#Luda Mae x reader

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ tommy gets jealous | oneshot

♡ fandom; Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003/2006)

♡ characters; Thomas Hewitt

♡ reader; gender neutral

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Well. That depends.”

“On?”

“If you’re free or not tonight.”

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

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

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

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

He perked up a bit “On what?”

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

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

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

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

“…what’s wrong?”

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

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

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

[tac-the-unseen]

Hey how are you doing 👋🏽

I have a request, can you do a Thomas Hewitt x pregnant reader, just pure fluff

I bet that man would be a good father idk

Thomas Hewitt x pregnant Reader Headcannons

@diablosinners

CW: Pregnancy Difficulties, Child birth, Minor misogyny, extremely minor mention of Abortion (Like it's not said but implied)

Minor Angst and Fluff (It gets better I promise)

•When you found out about your pregnancy the first person you told wasn't Tommy, it was Luda Mae

•You told Luda the news and she was delighted

•You were panicked

•Not only was this your first baby, it was an unplanned one

•Your family has a history of trouble-some pregnancies and with the nearest hospital being hours away, this possibilities really frighten you

•Luda had to calm you down and stop you from almost stress vomiting on yourself

•She sat with you as you sobbed and tried to collect yourself enough to make some kind of plan

•You talked about your options and while she was trying to sway to one way, she said it was ultimately your choice

•You both decided to wait two weeks before telling anybody

•You didn't want to get anyone's hopes up just in case something happened to you or the new-comer growing inside of you

•after the two weeks have passed you waited for Thomas to get done working for the night so you can tell him

•When he walked through the door to see you sitting in a rocking chair he was slightly confused

•Normally you're upstairs or in the kitchen

•He wasn't worried it was simply just out of the ordinary

•You got up and guided him up the stairs and into your shared bedroom

•You sit him down and slowly introduce the topic into the conversation before making your rehearsed announcement

•He was silent for a few seconds, just long enough to let your panic sleep into your bones

•A cool chill runs through you and you begin to back petal

•You tell him how long you knew and all the options you have

•You’re quickly to ramble on about how you don't need to have right this minute and you could wait for later down if that's what Thomas needed

•Thomas listens to your quickly and panicked speech for a little bit before gently grabbing your shoulders and turning you towards him

•He leans over and softly kisses your forehead

•He runs a hand down to your stomach and gently rubs the side

•His one gentle kiss turned into multiple fast pecks all over your face.

•He was excited

•It took him just hours to already make plans for what he wanted to do with his future child

•He was comforting you at every turn and freaked out Everytime you bumped into a countertop or a wall.

•Thomas practically stood over you all day everyday

•He wants to always have you in his sights, for his peace of mind and yours

•He brings you drawings of what crib, rocking chairs, and wood carved mobile he wants to hang over the crib

•He lets you watch and values your opinion over everyone else. When asked by other family members why, Thomas points to you as if to say ‘They’re the pregnant one.’

•When you started to show he would occasionally gently lift your belly to relieve you of the weight the baby puts on your back.

•He never really liked leaving the house and normally left that up to his brothers, but he wanted to help with the baby shopping

•he gently holds out baby blankets he thinks you'll like, but keeps in mind that Luda-Mae has be fiercely crocheting baby blankets and sewing baby clothes

•He actually cries when you hold up the little baby booties and compares them to his huge palm.

•He carries all the bags to your car and lets you drive him home with the yellow booties still in his hands.

•You fought hard to let the other Hewitts know you were giving birth in an actual hospital

•Everytime the birth was brought up it turned into a huge argument. “Every Hewitt was born in this house and they will continue to be born in this house!” Charlie and Monty argued

•You kept bring up your side of the family's history and how you're not willing to die and leave the baby with a house full of psychos no matter how much they tried to deter you

•When you eventually went into labor Luda was quickly to Hussle you and Tommy into the car

•Both of them respected your wishes and understood your concerns and allow you to give birth in the hospital a two hours away

•By the time you got there you were 8 cm dilated and every nurse was scrambling to get you a room and a doctor to deliver your baby safely

•It was bloody, tiring, and the most pain you've ever been in but by the time the baby was out you passed out

•They rushed to stitch you up and stop you from hemorrhaging and had to use their hands to assist you delivering the placenta

•When all's said and done your baby was safely in your arms

•Luda brought a camera to take birthing pictures and Thomas was clutching all the baby blankets

•Thomas was terrified by your body seemingly giving out and when informed you easily could have died, He was relieved he actually listened to you and not his noodle brained brothers

•while it was great to have your baby in your arms, you were in desperate need of sleep, so the baby was pawned off to Luda so she could help Thomas hold his new-born for the first time

•That moment was magical for him, and even though his mind was already made up, he knew he would die for this child if it ever came to that

•Luda left the room briefly to use the bathroom and That left Tommy with the smallest human being he's ever seen wrapped up in the hospital’s white with pink and blue striped blanket.

•The quiet of the room was what made him sob

•His sleeping partner and sleeping child all together as a family was enough to break him

•The car ride home a few days later was also silent

•He sat in the back seat with the baby's car seat watching as the hum and the vibrations of the car lull the child asleep

•He did leave that baby’s side for a second

•He was there when the baby cried, when the baby slept, when the baby needed a diaper change, he was there for every moment

•Until His brothers bitched at him to start working again

•Thomas, while wanting to stay with you and the baby, did understand he was the muscle of the house and he had work to do to maintain it

•He worked as fast as he could so he could be with you two again

•You had secretly been teaching your baby to say Dada because you know how hard Thomas is working and how dedicated he is to his family.

•When the child did say their first words ‘Dada’ Thomas actually ran around the living room as a victory lap.

•All that made better by your Child giggling

•Thomas has made toys out of bones, yes they are properly cleaned, he doesn't want to get his baby sick

•Nobody but You, Thomas, And Luda are allowed to hold the baby, He knows how harsh and clumsy his Brothers are and refuses to let them touch the baby

•Thomas isn't normal one to argue with his family but he made a vow to protect you and his children and by God he will kill Monty if it comes to it

•It really won't, But now Monty and Charlie know his serious

Thanks for reading <3

I wrote this fic with a little angst because I feel like every Leatherface x Reader is pregnancy related. I didn't want to re-write what many before me have written so I added minor Angst to at least make it different/Stand out.

Also I'm just not a huge fan of Pregnancy fics in general. Kinda gives me the ick, but I'm not one to disappoint someone who wanted my take of a fic!

[torikengel]

Soo… it’s been a long time. And when I say a long time… eh 3 years. I wanna get back into writing, And I was thinking if there’s still anyone who would want another part of my Thomas Hewitt X reader fanfic “Make me Sway”.

If there’s still anyone interested I will be glad to get back to it, plus I was thinking of writing more x readers (specifically for Wrong Turn & Hannibal TV series).

[needa-sum-luvn]

I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC PLEASE!

thx u :D!!!

It was a thomas hewitt(2003&2006 leatherface) x reader

Basically, Luda Mae was dying, so she and the reader made a plan to get thomas and the reader out of there. so luda dies, the reader comforts thomas, and they pack up and get in a car that actually ran and worked, and thomas and the reader sleep in the car after they drive for a while.

I remember it was very much reverse comfort where the reader was helping thomas through everything.

That's all I remember, and it might not be 100% accurate, but that's pretty much it.

if you know the fic pls tell me!!! :) Much thanks again <3

[slashingdisneypasta]

Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

[soupbabe]

Hey there! I was hoping to request how the Hewitts (Monty, Hoyt, Luda, and Tommy) react to Thomas' s/o saving their lives after a medical emergency, like a heart attack or seizure or something. Maybe the reader was a nurse/doctor before coming down to texas and it being pretty early on in Thomas and the reader's relationship, saving their lives kind of cements them as part of the family. male reader, if you don't mind

The Hewitt Family reacting to Thomas's Male! Doctor! S/o

I love love loved this prompt!! My mind was scattered so I hope you're alright with headcanons 😅 this is def more Hoyt and Monty focussed so I hope you don't mind

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Warnings: not a lot, just like some aspects of homophobia mentioned for like 2 bullet points

- I think you were a saving grace to this family, truly

- we've all seen them play doctor at home and it never ends well

- Especially for Monty

- But you weren't kept around for your medical advice, you were spared because you thought Thomas was handsome

- I think Luda Mae might've been the only one to welcome you so quickly, just because you mattered so much to Thomas

- He was so nervous about it, especially since Hoyt and Monty have been less than kind about you and him

- Their lack of respect definitely stems from some level of homophobia- they definitely view gay men as people who are inherently less masculine and therefore have to prove themselves in order to stick around

- How they treat you is dependent on your worth and work as a man and what you can serve to them

- Though I think everything changes once Hoyt suffers a heart attack

- The Hewitts were all in disarray- it was very sudden and they didn't know what to do (not to mention Hoyt would've been still agitated about the whole thing and how people were acting)

- Until you came in, took control of the situation, and mentioned you were a doctor

- It was all a matter of luck honestly- you were lucky to have a bottle of aspirin in your bag when you first arrived and an AED put in at the old police station

- You had to stay with Hoyt, Monty, and Luda Mae while Thomas ran out and get it

- While your boyfriend was away, you were dealing with making sure Hoyt stays conscious, listening to Monty telling you to hurry up and reminding you to not call 911, and explaining to Luda what was happening

- It was all very hectic and you handled it like a champ tbh

- Afterwards was a very tense couple of days

- I think Hoyt does have a little bit of appreciation of what you've done, he's a tiny tiny miniscule bit of honorable in that regard

- Definitely solidified your place in the family no matter what happens between you and Thomas

- Hoyt and Monty still poke fun and ridicule you from time to time, but it's a lot less harsh

- They recognize the effort you put in to the family and taking care of everyone

- Hell any man is respectable if you willingly volunteer to change Monty's old ass bandages

[bloopinggenius]

Idk if this has be done before or not but to all the writers who do hcs and fics, can someone PLEASE do a fic or hc on Thomas Hewitt. Like this is a request. So basically the reader and Thomas have been dating for a a short amount of time (maybe a couple weeks) and she finds out about their cannibalism. She is filthy, roll in the mud kinda rich so she offers to buy and endless amount of normal meat like enough to last months possibly a year. Maybe she would even buy a whole butchery shop.

Can we please get the family's reaction to it like is it positive, negative you know the works. Please. Also tag me and can the reader also be black. There can be variations of readers.

[notmijalol]

THOMAS WITH A SHY GIRL???

(THIS SONG IS SO THOMAS..)

WARNINGS??/ murd3r, your friends are assholes..

(Thomas uses sign language!!)

When thomas first approached you, he was planning to kill you and your friends. As he watched you and you're friends more he noticed how you used sign language..that made him feel happy. Your friends left you in the van, walking into the small gas station. They was loud making noise and yelling, luda mae looked up in annoyance mumbling a welcome. Thomas watched from a far distance, as to not scare you. You sat there reading a book shoving some more candy into your mouth..Thomas observed you, his large mass slowly lumbering into the small little gas station. Luda Mae watched as her son entered, she huffed. You soon looked up from your book, slowly crawling out the van hoping to your feet. The Texas hit immediately hit you, making you sweat almost immediately..you lumbered toward the small gas station walking into the store looking at the surroundings, you sighed in relief at the cool air. Luda Mae looked up, flashing you a friendly smile. "Hello, welcome young lady.." you signed to her asking where the restroom was, she tilted her head. She then called Thomas over, he came over his massive form towering over you..Luda Mae smiled once more before speaking to the giant male.."Thomas, she uses sign language like you, could you maybe help her out..?" Thomas grunted, looking down at your small form..something about you made him feel a sense of comfort. You signed to him, smiling. *"where is the restroom, sir.."* Thomas looked at you once more, before leading you to the back of the store to the restroom..Thomas observed you, he thought you was beautiful..you looked back up at him, your friends approaching. Your friend giggled putting a hand over her mouth.."jeez one day in Texas and you're already making friends with freaks y/n...fucking weirdo.."* Thomas looked at the girl, he clenched his fist clearly upset...you forgot about the bathroom. Dragging your friends out the store quickly, signing an apology to the tall male. He just stare at you..Luda Mae looked at her tense son and nodded off to him.

Soon night fell, most of your friends was asleep..you looked out the window at the dark night sky. You suddenly jumped at the sound of the van shaking slightly...your friend who was driving looked back at your other friends who was now awake from the commotion. "Fuck..what the hell?? It won't start.."* your friend said, looking at the others with fear. You felt your heart drop..you watched as your friends climbed out the small van, you looked up hearing a chainsaw in the distance..you climbed out the van looking back, a big shadow was visible in the distance...it got closer and closer..until a large male approached your friend, all you heard was screams..everything was a blur until suddenly you looked down seeing your friends bloody corpses lying on the ground. You tried to scream, nothing coming out of you're mute voice...thomas looked up at you the chainsaw coming to a halt...

YALL LMK IF U WANT A PART TWO???

[thewolffairytaler]

A kiss from me little sheep - part 7 | Thomas Hewitt x female reader

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Summary: Anathor day at Blair Meat Co, anathor day where the people in the slaughterhouse are cruel towards Thomas. Thankfully, the little sheep is having none of that. She maintains chewing out the employee for his behaviour in a more professional manner. This makes her avoid bringing trouble for herself. Thomas is filled with gratitude over it, and when he wants to thank her properly, he happens to kiss her out of impulse as a way to show that instead.

Parts: Eight, nine, ten, & eleven.

As she stepped back into the bustling confines of the slaughterhouse after her three-day absence, the female secretary felt a wave of mixed emotions wash over her. The familiar sounds of machinery and the sharp tang of metal tinged the air, and the sight of parchment strewn across her desk reminded her of the mountain of paperwork that awaited her. After a brief catch-up with her boss, she dove into the myriad of forms - invoices, contracts, and employee records - that had piled up in her absence. Each page turned added weight to her return, but she was determined to prove her resilience.

Once the documents had been filed and passed onto her boss, a slight sigh of relief escaped her lips. However, the relative quiet of the office was shattered by the indiscreet voice of one of the factory workers echoing down the hall, tossing crude insults at Thomas. She glanced over at her boss, whose expression was unfazed, as if this verbal assault was just another mundane occurrence in their gritty workplace. In this environment, tolerance for such behaviour was the norm; many had learned that it was simply safer—both socially and professionally—not to intervene. Thomas, for all his size and strength, had a reputation for being emotionally driven, which made the covert hostility directed toward him even more uncomfortable. The secretary found herself trapped in a complex web of workplace dynamics, knowing that in this place, power and vulnerability danced a delicate tango beneath the harsh fluorescent lights.

The atmosphere in the office was tense as the female secretary glanced over at Thomas, her heart sinking at the sight of him being insulted by a male coworker with a scruffy beard. She had always appreciated Thomas’s dedication and hard work, and witnessing the arrogant man belittling him was more than she could bear. With resolve, she pushed her chair back and made her way down the workplace, determination in her stride. As she approached, the chatter around them faded into silence; it was clear that her presence commanded attention.

Confronting the bearded coworker, she spoke firmly, her voice cutting through the bravado he displayed. "This isn’t a schoolyard, and your childish antics have no place in our workplace," she chastised him, her tone unyielding yet measured. She reminded him of the responsibilities they all shared within the slaughterhouse and how focusing on their tasks was essential for both productivity and professional integrity. “If you continue to waste time with this nonsense, your allowance will reflect that," she added, raising an eyebrow to emphasise her point. The man shifted uncomfortably, the dismissal in her words leaving an undeniable mark.

She not only stood up for Thomas but also sent a clear message about the values they ought to uphold in their environment. Work was about respect, collaboration, and dedication, not petty insults. Thomas remained silent throughout the exchange between the two. He simply stood there, a look of confusion etched on his face, his hands fidgeting nervously. She gave Thomas a reassuring look when the coworker wasn't looking as she then walked back to her desk in the office area, Thomas couldn't help but follow her gaze. He watched from above as she resumed her work, a sense of relief washing over him. He had no words to express his gratitude, but in that moment, he felt happy that she cared enough to protect him, even though she didn’t have to. His heart swelled with that unfamiliar emotion he felt with her from yesterday.

The butcher had, of course, muttered angrily under his breath before moving on and going back to his work, an acrid mix of frustration and disbelief swirling within him. Who did that woman think she was, prancing into his business and critiquing his methods as if she were some kind of noble critic? Blanche DuBois, she certainly wasn’t, draped in her fanciful ideas and a deluded sense of superiority. To him, she was merely an intruder in his world, one who dared challenge his authority over the animals he handled, unaware of the gritty realities of life in his trade.

"He's just a dog," he mused to himself, gritting his teeth as the echoes of her disdain reverberated through the shop. He wasn't even the first person to disrespect that dumb animal; the whole town had indulged in laughter and mockery over the years. Yet here she was, aiming her arrows straight at him.

The hours seemed to pass more slowly than usual, as he counted down the minutes until he could finally see her again. Each tick of the clock felt like an eternity, stretching the fabric of time into a tapestry of longing and anticipation. When the clock struck five, he could feel a surge of exhaustion wash over him, a reminder of the long day spent in the busy slaughterhouse, surrounded by the hum of machinery and the sharp scent of meat. His hands were sore and rough, calloused from hours of toil, and he absently traced his right palm with his left thumb, feeling the grooves and ridges that told stories of relentless work.

As the other butchers filed out, eager to embrace the sunny afternoon and leave the day behind, Thomas felt a pang of isolation. They exchanged laughter and plans for the evening while he lingered, anchored by a lonely hope. He glanced over at (Y/n), who was briskly gathering her belongings—a flurry of papers and pens that seemed to mirror his own disharmony thoughts. There was something captivating about her determined efficiency, and for reasons he couldn’t quite fathom, he felt an inexplicable urge to follow her outside. Perhaps it was the gratitude bubbling within him, a need to acknowledge her small act of courage in standing up for him earlier that day. He wanted to thank her, to let her know that her small act of good will had not gone unnoticed once again. But as he stepped into the harsh sunlight, he questioned whether he would find the right words to express the gratitude swirling in his heart.

Thomas followed her to the door, his massive frame almost blocking her exit. He wore his leather apron, stained with a mix of blood and other viscous substances. The stench of the slaughterhouse wafted around him, and his shaggy brown hair hung in front of his face, obscuring his disfigured features. Thomas reached out to grab her arm, the sound of the chain dangling from his belt clinking loudly. She got a bit startled by his action. She did see him come and stand close to her, but she didn't expect him to suddenly hold on to her like this.

"Um, Hewitt. Is there something you need?" Thomas’s deep blue eyes met her gaze for a brief moment, a hint of a needy plea in them. His expression was a bit difficult to read with that half leather mask on his face, and he let out a guttural grunt, not knowing how to voice his gratitude. He clumsily fumbled with his apron, feeling the dried blood on the chlothing as he hesitated. Finally, he let go, offering a faint nod as his face contorted into a grimace, unsure of how to express his gratitude for her help. The discomfort on the outside was palpable, and he shuffled away. His thoughts were filled with a strange mix of desire, confusion, and a newfound curiosity, as he thought of heading back to the safety of his family's home.

But before he could do that, she reached out to hold his right hand so delicately that her touch a whisper against his skin. It was as if she sensed the storm brewing within him, the anxiety that threatened to consume him. The warmth of her hand wrapped around his ignited a flicker of calm, grounding him in that moment. Thomas was caught off guard; their relationship had always been around the edges of friendship, never quite daring to cross the line into something more. He had never considered that a simple gesture of comfort could evoke such powerful feelings within him.

In a moment of impulsive clarity, driven by an overwhelming urge to convey his gratitude and vulnerability, Thomas turned to face her fully. He moved both of his hands to cradle her cheeks, his palms trembling slightly as he cupped her face in his warm hands. Her eyes widened, surprise mingling with something deeper, something that stirred beneath the surface. Leaning in, he closed the gap between them, heart racing in anticipation, and pressed his lips against hers in an unpracticed kiss. The softness of her lips, the unfamiliar taste of spontaneity, sent a shockwave through him, leaving her frozen on the spot. Time seemed to stand still, a jarring contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling around them, and in that fleeting moment, everything changed.

A sense of warmth and comfort overwhelmed him, as if he had stumbled upon a missing piece of himself. He lingered on the kiss for a moment, unsure of how to proceed but unable to break away. When he finally pulled back, his breaths came out in ragged gasps, his face flushed and uncertain. He looked at her, a mixture of longing, vulnerability, and confusion visible in his eyes, as he awaited her reaction to this unprecedented act of intimacy. She had blinked in a silent shock for a few seconds before she felt her cheeks turn roses too, going all the way up to her ear tips.

"I uh... I'll see you tomorrow, Thomas." That was the first time she had ever used his first name, and she hadn't even realised it until she completely left the grounds of Blair Meat Co. Thomas watched her leave, a mix of emotions raging through him. Pride and embarrassment, vulnerability, and protectiveness. The unfamiliar feelings left him both exhilarated and unsettled. A slow smile crept across his disfigured features as he began to understand the depths of this newfound connection.

Returning to the safety of his family's home, he found himself lost in thought, replaying the events of the day. The kiss, the unexpected use of his name, all of it seemed to mark a shift in his world. A world where his existence was always miserable or unfulfilled. As Thomas sat down for dinner with his family, he couldn't shake off the memory of their unexpected encounter. Luda Mae, his mother, noticed the change in him and asked about his day. He didn't say anything about it, only mentioning his mundane work at the slaughterhouse again. As if no matter how many times they asked him, it was going to be the same thing all over again.

From Monty's perspective, he noticed the subtle change in Thomas’s demeanor during dinner, but he couldn't pinpoint the reason. His face was flushed, and his eyes were fixed on the table. Monty, being the most observant of them all, thought it was perhaps due to the heat in the room, but he didn't want to pry. He continued eating his meal, trying to ignore the uncomfortable atmosphere in the air. Charlie, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice anything unusual. His focus was solely on shoveling food into his mouth, barely uttering a word. The only thing that mattered to him during dinner was filling his stomach to capacity.

Later that night, when everyone retired to their rooms, Monty couldn't help but wonder about Thomas's strange behaviour. He couldn't shake the feeling that something momentous had happened, something that could potentially disrupt the fragile balance of their lives

Author's note: I should be doing other things, but since I'm so easily distracted by everything. I decided to write an anathor part of this story again. Also, there aren't many parts left until it ends, and I'm still debating over having a happy ending or not.

[limehaspassed]

Trepidation

(Thomas Hewitt x GN Reader)

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In which you inform Luda about how you stumbled upon the town.

TW: Death, Mentions of Guns

Chapter Three

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Chapter Two

Humans held the ability to do many things whenever they’ve been placed upon death’s door, things that they would normally not participate in. These actions were typically performed on the brink of death, when those shadowy waters had submerged all but the head in its icy grip. It was during these moments that humans let go of their morals and took on a more animalistic nature.

It was during a moment like these that you had found yourself with bloodied hands and a bruised shoulder.

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Music blared throughout the car, the bass vibrating the seats and shaking the air. Voices sung along, screaming the lyrics and banging large fists down upon the steering wheel, as the car made its way down the long Texas road.

“Are you sure we’re going the right way?” You asked from the back, voice competing with the music. The music won, the driver of the car not even sparing you a second look. You grumbled and crossed your arms, staring out the window.

You hated this car, you hated the loud music and the man behind the wheel. You didn’t want to be here, you wanted to be home but family road trips were meant for family. You are twenty now, you should have more say in what you wanted to do, however, your parents didn’t care about your age. To them, you were still a mere kid, one they could still push around for the hell of it all.

“Stupid fucking music.” You muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as another screamed lyric came from over the speakers.

Your parents began singing together, voices lining up to somehow make the music even louder. Clasping your hands over your ears, you tried to block out the noise but there was no stopping it. Out of habit, you bit down hard on your lip, drawing blood from the abused skin.

You tried to ignore it, to just keep your thoughts to yourself but you couldn’t do it anymore, especially when they started singing together. Turning forward, you reached in the front and turned the music all the way down, earning an annoyed groan from both parents.

“What do you want, Y/N. You’re ruining the moment.” Your mother asked, her tone sour and dismissive.

You frowned and shot her a pointed glare. “Do you even know where we’re going?” You asked in a demanding voice, tired of their bullshit. You knew they had no clue where they were, it was worrying how carefree they were about the situation.

Your mother turned around sharply, her eyes livid and set aflame with an all too familiar rage. “Who do you think you are, talking to us like that? We are your parents, treat us with some respect and of course we know where we are going”

“This isn’t an attack against you, I’m not meaning it like that. Now, drop your pride for a moment and answer the question properly, where are we going?” You seethed, biting down on your lip harshly as you awaited a reply.

Your father, a hell of man, was the next to speak, his rough voice coming out in a cruel manner. “Who are you to question us? You were the one that got us lost back in Louisiana. Now, why don’t you let the adults do the navigation since you’ve only proved to still be a child.” Your father shot a glare at you through the rear view mirror, his eyes dark with an anger you were far too used to seeing. “And don’t touch my music again, you’ll pay for it next time.

The music was turned back up after that, a deafening noise that caused your eardrums to throb. Your eyes burned with hot tears that threatened to fall down your face. You hated being here, you wished you could leave but knew you couldn’t. Where would you go? What money would you use? You had nothing to help you out here, nothing at all to take you away from this hell your parents enjoyed.

The chorus of a song came on, your parents resuming the duet you had ruined for them earlier, their voices somehow louder than before. You shrunk down in your seat, eyes focusing on the road right outside your window, the road getting smaller by the second. Your heart dropped as you realized that your father was drifting to the left hand lane.

“Pull o-“ You were stopped by the sound of a car horn going off moments before the car collided with another.

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You took a moment to pause in your story, your heart racing and tears welling up in your eyes once more. The next part of the story was one you hated, one you wished wasn’t true. Your hands clenched and unclenched as you resisted the urge to run out of the room. You didn’t have to stay, you didn’t have to tell Luda everything, but you owed it to her for her generosity.

“Dear, are you alright?” Luda asked, reaching a hand out and placing it on your knee, a supportive gesture that was meant to be comforting. She could tell something was wrong that the crash wasn’t the worst part of the story. Her heart ached to hear that such a horrid thing could happen to someone as sweet as you.

You gave a slow nod, about to continue your story when Thomas walked in, two glasses of water in his hand. He handed Luda one then came over to you, holding it out in front of you for you to take. You gave a grateful smile, quietly thanking him as you took the glass in your hand. Thomas gave a small hum before taking his leave.

You drank the entire glass of water before starting your story once more, your mouth hesitant and words tentative. Guilt and fear pooled into your stomach, causing your stomach to churn as your voice described a scene you could only describe as a living nightmare.

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The sun blared down above you, causing your vision to go white as you opened your eyes, giving way to dancing dots until your vision finally cleared up enough to access the scene. Before you, fallen over the side of the road was your father’s truck, his wheels pointing to the side, scraps of metal scattered all about.

Somehow, you had made it out of the car, the only injuries you sustained were a few scrapes and bruises. However, as you approached the truck and rounded its front, you came to the horrifying realization that your parents weren’t as fortunate.

Trapped under the vehicle with wounds all about, your mother laid on the ground, her eyes barely staying open. Your father was still in the car, completely passed out, his head hanging low and chest rising with agonal gasps. They were both fighting to stay alive but you knew that they wouldn’t make it, no one could come out here in time to save them.

Salty tears ran down your cheeks, your throat burning as you screamed at the scene, your brain trying hard to process the intensity of the situation. Your parents were dying, both in painful ways, and no matter how much you hated them, you didn’t want them to die. There was still a small, naive, piece of you that loved them. A piece of you that cried out in pain at what you knew needed to be done.

In the glove department of your father's truck was the weapon you needed, a gun powerful enough to put them both at ease. Your heart tore itself in half at the situation, with every shot of the gun came another rip in your shredded heart.

“I’m sorry, Mom. I’m sorry, Dad.”

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Luda was taken by surprise by your story, a few tears of her own welling up in her eyes at the story you told. She moved closer to you and pulled you into her arms, holding you close in a motherly hug. “I’m sorry my dear child. Oh how the best of us are always placed in the worst situations.” Luda practically wailed, her voice holding more emotion than your own.

You could only lean into the hug, needing that extra comfort. You were lost, truly and completely lost. You had nowhere to go, no one to turn too, and nothing to live off of. The only thing you had was your father’s gun tucked away in the bottom of your pants, away from anyone’s eyes.

“What do I do now? I have nothing.” You asked, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric of Luda’s top, she held you in a rather tight grip.

Luda pulled away slightly from the hug and gave a pitiful smile. “You could stay here for a bit. I could always use another female and Thomas seems to have taken an interest in you.” Luda offered, her words a bit too eager for the situation.

You thought about it for a moment, wondering if it was okay to trust a woman you just met, however, you ended up accepting the offer. Besides, where else could you go?

“If that’s alright. Thank you.” You replied to which Luda smiled warmly.

“It’s quite alright dear. Now, how about I show you around the house? You’re going to need to know more than just where your room is located.” She changed the topic, effectively shifting your attention to something else.

With a quick nod, you agreed with Luda, allowing her to take you to different parts of the house. As you made your way from room to room, you could only hope that you didn’t just make the biggest mistake of your life.

“Just don’t think about that right now.” You told yourself, pushing your own thoughts to the side.

For the rest of the day, you tried your best to keep yourself preoccupied, making yourself useful wherever you could. Luda was thankful for the help, always thanking you for it every chance she could. The appreciation warmed you up a bit, a response you weren’t used to at all.

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Part 3/11

[m4x0w311]

Ok so, there is this slasher fanfic series that I was and still am obsessed with and I’ve searched high and low and I cannot find it. Ok so it had RZ! Micheal Myers, his sister (named angel), y/n (sibling of the Sinclair brothers), Hewitt family and more but that’s the main gist. Thomas and Vinnie were gay and in love and near the end the reader develops a crush on Michael Myers, their best friend angel’s brother. Idk why but I loved it so much and I need help finding it.

[medicslover]

In Your Bedroom

THIS IS 18+ !!!! NSFW !!!!

Cross-posted on AO3! The reader is very clearly a self-insert of myself, so be nice! these are MY personal headcanons for Tommy, in which she is transfem and a lesbian, sorry man likers. Do not envision a genderswapped Thomas when reading this please!! My version of Tommy is not going through a transion besides growing out her hair and is happy with the way she looks. Think of canon Thomas with longer hair instead. Have fun!!

Summary ~  Tommy and the reader cuddle while they play Splatoon 3 and then bone.

Warnings: Breeding and sickeningly sweet fluff 

Word count:  1647

Dry Texas heat sticks to your skin, even with the ceiling fan on full blast you are no match for the sheer amount of heat. Thomas, the gentlelady she is, crept downstairs to get you the strawberry Monster you had brought over earlier today to share. The little game system rests in your hands as you wait to be placed into a match, quiet music falling upon deaf ears. You lean back, looking up at the decorations hanging from the walls, and you notice Ozzy staring into the inky depths of your oh-so-edgy soul. Giggling at that thought, you look back at the game; a little pinging noise rings out, Finally!

The internet here sucks ass, you had to have been waiting for at least 5 minutes, but that doesn't stop you from trying. (even if you get kicked out and temporarily banned for an hour.) The match starts, and you can hear the creaky bedroom door open, and the trademark heavy footsteps mixed with the shuffling of their feet against the floor.

"Welcome back Pookie!" You squeal quietly as she sits down next to you on the bed, placing your respective can of Monster on her side table. her face crinkles at the nickname you bestowed upon her. They start typing on their phone, so you go back to killing other players with Aerospray spam, successfully team-killing all four enemy players.

"RAAAAH!! eagle emoji, eagle emoji, eagle emoji, fire emoji, American flag emoji!" you exclaim, making sure to be careful with your voice to not wake up Ms. Luda Mae in the next room. A robotic feminine tone rings out into the quiet room shortly after your outburst,

"Shark attack in the aquarium, shark atta- shark attack in the aquarium, sha- shark- shark attack in the- shark-" you look up at Tommy, her phone in her hand, spamming her TTS app. She looks so proud of herself, a smile playing on her lips like she wants to laugh. They look so pretty like this, leather mask abandoned from her face, scarred cheek on display, you can see into her mouth through the hole. She's missing her nose but it doesn't seem to take away from her beauty. her scarred cleft lip twitches as she notices your staring, smile faltering for a moment.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was staring directly at you." You exhale, feeling the warmth of fresh blood rush to your face, you can only hope that the red fairy lights strung from the ceiling can hide it. Looking back at your game, you check the map. The opposing team managed to infiltrate your team's base while you were AFK. With only a few seconds left, you accept your defeat and place the Switch down on the bed next to you. You look back up at Tommy, she's watching you carefully, "You're just really pretty, sometimes I can't help myself, and I space out when I look at you. You know I think you're the prettiest person I've ever been with, right?" you clarify, you lean into her, pressing your face into her meaty shoulder. God, I love this woman. you think, inhaling her honey-like scent.

"You're too sappy. I love you." The robotic tone spits out. Tommy's large hand wraps around your wrist, the one with the matching half-heart pendant to hers. She brings your wrist, and attached hand, up to her face, Pressing her lips against the back of your hand. She begins their little routine of treating you like Morticia Adams, herself playing the role of Gomez. She trails kisses up your arm feverishly, only stopping momentarily when she gets to the sleeve of her T-shirt. You laugh, letting yourself be manhandled by your girlfriend. She reaches for her phone again, "Nice shirt." The monotone voice rings. The voice was right, it is a nice shirt, especially because you stole it from a very pretty lady. It hangs too big on you, even being a bigger person yourself, like a dress more than a shirt, it has the Slipknot logo printed on it.

"Thanks! You'll never guess where I got it," You giggle. Thomas continues her kisses up your neck, craning down to meet its height. She moves up, kissing where your face meets your ear, trailing to kisses all over your face. She lets out a dramatic airy sigh, placing their final kiss on your lips. You lift your leg and use the hand that is holding your wrist to create the momentum needed to fling yourself on her lap. You wrap your thighs around her hips as much as possible, fitting together like a puzzle piece. Your head is right at her chest level because of the height difference, so you lean forward and pretend to sleep, your head in between her very muscly and meaty breasts.

"I'm so in love with you, Tommy." You lift your head to look at her, a small smile playing on your lips. Her eyes light up, and she softly wraps her arms around your waist. She stares down at you for a few moments, tilting her head as if that would help her read your mind. She tests her luck, rolling her hips in an attempt to grind into you. "Oh, um, if you're asking if we can do that then it's a yes!" you squeak, quickly adding, "Only if you want to though! I didn't mea-" You're cut off by her face smooshing against yours.

She rolls you onto your back, towering over you as she takes off her tightly fitted shirt, and slips out of their jean shorts. They grab their phone again, scrolling for a little bit before the red stereo blinks on with a "Bluetooth connected!"  She smiles with her teeth, showing off her bigger-than-average canines. You're a mess, giggling and blushing and rocking side to side from where you lay, giddy with excitement and sheer love for the dork on top of you. Custer by Slipknot comes on before quickly Tommy lets out a nervous yelp, quickly changing it to No More Tears by Ozzy Osbourne.

"Nice save," You giggle, Tommy is quick to glare and bare her teeth, pushing up your (her) shirt and biting down on your plush stomach. You let out a yelp, attempting to cover your stomach with your hands, but Thomas is quick to catch them. Grabbing both wrists in one hand, she takes off your (her) shirt carefully, making sure your hands can't escape her grasp. She uses one hand to slide your pink and white skull-and-crossbones shorts and underwear out from under you by lifting you. All the while you just can't stop giggling, She's so cute when she's like this.

She places her open hand between your legs, finding your clit with two fingers, she swirls around it gently for a few seconds before checking if you're prepared for her. She deems you adequate and lays herself on top of you very carefully, treating you like glass. She keeps their hand on your wrists, holding herself up some as she finds your entrance with the head of her penis. She pushes in with an audible whimper, burring her head into your neck and biting down hard. Her hair spills over your face, but you're too focused on her being inside of you for you to notice how it tickles your nose and cheeks. She groans into your neck as she starts rocking her hips, rutting into you. Her back is extremely arched so she can even reach your neck with her face.

She removes her face from your neck, lifting herself so she can hump into you better. She isn't even pulling out much, just chasing her pleasure inside of your tight walls. She's shaking with pleasure as she begins to finally pull out and push in normally, taking her open palm and covering her mouth to stop herself from moaning. Hot breaths escape from the hole in her cheek, and so do some soft, high-pitched, and whiny sighs. She grabs her phone in a shaking hand, and over the music, you hear "I want to breed you." in that same monotone voice. You know exactly what she wants to hear.

"Please? Will you breed me, please?" You whine, bucking your hips to meet hers. She quickens her pace, and soft slapping flesh sounds surround your ears. She lets go of your wrists and lifts your legs to her waist, motioning for you to keep them there. She slides her knees underneath your thighs and ass, holding you in a Breeding Press. You can feel your release approaching, but she looks closer. Tommy catches onto that fact at about the same time, rubbing into your clit softly with their open palm.

You grab onto the sheets tightly as an orgasm wracks through your body, and Tommy places her hand on your throat with a gentle squeeze. She rocks into you, and something warm spills into you as they keep going. When she's sure she's filled you enough, she collapses on top of you, soft belly pressing into your ribs and abdomen. She's quick to roll off and wrap her arms around you, grabbing her phone once again.

"Are you okay? did I hurt you?" she asks, nuzzling her face into my hair.

"Yeah, I'm okay! Are you?" You sigh with contentment, and she nods, almost purring as she curls around me, cuddling like a human pretzel. I turn my head to face her, placing a few kisses on her face. Her phone still in her hand,

"You looked so pretty begging to be bred, I bet you'll look prettier with my baby inside of you." The monotone voice mocks like it doesn't even know what it's saying.

"God you are such a lesbian, Tommy." You giggle, finally burying your head in her neck and falling asleep.

[angelbarelywrites]

♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded, huffing at you.

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

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

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

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

[impeakcharacterdesign]

Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

[tac-the-unseen]

How would bubba, micheal and hannibal react tk a reader who is extremely shy and has social anxiety . They rarely speak louder than a whisper, are easily scared or intimidated, they struggle to stand up for themself and need to wear headphones in public so they don’t get panic attacks

( if you don’t feel comfortable with the social anxiety you can just remove it and just make them shy, i really don’t mind)

Slashers x Socially Anxious! Reader

Micheal Myers:

•Micheal wholeheartedly doesn't care what you do or what you say

•If you never want to speak again, cool

•If you never want to speak to a human again, great

•If you never want to leave the house again, even better

•And that's totally not his possessiveness talking

•He has no problem going out and stealing groceries from neighbors if you're not feeling up for the task

•Stay home as long as you need

•He really likes to just have you around

•He would love to have you stay in all day and watch old cartoons

•in conclusion: do what you want

Billy loomis & Stu macher:

•It's fair to say Billy and Stu have enough voice for the three of you

•If they know you well enough, they'll fill in the blanks for you

•Do you whisper when you talk? Cool, They practically scream (eh? Eh? :D)

•You originally thought that your party animal partners wouldn't like you ditching their parties

•But that's both true and false

•Yes they would love to have you there, But if you don't feel comfortable you can just stay in Stu’s room

•Also there is less of a chance of you being hit on

•(totally not because they're possessive everything)

•If you need to wear headphones in public, Stu will ask if he can decorate them with stickers

Thomas Hewitt:

•He’s not anxious so to say, he just can't say anything and his appearance often frightens people

•It's almost perfect that you don't want to leave the house, that means you can focus on cleaning and general house maintenance with him!

•He has brothers to go outside

•Don't want to talk? He doesn't talk at all, perfect!

•He is perfectly content with you Just existing!

•He wholeheartedly believes your perfect and made for him

•Luda mae accepts you into the family immediately

•She shows you the ropes and has enough chatter in her for the both of you!

•shows you how to knit and crochet if you don't already know

Bubba Sawyer:

•When he first met you he was a little confused on why you weren't talking

•But then he finally came to the conclusion that you're just like him!

•He too is shy and has a hard time communicating

•safe to say he gets very excited to find out there's someone else like him

•despite how anxious you are he introduces you to all the family immediately

•You quickly become his new obsession

•He wants to know everything about you, do you share similar interests? Do you share the same family values? Were you raised similarly?

•everything

•His brothers are very pushy and if you struggle to stand up for yourself, He'll do it for you

•Bubba didn't come to play!

•Chop acting too aggressive? He gets runs away with his tail in between his legs When he sees Big Bubba making a beeline in his direction

Sinclair Brothers:

(Putting them all together because the response is basically the same)

•there's no one in Ambrosia except the three of them and the occasional tourist

•And they'll be damned before they let you go near randos

•Don't feel like talking? They live with Vincent, who doesn't speak at all. You'll fit right in

•want to go outside, but not really? Go to Bo’s Shop or take a ride in Lester's truck!

•All the boys are just happy you're giving them some ounce of attention

Billy Lenz:

•Omg! He gets anxious too! You guys have so much in common!!

•Don't want to leave the house?

•Fabulous, stay up in the attic forever

•You can steal food from the shared pantry and never have to talk to anyone ever again

•While he does offer to have sex multiple times, he is content with you just being there (just remember how clingy he is)

•teaches you how to sneak through walls and hallways to go unnoticed by the sorority sisters

Brahms Heelshire:

•Perfect

•His absolute dream

•Please don't ever leave

•Really, who's out there that you need to be talking to?

•Everything you need is right here

•Let the grocery boy leave the bags at the door, he'll get them once the guy leaves

•Therapy? If you need someone to talk to he's always available! Why on earth would you need to go and talk to somebody else, A stranger even!?

•No no no! You're all his!

•You're his best friend, you can't go! He won't let you!

Hannibal Lecter:

•Two ways this could go

1) He tries to help you overcome your anxiety

2) He wants to make it so bad you never leave your room

•If he decides to help you that would include him taking you to all his parties, Operas, running errands, and walks around the town

•If He decides to make it worse He'll telling lies about people's reactions, lie about people not liking you, tell you that you should just stay home so he (The only one that loves you) can take care of you

•Hannibal is not below manipulating conversation to make it sound like you're unlovable

•He'll make an elaborate birthday party for you just to invite no one and say that they all didn't show up because they don't like you

•Hope you're ready to spend every day being reminded that you're so unlovable and unwanted!

•God, aren't you so lucky to have found the one person in the world willing to be around you!?

Will Graham:

•He's antisocial, He wants to stay home too

•He has no problem playing ‘provider’ While you handle the dogs

•He'll bring over the leftovers from Hannibal's dinner parties

•He does suggest you see Hannibal to work out some of your problems, But leaves that up to you

•He will occasionally try to pull you outside and take a nice walk or go fishing

•Don't feel like talking? Don't, problem solved

•He doesn't want to talk either

•Need headphones in public? Cool, whatever

The Lost Boys:

•with everyone in Santa Carla having big and bold personalities, finding someone that will really just wants to be left unnoticed makes them even more noticeable

•The four of them spotted you immediately

•Once they get to know you They offer you a ‘tour’ of the cave

•by tour they mean, “It's really so cozy and comforting! Do you want to stay for the day? Perfect”

•They immediately rope you into living with them, And because of how anxious you are there's no one else for you to talk to

•David loves to think of himself as a provider

•If you do end up wondering outside, You have scary dog privileges x4 (Paul and Marko have both barked as a joke)

•You always have at least one big scary vamp at your hip

•want to just sit with the bikes while they run around? Okay, No one touches their bikes anyway.

Thanks for reading <3

[milkteahood]

texas heat

Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader

Warning: smut! minors dni!!!

Summary: basically a smut with a plot

Sweat broke on your forehead as you wiped it still half asleep. It was terribly hot to even rest. As your eyes opened and started to adjust to the darkness around you, thoughts about the whole situation were still fresh in your mind. How long has it been? You thought to yourself. A few months maybe? 4? 5?

You stopped counting the days after the first few weeks. What for anyway? It wasn’t like you were ever leaving.

***

“Come on boys! We are completely lost!” your friend spoke, gesturing with her hands.

“It’s fine! It’s all good. A little detour” the driver laughed without a care in the world.

“That’s right Sam! Stop being so difficult. Look, Y/N isn’t saying anything” the other guy talked from the passenger’s seat.

At the mention of your name, you looked up from your book, and then quickly got back to it. You weren’t actually reading, but they weren’t paying attention to that. If they did, they would’ve seen you didn’t turn any page in the last 5 minutes. Pretending was just a good excuse to be out of this circus of conversation.

You didn’t consider any of them your friends. And you were sure they didn’t think of you as that either. They were Sam’s friends. And Sam was your friend out of convenience, just as you were to her. You wanted to travel, and she didn’t want to be the only girl on the trip.

“Come on Y/N!” Sam started “whose side are you on?”

“Maybe we should stop and ask for directions” you finally raised a point.

“Yeah? And where the fuck would we stop for that?” the driver asked “there is nothing around here!”

A sigh escaped your lips and you finally put the book down, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, you pressed your finger on the window, gesturing in the distance “there, it looks like a house”.

Little did any of you know this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.

***

Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the little clock on your nightstand. 11:30 pm it said. It wasn’t that late, yet you couldn’t remember when you fell asleep. Realistically, the only one still awake was Thomas. The thought of that made you freeze in place. Oh yes, you thought to yourself again the summer isn’t the only reason I can’t sleep.

Another sigh left your lips. You didn’t think you would end up in this situation. Spared by a bunch of cannibals for the sole reason you smacked the driver when he started insulting Thomas.

***

“Hello?” the driver’s friend… Jason? Jack? Jeremy? J something. You couldn’t remember. Your name memory was never your strongest suit.

“Hello?” J began knocking again. And a second time. Just before knocking for a 3rd time, a woman opened the door.

“Yes? Who are you?” she spoke.

“Oh hello ma’am!” Sam approached “we are completely lost. We were wondering if you could give us any directions”

Luda Mae looked all of you up and down before speaking “come inside. You will die of the heat before you get any directions”

The boys looked at each other and you looked at Sam. But ultimately decided to follow the lady inside.

***

The memories were still fresh and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life. As you lay on your back, looking around the room, you felt your heart skip a beat as another thought made itself apparent. Thomas. Or better said. Your crush on Thomas. In the past month or so, you tried your best to get close to him. You offered to help with everything and anything he needed. Yet, he did his best to avoid you. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly why. He was absolutely terrified at the idea you’re just fucking around. Lying. Being nice to him so he wouldn’t kill you.

“For fucks sake Thomas. I was nice to you even before I knew you butchered people for a living” you whispered yelled alone, in your room.

***

“So kids, how did you end up here?” Luda Mae asked, trying to see if you would make a good addition to the Hewitt meat supply. Were you going somewhere? Was someone important waiting for you? What was the chance of people coming to look for you? Those were important questions that needed answers. They couldn’t risk killing someone that could potentially lead the police to them.

As the conversation was unfolding, the driver and J became more and more impatient to leave, and your head cocked when hearing some footsteps. Before you realized it, this massive man was sitting in the doorway, breathing heavily, not saying a word.

“Oh Tommy! Look! We have guests” Luda Mae said, looking at her son. Thomas was tall, a huge man, his apron covered in blood.

“Oh fuck! What the fuck is that? He looks like—” the driver said but didn’t get to finish whatever insults he was going to spew because you smacked him.

“Just shut up. For once. Not everything revolves around you and your daddy’s money. You can’t just speak this way to people” you said, while he looked you completely shocked. No one has ever dared speak to him that way. Let alone slap him.

And that was the moment Luda Mae decided you would be the only one left alive.

***

The floor was cooler than the bed. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so dark you could barely see, only managing to make out your silhouette. You stood there for a while, thinking of what you should do.

You liked Thomas from the moment you saw him. You tried to befriend him but all he did was ignore you. On the occasions he actually had to interact with you, he looked so tense, like he was on the verge of exploding. You tried to give him space, but it wasn’t really helping. And now you were pacing around your room, unable to sleep because all you wanted was Thomas. The man who killed your “friends”.

What the fuck is wrong with me… he’s a murderer, his whole family is crazy.

Yes and so are you. I mean, you’re not running. You think he’s hot. This man could dismember you in a heartbeat and you think he is attractive. Talk about fucked up.

You frowned at your own thoughts. Thomas wasn’t a monster. He did what he had to. Yet what was your excuse? Falling for him?

Your heart started racing. Yes, you were falling for him.

After what seemed like an eternity, you went out of your room, down the stairs and into the living room. You stopped in front of the basement stairs and listened. Thomas was definitely still down there and it was now or never.

In the basement Thomas was still butchering some meat, not hearing you walk in over the sound of his cleaver. He didn’t like you coming there, he always thought you would judge him, mock him even.

“Thomas” you spoke, your voice making him stop with the cleaver still in the air. He lowered it and turned to you, not saying anything.

“It’s late Thomas. Maybe you should call it a day” you spoke softly, almost afraid to startle him.

You didn’t get a response. Then, he just turned around and continued what he was doing.

This made you frown and it hurt a little. Maybe he was not liking you as much as you liked him. Maybe he didn’t like you at all. However this couldn’t be further from the truth. He did like you. A lot. Which is why he was so scared to be around you.

You bit your lip, a little too hard, and decided to approach him. The second your hand touched his arm, Thomas completely froze. His body was incredibly tense and all he managed to do was look at you.

“Did I do something to upset you?” you tilted your head “you always seem to ignore me. I’m sorry if I upset you at all”.

Thomas’s wide widened. You were apologizing to him? What for? You thought he was mad at you? But how could he? He grunted back at you. In the beginning it was very difficult to understand him, but now you could make up the words he was saying. He said no.

“Well then what is it?” you pressed him, gently rubbing his arm. His eyes looked like they could come out of his head, immediately shifting his gaze away from you, almost shaking.

“Thomas, Tommy, oh no” you reached for his other hand which was still tight around the cleaver. Gesturing for him to let it go, you managed to turn him so he’d face you. “You’re ok. Everything is ok” you said, looking at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. I’m sorry. I will go upstairs” you gave him a bit of a sad smile and turned to walk away. Yet, you didn’t get to take two steps before he stopped you. As you turned to him, he gave you another grunt. Stay. This one meant stay.

Both of you were blushing. Your brave girl facade paled the moment you felt his hand around your arm. Compared to him, you were incredibly tiny and for that, he treated you as if you were made of glass. Because to him, you were.

You stepped in front of him, both of you looking at each other. You learned to be gentle with him, maybe even more gentle than he was with you. Because unlike you, he never had people not be terrified of him.

Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands, which caught him off guard, but he didn’t stop you. For whatever reason, you were here, you didn’t try to run away, and you were kind to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning into your touch.

“Tommy?”

He opened his eyes, waiting for you to continue.

“I really like you, Thomas”

His now open eyes were widened, staring at you, almost looking through you, waiting to see any shred of dishonesty. But there was none. You were genuine. He then couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. How could you like him? No. He didn’t care. You liked him. And he was going to take it.

He didn’t realize some time passed without giving you an answer, which caused you to mumble another apology. He, however, didn’t let you finish. You soon found yourself in a hug. A very tight hug. Which you happily reciprocated.

After pulling away, you both looked at each other and without much of a second thought, you pulled the other into a kiss. It was reckless and full of built up frustrations on both parts. You were the first to pull away.

“Thomas.. it’s difficult to kiss you with that mask on”

He didn’t say anything and looked away. He didn’t want to show you. There was finally something he had and showing you his face might ruin it. He grunted a no.

“Please..” you pleaded while cupping his face again.

He damned himself for being so weak around you. You looked sad and a little disappointed. He let out a huge sigh and slowly took off his mask, letting it fall on the floor and completely avoiding your gaze. Whatever disgusted face you made, he didn’t want to see. Only if he looked to see it was not disgust but love.

“Fuck me you’re handsome” was all you said before pulling him in and kissing him again. He looked like a deer in headlights, but quickly melted into your kiss, picking you up and placing you on his workbench.

Your legs were wrapped around him, your hands pulling at his hair while he was tightly holding you by your waist. You felt his erection press against you, so you pushed yourself closer to him, which caused Thomas to grunt and moan into the kiss.

Thomas was the one to pull away this time, spending some time admiring you. Slowly, you started to unbutton his shirt “you can help me with mine if you want” you said a little flustered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Once you felt his excitement, you knew Thomas was coming out of his shell. Soon enough yours and his shirts were thrown on the floor, and you were making out on the cold and hard workbench. You didn’t care, you also didn’t care that his grips wound leave bruises. You just wanted him. He cupped your breast, gently squeezing, earning himself a moan from you and the confirmation that he is doing it right.

“Please Tommy” you whined between kisses, tugging at his belt.

He wanted to so bad. But what if he hurt you? He had no what what he was doing. But how could he resist you? His whole body was shaking, you were begging him to have sex with you. Him. He pulled away from the kiss and quickly undid his belt and pants, making himself moan as he pulled his cock out. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Thomas naked in front of you. You look off your underwear and pull him into another kiss.

You didn’t think much before starting to palm his length, causing him to moan into your mouth. Thomas started thrusting as you were stroking him. He could cum just like that, but you wanted more. And he did too.

As your back rested on the cold table, Thomas climbed on top of you, neither daring to break the kiss. You couldn’t even wrap your legs around him, a detail he found really cute. He pulled away from the kiss only to look at your expression again. Was this really ok? Is this really what you wanted? You looked so beautiful and so turned on. Rubbing yourself against his erection was all the confirmation he needed before slowly starting to push his cock into you.

Feeling him inside you completely knocked the air out of you, immediately kissing him again, moaning into his mouth. Your figure, your voice, your shaking body were making Thomas go feral. His grunts on the other hand made your whole stomach feel hot. Thomas was thrusting into you, firmly holding your waist with one hand and supporting himself up with the other. Your arms were wrapped around his back, face buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans.

He was hitting all the right spots, causing your mind to go blank and your nails to dig into his skin. Once his voice became shakier, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned and he responded by thrusting even harder. It was almost as if your every moan was making Thomas go more feral.

His rhythm was becoming more erratic, signaling that he was getting closer.

“It ok Tommy” you said between moans “I want you. Fill me up, please Tommy”.

Saying that was enough to push him over the edge. After a few more thrusts he came with a low, guttural moan, completely intoxicated by you.

You were both panting and looking at each other afterward. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Were you a dream? No. You were there, smiling at him. Did that mean you were his now? Yes. Most definitely.

He picked you up off of the table, squeezing you close to him. He was still panting and so were you, yet, both happy and finally content.