#leatherface x stretch

[iennoganan-aha]

Been thinking about my boy recently, I adore him so much 😭😭 and of course I had to draw my wife

💕Stretch💕

So yeah, I grace you with my doodles /j

[craftyuworks]

fem!Bubba

get you someone who looks at you like Bubba looks at Stretch

[lienohr]

kaibutsu

[cocainegoth]

(𝑅𝐸𝒜𝐿𝐼𝒮𝒯𝐼𝒞 sexual) 𝒮𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓊𝒷𝒷𝒶 🦇 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈 🦇

— TW: Violence, Cannibalism, SA, Thoughts of su!ic$d3 —

(pls send in recommendations or requests)

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• Stretch regrets seducing Leatherface at the confrontation she had with him in the radio station because it put her in more danger than she already was in. She didn’t do it because she was genuinely attracted to him it was the only thing she could do.. this man was 6’4 and weighed more than her wielding a chainsaw. Stretch was nothing compared to that monster of a man it was her only choice to survive but this went downhill and made Bubba fall in love with her.

• Bubba was so confused at the weird feeling he had in his pants that the little lady on top of the tub of ice and soda made him feel it was so confusing. It throbbed and felt so hard his poor body didn’t know what to do since he had never been taught or even knows what sex is. But humping himself against his chainsaw made it feel better gosh how pretty the tiny woman was. Bobby (Chop Top) always put her on the radio every night they were big fans of her show. He always wondered what she looked like since the lady’s voice was so pretty soft and gentle.

• Drayton refused to let Leatherface keep his Stretch but somehow he managed to convince him to keep her with him but got a beating afterwards for almost getting caught by the outsiders. They kept her in Bubbas room since it was his problem to deal with.

• Stretch craved to run away from him he was so hideous and disgusting to be around, what made her stomach turn even more was his mask that was made out of human flesh. She would never love a monster like him even if he hung up the moon and stars just for her. Stretches uninterest hurt Bubba anytime he went near her.

• it kept frustrating him the weird throbbing in his pants it wouldn’t go away making it hard for Bubba to work with the family. He would go near Stretch for affection at times but she would just avoid his touches and kisses never returning them back he had to beg her for some love. He was like a lovesick puppy easy to manipulate. Drayton was aware of this…how Stretch has him wrapped around her little finger so he would make Leatherface “discipline” her to learn her lesson.

• She refuses to eat dinner making Bubba upset it was hard to defend his girl from the family. If he did they would make him hit her again he hated taking his big hands to strike her delicate little body she was like a doll to him. She would whimper and cry begging for it to be over from the pain, Bubba didn’t even realize how strong he was. He would cry silently afterwards he just felt so bad harming Stretch but he had to do it to please his family.

• when he gets attention starved by Stretch he tries to dress up for her (Maybe if she finds me handsome she’ll give me some love) he’d put on his navy blue suit and his beautiful mask but still nothing from her. If he gets to desperate he rubs himself at night fantasizing about his baby rutting against him whimpering about Stretch kissing his lips and calling him a good boy (something he never hears from his family). Oh if she just let him love her his pretty girl, his precious lady.

• Bubba loves it when Stretch sits on his lap wether it be the both of them watching TV together or her just eating an apple in the dinner table he likes holding her in his arms it makes him feel happy having her small body against him.

• Stretch tried to run away for the first time it was late at night and Bubba was in a deep sleep next to her. Silently she slipped out of his arms and out of the sheets where she tipped toed to the door trying to turn the door knob silently as her trembling hands cautiously pulled it forward please don’t make a noise please don’t make a noise her inner voice told her being as quiet as possible. She looked back to see Bubba fast asleep his mask was off he hated her seeing him with his mask off. But he did this since it was hard to see his figure during the night it was the only way he could sleep comfortably. Stretch was aware of his insecurities but looking at Bubba sleeping softly made her feel a little bad she knew he was in love with her. But another thing she had to realize was that if she sticks around longer she might be a new mask for his collection the family might get bored of her and kill her off. She bursted through the door in her underwear only barefoot and cold making a loud noise as the door slammed against the wall. Waking up Bubba he pulled Stretch closer but then realized something was missing she was no longer in his arms. He panicked looking around the room to realize she had gotten out of bed and ran through the door he quickly put on his mask on and got up. He was so heartbroken that his love tried to leave him he couldn’t let her go not yet. Is his affection not enough? Bubba feeds her, takes care of her, bathes her, cleans her, and all he asks is for Stretches love. She couldn’t give him that? He quickly got down the stairs to see Stretch desperately trying to open the front door. All he could see was her chestnut hair along with her soft bare back and blue lace panties desperately trying to open the front door. Bubba ran to her picking up the little body with his hands as she tried to fight back she screamed and bit scratching him and biting but he just didn’t let her go. He dragged her back the bed and the day after got a really bad beating as instructed by Drayton.

• Bubba has really stressful and lonely days most of the time he works in the kitchen all day long butchering meat and crafting. He felt so tired his back ached and his legs hurt from how long he’d been standing up without a break Nubbins, Bobby, and Drayton are out so it was just Stretch and Bubba all alone. He put down the knife in his hands and made his way up the stairs to see her . Steadily he opened the door to find her on the bed taking a nap she was wearing a floral sundress that he gave her off of one of the corpses he found behind the house. Bubba blubberd and whimpered as his erection started to grow he was tired of rubbing himself to her all the time craving her affection that she never gave him. He just wanted some of her love it’s been such a hard day maybe he can take his loneliness out on her. Bubba went on the bed with Stretch waking her up in the process she turned around and quickly scurried away into the corner of the bed in fear of him. He reached for her hesitantly whimpering that he needed her in the moment. His cock was throbbing at this point he just wanted it to go away. Stretch noticed the growing of his pants and his squirming. Bubba grabbed her leg and dragged her towards him she told him to stop but he didn’t listen. He put Stretch in front of him standing his shakey hands reaching out to caress her cheek but she just moved away. Why won’t she love me? He thought to himself he’s been taking care of her this whole time now it’s Bubbas turn to be loved. He begged her to take her dress off for him gently tugging it so she could slip it off he wanted her so bad just this once? He whimpered for it to be removed it was like denying a treat to a puppy. Stretch didn’t know what to do what if she denied it to him? He would probably beat or even worse kill her…what if there’s no choice? The day she slept with him was the day she wanted to end it all. He couldn’t be gentle at all especially since he was a giant man making love to a small woman that didn’t realize the harm of his own strength.

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This is my first fanfic so PLEASE do not judge..😭🙏

If you have any recommendations for TCM please let me know! <3

[spookedlev]

Okay, I’m stupid and desperate. PLEASE if you have any songs that you even vaguely relate to Bubba x Stretch, tell me! The only ones I can think of are Lovers Rock by TV Girl, Can’t Help Falling In Love by Elvis (which I saw in a post on here), and maybe Saturday Night by the Misfits.

[nastyatticman]

a “would this be fucked up or what” dark slasher romance idea (canon typical violence & depravity)

something where Y/N is on the road with friends and their NPC boyfriend who they’re on the verge of breaking up with

they get lost, happen upon the Sawyer house, and all are killed - except Y/N. you’re spared because one of them has taken a liking to you.

Leatherface keeps you chained up in the room next to his. he visits you dressed in his grandmother persona to feed you and clean you and switch out the bucket in the corner.

later in the night, he comes back wearing his sharp navy suit and most beautiful mask… and yet you still reject him.

it frustrates him, but he soon comes up with a solution.

meanwhile you’re just biding your time and trying to get a grip on what the house sounds like. how to tell who’s where in case you escape.

you hear your captor’s heavy footsteps descend the stairs to the first floor, then it’s muffled before you hear him head back up, a bit slower. in his room, an old sewing machine whirs to life. he didn’t strike you as the creative type, oddly enough, but someone has to have made the morbid decorations in every room of the house

a while later he comes back to see you. his shirt is unbuttoned part the way down, tie loosened, he’s wearing a new mask.

he settles down next to you to get you to admire his handiwork - he’s sure you’ll like it, even if it was a bit rushed.

but instead you just don’t say anything. you don’t even plead with him to go like before, just look at him with wide eyes and breathe shakily.

he’s expecting an answer of some kind, and your silence just frustrates him further

but all you can think is how you’ll never forget seeing the flesh stretched out, sewn together, a scalp turned into a twisted version of a wig.

this morbid costume, you realize, is the last you’ll ever see of your dead boyfriend.

[ryujiinxx]

"i did not care for bubba x stretch in the texas chainsaw massacre 2"

[murrusauro]

I did this some time ago but here anyway ^^

[delightfulkingtyphoon]

I love Bubba so much 🥺♥️

[strange-birdy-me]

A cannibal with standards. 😂

Drayton, you eat people. I was watching Parks and Recreation. I got to this scene with Andy and April and was like, “I need to draw Bubba and Vanita doing this.” and thus this picture was created.

[iennoganan-aha]

I adore them so much, I think the concept of them is fascinating and idk I’m just in love with stretch so 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

So yummy

[captainamericaswifereal]

FINALLY should I write a *SFW* tword fic between Bubba and Stretch??

[lienohr]

the red means I love you

[laconicenigma]

⁂ Bubba Sawyer x Male Reader

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

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

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

⁂ Headcanons

It doesn’t take that much to swoon Bubba.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

⁂ Scenario

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[wretched-rabbit]

Stretch and Leatherface

Art by Oniyama Mizuki

[hawkinsbanishedhero]

a twisted game of cat and mouse

summary: in which the reader can’t help but feel attracted to thomas even when he’s about to kill them. pairing: thomas hewitt (leatherface) x gn!reader warnings: death, nsfw thoughts, slight gore?? , angst, twisted love (kind of?) word count: 1504

masterlist | ao3 

a/n: loosely set in ‘the beginning’.

[Y/N] never thought that they’d be in this situation, running away from a killer who wore a mask that covered the bottom half of his face. Their heart pounded in their chest as they tried to stay as quiet as they could. Their back was pressed up against the wall of the house that belonged to the Hewitt’s. Not the best hiding spot but everywhere else was so open and would expose them so much more.

Even though [Y/N] knew that they should be way more scared than what they were currently feeling, they couldn’t help but find the chainsaw wielding killer… hot. Did he just kill all of their friends? Yes but the way he towered over [Y/N] made them whimper. Not in a way that meant that they feared him but in more of a turned on way. He seemed so bulky that how could they not feel so heavily attracted to him? Even with half of his face covered up, [Y/N] could still tell that he was very good looking.

The sound of a chainsaw became prominent again and a gasp left their lips. They weren’t as scared as they had been beforehand. But as mentioned before, they were turned on by him. A part of them wanted to get out from their very bad hiding place just so that they could see him again, despite the fact that they would of course come face to face with one another again. The other part of them wanted him to be the one to find them. [Y/N] began to bite their bottom lip at the thought.

All of a sudden, he appeared in front of [Y/N] again. Another gasp left their lips. They pushed themselves up against the wall of the house even more, almost wanting to become a part of it. He took another step forward. As if he was stalking his prey. Which in a way you could say that he was doing just that. [Y/N] looked up at him with wide eyes as he just stood there silently with his chainsaw in his hands. 

[Y/N] wondered how they had gotten this lucky. Well, luckier than their friends at least who now laid dead in various rooms of the Hewitt’s house. They had somehow managed to escape whilst their friends were meeting their demise. [Y/N] knew that they couldn’t get help. There wouldn’t be anywhere to go for miles. They were completely helpless and they couldn’t help but like it. Especially when someone as handsome as the man who stood before them was chasing them.

[Y/N] concluded that something was wrong with them for liking this.

“Wait.” They whimpered. 

He titled his head slightly in question.

“T-Thomas, right?” Their voice was shaky. They had heard the so-called sheriff call him that when [Y/N] and their friends were first brought into the house.

A nod.

[Y/N] suddenly felt brave and took a step forward. Though their hands still shook slightly. Thomas stayed right where he was but turned the chainsaw off. Almost like he was willing to give them a chance to talk. 

“I… I really liked being chased by you.” They admitted, their voice almost a whisper.

Thomas didn’t know how to react to this information. He was a little caught off guard. Someone liked being chased by him? That couldn’t be possible. He was so used to people being disgusted by him and being scared of him. They had to be lying just to try and get out of what was about to happen.

“It was really hot, you know?” [Y/N] continued. “Especially since you’re so big and handsome.”

They reached a hand out to touch his bicep. They had to really stretch to be able to reach him. They could feel the heat of his skin through the material of his shirt. Another whimper left their lips. Oh how they wished that they could fuck him right then and there.

Unbeknownst to [Y/N], Thomas was blushing underneath his mask. He couldn’t help but do so. A voice in his head nagged at him though. They were lying. They had to be. He had been conditioned to see himself as ugly and unlovable. Which is why he wore the mask that covered the bottom half of his face. 

He was a monster and no one was going to see him as anything else.

With a grunt, Thomas nodded his head over to the other direction and lifted up his chainsaw. [Y/N]’s eyes lit up as they instantly knew what he wanted them to do. They felt like they could jump up and down on the spot and excitedly clap.

They thought, in their twisted mind, that he was going to playfully chase them with his chainsaw before they would run off together in the sunset. Or rather sunrise since it was currently evening. [Y/N] had become quite delusional since their time at the Hewitt’s or maybe they had always been like this and it only came to the surface when they arrived here. Either way, they took off running in the direction that Thomas had pointed in with laughter escaping their lips.

Thomas shook his head very slightly with a silent sigh. He couldn’t believe that they had actually fallen for it. People could be so dumb. He gave them a big head start. He knew that he would be able to catch up to them with no problem. He revved-up his chainsaw before he hurriedly chased after them. 

The noise of the chainsaw reached [Y/N]’s ears as soon as it started up. The feeling of helplessness that they had quickly grown to love filled their body once more. Hopefully, when he let them go, they could continue having games like this. 

[Y/N] could hear the heavy thump thump thump of Thomas’ footsteps as he quickly got closer to them. Heavy breaths left his lips that were quickly muffled under his mask. They found themselves growing so much more attracted to him. A smile stayed plastered on their lips as the chase continued. [Y/N] could feel themselves quickly growing tired from running so far and fast. They suddenly stopped as soon as they felt his presence right behind him.

[Y/N] turned to him with a faux pout. “Aw! You caught me.”

Thomas stood there, his chainsaw still going. 

“You were going to let me go.” Their brow furrowed. “Right?”

Now why would they think that? Just because he “playfully” chased them with his chainsaw?

A small shake of his head was their answer. 

“But-!” [Y/N] hurriedly spoke. “You said you’d let me go!”

Another shake of his head. Thomas never said that. He just told them to run. 

“Please don’t kill me! I love you! You can’t do this to me!”

Thomas had had enough of their words. He knew that they didn’t actually mean it (they did in fact mean every word. Though maybe saying that they loved him was a bit too soon). He took a step forward and almost admired how tears trailed down their cheeks as they begged for their life. As if they had the ability to do so anyway.

Thomas moved his chainsaw and cut [Y/N] horizontally right across the middle of their body. Their begging came to a stop once the chainsaw separated the top and bottom of their body. Blood splattered everywhere and their begs no longer filled the air. They fell to the ground, in two parts, with a thud. By the time they had done so, the life had completely faded from their eyes.

Thomas crouched down and got a knife out after he turned off his chainsaw and put it down on the ground. He roughly grabbed their face in his hand and admired how their skin looked. He turned their face in very direction to look at every inch of their skin. He then began to slice away at their skin, completely cutting their face away from their body. He held it up in the sky afterwards and admired it once again. He stood up with a huff and with one hand he held the skin from their face. In the other, he held his chainsaw and their leg. He started to drag their body back towards the house.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. What if they really meant it? Did Thomas suddenly regret killing someone after doing so many times beforehand? He slowly walked back to the house as his thoughts ran wild in his head. Did he just mess up the only chance he had to be loved by someone?

With a heavy heart, Thomas decided that he wouldn’t keep their face to wear. He’d put it up on display in his room. That way they could still be with him, right? And then they couldn’t change their mind about being with him. It seemed like the perfect idea.