw could be heard from the shed and the sight must not be pretty at all. The screams were still ringing in your ears as you slowly approached him, the sound getting clearer and the smell of blood was burning your nose.

You could see him standing in front of the table, holding the chainsaw, "Thomas?" you called out to him, opening the door as you focused your eyes on your partner and not on the gruesome sight that once was another human being, another victim. "Are you busy?" He could clearly hear the grin in your voice as you knew that he was, indeed, busy. Thomas grunted but didn't turn his head toward you, telling you silently that he was listening.

"It's too hot in here, I don't want you overworking yourself, you know? Please, come inside?" You slowly asked him as you walked to stand in front of the table. A sigh left his lips as he turned toward you after some times, putting down the chainsaw on the side of the table that wasn't occupied by he rests of the victim. Thomas knew that no one was going to steal his chainsaw anyway, the only person capable of doing so was currently on the table emptying themselves of their blood.

You couldn't help but smile as he followed you to the house, Thomas knew you had an idea behind your head, he knew you enough to see that. When you finally set foot in your share room, you turned to him and wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close. "It's been some time since the last moment we shared together, alone without anyone else disturbing us, don't you think?"

You looked at him and he sighed again, this time out of relief as his hand left his sides to come hold your hips tightly, pulling you closer to him. Not caring about the blood on his clothes, you left him to remove his mask, not wanting to overstep by any means. He had some troubles in the past with removing his mask in front of you but this was long dealt with, he did it on his own as you never stepped over the line and left him to come up to you by himself.

Thomas slowly left his hands roaming you body as they slowly reached you face, holding it closer for him to finally kiss you. Having his lips on yours was always such a good feeling to you. You couldn't help but gently ask permission with your tongue to enter his mouth, Thomas groaned into the kiss at the feeling and let you do it. Your mouth didn't leave his when he grabbed you by the hips and pinned you to the wall.

You forgot about the dead body in the shed, about his family and the way they despised you for being a man in a relationship with Thomas, about the time and the hot weather as you lost yourself into the kiss. Playing with his tongue as if you were trying to win over the other, it felt like it had been years since you last kissed each other. It was incredible, Thomas was incredible, you loved him so much it almost made you fall as you felt your knees weaken under you.

Thomas grabbed you again as to avoid letting you hurt yourself and you unfortunately had to part with him as you both were out of breath.

"You're so good to me, Thomas."

He nodded at your words as he caressed your hips, he was happy with you and he hoped it would stay like this for some times if not forever.

[ttttobistuff]

What a good boy you are…

(Thomas Hewitt x M! Reader)

Warnings: smut, insults

DISCLAIMER: This scene is from Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, but Bubba Sawyer is replaced by Thomas Hewitt in this story.

It was a quiet night in K-OKLA’s office. Dark alleys were covered by the light of an almost full moon. No noises disturbed the silence. Regardless of this, you could not help but be worried. Half an hour ago, you had played the recording of a supposed murder by a killer who disappeared 14 years ago.

Your heart raced when a strange silhouette roamed around the lower room of the office. Cracking the door open, you were met by an eerie looking man. He begged for an autograph, a tour, songs, and hundreds of other things your mind wasn’t able to catch. Trying your best to push him away, his feet moved him closer.

Finally, you were both standing in front of a small closet. Inside, there were nothing more than countless vinyl records. Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

Seconds after he referred to them, a horrifying motor-like sound skyrocketed your fear. Almost losing your life to a chainsaw, you ran with every ounce of strength left in you after a tiring day. The adrenaline dragged your body to safety, immediately blocking the way with a resistant metal wall.

“Get that motherfucker, Leatherface!” The strange man from before yelled.

Metal against metal, a cacophony stirred between that irritating crash and your screams. Your throat felt as if it was burning away, with each screech full of fright.

Suddenly, the silence made its way back to you. Not for long, though. The wall on your left was brought down, and you recognized the sound of the chainsaw.

Taking a closer look to the man who held it, his long hair danced at every movement. His rough grip made you wonder how his fingertips would feel against your skin. His staggering height was highly intimidating. Yet, as soon as your eyes were set on his body, your terror began twisting into something else.

Something gut wrenching—you were bewitched by his size.

“Please…” you began speaking with no hesitation, “show me how good you can be”.

His chainsaw, which was now steady, began lowering. His eyes studied your body, seemingly curious. A barely audible huff left his lips.

“How good can you be? Huh?” You began teasing him.

A part of you wished to survive, but another part wished to see how far you could take this wicked arousement of yours. Thankfully, he began playing along.

You spread open your legs, and your hands travelled up your thighs. He followed closely with his gaze. At this point, every action of yours was careless. You allowed your lust to take control.

After staring for long enough, Leatherface took the blade of his chainsaw closer. Tracing the way from your ankle to your inner thigh, he stopped himself on top of your crotch. Putting pressure on it, your hips began rocking forward softly.

“Oh—you’re very good” you moaned under your breath to not alert the killer next door. Leatherface, visibly flustered, moved one of his hands away from the chainsaw handle. It was laid on top of his pants, which made you notice his growth.

Before he continued, he backed away. The man went into a spontaneous rampage, destroying the studio until nothing was left. You abstained from screaming.

He looked back at you for a second, and you caught a glimpse of his hunger. He then walked to his companion, and both crossed the exit. You could’ve sworn it was the end, and you were left with a problem to take care of, but he came right back.

He clumsily walked inside, and while leaning on a door frame, he grunted in discomfort. A cocky smile was shown from your side. You opened your legs once more, but this time he threw his weapon out of the way.

“What a good boy you are…come on”

He approached you in a rather awkward manner��a shy killer, who would’ve guessed?

You were desperate for his touch, and decided to walk over to him. You pushed him down onto a chair, and stood between his open legs. With a knee on his erection, you kissed him. Waiting for his permission to slide your tongue inside his mouth, your hands caressed him.

Every time you tried taking a slight peek at his face, he would either turn his head around or shove your face back in place.

His hands wrapped around your hips, pulling down on your knee.

“Should I call you Leatherface?” You said, between warm kisses. “Or, will you give me a proper name to moan?”

He grunted, and his grip became weaker. “Thomas…” he rushed out of his mouth. You went on to kiss his neck, also guiding his hand towards your little problem down there. The temperature rose between you two.

It was mostly you who initiated anything. Even opening his pants, or taking any clothing off of yourself.

“Can I see what’s under that mask of yours, big boy?” You were straightforward, yet you felt anxious to ask such a thing. He stiffened up a bit. Your hand held his cheek with delicacy, and his muscles once more eased.

Moments after, he allowed you to take a look at his face. His eyes ran away from yours, ashamed to confront your reaction. But, to his liking, your body only craved him more. As your knees touched the floor, you prepared your tongue for him.

“You’re still precious to me, Thomas.” His expression showed surprise, embarrassment too. “You…are so beautiful”.

Your mouth wrapped around him, fitting perfectly. Both craved the touch of another being, the love of another heart. He had sparked interest within your chest.

“I won’t be letting you go soon,” you said, cutting off his moans. You knew it wouldn’t be the last time you explored his body.

[luna-charlie]

Y/n: They are perfect in every way, Like they are kind and loving, treats me like a queen AND respectful

S/O : they kill people.....

Y/n : Like I give a shi-

[astrabugg]

Thomas Hewitt + scars s/o

This is a fluff piece with a really silly story. TW: brief description of bruises and scars, nothing too graphic or detailed.

- When Thomas saw his scars for the first time, he went into despair. Even though he didn't say it, it was easy to understand that he wanted to know who gave him those scars. After explaining to Thomas that the scars were gained in accidents and things like that, for a moment, he calmed down and looked at his scars.

- Thomas would probably be insecure/afraid to put his hand/finger on his scars, so calm him down and tell him it's okay.

- Thomas would touch his scars with slight trepidation, but after feeling safe with it, he would do it constantly.

"Hey Thomas, look," a voice called the 6'5 man who walked to where his beloved was. When the dark-haired man saw S/o drawing with markers on the marks of his scars, he asked, "Do you want to draw too?" This question took Thomas by surprise, but slowly the man in front responded with a nod.

- The drawing wouldn't look like a real Van Gogh, but it would be perfect because it was his loved one who did it.

- Thomas would undoubtedly be proud of the drawing he made and would like to keep it there for as long as possible.

- Thomas had a calm day without much to do, so he decided to spend the day in bed with you.

- It wasn't anything big, just a day of hugs and cuddles.

- Thomas would most likely ask to see his scars again and view the drawings he made.

"Thomas, give me your hand, please," a loving tone came from S/o's throat as she handed her hand to her lover, who made a drawing of a flower and some mushrooms in the lines of the scars on Thomas' hand. "Here, we both have drawings made by each other," Thomas' lover said with a smile, while Thomas had a blush on his face beneath his mask.

- Thomas is the most precious thing in this world. He will always check if your scars are okay, and I recommend that you do the same.”

[l0sercat]

How would Myers, Ghostface and Leatherface react to a cannibal bf?

Can be both survivor or killer i mostly dont care abt that part lol

- 🎈

Killers react to a cannibal bf

Michael Myers

When he saw you munching on something he didn't care

But then he took a look at what you were eating and he was a little shocked

But not to much though

He was a little concerned about you eating raw flesh so he grabbed the leg you were eating and went to the campfire and roasted it for you

He watched you eat and enjoy your meal

He doesn't mind your a cannibal, I mean he's a serial killer and plus he's seen worse

Just remember to cook your meat<3

Ghostface

When he saw you take a bite out a leg he threw up in his mouth a little

He was used to gore and blood and shit like this but seeing his boyfriend do it was different

He doesn't care to much it was just a bit shocking at first

He might even cook you some human meals

He supports you on your decision though<3

Leatherface

He saw you roasting something over the fire and went to get a look

Then he noticed it was a human leg

You brought the leg to your mouth and took a bite out of it

He was taken aback at first

He didn't think his precious boyfriend would be a cannibal but he's happy you are

He will ask for a bite of the leg and is ecstatic you let him have some

He's so glad you eat human flesh! If you guys end up leaving this place then you'll fit in perfectly at home<33

[horrorjunki3]

Texas chainsaw massacre slashers with m!reader

Warnings: Canon typical violence, mention of insecurities, sexual content if you squint, Discussion of PTSD and Mental illness for choptop and nubbins and unsafe driving

The reader is meant to be interpreted as a men -> trans inclusive ♡

Thomas Hewitt

♡ I feel like Thomas would like a sweet/kind partner -> he has alot of insecurities and you being kind would go ALONG way.

♡ I personally Headcannon that if Tommy was Queer Lunda May knows and picks up on your attraction to Thomas -> how you react to him is what would save your life! She just wants her boy to be happy after all

♡ His first thought when he sees you was that you were just so handsome and when you smile at him he gets all flustered! -> If you compliment his mask, eyes or hair during this time he will kind off shut down till Lunda May steps in to help!! Matchmaker she is!

♡ He'd think your perfect -> nothing could make this man change his mind - Regardless of your insecurities he'd love every part of you

♡ I think he'd love to see you and his momma getting along! Sometimes when he sees how sweet it is he can't help but pull you away and smother you

♡ His a very physically affectionate person -> However at the beginning of the relationship he is very shy and clumsy about it. Once he gets more comfy with you tho his constantly touching you in very wholesome and affectionate ways like holding your hand or a peck on the cheek -> he was raised to be a gentlemen after all

♡ I feel like Tommy's ideal date is cuddling outside of a night time, just basking in his boyfriends love

♡ when Tommy first asks you out he gives you a letter telling you everything he loves -> although he can't speak it doesn't stop him from expressing his love for you through words of affirmation

Choptop/ Robert Sawyer

♡ I feel like Chop would like a guy who has a unique fashion sense or shares his love for music

♡ He loves passionate people -> if you generally love something with all your heart he just listens to you and smiles

♡ I strongly headcannons that he'd let you live if you're a fan of his band Cornbugs.

-> Imagine recognising his voice and stuttering out that you know him -> name a song you like and he will be so smug and flustered

♡ He'd call you pet names like "Big boy, Big daddy, pretty boy, or babe"

♡ Loves when you call him handsome -> after his plate he didn't think anyone would see him as handsome or love him again -> kiss his plate he will melt

♡ He'd love driving Speeding at night and listening to music -> alternatively he will slow down if it scares you

♡ He'd love if you shared your taste for music with him -> makes him feel like he can understand you better

♡ will write love songs for you and sing them -> sings about how perfect you look when discussing your passions

♡ His extermly affectionate! And will grope you at any moment! Your his man and he finds you so perfect he can't help it.

♡ He'd have nightmares and PTSD flash backs -> will come to you for help because you make him feel safe

♡ Please act like a groupie for him -> he doesn't care if it's real or not he'll melt and kiss you like his starving everytime you do

Cornbugs song reccomendations: spot the psycho, pigs are people too, cornbugs and anything from the album "celebrity pyscho"

Nubbins Sawyer

♡ This sweet sweet boy!!

♡ You pick him up hitch-hiking but alternatively to other people you ask questions, listen and care about what his saying. When he takes a photo of you -> you most likely pay him and ask for one of you guys together bc how could you not? His so cute!

♡ He'd take photos of you constantly -> occasionally he'd let you take photos of him. I headcannon that there's this one beautiful photo of him sorting through photos with a smile and it's so cute. (A/N: I've gotta draw that omfg!)

♡ Tells everyone about you -> asks victims if they think his boyfriend handsome - lord help them if they say no

♡ He calls you "Darlin' , Sweetheart and handsome" -> call him pretty boy he loves it!

♡ His ideal date would be having you in his bed while he takes photos of you -> this isn't necessarily sexual he just thinks your perfect and wants to capture it

♡ He loves showering with you and getting spoiled! His so touch starved and loves to be cuddling you, sitting on your lap or anything he just loves it!!

♡ It's cannon that he has Schizophrenia and there will be days that are harder for him -> please be there for him during these times.

♡ He will tease and mock you but it's done lovingly -> doesn't like it when anyone else does it

Bubba sawyer

♡ Much like Tommy Bubba needs a gentle and kind partner! Please tell him his pretty! Tell them they're good!

♡ I headcannon that Bubbas gender queer and uses he/they pronouns!! Please love and support them! Tell him, he looks pretty when they do their make up!

♡ If your sweet and kind to them -> they'll wanna save you like with stretch! Compliment him and call him how pretty he is and he will choose you over the saw!

♡ Bubbas extermly loyal once you become his family he -> he will do anything for you!

♡ They will carry you - even if you think they can't they'Il make an exaggerated noise and just lift ya! They are sooo strong

♡ Gift giving is there love language and they'll make you little brackets and stuff

♡ His a giant teddy bear and loves cuddles and kisses!!!

♡ They will melt if he sees you Helping them family regardless of if it's to do with meat or cleaning! They love their family and seeing you love them? It's the best sight ever

♡ Bubba wants kids! So he'll definitely want to adopt some lil Bubbas or have some animal babies -> they love cats but are never allowed to keep them:( Maybe if you both beg his brothers you can keep them!!

[soupbabe]

Hi! Could I request a Thomas Hewitt x male reader???

Back when Thomas was 13-14 he was buying popsicles (Because like, Texas is hot as hell in the summer months..) once he walks out of the store, he hears something like an angel singing. He follows the noise and sees a theatre production of something, and the most BEAUTIFUL boy his age is singing, Thomas grows a big fat crush on him, then maybe they meet years later?

Seeing Him Again (Thomas Hewitt x Male! Reader)

Thomas meets a familiar stranger.

THIS WAS SO CUTE 🥺 This might be a tad bit off script, but I think it fits the request still.

Tagging: @slaasherslut

The hot Texas sun glared down at Thomas as he walked along the deserted road, his energy drained from his shift at the slaughterhouse. He walked at a slow pace, savoring the silence he had before he had to go back home. Though it wasn't long before a car blasting music interrupted his peaceful walk.

He stood in his spot, silently observing the car driving up to him. Soon enough, the car parked right beside him and he saw the driver lean over to roll down the passenger side window. "Hey, uh- need a ride?" The man yelled, his volume fighting with the noise from his radio. Thomas tilted his head, analyzing the vaguely familiar features of the stranger. The man turned down the music, "I just didn't think you'd want to be walking out in this kind of weather- I don't mean to bother ya." He clarified. He was about roll the window back up before Thomas drew closer and opened the door.

The driver smiled as the bigger man made himself comfortable, "Where ya heading?" Thomas stayed still upon getting a closer look at the man. Everything about him felt so familiar, but recognition was just out of reach. "Not much of a talker?" He asked and Thomas nodded. "How bout you just point to where we're going, does that sound good?" Once again, Thomas shook his head and pointed straight ahead.

It wasn't long before Tommy heard the volume on the radio increase. "Do you mind? I like this song." The driver asked, to which the he shrugged in response. The stranger smiled and began humming along to the upbeat song, to which evolved into a quiet, mumbled singing. The man's voice was music to Thomas's ears and was the key to unlocking who his chauffeur was.

That deep, melodic, voice was unmistakable.

It brought him back to the days where he'd hide behind trees just to listen to a boy his age recite the catchy jingle of his favorite ice cream brand. It reminded him of all the times he lied to Hoyt just so he can come see him practice right in front of him. He'd make him feel so special by calling them "private concerts." He even remembered the boy bringing him into an embrace because he told him that he'd have to move away.

Thomas used to fantasize about meeting you again, being held by you once more. But now that it's happening, he wanted to kick himself for not realizing sooner.

Quickly, Thomas rummaged through his apron to find a crumpled up piece of paper and pencil that's seen better days. His frantic movements caused the car to stop and for it's owner to look at him in concern. "Everything alright? What's going on?" He asked. Thomas was busy scribbling down on the back of the paper before handing it off to you. "Y/n?" He wrote.

He heard playful laughter coming from the man. "I knew it was you, Tommy. Been waiting for you to finally notice."

[blueberrypancakesworld]

~ An escape or the last stand ~

warning for all chapters : Minors don't interact please this is really not for you. This is a dark fanfiction the whole thing is Dead Dove : Do not eat content. Mental Instability , blood & violence , kidnapping , sexual assault , rape , threesome , blood kink , obsession , injury , Predator/Prey , Angst , smut , Jealousy , dark themes , sexual fantasy , blood kink , knife play , just the normal hardcore Slasher things

Summary : The wedding ceremony in the church is done. But so quickly husbands can change. She now her wife. Your prey. your obsession, your property. To the wedding belongs the night. The night when the husband sleeps with his chosen one. But when one is cursed again. How will the actual beautiful night turn out. and will they treat her well or stick a knife in her heart?

next chapter, masterlist

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For a moment everything was quiet in the church and she thought that was it now. Either it was all just a sick dream of Freddy or maybe she was already dead. But when Eddie approached her and knelt down in front of her, the girl took a step back. ,,No, darling, it's just the ring," Eddie purred, pulling out a small box. Then he took her hand and almost all the presents fell down. Which is why she stood there, slightly tense, trying not to drop Micheal's knife and risk a bleeding foot.

With one swift movement the ring was on her finger and the cold metal filled in a sick way to her shame.

Eddie stood up and looked down at his bride with a smile. ,,You may now kiss your bride given in marriage before God," they heard the priest say.

She wanted to move away from here but when she felt Eddie's hand on her back and how he pulled her towards him she knew it was inevitable. ,,My beautiful wife" he whispered to her before he put his lips on hers.

To her surprise there was a mix of love and almost shyness in the kiss as he let go of her lips. I will never get out of here again she thought desperately and escaped Eddie's grip. He had let go of her and Y/N was pushed against the altar. Only then did she notice the alert eyes of the others and her fear tightened her throat.

They no longer looked at her as a human being, they saw her as their obsession. She was their new exquesite prey. She knew that meat that had to be hunted tasted better than store-bought. Suddenly the men rose and Eddie held out his hand to her. ,,Come my flower, it's time for the wedding night," he said cheerfully and gave her a smile.

But she didn't feel like rejoicing, she felt like screaming and crying. Panic gripped her body, but with the dress and all the gifts she would not get far, she had to admit to herself.

When Eddie became impatient and took her hand, he pulled her as gently as he could between his changes, first behind and then beside him. The silent killers Jason , Michael , Thomas and Vincent walked behind the couple and cut her off to the rear.

Billy and Stu as well as Bo and Brahms walked in front of them and the four of them kept looking back at her. She was clearly aware of the grinning and whispering and it made her uncomfortable.

Next to her and Eddie walked Freddy and Pennywise and she heard the rubbing of the blades and the popcorn smell of the clown. It was a strange mixture between dust, blood, musty and dirty hung the sweetly tantalizing smell she loved as a child. ,,Like a stupid animal," Pennywise muttered and the balloon on her wrist magically moved slightly left and right.

The way out of the church compartment was much too fast for her and she felt nervousness taking over her body with every step. It was horrible to run towards her fate without being able to do anything.

The only thing she prayed for was that they wouldn't all jump on her at the same time. Otherwise she would probably prefer the jump out of the window or her husband's knife sooner than she thought.

The move to the main building was barely visible but she knew from the small twitch on Eddie's hand that his anticipation was rising. ,,Almost there, sweetheart" she heard the dirty giggle of Bo who let his eyes wander down her form.

It wasn't until they turned into the hallway and she recognized the door to her room where she fainted that she tried to escape his grasp. ,,Please-please don't no," she begged Eddie who had a firm grip on her hand. He stopped abruptly and looked at her in confusion.

His eyes shone a strange mixture of incomprehension and confusion. ,,But darling, what is it? I promise it will be beautiful. Just think of the children, they will look as beautiful as you, my dear," he tried to cheer her up in his own way.

At the word children, she looked at Eddie, startled. I'm as good as dead, was all she could think of, and fear gripped her. She knew that if she didn't kill herself, it would come out later anyway, and then she would be of no use to the murderers. ,,I-ehm..." she stammered, but fell silent and hung her head slightly.

The light flickered in the hallway and the shadows of the eleven people looked monstrous. She was the Lamb, and the others were the big bad wolf, snarling and licking its teeth at the meat. All at once Eddie's hand stroked her cheek and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.

But the look that was confused before was now fixating as if he didn't want to let her go. ,,Honey are you still a virgin?" he asked her and a smile that reminded her of obsession scared her.

Before she could even explain the situation, the dream demon interrupted her. ,,My little one is certainly not a virgin anymore, sorry to spoil your fun," came from Freddy who gave a dark chuckle and his face came out from under his hat.

Suddenly Eddie let go of her and took a step towards Freddy.His expression changed completely and he seemed to be completely out of it. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Anger and aggression seemed to have completely taken over his mind.

Without warning, he lunged and tried to hit the older man. Freddy dodged with a grin and the blades came out of one of Eddie's knives. This is my only chance she thought with a jerk, dropping everything but the knife she was clutching and running past the distracted killers.

In fact, Michael and Jason seemed to be expecting her and tried to grab her. She ducked and her hands clutched the white dress which tore at her legs with a jerk.

She heard Eddie shouting something after her, but she just kept running.

She felt ironic about the whole situation. A few hours ago or more, she didn't know, she had already run away once and now she was running around again in a broken wedding dress.

It was cold and goosebumps formed on her skin it was uncomfortable she hated it. She ran as fast as her feet could carry her. But she knew she had to get to the elevator to reach the top floor to find the exit and get to her car.

A tour of each floor was like a tour of wherever you started, you would always come back to the elevator, or so she hoped. So she ran on, clutching the knife and still unsullied, no blood on the blade but that would soon change.

She heard footsteps behind her and she knew it was all just a matter of time until they had her. ,,Come back now, darling!" she heard the cry of Eddie, who had apparently left Freddy earlier than expected. She thought for a moment, but no matter how many times she went through the scenario, she never had a chance against any of the eleven. Especially against the clown she was as good as powerless. She would not get her fear under control here.

She turned the corner and she hoped that it would not take long until she came to the elevator. But when she heard a crack in the wall, she gulped.

It's Brahms, she thought, and walked away from the wall.It was true that she might not be able to do anything against the killers, but she had to at least try to escape, otherwise it would be the only thing she would ever have known.

As said before, Brahms came out of the wall with a leap and tried to grab her. However, since the girl was too far away, he reached into the void. ,,Come back to me, I'll be good too!" he assured her, but his tone became vicious and she sobbed.

Her lungs and legs were racing and the fabric of her dress was getting more and more ragged from the poor sewing. When she arrived at a room she knew that hiding and waiting was the best option. She closed the door and walked backwards into the room. But it was dark and she could not see her hand in front of her eyes.

She was only aware of her own heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. The knife was still held convulsively. ,,My little one, come back to your husband," she heard it whisper before a tongue ran across her cheek. She recoiled from Freddy and ran toward the door, knocking over a stack of chairs to block the way. ,,You really think little Y/N is going to stop me, stupid girl?" he shouted after her, laughing which increased her heartbeat.

She ran on and prayed that she would finally reach the elevator.

She was hardly aware of the spider webs around her until she began to get tangled in them and they began to cover her arms and legs, and she cut them with her knife. ,,My...wife, there you are, come to Pennywise," the redhead quipped, and she ducked away under a claw. ,,Leave me alone you miserable clown!" she screamed at him and tried to hit him with the blade as she couldn't find any other way to get out of here. Only when she saw the clown's glowing eyes did she back away in fear. He began to drool as if he were feasting on her performance.

,,So juicy and delicious come here my Y/N" he demanded and made a leap towards her. Out of survival instinct, she raised the knife and held it protectively in front of her. She heard the tearing of cloth and bells followed by an amused giggle.

When she looked, the knife was up to the hilt in the clown's chest and a misty mass came out. ,,This has all become much more interesting. Run, my wife, entertain me. Come on, run!" he shouted at her and in one movement the spider threads disappeared. Pennywise took a step backwards and escaped the blade before disappearing into the darkness. ,,What's going on here?" she muttered and looked around. Everything the clown had brought had disappeared, but she was glad that he had let go of her.

She made a relieved noise when she saw the elevator a few meters ahead of her. She slammed the grate of the elevator shut and let herself fall against the wall before pressing the button for the top floor.

But startled, she opened her eyes when she heard a familiar voice. ,,Darling, come here now. Come back to me...now!" Eddie shouted at her, his hands shaking the elevator. ,,I-no, please go away," she stammered, pressing herself harder against the wall of the elevator. ,,I'm not done with you yet. You're not going to break up our marriage!" he called after her before the elevator went up.

Trembling but relieved to finally get upstairs, she breathed in and out. Everything will be fine, just don't lose your nerve, she reminded herself, knowing that if she did get out, therapy would be the best thing for eternity. But when the elevator stopped on the second floor, she frantically pressed the button to continue. ,,It didn't work like that, sweetheart.

You see, the old thing took a while, you know, for the patients. Now come here," came from Bo who was pushing his way into the elevator. She screamed and dodged Bo before catching his hand with the knife. ,,Oh we're gonna get you my bitch," he said before running after her.

She ran again, afraid it might be her last moment. Briefly she turned her head and saw that Bo had slowed down, but she didn't know why. ,,Vincent grab her," she heard and wondered. But when she turned the corner and two knives with a dragon handle bored into the wall in front of her head, she looked at the wax figure maker in panic. The black-haired man emerged from the darkness and Y/N ran on, feeling him coming closer with each step.

Only when she felt a pain on her arm did she cry out. Vincent had thrown one of his knives at her and it had left a bleeding gash on her arm. Only the clang of the knife could be heard as it fell to the ground. The warm blood ran down her arm and began to soak the dress.

Under other circumstances this would be astetic, but in her present case she had nothing but disgust and fear for it. She ran around one of the many corners before skidding over an overturned table and looking back, gasping. She breathed a sigh of relief when she couldn't see Vincent in the dim light.

Slower than necessary to avoid toppling over from exertion, she continued through the second floor. She knew that each floor was only a circuit, but it still seemed so long to the elevator.

The knife was still in her hand with only a splash of Bo's blood on the blade. Better him bleeding than me she thought to herself and held the wound on her arm. Only now did she look down at her dress with distaste. After it was torn, it went down to her knee and some scraps of fabric were hanging down. What was once pure and innocent was now torn and stained.

She stopped and her eyes searched the darkness as she heard grunting, almost animalistic noises.

,,Thomas" she whispered and started to run, and only a few moments later the sparks of the chainsaw lit up the hallway. Despite the fact that the machine was heavy and she herself could not hold it up for long, Thomas seemed to have no problem chasing it through the halls. The sound of the chainsaw rang in her ears she hated it.

It was loud and she knew one hit with that thing would probably be enough to cut her in half or completely incapacitate her and then she would be done for. ,,Stop it Thomas please!" she begged as she felt the metal almost against her back. Suddenly the sound of the chains turning stopped and only the whirring of the engine could be heard. Y/N continued to run but looked back as if her words had stopped him.

But this was not the reason why she backed away and almost tripped over her own feet. ,,Jason" she whispered and the man with the machete looked down at her.

For a moment she thought he would leave her alone, just like Thomas. But when Jason went for his machete and lunged, she cried out. As best as she could, she rolled to the side before she pulled herself up and dodged the machete again. The machete got caught in the wall and Jason seemed to need a moment before he could come at her again. She took her chance and ran away again. ,,Come on, just a little longer," she reminded herself, making a delighted noise when she saw the elevator. She jumped in, pressed the button and was relieved to see that the system had caught up again. Just in time the elevator rose and the machete and the two knives flew towards the elevator but bounced off with a ringing sound and fell loudly to the floor.

She shakily took her hand away from her wound and saw that it was also now full of blood. She almost lost the knife and wiped her slippery fingers on the white fabric. Calmly just through the top floor and then out of here. You're back home and then everything will be fine she thought and a few moments later the door opened.

Slowly at first and then running, she ran through the upper floor. The air was cooler up here through the demolished windows but she didn't care. She breathed in the oxygen and was glad that she got some. ,,Hey beauty come here. Yeah, come join us, let's have some fun and watch a movie," purred the voices of Billy and Stu, the two older ones seeming to make fun of her insecurity.

Only when she cried out in fear when she saw the two with the Ghostface masks coming out of the darkness towards her did they run towards her.  ,,Please let me please!" she screamed at them and she screamed again when she was grazed by two blades. The knives of the two had hurt her even if only slightly on her shoulder, which was slightly open because of the dress. ,,I'm going to have so much fun my new Sidney" Billy said and Stu only made an annoyed noise. ,,She's ours, Billy ours!" snapped Stu, his jealousy clearly audible.

Fucked up but Interesting relationship, she thought, although there was no worse time to think of such a thing.

She looked back at the two of them and saw Billy stop his friend. They mumbled something and took off their masks. ,,The shadow will get you darling" Billy called after her and they both stopped before waiting in the darkness. The shadow. She thought about it, but her thoughts were too confused for her to sort them out.

But it didn't matter, she saw the exit and pulled the last reserves out of her. She sprinted out as fast as she could. She saw her car, which she had parked behind the barrier, untouched. But there was no greater joy than seeing the vehicle. She had a consumed grin on her lips as she stood in front of her car. She reached for the door's opener and faltered. It was locked.

She tried again, but when she realized she needed a key, she reached into the void. ,,The key, the damn key," she muttered and her fist collided with the glass. Hissing, she pulled back, but stopped when she saw someone standing behind her in the reflection of the glass. ,,Michael" came like a breath over her lips before the man cut her off with his hands.

The knife in her hand was held trembling in front of her and she looked up at Michael in fear. He was breathing loudly as if he was exhausted no rather excited but why she did not know and that made her afraid.

One last try she thought to herself and she took it in her stride to run all the way home. She gripped the knife tighter and stabbed at Michael's chest.

But with a speed she would not have expected, he grabbed her wrist and held it so tightly that she dropped the knife. The killer leaned down and came closer, but Y/N jerked away.

His hand ran over the wound on her arm and she hissed. He paused to watch her for a moment before his hand went to her hair. ,,Please let me go," she pleaded softly. His head turned slightly and behind the mask the two eyes watched her.

With a jerk he had grabbed her head and with two blows against the car she sank unconscious from the force into his arms.

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[caressedribs]

Y'all look at what my friend got me for Christmas

[alomone]

Just asking something really quick, should I write more about Thomas Hewitt?

[salems-slashers]

About Me/Rules and Regulations

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Hello everyone! My name is Salem, and I (ofc) adore slashers and writing. So why not combine them!

Slashers I write for:

Francis Dolarhyde (any movie/show/book)

Hannibal Lector (any movie/show/book)

Bo Sinclair

Vincent Sinclair

Michael Myers (only og version)

Jason Voorhees

Freddy Krueger

Tomas Hewitt/Leatherface

Billy Lenz (original)

Ghostface (Billy Loomis/Stu Macher/Mickey Altierie)

Tiffany Valentine

Kurt Kunkle

Pinhead

Norman Bates

I'll add more if I can think of them. Otherwise, feel free to ask about someone if they're not on the list :3

What I won't write for:

I will not write anything for any kind of illness, physical or mental disorders. I just don't feel like I am good at writing that stuff. Maybe it will change and I will take it off this list, but for the time being it's going to stay on.

Male readers

Any request where the reader has a super detailed description (although if it's vague it is OK, for instance: "x reader with really long hair" is absolutely OK!)

Anything akin to Pedophilia or incest

Piss or shit kink, or anything else like it.

What I will write:

Headcanons, fics, or drabbles. If you are requesting something, please let me know what format you want it in.

Smut, NSFW 🔞, or NSFW alphabets

Fluff is always good too lol

I'm not super good at angst but I would like to get better at it, so it is on this list

Anything that isn't on the previous list is OK to request. Although if I feel uncomfortable with an ask I will reserve the right to delete it or leave it unanswered until I feel better about writing something for it.

[ash-2-ash]

I haven’t really written anything in about a year, but kinda wanna get back into it, so I thought I’d start again by just writing little blurbs. So yeah, this is 65 words of a gn reader in TCM, I guess. I’m a better artist than I am a writer so please be gentle 🥲

You and your friend are running through the woods frantically, the revving of a chainsaw quickly catching up to you. “Was it worth it, Y/N?!? Getting us all killed so you could have a chance at getting some serial killer ass?!?”

“YES!” you yell back at your friend. “Zero regrets!”

Your friend turns to you appalled. “We’re all gonna *die,* Y/N!”

“Worth it!”