#thomas hewitt x wife!reader

[sadsatsumahead]

Watching the texas chainsaw massacre as a teenager traumatized my ass. And here you have me falling in love with the cinnamon roll monster????

The Spread - Masterlist

Thomas Hewitt x f!reader SUMMARY: Tommy keeps you for himself and you have various encounters. WARNINGS: I8+ Stockholm syndrome. Noncon -> Dubcon (captivity) PiV, oral, and other acts. Manhandling. Hand kink. Fem/AFAB reader. NO skin mask. Partial leather mask leaves his mouth free enough to do stuff. NO use of y/n. SIZE KINK. Tommy (canonically 6'5") can easily carry and maneuver her. Shout-out to @beefrobeefcal my heft consultant and an amazing writer.

The Spread (3.5k), March 14

The Spread 2 (3.8k), June 27

SLOW. No schedule, no estimates unless the next part has been drafted. Future parts are never guaranteed.

[jimcornflake]

Slashers X Bimbo!Reader HC

A/N: Many ideas. Brain PULSATING with creativity.

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Michael Myers:

- Your constant idiocy never ceases to amaze Michael. When he came to kill you, you showed him in to your kitchen and showed him where the sink was and told him it was leaking, then complimented him on his “plumbing spidey-senses.”

- Needless to say, he did not kill you. It would be the same as killing a kitten with no legs: pointless and unchallenging.

- Once you found out who he was, you were scared of him at first, trembling in every limb as you asked him if he was going to kill you. He shook his head no and you smiled at him brightly and cheered.

- He loves you for your sugary sweet personality. He may look cold and unaffected but inside he enjoys how you dote on him despite his lack of ability to reciprocate.

- Bodyguard. When he’s not planning his next murder, he’s your personal bodyguard. He shadows you when you go out with friends or at night.

- He’s stiff and rigid and awkward, but he loves your cuddles. He is unable to relax in to it fully, he’ll never be able to relax fully in to anything, but he melts as much as he can in to your arms.

Thomas Hewitt:

- Immediate love at first sight. Thomas hasn’t ever seen a girl like you before. You’re clean and pretty and you’ve definitely never gotten your hands dirty a day in your life. That last part would have to change, but he hoped you would ease in to it.

- You’re kept in the Sawyer house for an obvious ulterior motive that you are purely oblivious to: to be Thomas’ wife. It was Luda’s idea, but every time he brings it up she pretends to be clueless.

- However, you do end up falling in love with Tommy, as planned. How could you not? He’s gentle and sweet and so considerate. He tries his best to keep you away from the violence of the house, but you do encounter some here and there.

- You’re his comfort person. He’s shy with it at first, denying that anything is wrong with him, but you can see right through it. He opens up to you about his face and how he feels about it, and you stop his thoughts in their tracks by giving him a gentle kiss right on his (not) nose.

Bubba Sawyer:

- If there’s anybody that loves a pretty girl, it’s Bubba! He was absolutely captivated by you and when your group first came around, he intentionally left you for last. When Drayton demand he butcher you, Bubba wrapped his arms around you and screeched and blubbered and cried until his brother relented.

- He makes you clothes! It’s mostly patchwork, due to no access to fresh fabrics, but he definitely knows how to make-do with what he’s given. He likes it when you prance around and show it off, clapping like you’re a supermodel.

- Make-up. Oh, make-up. You and Bubba have a ball together taking make-up from victims and giving each-other makeovers. You found a Polaroid on one of the victims that passed through and now it’s tradition to take a picture together after every makeover.

- There is a lot of cuddling going on between the two of you. You love cuddles, he loves cuddles, and you nuzzle in to one another constantly. If you do it in front of Drayton, he’ll gag and pretend to vomit or shoot himself in the head to make his point.

Bo Sinclair:

- At first it’s all about appearance. All Bo sees is how gorgeous you are and how good you look in everything, everywhere, all the time. But because you aren’t exactly capable of taking advantage of him or his emotions, he starts to slowly open up to you. Especially when he sees how you treat his brothers like normal people.

- You know his favorite routine after a long day of chasing people around his sham-town. Get him a beer, sit on his lap, and kiss on his face. The only exception is when you’re baking him something or waiting for him upstairs naked.

- You test his patience. He knows he’s got a temper-problem but he tries his very best with you. All you want to do is help him, after all, and he knows that. Sometimes, he does have to tell you to walk away from him with a flat expression after you’ve asked the dumbest question he’s ever heard in his life.

- Contemplates giving you his Mama’s ring everyday. You’re the only one who understands his complex relationship with her and how it affects him deeply. He doesn’t like discussing it in depth, but every now and then when you find him in the church in front of her casket, he’ll tell you a thing or two. Just because he loves you.

Asa Emory:

- You’re pliant, obedient, and dumb as all fuck. Yes, it’s very easy for Asa to love you. He never has to discipline you because when you do disobey, it’s on accident. A simple correction and you’re on your way.

- You’re very enthusiastic about his bugs, wanting to know all about them even though you can’t understand a single word this man is saying to you. You like to hold them, even though the way they crawl up your arm makes you giggle nervously.

- The dogs love you. You baby them and kiss them behind his back (he definitely knows) and mourn the loss of them deeply.

- His neighbors love you, too! You bake them things and talk to them and are very friendly, much to Asa’s chagrin. Especially since he knows that it’s mostly gross older men trying to lure you in to their home to take advantage of you. He’s very protective and won’t let you deliver your goods without him.

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[smuthospital]

Eek just thinking about thomas hewitt x kidnapped reader who gets pregnant after a non con night with him and thomas treating them right- like reader making a meal and thomas coming up behind them and having his big beefy arms absolutely encase reader and one hand completely encasing their belly djfnfnf

Here you go~

⭐️Thomas Hewit/ Leatherface x pregnant reader⭐️

Warning: Nothing but fluff (fem reader)

A feel weeks after you were kidnapped by the giant, Tommy, you woke up feeling sick. Unfortunately, you were chained to a pipe next to the bed, so you threw up all over the floor. Thomas heard your wretching and practically ripped the door off its hinges when he barged in. He immediately got down on all fours to help you up and clean your face with his hands, staring at you like you were dying in his arms. Concered whines escaped his throat as he cradled you. "I.. I dont feel...too good.." You mumble. His mother pears in from the doorway, and her face lights up. "Oh my heavens! A new Hewit! I better get my knitting needles out for a blanket!" She cheered as she walked in. Thomas looked between you and her in shock before looking down at your stomach. He was still for a few seconds before he hugged you...a bit too tightly. "Tommy...too tight!" You wheezed, and he immediately let go before nuzzling into your neck. A few weeks later, your tummy began to expand. Momma Hewit has had you helping around the house, training you to be a proper wife and mother. Thomas treats you like a queen. Washes you, clothes you, feeds you, he'd do anything for you. You're beginning to like him back, as much as it scares you. You're in the kitchen making stew when Thomas spots you from the hallway. He'd just finished chopping wood. You look like an angel. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You're wearing an apron that really shows off your cute little baby bump. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, surprising you. You jump a bit in shock and almost drop your wooden spoon. He rubs your tummy as a form of apology. You understand what he's trying to tell you more and more. His eyes crinkle in happiness as his hands encase your tummy, rubbing it affectionately. You smile softly and continue mixing the stew.

[vikkirosko]

Can I request Thomas Hewitt x pregnant wife reader?

Reader is a sweet and kind woman and doesn't really like to participate in the murders, but knows that it's their only way to survive and eat.

One day, she took pity of one of the victims who was held captive and wanted to make their stay a little less horrible, but the victim took this opportunity to take reader hostage.

The rest is up to you.

Thanks

🥩 Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader headcanons Pregnant wife 🔨

Thomas had few people who really treated him well. You were one of those people. You met as teenagers and he fell in love with you obliviously. He was in no hurry to show his feelings for you, so you had to act. His feelings were mutual and after a couple of years of relationship you got married. That's when you found out the secret of their family, but you weren't scared. You saw perfectly well what state your hometown was in and you weren't going to stop Thomas and the people who became your family

You didn't have the determination to kill people, so cooking for the whole family fell on your shoulders. Over time, you stopped paying attention to the fact that you were cooking human meat and in the evenings you spent time with your husband, knowing full well how tired he was. You were genuinely glad when you found out that you were pregnant. It was a big event for your family, and Luda May surrounded you with care, rejoicing that her son would have a child, even though it was difficult for her to imagine herself as a grandmother so far

You spent a lot of time for several months preparing everything for your baby, and Thomas tried to help you so that you wouldn't overload yourself, but when he had too much to do with the victims, he completely immersed himself in work. You didn't know that one of the victims was in the basement. You were just looking for Thomas, but you found a bound, wounded woman who, apparently, was supposed to be your dinner tonight. You weren't sure if the reason was that you were too emotional because of your pregnancy, but you felt sorry for this woman. You decided to release her, hoping that Thomas would understand you and not be angry

You untied the crying woman and wanted to help her leave your house, but she screamed in fright and, grabbing a knife, put it to your throat, holding you with her other hand, but her gaze was not directed at you. Following her gaze, you saw Thomas. Your husband was furious that she put you in danger and he wasn't going to forgive that. He wasn't going to let her die quickly. The woman was much weaker than him and could not decide to actually harm you, so Thomas was able to easily knock her unconscious, and then hurried you out of the basement

When he finished with the victims, he hurried to go to you. You stayed in your room, resting after the incident. Thomas hugged you for a long time, grumbling to himself. He was glad that you were safe. Thomas strongly doubted that he could survive if you and your child died. You were the most precious people in his life to him and he was willing to go to great lengths to protect you and your entire family

[6lostgirl6]

Ayeee bebe can you write something for me where you and your (shitty) friends get captured by the Hewitts and Tommy immediately takes a liking to you and basically begs his mama to not kill you and, seeing as he’s never acted like this about a girl before, she’s says okay. Basically you don’t really care that your friends were killed cause they were shitty to you all the time and you develop feelings for Tommy and you guys fall in love and maybe a part where a victim hurts you trying to get away and Tommy goes full protective murder man mode on them then he fixes you up…….? THANK YOU 🖤❤️

(Un)fortunate Circumstances

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

TW: cursing, bullying, gore, character death, implied cannibalism

You were sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard located behind the dorms of your college. You kept re-reading the letter, hands trembling and hoping that somehow the letters would change and release you from this situation.

It was offically spring break and you were ecstatic to finally spend time away from your friends that has causes nothing but heartache throughout the semester. However, the letter in your hands changed your plans in a second.

It was a letter that offically declared the passing of your grandfather, attached with it was his will, declaring that you were now the rightful owner of his estate and surrounding land in the middle of Texas. When you were a little girl, you used to visit him during the summer to spend time with him. He was lonely since he lost his wife a couple years before you were born and he always looked forward to your visitations. However, it has been nearly a decade since you last visited him and you felt your heart breaking at the realization.

Still, you could feel the stress beginning to build at the problems you would have to deal with over the course of your vacation. Discussing your grandfather's funeral, arranging the estate, decide if you even wanted to keep the damn thing, etc.

As you continued to ponder, you were unable to detect two college girls heading towards you.

"What's this?" You heard before the letters were snatched from your grasp, the delicate paper threatening to tear. "A letter from a secret lover, y/n?"

"Hey!" You quickly stood and turned towards the group, instnatly recognizing them as your college 'friends.'

Tabitha, the leader of your friend group read through the letter as Alex snickered behind her. "Aww, your grandpa died? That really sucks." She said, fake sympathy in her tone.

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. "Okay, Tabby, can I have that back now? That's important." You tried reaching for the letters but Tabitha quickly dodged from your reach.

"Oh my god! You own an estate now?!" She practically screamed in excitement while Alex stepped closer to read the letters in her hands better. "Shut up! We could totally use this for a huge party!"

"Wait, no, no, that's not happening!" You interjected, quickly snatching the letters from her hands successfully which made her glare towards you. "I'm not even sure what I want to do with it. I was gonna-"

"Like, check it out? We should totally go with you!" Alex interrupted, your other friend that was practically Tabitha's sidesick that copied everything she did.

You shook your head and turned to grab your satchel resting on the bench. "No, that's alright."

"No! We insist, you shouldn't go alone, anyways, there could be like murderers or something." Tabitha said, grabbing your shoulders and giving them a little shake. "We wouldn't want anything to happen to you."

'Not like you would care if I died anyway.' You thought to yourself.

Fuller, Texas was ever changeless. Despite how many years it has been since you last appeared, it seemed that not many structures have been replaced. However, when your vehicle passed through the small town, you noticed the lack of civilization.

When you were younger, there were plenty of people that roamed the streets doing their usual activities, now it seemed completely deserted. You were envious at the solitude because your friends have done nothing but complain about the heat and boredom.

"Are we almost there yet?!" Tabitha exclaimed, fiddling with the a/c despite it already being at the highest setting.

Your hands directing the steering wheel clenched, annoyance seeping through your conscious. "We just need to go further down route 17 and we'll be there." You replied, slightly seething at her behavior.

After thirty minutes of driving and preventing yourself from steering into a tree, you have finally arrived at the estate. Throughout the entirety of the drive down route 17, you only drove passed one police car.

The building was old and seemed to be falling apart in some places, however, it looked perfect. You weren't expecting the sudden sentimental feeling to creep into your chest, staring at the building as Tabitha and Alex quickly left the car to run up the porch.

"Fucking hurry up, y/n!" Alex yelled, staring towards the car that you still resided in. "We wanna use the bathroom!"

You sighed to yourself before exiting the car.

However, before you could head up the creaky steps of the porch, you could hear the sounds of sirens and tires disturbing the gravel a little ways down the road.

You turned towards the sound, confusion plastered in your features, noticing it was the same police car that you've seen in town. After pulling up onto the makeshift driveway, the car parked just near your own vehicle. You were slightly unnerved while Tabitha and Alex stepped down from the porch to take their place next to you.

The sheriff turned off the sirens and the engine of the car before stepping out, placing his hat upon his head. "Afternoon, ladies." He greeted, thick Southern accent lacing his words. You quickly noticed the shotgun he pulled out of the front seat before shutting the door.

Tabitha and Alex refused to say anything, a little apprehensive while you continued to stare at him unsure, yet you tried to remain calm at the situation.

"Afternoon! Is...there something wrong?" You asked, watching as he headed towards where you were stationed. You tensed a little, eyeing the deadly weapon as he gave you three a smirk.

"Just making sure you ladies ain't up to no good here." He responded, peering at you over his shades, "Man that lived here passed away recently, from my knowledge he had no family."

"Oh! He was actually my grandfather, I was supposed to look after this place for a while." You corrected softly, lightly pushing Tabitha away as she tried holding your arm.

"Got any proof of that miss...?"

"(L/N). It's in my car if you'd like to take a look, Officer..." You glanced towards his badge, "Officer Hoyt." You replied, small smile.

"Go on then, ain't got all day." Hoyt replied, gesturing to your car with the barrel of his gun. He was starting to get a little hostile and you didn't want to set him off by being slow.

You nodded and quickly started to head towards your car, the officer following behind you while your friends crept along, holding each other. The sight made you want to roll your eyes but you didn't want the man with the gun to think you had an attitude.

"It's in my glove compartment." You informed, unlocking the car and leaning in to take out the letters you safetly kept stashed away.

*Click*

You froze, eyes widening at the distinct sound of the shotgun being cocked and feeling the pressure of the barrel against the back of your skull. You slowly raised your hands by your head, the papers held in your shaky grasp.

"Now, we are gonna take this nice and easy and set you girls in the back of my car. Think ya'll can do that?" Hoyt prompted, glancing at the other girls that were close to pissing themselves. "I wasn't askin' nicely!"

Tabitha was sobbing, gripping on Alex as they both hesitated in going into the police car. "Sir, please-"

Alex quickly chimed in, without a doubt esculating the situation further. "What kind of sheriff are you?! You can't do this!"

"Just get in the fucking car, dammit!" You shouted, frustrated and a little scared that your friends were going to get you killed since Hoyt had no problem keeping the barrel against your head. "Just fucking listen to him!"

"You heard the lady." He smirked, placing down the shotgun. You barely had a moment to take a breath before he roughly grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and drag you to your friends.

Tabitha and Alex quickly stepped back and watched as Hoyt opened the door to the backside and practically threw you onto the seats. With little persuasion, your friends quickly followed.

Hoyt was getting ready to slam the door closed before Alex decided to make one last statement. "You can't do this! I know my rights!" Her words were choked behind the tears that streamed down her face.

Hoyt leaned down slightly, peering over his shades to look at her with a scowl on his face. "You have the right to shut the fuck up." With that, the barrel of the shotgun was pointed right in her face.

Tabitha screamed as the shotgun boomed loudly, Alex's brain matter scattered across the seat and decorating your clothes and faces. As Tabitha continued screaming in fear, Hoyt closed the door and placed himself in the driver's seat. Without another word, he turned on the engine and started making his way out of the driveway and down the road.

You couldn't scream, you couldn't even cry at the situation you were in. You didn't know if you were simply going into shock or shutting down. Yet, the image of Alex's face caving in from the powerful blast of the shotgun repeated itself in your mind on a tangent loop. Yet, you couldn't feel anything other than relief. Relief that it was her, not you.

After a few minutes, Hoyt glanced at the rearview mirror, capturing your gaze as it peered into his own.

"You're an awfully quiet one." He smirked before returning his eyes to the road. "Tommy would sure like you."

'Tommy?'

You flinched as Hoyt abruptly slammed on the breaks, nearly launching Tabitha and you out of your seats. The entire ride, Tabitha had been clinging onto your arm, sobbing into your shoulder as you resisted the urge to push her off you. Throughout the journey, your mind had completely shut down and you were just now able to analyze your current surroundings.

You glanced through the window beside you, pressing your forehead against the glass while Hoyt grabbed his shotgun and exited the car, muttering to himself something you couldn't make out. The building you were parked near was an estate, slightly bigger than your grandfather's. You continued looking around, slightly nudging Tabitha away and noticing a barn along with other structures including a cattle pen and junkyard.

"Thomas, get your ass out here, boy!" Hoyt boomed, slamming the door closed with a slam causing you to flinch slightly.

Tabitha took this moment to make things a little worse, gripping your shoulder desperately and whispering in your ear, "W-We need to get outta here. You and me, we gotta escape." Her tears continued dripping down her cheeks and you wondered when she would finally become dehydrated and keep quiet.

Suddenly, the sounds of revving machinery and a door slamming open and closed filled your ears. The deafening sounds caused you to quickly pull away from Tabitha to gaze through the glass window. You gasped, seeing the behemoth of a man charging towards the vehicle with a chainsaw raised above his head in a threatening manner. You quickly backed away from the window as the enormous being paused in front of Hoyt, as if awaiting instruction.

You realized that this man was Tommy.

You watched the exchange, words from Hoyt muffled and it was hard to understand what he was saying.

"Now I want you to take this pretty bitch," He gestured towards Tabitha, "down to the basement for supper, you understand?"

When the giant man simply nodded he continued, a smirk growing on his face. "I brought you somethin' special, boy. Pretty, young plaything for you since you lonely."

The colossal man hesitated before turning off the chainsaw's engine and making his way towards the car in large strides. Practically ripping the door off its hinges, Tabitha screamed as Alex's bloodied figure was carelessly thrown out of the car. Thomas proceeded to grab Tabitha and drag her out of the car. You forced yourself to wedge away from her grabbing hands in an effort to save herself.

With a loud grunt, Thomas wrapped his arms around her waist and yanked her from the seats, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and rushing away to follow Hoyt's instruction. Her screeches fading away as he entered the house.

You were about to open your car door until Hoyt turned towards you, leaving you frozen as you awaited for your own fate.

'Oh, shit.' You thought to yourself, watching as Hoyt made his way over to your side and yanked the door open. Not even a second later, he grabbed you by the collar and dragged you out of the car.

You struggled to adjust your footing, hopelessly trying to prevent yourself from falling flat on your face. However, the sheer force of Hoyt's rough handling resulted in you resulted in you slamming into the ground.

"Fuck!" You cursed, feeling the stinging sensation on your palms from scraping them against the dirt and small pebbles.

"Damn bitch, you really are we-!" Suddenly, Hoyt's words were cut off with a shout, his grip ripped away from you and you took the time to situate yourself to sitting on your ass.

You gasped a little, glancing up and witnessing Thomas hovering over Hoyt menacingly, breathing heavily and without his chainsaw. Witnessing that, it insinuated that he ran to your aid. "The fuck's the matter with you, boy?!"

Thomas ignored him, turning towards you and bent down to, you assume, to manhandle you like he did with Tabitha. However, you were surprised when instead, he proceeded to check over you.

His giant hands hesitated as he grabbed your wrists to check over your own. The surface of his hands were warm and on the verge of engulfing your own as he checked for any signs of serious injury.

He grunted in irritation, seeing the small cuts on your palms from your fall and giving Hoyt a look. Without bothering to listen to the smaller man's complaints, he grabbed you around the waist and lifted you up. He placed you over his shoulder, more gentle and secure than with Tabitha, hand gripping the back of your thighs to prevent you from falling or struggling in your opinion.

He quickly walked away while you clung onto the dirty fabric of his shirt in slight fear. You didn't know what he was going to do to you or what he did with Tabitha.

As he entered his home, you expected him to throw you down into the basement, however he turned the opposite direction and headed into another room. From your upside-down perspective, you figured it was the living room. He paused in front of the couch, slowly and carefully placing you down on the cushions.

You looked upward, staring at him as he turned to take a seat besides you, breathing heavily and avoiding your gaze, his own towards the ground.

You felt a little sick, realizing you thought he looked attractive in this moment.

You hesitated, not wanting to set him off by bothering him further, yet you couldn't relax until you had some answers, answers for your fate. "Tommy?"

Tommy barely acknowledged you, head tilting in your direction without tearing his gaze away from the wooden floor.

Finally, you could feel the tears cloud your vision, "Am I going to die here?"

Apparently not.

A couple days have passed since you've arrived at the Hewitt house. Survival wasn't necessary too difficult after you discovered your purpose for staying alive.

You were supposed to be Thomas' wife, that much was given when Hoyt kept making horrid jokes that were borderline sexual about you and Thomas' relationship or lack thereof. Despite your 'relationship' just starting, Thomas' been very touchy and overprotective. Whenever Hoyt would bother you, he would grasp your wrist and pull you out of the room.

Currently, you were in the kitchen, taking out some plates to prepare for dinner, taking some of the load from Luda Mae. The rest were somewhere in the house, Thomas most likely in the basement or outside. While setting down the plates on the table, you still felt a little sick. Your mind replaying the traumatic event of eating Alex during your first night here. You shuddered, refusing to remember how much you threw up when Hoyt teased you about your supposed friend.

You gasped, feeling an arm wrap itself around your throat while the other wrapped around your waist. Instinctively, you struggled against the attacker, hoping in vain that you were able to throw them off.

"S-Stop struggling!" You froze at the sound of Tabitha's croaky voice that was on the verge of disappearing, eyes wide. "Y-You need to help me."

"Tabitha..." You wheezed, struggling a little more which only made her grip tighten. "You're hurting me..."

"I-I don't want to..." She whispered and you gasped, feeling the sharpness of something poking your side. You quickly realized it was a knife that she must have grabbed while you were distracted. "But I will if you don't help me..."

"Damn you." You managed to muster up as your friend began leading you towards the exit of the kitchen.

"J-Just listen to me, I wanna leave but you can stay and I won't tell anyone. You just need to let me escape." She glanced around before nudging you to the hallway. "We're gonna leave through the back."

Despite yourself, you smirked as you listened to her instructions and headed down the hallway. The bitch finally wanted to be a badass. As you made your way to the door, that smirk dropped.

Quick as a bullet, you forced yourself against Tabitha, slamming her into the wall with yourself as added weight. Tabitha yelped from the force, struggling to right herself as you pulled away.

"Thomas!" You took this time to rush down the hallway, however arms wrapped around your legs, causing you to slam into the ground. "Fuck! Hoyt, Hoyt!" You screamed as Tabitha tried crawling onto you.

"What in the hell?!" You heard the distant voice of Hoyt from the other room and never thought you would enjoy hearing him yell around the house. "Thomas!"

"Hoyt!" You screamed, struggling against Tabitha as she tried pinning you down. "In the hallway!"

Hoyt appeared around the corner, shotgun in his hands as he assessed the situation. "How the hell you get out, bitch?!" He yelled, pointing the gun at her.

"Fuck you!" She yelled and with sudden strength, she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and bent you back uncomfortably. You paused as you felt the knife press against your throat again. "I'll kill her, I fucking swear!"

The smirk returned on your face, calling her Bluff yet you decided to entertain her. You knew she wasn't a killer and you knew she was going to die here.

The hallway was still, quiet, before a smirk begin appearing on Hoyt's face, lowering his shotgun. "Why don't you tell that to him?"

Slow, booming footsteps behind you made the beat of your heart quicken before the looming shadow of a person shrouded you and Tabitha in darkness. Heavy breathing made your racing heart skip a beat.

"Thomas..." You whispered to yourself.

"What the fuck..." Tabitha croaked before glancing behind her, screaming when she saw the monsterous creature standing over you. "Fuck! What the fuck!"

Using her distraction, you managed to push her off, crawling away towards Hoyt as Thomas' rage-filled groans and revving of an engine filled the air. Pausing at Hoyt's feet, you glanced behind you.

Thomas gripped your friend by her shirt, using his profound strength to throw her against the wall. Using his momentum, he plunged the spinning chain through her chest, her yells turning into fatal screams. Flesh ripped apart and blood spashing everywhere, your friend fell to the ground as your man pulled the metal out from her chest.

Hoyt glanced down at you before returning his gaze to Thomas as the giant man turned off the chainsaw. "Clean this shit up." He left without another word.

Thomas was staring towards the ground where your friend's mangled body was resting. He grunted before turning towards you, his dark eyes boring into your own.

You smiled towards him as he made his way over to you. In that moment you realized, that Thomas was always going to be your protector, despite these unfortunate circumstances.

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let's read and get so high we can't recognize the real world around us !

❥ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝐒 (in order) ★ slashers. stranger things. the peaky blinders. criminal minds. euphoria. the punisher ˎˊ˗

smut, angst and fluff included.

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[ sfw ] okokok! reader x lalala! ethan.

loved the concept, writing and the fic.

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[ sfw - bit of spice ] obsession.

the obsession with her voice is literally everything to me because my voice is rather… man like.

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[ nsfw ] chubby black reader. breeding kink. overstimulation.

i just love pussydrunk! thomas :))

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[ nsfw ] female chubby reader. breeding kink.

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˚₊⊹ NO.1 AUNTIE ✧ steve harrington. ── @erin-bo-berin !

[ sfw ] single mom! reader. steve x single mom! reader. robin x single mom! reader (platonic).

i can literally imagine robin being the funniest auntie alive and i love this.

˚₊⊹ DEVILISHLY HANDSOME MAN ✧ thomas shelby. ── @toomanyfandomsallatonce !

[ sfw ] lots of flirting. kinda dirty flirting. eating.

the flirting throughout had me kicking my feet in the air.

˚₊⊹ EAT YOU OUT- I MEAN ✧ spencer reid. ── @ddejavvu !

[ sfw - bit of spice ] spencer being a complete reck.

the post should say it for its self. just beautiful.

˚₊⊹ HOT WIFE ✧ spencer reid. ── @radiant-reid !

[ sfw ] hot wife! reader x spencer reid.

them sliding it under the table is EVERYTHING that i never knew i needed.

˚₊⊹ MESS OF MINE ✧ aaron hotchner. ── @hotchgirlsummer !

[ sfw ] female! bimbo! reader.

the cutest of this fic makes me wanna just die. i am in love with him. i believe it was written by gods.

˚₊⊹ DO YOU LIKE HER ✧ elliot. ── @eunoiathewriter !

[ sfw ] talks of smoking weed and drugs (duh, it’s euphoria).

i just loved it. thank you for writing this.

˚₊⊹ SHOW ME LOVE ✧ frank castle. ── @captainmarvels !

[ sfw - angst-ish ] insecurities.

so fluffy and adorable i would blush if i could…

TO WRITERS ! thank you for being here and for your wonderful writing. your writing is not only people of color friendly but also beautiful, and really appreciated by everyone. i hope you have a beautiful day, because you deserve it. <33

[limehaspassed]

A Peaceful Reintroduction

to Normalcy

(Thomas Hewitt x F!Reader)

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In which you greet Thomas as he comes back from a long day at the slaughterhouse.

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It was always later on in the night that Thomas got home, his job holding him well beyond what they paid him. He was an honest butcher, a man who made his living by serving other people. It was a grueling and difficult job, disregarding the smell of the animals, the looks he got from others were the most effective when it came to fueling his embarrassment and shame, two emotions that would build into resentment as the years passed.

He would usually come home from work and take a shower, eat dinner, then head to bed. However, that was before, now, things were different, especially with the introduction of his newly wedded wife.

All that resentment Thomas would feel at the end of the day would be washed away the second his eyes ever laid upon her graceful figure. She was a beauty, a gem, in his life. Amidst all the muck and unsanitary conditions in which Thomas was forced to survive in, she was his cleanliness, his peacefulness, and his liveliness. She made his life worth living, she made his hours at the butcher house mean something because he was providing for a woman like none other.

“You can head on home now, Hewitt. The shop is closed for the day.” The head boss spoke in a laid back voice, the slightest hint of annoyance barely peeking through.

Thomas slammed his knife into the table, wedging it between that supple and soft wood. He turned around and faced the boss, giving nothing more than a disgruntled huff. He then took his turn and left the place, heading home to his wife who has been worrying over him all day long.

The road was long and the sun was blazing. He wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, around her smaller frame and hold her so close that he could smell that sweet perfume she always wore-an artifact she kept with her when she moved in. How he yearned for that moment, when his walk was done and he was met with her vibrant smile, that warm and endearing expression.

The sun only grew hotter as night began to fall, emitting as many rays of heat as it could before it quickly fell behind the horizon. The moon replaced the sun's absence, shining in a paler and cooler manner. Thomas liked it when the night would descend, he enjoyed watching the stars and the clouds move up within that vast sky. He would watch them so closely, it sometimes felt as if the stars were tickling his nose, absolutely buzzing with a gleeful joy.

“Tommy!” Her voice came from the distance the second he stepped foot into the front lawn. “Oh, Tommy, you’re home.” She cried with joy.

Thomas watched as she flew down the stairs and ran across the yard, jumping into his arms with a gleeful squeal. “Your home, my dear. I’m so glad you’re home. I’ve missed you all day. We’ve got so much to discuss, so many things to do.” She rambled, squeezing Thomas tightly against herself. She pulled away after a moment and reached a hand up towards his cheek, gently running her thumb over the textured skin.

“You know,” She started, her voice much calmer than before. “I love you, Thomas.”

Thomas nodded and leaned against her hand, an action that caused a smile to erupt on her face. She giggled and eventually pulled her hand away, replacing it with her lips, giving him a gentle kiss upon his cheek, masked in leather.

“How about we go inside and get you cleaned up. Then we can read a bit. I found a new book that I’ve been dying to read to you. You’ll love it for sure, my dear.” She explained, taking his hand and leading him inside.

Thomas simply followed, a lovestruck look on his face as he watched the girl walk before him, a bright smile ever so present on her beautiful face.

“I…love….you….”

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Thank you for reading, loves 🖤

[milla-frenchy]

For @the-blind-assassin-12 march fic madness challenge these are the fics I reblogged this month - by character, then by chronological order

Thanks to the writers 🙏🙏🙏

Joel

Between two lungs @ozarkthedog

Joel humping his bed @ozarkthedog

Cockwarming Joel @aurorawritestoescape

The worst @toxicanonymity

Enjoy the silence @strang3lov3

Plushies x Piss Kink crossover @pedge-page

Sleepy Joel @ghotifishreads

Like it's the last time @aurorawritestoescape

It's hard @toxicanonymity

Untitled @ozarkthedog

Sunrise @5oh5

Joel dealing with preggo wife - Hold it @pedge-page

Sun is going down @janaispunk

Statement @pedge-page

Dirty sexy money @aurorawritestoescape

The wall @toxicanonymity

Stranger in a bar @justagalwhowrites

Wet nights @shellshocklove

At the table @toxicanonymity

Shared room @pedge-page

Happy one year, baby @mermaidgirl30

Puppy lessons @pedge-page

You're in trouble, doll @talaok

Sunshine pt 26 @kewwrites

Perfect strangers part 2 @aurorawritestoescape

Knuckles deep @ozarkthedog

Thirst for beauty @psychedelic-ink

Ensnare @ozarkthedog

Busted and sleeping beauty @toxicanonymity

Breath by breath @ozarkthedog

Run rabbit @mermaidgirl30

Lovers on the run @aurorawritestoescape

Javi

Touch @morallyinept

Baby, I'm-a want you (session 2) @perotovar (Javi x Joel)

Free use orgy with the Narcos boys @flightlessangelwings (Javi x reader x Steve x Horacio)

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby @stylesispunk

Frankie

It's not you @ariundercovers

Push & shove @ozarkthedog (Frankie x reader x Santi)

Acts of service @swiftispunk

Ezra/Marcus

One condition @pedroshotwifey (Ezra x reader x Marcus)

Lucien

The party @aurorawritestoescape

Moaning, panting @iamasaddie

Like a moth to a flame @ozarkthedog

Lucien's chains drabble @ozarkthedog

Din Djarin

They'll find you, burn you @corazondebeskar

Thomas Hewitt (Leatherface)

The spread @toxicanonymity

Billy Boyd

Sunset @aurorawritestoescape

Bonus: Art

Jett's doodles lil' Pedro boys @morallyinept

Raider!Joel trailer @carminepoison

[queendeeshorrorimagines]

Yep looks like mine got ate lol. Idk why but tumblr usually eats my request on the first attempt at sending it.

Anyways, could I prettty please request a hc for Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Mark Hoffman & Nathan Wallace? 🍒

Where he has a s/o who's very doting on him. Like whenever he returns from work/ chasing down a victim she insists on checking him for injuries. And if there are any injuries not letting them do anything else until she's doctored them up. Always making their favorite meals etc?

Slashers with a Doting s/o:

Thomas Hewitt x reader, Bo Sinclair x reader, Vincent Sinclair x reader, Mark Hoffman x reader, Amanda Young x reader, Nathan wallace x reader, Art the clown x reader, Albert wesker x reader, Michael Myers x reader, Billy Loomis x reader, Stu Macher x reader, Asa Emory, Jesse Cromeans

Fem reader

Warnings: slight spoilers for the slashers, slight angst for Nathan

Thomas Brown Hewitt

Thomas is a touch starved man. He's never actually thought that he would even have a significant other.

He's always had fantasies and dreams of eventually finding someone to settle down with and eventually starting a family. You made his dreams an reality.

Thomas adores how much you care for him. From the little notes you write him with his lunches all the way to the way you massage his sore muscles after a long day of supplying meat for the family.

The only issue that Thomas would have is not wanting you around while he's butchering the meat because you're too angelic to see him doing such.

Bo Sinclair

Bo isn't used to anyone being doting to him. The most doting Bo has experienced was from his twin but never with anyone else.

At first, Bo would be frustrated with how doting you are. Especially growing up the way Bo did, it caused him to have a more avoidant type of attachment compared to his brothers.

He thinks that you're trying to infantize him at the beginning, or trying to "demasculine him." Bo's the type to patch himself up, even Vincent has to force Bo to let him patch his wounds up.

Once he gets used to your doting nature, Bo would drink it up. Not only does your doting nature makes him feel loved, it also helps with luring victims with your "doting house wife" role.

Vincent Sinclair

While Bo's childhood has been on the physically abusive side, Vincent was more so emotionally abused. Yes, Vincent was the favorite child, but he also was forced to hide his scars from a young age by Trudy under the guise of not wanting to upset her by showing his face.

With your doting affection, it made Vincent short circuit because of the fact that you were doing this even though you've seen and know about his scars.

Vincent adores how you always make sure that he eats and stays hydrated while he's working. He even loves how you try to coax him into going to bed and rest after him working non stop for a couple days.

He wouldn't want you around when he "preps" his sculptures because he couldn't afford the possibility of one of then escaping and hurting you, his angel. But if he ends up getting injuries, he would let you take care of it.

Mark Hoffman

Mark has spent a lot of his life before becoming Jigsaw's apprentice taking care of himself and of his sister (until she died). He's not the one to really know how to react to having a doting significant other.

Given the life he's living, your doting nature gives him an escape from the darkness he's been engulfed in. If you're not another one of John's apprentices, you're most likely ignorant to what he does when he's not with you.

The excuses he gets whenever he comes home with injuries would be "work related." Mark would let you tend his wounds once the both of you have been together for a long while. It's not because he doesn't trust you, the reason is similiar to Bo, he doesn't want to weak around you because he is a detective after all.

Mark will protect you at all costs. He's already lost all of his family, he's not going to lose you.

Amanda Young

Amanda isn't used to having people doting her. The closest she's had was John and he was a father figure to her.

With you, Amanda thought that you were an angel sent for her. With how much you show her your love by the small things like making sure she eats, helping her through her recovery as an addict, making sure she's taken care off when she's not around you.

Amanda allows you to help her if she ends up getting hurt. The only thing that Amanda doesn't like is when you look at the scars from her using.

Just like with Mark, Amanda wouldn't want you to know about her double life and would do anything to protect you from the cops. It doesn't matter if you're an apprentice as well, Amanda is going to protect you no matter what.

Nathan wallace

Nathan has been pretty much touch starved and alone since the death of Marni. He's more than used to taking care of himself and Shilo.

It took a lot to let you in, both romantically and knowing of his secret repoman life. You in a lot of ways reminded Nathan of Marni because of how much you take care of both him and Shilo.

Nathan loves how both you and Shilo get along, helping her through the rough patches between the two of them. The both of you know that you will never be able to be Marni but Nathan hopes that she would be okay with you being in both him and Shilo's lives.

Nathan feels comfortable knowing that if anything happens to him that Shilo would have you there for guidance, love, and support.

Art the clown

Art is a rather touchy kind of person. This man probably has never been doted on in his existence. It's obvious that the only that that's keeping Art alive is some sort of dark diety.

Art is one of the very few people on this list that would gladly accept his significant other taking care of him. It doesn't matter how good or bad you are at cooking, it's way better that the food in the dumpsters that Art eats (or faces? Who am I to judge?)

It's a miracle that you're still alive around Art. The whole tending to Art's wounds wouldn't be needed but Art does appreciate when you clean the blood off his costume.

Being with Art and cleaning the amount of blood on his costume, you probably have a real good idea on what he does when he's not being taken care of at your house. Do you really want to potentially gamble on your life by asking?

Albert wesker

Wesker, depending on how long have you been with him would determine what ways you're doting towards him. If it's during his S.T.A.R.S days, he loves how you are always home to take care of him after the missions and trainings.

S.T.A.R.S Wesker would reluctantly allow his significant other to tend to his wounds after his missions, even give you a few flirty jabs if he's shirtless while you tend to him.

Wesker secretly enjoys having his significant other massage all the tense muscles of his shoulders and back. This is a common thing for both pre and post mutated Wesker.

Once Wesker becomes mutated, the healing his wounds wouldn't be needed because of the superior healing but he does find it nice when you stitch up any of his torn clothes.

Michael Myers

Michael hasn't been doted on since probably when he was a small kid before being institutionalized.

Similar to Art, Michael's diet before you was whatever he could kill and eat and that it doesn't matter what your skill level is when it comes to cooking, it's better than what he's eaten before.

It takes a lot for Michael to trust you enough to both see his face under the mask and for you to tend to his wounds after a night of killing. Once he trusts you, Michael would stay perfectly still while you quickly tend to him.

Michael would be shocked when you either gift him a new knife after noticing how his old one was failing him or if you cleaned and sharpened his knife for him.

Billy Loomis

Given that Billy has abandonment issues from his mother and to an extent, his father, Billy has a hard time truly letting someone in romantically. He usually uses his relationships to either make him look innocent or as side relationships to give him what he wants (i.e. sex)

It takes Billy a long time for him to get used to how caring and doting you are. Billy is similar to Bo when it comes to the Avoidant attachment style, often times getting agitated that you're babying him when the both of you were at the beginning stages of the relationship.

Once he's completely used to your doting ways, Billy will soak up the doting nature. Especially when it comes to you cooking hid favorite meals and making sure he's practicing self care.

Billy may not be vocal about his appreciation for you doting on him, he truly does appreciate how much you care for him . He wouldn't talk about his Ghostface side but you'll somehow figure it out but never said anything about him being a Ghostface.

Stu Macher

Stu was both lucky and unlucky to have the childhood he has. He has money to support himself while his parents are on business trips but he's never really experienced having someone dote on him as much as you

Seeing how caring and and doting you are, Stu instantly soaks up the attention you give him. This man loves it when you bake for him. Stu has a sweet tooth for your home made cookies and brownies and it makes his day when you give him a plate of your baked goods.

It's a possibility that you know about his Ghostface side. Or at least have suspicions of something going on because of the amount of bruises and scratches he has on his body that you've seen.

It's almost funny to see Stu make up a story about how he got the newest set of bruises on his skin. You decide to act like you believe his stories because you can see that Stu is hiding something and eventually he would spill the beans.

Asa Emory

Similiar to Jesse, Asa is all for having a significant other who's the "doting house wife" role when it comes to his day job where he's the professor.

Asa would be on the stubborn side when it comes to having his significant other taking care of his wounds because he deems it unneeded. He would probably let his significant other tend to him if he's probably passed out from blood loss or something similar.

You know about Asa's "Collector" side gig but between keeping yourself away from that business and the fear of Asa turning you into one of his pieces makes you keep quiet about the whole thing.

Asa does appreciate that you don't ask him too much about his secret life when you do have to tend to his wounds or patch up his sweaters constantly.

Jesse cromeans

Ever since the combination of the death of his late wife and nearly dying/ basically losing his physical appearance, Jesse lost any hope for anyone to even fake being with him as a front. That was until he got with you.

It takes a long time for Jesse to trust you to help tend to his face because of both Jesse not wanting you to see the full extent of his injuries and the fact that his face has became delicate for anyone to touch due to the scaring.

Jesse is all for having the "house wife" kind of significant other because it give him a more human side when it came to his "day job" and having you be there after his trips makes Jesse feel like he's not all monster, there's a man under a huge layer of brutality.

Unlike some of the others on the list, you do know at lease some of what Jesse does while on these trips. He wouldn't want you directly involved but he has made it so if anything happens to him, you would be safe with Spann.

[beanzwrites]

୨⎯ "𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 & 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭" ⎯୧

✎ Made: March 17th, 2024

🎙️Hello, I'm Beanz! I'm a writer with a busy brain! I daydream a lot, and I'll most likely write those daydreams into stories! All my fanfictions on this page are gender-neutral unless stated otherwise!

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The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader): Chapter Two

TeyU (A Genshin College Au)

〣Ongoing Pieces〣

The Stag and The Heron (Human! Alastor x Reader):

(Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential.

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What I like:

⤷Supernatural

⤷Genshin Impact

⤷Resident Evil

⤷Creepypasta

⤷Hazbin Hotel

⤷Baldur's Gate 3

Here's what I can do:

⤷Fluff & Angst

⤷Platonic & Romance

⤷Child Reader/Teen Reader

⤷Gender Neutral Reader/Female Reader

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❛Miscellaneous Oneshots❜

Chris McLean x Reader

“Get over yourself, McLean” - Chris McLean x reader: You and Chris used to be a thing, and despite the hurt he caused you; work is work. You aren't going to hide away just because of him.

Chris being a man baby head cannons

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“Nice to meet you, Thomas” - Leatherface x Female! Reader: An AU where the Hewitt's are a normal family working in their worn down-town for a living. The reader's family moves in next store, wanting a new life for themselves and be friendly with the neighbors.

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Present Silence - Clockwork x Reader: Clockwork visits an old friend and is reminded of her past.

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The Comfort of a Partner - Leon Kennedy (Infinite Darkness) x Reader: Leon's partner subtly comforts him in the only way they know how.

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Humble Til Death - Ascended Astarion x Vampire! Reader: The war between vampires and humans has begun, and every duke and spawn a like look to the Vampire Ascendant to help in battle. As they discuss what needs to be transpired, a stranger outcasted by both sides joins the discussion with a humble approach, which catches Lord Ancunin's attention.

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Party For One - Vox x Idol! Reader: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.

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❛Miscellaneous Series❜

The Stag & The Heron: Human! Alastor x Reader

Prologue - (Y/n), forced to be confined by societal standards, wishes for someone to understand them. Everywhere they look, it seems as though the people they once knew have abandoned them. It's not until they are introduced to a well-known radio host that they realize their true potential. Chapter One - Alastor offers (Y/n) a job, and though they are hesitant, they accept.

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❛Y/n Meets Resident Evil❜

Chris Redfield: Himbo Friend Edition Jill Valentine: Wife Edition Albert Wesker: Dad- OH

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Last Updated: May 7th, 2024 ✎

[auggie1856]

Thomas hewitt x reader

Imagine: you were never a girly girl, you never liked wearing dresses and was more muscular then the other women, so you worked at the slaughter house with Tommy but never spoke to him. Until today

Warnings: talks of hurting someone and people bullying Tommy 😔, STRONG LANGUAGE, LOVE YOU LOTS <3

As you were cutting the meat, you saw someone wlak past you, to be exact, you didn't know, all you heard was that his name was Thomas, but that was it.

It was 12 o'clock, lunch time, as you wiped your hands on the apron, you saw thomas walking past with a brown bag. You were always curious about thomas. You wondered why he wore a mask, and how he was so tall, as you saw his mother pick him up and she was pretty small.

You walked outside for your break as you didn't eat lunch usually, and saw thomas walk around the corner as people were calling him names

"PIG!"

"FATTY"

"SHUT UP YOU LOT", you shouted at the men as they were calling thomas names. Thomas stopped and looked at you.

"Oh yeah? You 'ave a crush on him don't you?" One of the men said, getting up jn your face. Thomas walked up to the man and pushed him back.

"Who ever said I had a crush on him? Just because you never got a wife, doesn't mean you can take the piss out of everyone who also doesn't have anyone!" You got uo in his face as thomas pushed him back. You walked off.

Thomas punched the guy and walked uo to you.

You walked back inside, putting an apron on, when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned around and saw thomas standing there, he handed you a piece of paper.

'Thank you'

You looked at it and smiled, "it's no problem thomas, no one should say those things about you, you don't desurve it." You said to him as you handed him the paper again, you saw him write down something else.

' no one has ever said those things for me'

You read it and your face fell a little, "well they should, you don't desurve any negative comments, they don't know you, but may I ask why you don't talk? It's ok if It makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to tell me" you asked as you handed him the paper back.

His face fell a little as you asked, he never had anyone ask about the non communication thing before.

'I just never really liked talking I guess, so I went non verbal'

You read it and smiled " that's ok, sometimes I wished I never spoke to to be honest" you confessed as you rubbed your neck.

Thomas looked at you sadly before writing again,

' it had its advantages, but it can be a pain'

You smiled as you read it.

"OI (Y/N), WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT THING!" You heard someone shout from the front door.

"WHY DO YOU CARE, ITS NOT LIKE YOUR IN THE CONVERSATION ANYWAY!" You shouted back as thomas turned around.

"YOU DO LIKE THAT PIG DONT YOU" he shouted, you had enough, you moved thomas to the side as he looked at you with wide eyes, you walked over and punched him square in the mouth.

"SHIT!" the worker shouted as he hit the ground. You bent over to whisper in his ear:

"If you ever say anything about me or thomas again I swear I will not hesitate to rip your eyes out and watch you bleed to death"

He looked at you like he saw a ghost, as you walked over to Thomas, he hugged you.

"It's ok, don't worry about it" you smiled at him as the manager came out to see what the commotion was about.

"ALL OF YOU, BACK TO WORK NOW!" He shouted at all of you.

Two years later

As you walked out of work, you saw thomas, you walked up to him and hugged him from behind, he tensed up vut when he realised it was you, he turned around and kissed the top of your head.

"Hi baby, you ok?" You asked as you looked up at him, he hummed as luda mae pulled up.

"Hey sweetie, you ok? " She asked you both as you got in the car.

"Yes ma'am" you said as you sat by Tommy.

You loved thomas and was grateful for the day you started talking.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING 😭💕❤️ PLEASE LIKE IF YOU EJOYED IT SO I CAN MAKE MORE <333

[stickyvoiddiplomat]

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LoveSick Ghostface x Reader by HolyGhostface

LoveSICK (Ghostface x Reader) by HolyGhostface

No mercy_(ghostface x reader) by icccdreams (Smut)

Deleterious (Michael Myers x reader) by hiddenkiller-writer

The Kindness of Strangers by MorbidlyBatty

Lay on me {Thomas Hewitt x M!Reader} by Freakylittlebug

Scream 1996 [Male reader insert] by Odd-and-Weird

Feral Killers; Slashers x Male Reader by perfectwhitelie

How The Butcher Met His Wife (Thomas Hewitt x Reader) by _omnim_

[slaasherslut]

Fic authors self-rec! ✨ When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers

My Wifey is so talented and I'm excited to see what she recs

Oh my god my wife called me talented even though shes the uber talented one here.

Also i got sent this from @the-pinstriped-hood too! Thank you so much Pin!!

1. Pig to the Slaughter (OC x Black Christmas)

I was really worried this one wouldnt turn out at good as I was hoping, having a bunch of my friends OCs together in one fic. But Im quite proud of it! I think I wrote everyones OCs decently well.

2. Dance With Me, Tommy (Thomas Hewitt x reader fluff)

This has to be my favorite fluff piece I've written and posted. I've always thought my fluff wasn't the greatest compared to my smut, but i really like this one. I go back and reread it every once in a while. Tommy always makes me feel all soft.

3. Softness Like You (Clayton Spencer OC x reader smut)

This smut that I wrote for Clay is one of my all-time favorite pieces of writing I've ever done. It's a lovely balance of fluff and smut. I also absolutely adore Clay. I can't exactly place it, but i just feel so close to him. I love writing for him even though he isn't mine.

4. Void and Cold (Milo Vess OC) This was my first fic for Milo and I think I handled the emotion and the imagery pretty well. I feel like Milo is my deepest OC with the most story to tell and I just love him. Hes my sweet little graveyard man.

5. Pose for me (Ellie Mason OC x Vincent Sinclair)

This was my first go at writing an OC that wasn't mine and im so incredibly proud of this one. I absolutely adore Ellie and Vincent as a couple so getting too stretch out and write them in a different setting was really fun! After the conversation we had about the college AU I had to write it. Plus it was a gift for my bestie <3

These were all in no particular order, I had a really hard time picking fics my own fics. If anyone hasnt read any of them I would love for you to give them a look.

Thank you so much T33thy! luh you

[vikkirosko]

Masterlist Single character

📞 Billy Lenz ☎️

Billy Lenz x fem!Reader headcanons Poor eyesight

🔥Brahms Heelshire 📋

Night visit

Brahms Heelshire x male!Reader headcanons

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons Childhood friend

Traps

🧢 Bo Sinclair 🧰

Tattoo

Beauregard

Bo Sinclair x Reader headcanons A ray of sunshine

🕯Vincent Sinclair 🎨

Wax sculpture

Vincent Sinclair x Reader headcanons A ray of sunshine

🐕 Lester Sinclair 🛻

Lester Sinclair x fem!Reader headcanons Lonely traveler

Lester Sinclair x Reader headcanons A ray of sunshine

🔪 Michael Myers 🎃

Unsanitary conditions

Michael Myers x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🔪 Corey Cunningham 🤡

👻 Billy Loomis 📞

Secret call

Billy Loomis x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

👻 Stu Macher 🔫

Stu Macher x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

Fight with parents

🪓 Jason Voorhees 🏕

Jason Voorhees x Reader headcanons Childhood friend

Jason Voorhees x Reader headcanons Height difference

Jason Voorhees x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🥩 Bubba Sawyer 👔

Bubba Sawyer x fem!Reader headcanons Love at first sight

🥩 Thomas Hewitt 🔨

Thomas Hewitt x fem!Reader headcanons Pregnant wife

🔑 Norman Bates 🔪

Norman Bates x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🕯Charles Lee Ray | Chucky 🔪

Chucky x fem!Reader headcanons Orphan

🚬 Tiffany Valentine 💘

🦌 Hannibal Lecter 🥩

💤 Freddy Krueger ⏰️

[slasherwife]

Can you do a imagine with Thomas please and it's about him being over protective when Hoyt and Monty make gross jokes about her like how's she's really hot and it ends in a lot of smut please ☺️

OMG YES U ABSOLUTELY MAY💓💖💕also after my post on jealous!reader a while back, I’m not very comfortable writing a lot of smut 😖😖 I gave a bit though!!

Imagine Thomas Hewitt getting very protective over you...

Y/n has been a part of the Hewitt family as Tommy’s wife for a while now, and Hoyt isn’t exactly the gentleman he pretends he is… smut below!

Tommy is a sweet, gentle, and loving husband. That much is obvious. You are the light of his life and he hides his violent nature from you as much as possible.

But additionally, Tommy is very protective. To the point if anyone were to make you uncomfortable, they would have him to reckon with.

God forbid you come to him with the complaint of someone insulting or laying a hand on you. It’s very likely he would hunt them down without your knowing, and give them a brutal beating or even kill them.

His rage doesn’t discriminate. Even if Luda were to lay a hand on you, there would be hell to pay. Hoyt’s no different.

Tommy is not an agressive boy. He’s gentle, sweet, kind. He is all of these things all of the time, all except for this moment. But you knew he wasn’t angry with you. He would never. He stormed over to you, towering over your fragile form before taking your wrists in his hands, and taking you into his burly arms. He’s not the type to dramatically throw you over his shoulder and march off. He cradled you into his shoulder. You’re still his beautiful angel who needs to be safe. And right now you’re not safe, he’ll make you safe again Y/n, don’t worry

* * *

You weren’t far into the day before Hoyt’s leering eyes began following your form around the living room and kitchen. Monty was next to him, completely on the same page though they said almost nothing to each other.

Tommy was next to you, cleaning some dishes. Luda hadn’t trust Tommy’s large, clumsy hands with cleaning dishes until you suggested it. Who knew he could be so gentle? He turned to set a stack of wet dishes on the counter, just long enough to catch two pairs of looming eyes across the room. It caught him off guard, and he gave a double take. He knew a lustful gaze when he saw one.

He stared at them, and swayed to backwards slightly, gaining back his balance before throwing his shoulders back. He breathed out, studying them. He squinted, and Hoyt noticed this, looking over to him before yelling at him to get back to work. Tommy was hesitant, but he slowly went back to washing dishes, paying more attention to you, though you didn’t seem to notice Hoyt and Monty’s leer. He hates to turn a blind eye to your safety, he hates himself. But he wanted to protect your innocence, how you didn’t even suspect it. How sweet of you. Poor thing.

When you were putting away utensils, you dropped a simple fork. You hesitantly bent over to pick it up.

“Bend over for me one more time.” Hoyt called as you rose from the floor, and Monty laughed.

Sometime dark and terrifying bubbled up inside of Tommy. He was absolutely fuming. You looked over, gazing into his face. His eyes were dripping with blood lust, at how they dared to speak to his wife that way.

“Tommy, d-don’t—“

But he didn’t bat an eye, instead he was over to them in an instant. How did he get over to them so fast? Hoyt was being hung from Tommy’s whitening fist, clenched so tightly around his neck that Hoyt’s eyes began to turn red and bulge from his sockets. You wanted Tommy’s protection, but you never wanted Tommy to kill Hoyt for you.

You began to cry, those angelic eyes making Tommy all weak. Everything was in slow motion. Hoyt had been hanging there for a bit too long now, the light in his eyes starting to flicker dark. Tommy wanted to tear him apart with his teeth. He hates Hoyt. But you were just too precious. Too sweet.

“Tommy stop it! Stop it! Tommy!” Your voice roused him from his deep rage, and if you did not, he would have murdered his abusive uncle once and for all. He dropped Hoyt, and ignored his pitiful gasping for air and turned to you. You looked like an angel before him. But his pure admiration was cut short by the rage that bubbled up again. Hoyt thinks he can have her. But she’s mine. All mine.

* * *

“Tommy what are you doing?—“

“Mine.” He growled in that deep, smooth voice of his.

“Tommy please.”

“Not allowed to touch you.” He drawled as his caressed your thighs as you sat on top of the dresser of your shared bedroom, you staring up into those hungry orbs of his. “Me only.”

“Of course!” You exclaimed, cheeks red hot with embarrassment as you wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck. You pulled him close, and he ripped his mask off hastily, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck while you moaned into his ear. He rutted against you when you did that, his head spinning with growing lust as his huge bulge was grinding into your most private area, and your face was red and hot with pleasure.

“Tommy…” you moaned, and he pressed a kissed onto your soft lips while he undressed you.

“He can’t have you. No one can.” He growled, and you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for his to keep grinding against your core.

“I’m yours, Tommy.” You sighed, throwing your head back as his hands wasted no time reaching up your shirt to grip your cute breasts in his meaty hands, his skilled fingers pinching your sensitive nipples making you squeal with delight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he laid you softly onto your guys’s bed, hovering over you, locking you away from anyone else’s view.

After tonight, no one would look at you the same. Not after they learn that you belong to Tommy Hewitt.

[loveandmurders]

His favourite feast

Hello everyone, this a new fanfic for another of my favourite husbands: Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. 

The poor boy needed some enjoyment and relief after a day of hard work with Hoyt being awful to him. 

Hope you’ll enjoy it as it’s different from what I did so far :)

Also female reader, with no description (not even for the outfit)

Warnings: NSFW (light bondage, oral, woman receiving), hurt and comfort, Thomas being insecure, mention of murders, one or two strong words

You were in your nightgown, waiting for your husband, Thomas Hewitt, with a book in your hands. You had no idea where he was, as he had disappeared with Hoyt a few hours ago. You were desperately trying to focus on the words laying in front of you, but your mind was always going back to your missing husband. You were so worried for him. You had no idea what you would do if anything happened to him. He was the happiest thing that ever happened to you, even if he couldn’t understand it.

You couldn’t stop checking the time and as soon as your husband entered your shared bedroom, you quickly put the book down on your night table, and got up to meet him in the middle of room. By his body language, you could tell he had a very shitty day, even worse than you thought. You hated the defeated look on his face; it was breaking your heart because you knew how hard Thomas was always trying.

You looked up with pure concern written all over your face. But he didn’t even look at you, just staring at the floor, not moving anymore. You sighed as you slowly moved closer to him. The day had started pretty badly with Hoyt yelling at him because Thomas was getting distracted by some good morning cuddles with you. Then Hoyt thought Thomas wasn’t working hard enough during the day, even though he barely took a break to drink the lemonade you brought him. And finally one of the victims escaped and both Hoyt and Thomas had to skip dinner to go find the man before he could escape them. You had eaten in silence with mama, both worried for your boys and hoping everything was going to be alright.

You were relieved to see him back, even though it was quite late.

“Hey, baby” you whispered to him but he didn’t say anything. He was probably feeling even worse because he had kept you awake. He hated it when he was unable to take care of his wife like his mama taught him to. You knew he was thinking he was a failure right now, and you needed to do something about it.

You gently moved closer to him again, trying to not scare him away. He never pushed you away, but he could sometimes shy away from you when his insecurities would drown him, like that night.

“Can I undress you?” you softly asked him and he shook his head. You frowned at that, and you hoped he wasn’t hurt and trying to hide bruises from you. You quickly scanned his body to make sure the blood on his clothes wasn’t his. Once you were positive your big boy wasn’t bleeding, you cupped his face. He still refused to meet your eyes and you understood he was ashamed of what happened today.

“You’re not hurt, love?” you asked and he shook his head again. But you could only half believe this man. He would sometimes let his body bleed and hurt just to punish himself for not having been enough. 

“You know Hoyt is an asshole. The family wouldn’t survive without you. You’re the family provider and you’re doing a great job at that.” you tried to smooth his pain away. He shook his head. He couldn’t believe that.

“You got the man?” you asked and he nodded. You smiled, “See, you’re doing good.” you insisted. He finally looked up at you and pointed at you and then at the clock to let you know that if he had been good, you wouldn’t be up at such hours. You continued to smile at him and gently shushed him.

“Come on, love. I’m your wife, I just got worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were going to get back home” you replied. “I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t good enough, you know.” you continued but he wasn’t fully believing you. He more than once thought that one day you would realise you did a mistake by marrying him, and he would wake up to an empty bed with your ring discarded on the pillow. The man was scared to lose his sunshine, no matter how many times you would reassure him.

“You don’t want to take a shower? And then we could go have some rest?” you murmured, not sure what to do for him to agree to take care of himself. He didn’t answer.

“You’re not hungry either?” you continued to ask, not too sure what to do to make your husband feel better. He didn’t answer either, and you could tell he did want a shower and some food but he was beating himself up for all the wrong things that happened today.

But you got an idea.

You gently let go of his face, even though he sofly shivered and whined at the loss of contact. You took one step away from him and in one movement, you let your nightgown fall on the ground. You were suddenly all naked in front of him, in your whole glory. Thomas couldn’t stop himself from looking at your body as if you were a little goddess, which you were to him. You saw him softly blushing as he finally averted his gaze away from you. But you weren’t going to let him in peace so easily. You walked back to him and grabbed his hands in yours before guiding them on your hips. He obediently touched you and finally looked down at you.

“Kiss?” you whispered and you tilted your head. You knew he couldn’t deny you that. He didn’t hesitate; his lips were soon on yours. He was always slow and passionate. You didn’t like it when his mask was in the way but he was feeling too insecure for you to push your luck that much. He pulled apart when both of you needed some air.

“Don’t you think I could be a nice snack for you?” you asked as you shamelessly pressed your body against his. He blushed even more and stayed silent, too shy to answer his goddess.

“Oh really? I’m not attractive enough?” you asked. You knew that it would necessarily have him reacted. He couldn’t stand the idea of you thinking you weren’t pretty, smart or simply perfect. He quickly shook his head and groaned as he brought you closer. He peppered your face with soft kisses to let you know you were the most attractive woman he ever saw in his whole life.

“Come” you coaxed him. You guided him toward the bed before you laid down. You opened your legs to invite him between them. He watched you for a little while before looking away again. You knew Thomas too much so you could tell when he was being shy, in bed, because of his insecurity or because he wanted something and had no idea how to ask you for this. And this time, he clearly wanted something.

“Yes, baby?” you asked as you moved on your elbows to have a better look at your husband.“I’m your midnight snack, you can have me the way you want” you reassured him.

He didn’t move or say anything for a few instants before he went into your wardrobe to get some rope. He didn’t look at you as he showed you and you tried your hardest to not blush as well. Thomas wasn’t often asking you to tie you up, only when he was really upset and very worried about losing you.

You spread your legs even more and brought your arms against the headboard. “Go ahead” you allowed him and you couldn’t hide how aroused you were. You loved to be eaten out by him, his thick tongue doing wonders on you. And knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide from it was making you all hot and bothered.

He walked to you and started to tie up your hands on the bed before doing the same with your ankles. You were a perfect inverted Y. You tried your bounds and realised you were unable to move anymore. He also tied a piece of clothes over your eyes; he was going to remove his mask. Even though you had been married to him for years, sometimes he still felt too ugly for a goddess like you, and he preferred you to not see him. You pouted at that but didn’t say anything. You knew it would make the pleasure all the more intense anyways.

Your sex was glistening in the dimmed light of the bedroom and you tried to listen to his movement. You felt him kneeling in front of your opened legs and you shivered in anticipation. You also heard him removing his mask and letting the piece of leather fall on the ground. You couldn't wait. 

It seemed he couldn’t wait either as his hands were soon on your body, exploring you, and his mouth was suddenly attached to your sex. You bit your lips to keep quiet as his tongue was eager to go to work. His tongue started to taste your lips, sucking on them and nibbling as well. You let little moans escape and you tried to move your hips. But his hands pinned you even more to the bed, making sure you couldn’t do anything against the onslaught of pleasure about to crash over you. You surrendered instantly, knowing Thomas needed you to be docile, and not your cheeky self right now. Anyways, all thoughts you could have dissolved the instant his tongue moved in between your lips and found your clit. His fingers moved to keep your lips apart as he started to suck on your clit. You whined his name as you grabbed the rope. He nibbled, sucked and licked at you. You needed to stay quiet to not wake up the house, but it was getting harder and harder, as the man was driving you crazy with the best of pleasure. Before knowing Thomas, you had never been played that way. He was caring, even in bed, and he enjoyed taking his time and bringing as much pleasure as possible to you. He was the kind of man to be passionate and yet to hold hands why making love to his partner. When you were tied up, it was the same thing, except that at some point he would snap out of reality.

Maybe it was the cannibal waking up inside of him, but suddenly he would only focus on the delicious juices falling into his mouth and forgetting he was pleasuring you out of your mind. You could tell when that was happening, because he would quicken his pace and eat you out with renewed eagerness and hunger. This was definitely arousing you to know he was enjoying your body that much.

You heard him groan and it meant he needed more wetness from you and he was ready to make you come over and over again, until he would be sated. And this was the russian roulette: he could be sated after one or two orgasms, or he could be sated after a whole night of pleasure. Either way, you didn’t mind and the aftercare was always amazing.

He quickened his pace again, his teeth gently caressing your clit before his tongue roughly licked it. Your face was all screwed up in pleasure and you unwillingly tugged on your bounds as you could only think of your slowly rising up orgasm. The more juices you gave him, the hungrier he got and the more pleasure he gave you as he always needed more. He ate you out for a little while before you whispered his name and cummed for him. You were a panting mess already but you knew it wasn’t over when you heard him hummed in approval. He let you breathe for a few instants before getting back to work. 

You bit into the pillow this time or you would have screamed. You were even more sensitive than before now and each movement of his tongue on your clit was making you moan. But you weren’t going anywhere and you loved the sound of that. You were his and you needed him to know that. You wished you could see his pretty face eating you up though.

“Please, Tommy” you begged and you felt him slow down his pace to look up at you. “I wanna see you” you mumbled and you pouted some more. He moved away from your sex and crawled over your body. You could tell he was already feeling better if he was agreeing to remove your blindfold. He gently discarded it and you brightly smiled as you finally saw his pretty face. You tilted your head toward him for a kiss and he was more than happy to oblige. He passionately kissed you. You tasted yourself as he took your breath away. He finally leaned away from you, after having caressed your face and sides. He needed to get back to work. He settled back in between your legs and his mouth was back on you. His hands travelled to your chest and he started to massage them as he ate you out. It was getting hard again to stay quiet, especially when you could see your hungry husband treating you like the best feast of his life. You were a soaked hot mess by now and Thomas seemed to never want to stop. You bit your lips as you orgasmed again and thought it was time for your husband to get some pleasure too.

“Hey, baby” you whispered to get his attention. He looked up at you, no more shy about his face. “Inside of me?” you asked, unable to form full sentences after the pleasure you received from him. He thought for an instant before agreeing. After having seen you naked and pleasured out, he was painfully hard. But he wouldn’t have done anything about it if you hadn’t allowed him to.

He stood up and undressed in front of you. You scanned his body, both enjoying his strong figure and making sure he wasn’t hurt. He had some bruises here and there, but it wasn’t too bad and you were happy about it. He noticed the way you looked at him, and as he moved on top of you, he shushed you. You smiled at him.

“I’m allowed to worry about my darling husband” you said and he smiled before hiding into your neck. He really had no idea what he would do without you. You were the light of his life and he would forever worship you. He tenderly kissed your skin and stroked your sides as he was slowly moving inside of you. You were so wet that he had no problem sliding inside of your vagina. You were used to his thickness too and he always let you some time to adjust to his presence. He waited for you to nod to start to move again. When you did, his rocking motion was gentle but deep. His hungry mouth left a trail of kisses down your chest before latching on your nipples. One hand was still caressing your body, when the other found its way to your clit. Your pleasure would always be his priority when the two of you were making love. You weren’t usually a pillow queen as you loved to be on top of him and to make him lose it as well, but you sometimes surrendered to let him take care of you, especially after a very hard day for him. It made him feel he could at least be good at something: making his wife happy. And that was more than enough for him.

His pace started to quicken and your hips followed the movement. You moaned his name over and over again, telling him how good he was to you, how happy you were to be his wife, how much you loved him. Your words only gave him more confidence to quicken his pace again. But he made sure you came first. He loved the feel of your walls tightening around him as pleasure was washing over you. Only then, he could let himself go.

Once you both were finished, you were relaxed and quiet. He let himself catch his breath before quickly untying you up. He was too scared you would feel in danger around him. He took your wrists in his hands and massaged them before kissing them. He made sure the rope didn’t damage your skin. He did the same for your ankles. You knew from experience it was useless to argue, so you let him do it.

“Shower now?” you offered and this time he agreed. He helped you to get up from the bed and you walked to the bathroom, as you leaned into his side. You turned the hot water on and this time nothing could prevent your hands from checking his body. He let you do it, knowing he couldn’t argue about it either. Even though he didn’t like to worry you, he enjoyed that you cared about him that way. It made him feel loved.

You washed each other, while kissing and cuddling. He made sure you didn’t feel any kind of discomfort after your sexy time, and you made sure he was alright after today’s fights.

“All good now?” you asked and he nodded again before cupping your face and leaning your foreheads together as he closed his eyes. It was his way of saying all thanks to you. 

He was all relaxed now and all he could think about was that he needed to make sure you would never leave him, even if it meant driving you crazy with pleasure.