#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.

[tiki-was-here]

Thomas Hewitt x Male Reader

Word Count: 1.6k Doesn’t use y/n Thomas Hewitt be my wife ᯓᡣ𐭩

The heat of the Texan sun was something you could never quite get used to. Years of living with the comfort of modern air conditioning had made you a bit spoiled, but you were determined to fully embrace your new country lifestyle. No television, no morning coffee runs, no constant hum of city life. The only remnants of your past life were your work computer and your phone.

Despite the sweltering heat and the silence of the countryside, life had its upsides. The Hewitt family, who lived a short drive down the road, had become your anchor. You remembered your first drive to your new home like it was yesterday —stopping at a local gas station to refuel both your car and your stomach. There, you met Luda Mae, who welcomed you with open arms and an invitation to visit her family anytime, seemingly excited at the idea of a new face.(get it lol)

You took her up on the offer that Sunday. The Hewitt home was a cosy, if a bit dilapidated, place that seemed to hold something sinister between its walls, though Luda Mae’s sweet demeanour made you feel at ease.

Among the Hewitts, you found a special connection with Thomas, or Tommy, as you’d taken to calling him. He often came over to help with various repairs and to learn more about life in the city. You appreciated his company, and despite the lack of words shared you two spent many evenings watching movies on your laptop.(Thomas enjoyed seeing a screen that wasn’t black and white or prone to sporadic static cuts)

Your friendship with Tommy grew, and you made it clear he was welcome to visit anytime. You even shared the password to your laptop with him, so he could use it when he came over and you were busy with other tasks. And after a long long talk about the dangers of clicking on random popups, the two of you had finally settled into a soothing routine.

One sweltering afternoon, while you were outside tending to your garden, everything went wry.

Tommy was inside fixing a leaky roof per your request. You had been in the garden for a few hours, assuming that Thomas was either still working or had made himself comfortable, when your blood ran cold.

You remembered that last night you had been… taking care of yourself, to put it nicely. A man has his needs after all, and living in the middle of nowhere tends to take a toll on one's libido. A pang of embarrassment struck you as you realised Tommy might have seen what you were watching if he used your laptop. You dashed inside, hoping to catch him before he saw too much.

You found Tommy sitting at the laptop, his eyes glued to the screen. His cheeks were flushed, and he was clearly absorbed in the film. You felt a mixture of amusement and embarrassment as you approached him.

It was clear by the way that Luda Mae spoke about city life that the family practised a more conservative lifestyle. So much so that the first time you took your shirt off around him (you were both painting your fence and the heat became unbearable) he suddenly froze, paintbrush falling from his hand before he rushed away.

He couldn’t look you in the eyes for the next few weeks, so you knew you had to approach him carefully.

“Hey, Tommy,” you said, trying to sound casual.

Tommy’s head snapped up, and he scrambled to close the laptop, but his movements were clumsy and awkward. He avoided your gaze, his eyes darting around as his fist clenched tightly, face an alarming shade of red.

“Do you want to talk about it,” you said quickly, stepping closer to him. “I’m sorry for leaving that on there. I didn’t mean for you to feel uncomfortable.”

Tommy’s eyes flickered briefly to you before he looked down at his hands, which were nervously twisting the edge of his shirt. He made a small, uncertain noise, and fidgeted with the laptop, his fingers tapping nervously on the closed lid.

“We don't have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. “How about you come to help me in the garden?”

Tommy finally looked up at you, his expression a mixture of relief and continued embarrassment. He gave a small nod, got up and headed to the garden. As your gaze followed him out the door you tried your best to ignore the slight bulge you saw in his jeans.

After a few more hours of work, you both stepped inside, the coolness of the house a welcome contrast to the garden's heat. You poured two glasses of lemonade while he stood nearby, his tall figure hesitant in the doorway. His eyes followed your movements with an expression that you couldn’t quite place.

When you handed him his glass, you felt his fingers linger on yours, a touch that seemed almost too deliberate. He set the glass down, his hands trembling just a bit.

Thomas’ gaze flickered to yours and moving with a slight clumsiness, he reached out to touch your arm. The gesture was tentative, his fingers awkwardly brushing against your skin, almost as if he was unsure of how to position them.

Sensing his nervousness, you took his hand gently, guiding it to hold yours. “It’s okay,” you reassured him with a gentle smile, “Just hold my hand like this, we can take it slow.”

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and you could see the effort it took for him to do so.

As the moments passed, his nervousness seemed to melt away, and he slowly drew you closer, his hand still holding yours. His other arm, which had been hanging awkwardly by his side, now moved around you and he pulled you into a gentle embrace.

You could feel his heartbeat against your chest, his breath quickening as his arms tightened around you. The poor boy was practically shaking, and although the disapproving words of Luda May passed through your head, the arousal that was pooling in your stomach was quick to drown her out.

“There's nothing wrong with being curious Tommy… I don't mind.” your voice was all but a whisper. “I can teach you how to feel good...how to make me feel good. Would you like that?”

A moment of science passed, and then he nodded.

You move him backwards slowly until his knees hit the back of your small sofa, just big enough to hold his weight, before settling between his legs. Slowly, very slowly, you reached for his zipper, the monstrous bulge making your mouth water.

You began with kitten licks, savouring the musky taste of the man you grew to love. The sheer weight of his length caused it to hang low down between his legs and you chased it eagerly. The tip was salty and his musk made your head swell. What you couldn’t fit in your mouth (more than half unfortunately but you’re sure your throat would thank you for your restraint later) you pumped slowly with your hand, not even able to fully grasp it.

His breaths were one of the loudest things in the room, his hips stuttering in a way you knew meant that he was close.

How cute. You hadn’t even done much, the familiar ache in your jaw was nonexistent and yet still he was so close to breaking. You wanted- no, needed to taste him. To see him fall apart on your tongue. Your beautiful boy.

Your kitten licks quickly turned into long sucks, your brows furrowed from the effort. A frantic moan came from above you Thomas’ hips bucking wildly. His monstrous hands gripped your hair so tight tears sprung in your eyes as he ground into your mouth like you were no more than a toy.

With a sob, his hips gave one last stutter before he came in your mouth. His cum was thick and admittedly a tad too bitter for your liking, but you swallowed it all as if it were the sweetest nectar. Even as it filled every corner of your mouth threatening to spill out past your lips it was much too precious to waste.

Your lips left him with an obscene pop. He was sweating profusely, strands of his raven hair curled widely as they escaped his ponytail. Simply beautiful.

“How was that?” you questioned in a whisper. “Did I make you feel good?” He nodded, and you moved to sit in his lap. “Now it’s my turn alright.” you start, palming at your own bulge that had been neglected. Never in your life had you considered yourself an exhibitionist but under his gaze you felt reverenced. Quickly pulling your length out of your slacks you wasted no time in putting on a show. Your pace was slow and methodical, because despite it all you really did want to show him how it’s done.

His gaze never wavered from your moving hand, watching your mushroomed tip disappear in your fist with a slick squelch. Slowly, his hand moved towards yours. You allowed him to have his way, and your dick disappeared completely in his closed fist. His hand was warm, clammy but oh so heavenly. He was so concentrated it was almost comedic, practically(and a little bit literally) drooling at the sight before him. The pressure was almost too little, but it was just enough to bring you closer to that familiar edge. Your hips bucked wildly as that heat that pooled in the pit of your stomach threatened to burst.

“Don't stop please-” you crooned “You're doing so good for me please just keep going” Your nails dug into his arm as your head snapped back in pleasure. Hot spurts of cum splashed onto Tommy’s chin and chest. You almost passed out when his hand kept moving, pace unfettered by your orgasm. You pawed weakly at his hand face buried in his chest as he quickly stopped his movements, checking to see if he had hurt you. “No, it's fine Tommy, you did good. Very good.” You nuzzled into him further, content to stay in his embrace just a little while longer.

[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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[lustagel]

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.

˚₊⊹ 20/20 VISION ✧ ethan landry. ── @echnated !

[ sfw ] okokok! reader x lalala! ethan.

loved the concept, writing and the fic.

˚₊⊹ CLASSMATE CHARLIE WALKER ✧ charlie walker. ── @lithiumfae !

[ sfw - bit of spice ] obsession.

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

˚₊⊹ DAMN, BOY! SLOW DOWN! ✧ thomas hewitt. ── @vampiremillk !

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

i just love pussydrunk! thomas :))

˚₊⊹ SOUTHERN STYLE CREAMPIE ✧ thomas hewitt. ── @/vampiremillk !

[ nsfw ] female chubby reader. breeding kink.

mwahhhh. the whole thing at my legs shaking.

˚₊⊹ 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

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See you later, little sheep - part 10 | Thomas Hewitt x female reader

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Summary: Thomas is confused and a bit upset when he wakes up to find the other side of the bed empty, but eventually believing it to be his fault, he goes to the little sheep's home to apologise, only to find her darkest despairful secret.

Warning: Mentions of intimacy, religious trauma, vulgar words, and extreme violence.

Parts: Eleven.

Quiet, that's the word Thomas was thinking of when he unhurriedly woke up from his slumber at the motel bed. Laying there with no clothes on after committing an act that should only be appropriated for a married man. And when he realised that the woman who had slept beside him wasn't there anymore. He felt as if Eve had made him, son of Adam, commit a sin without knowing how the outcome would go. Thomas's hearing picked up the soft, rhythmic sound of footsteps as someone moved through the dilapidated motel. Still groggy from sleep, he sat up in bed, his large frame barely fitting in the confined space of the king-sized bed.

His eyes scanned the empty room, taking in the lingering smell of sex and the crumpled clothing that littered the floor. A sense of unease washed over him, accompanied by a growl that rumbled deep in his throat. The sound echoed through the empty building, causing the rickety floors to creak in response. The bedding was still warm on her side, but the room's stale air was already overpowering the faint smell of her perfume. A rush of confusion swept over him, making him wonder if he had imagined the comfort of her presence or if she had departed without saying goodbye.

Thomas stood, the bed springs protesting, and walked to the window. He lifted the tattered curtain, revealing an abandoned lot and the vast, empty highway. His gaze followed the fading footprints in the gravel. He tried to get rid of the confusion by rubbing the back of his neck. Did something more profound boil in the tumult of that night, or was it merely a passing connection? As he looked about the room, almost expecting her to enter, her grin tempering the drabness of the motel's décor, the unrelenting hum of confusion sank heavily in his chest. However, the fact that he was alone and that the warmth of their night together felt like a dream slipping through his fingers became more and more apparent with every second that went by.

He grabbed his pants, yanked them on, and slipped on his boots. Making sure to put on his shirt as well, to then debate on if he should put on his apron or not, he figured that he would rather not hold it all the way home, so he put the dried bloody apron on. In practically a flash, Thomas left the room and made his way down to the lobby, thinking that he had to pay for his stay. But was actually a bit suprised to learn that (Y/n) had payed for them both, the clerk was packing away some of his desk items as he was planning on moving soon with his wife, telling Thomas to just get the hell out already because he was wasting his time. Of course, this made the southern man a bit bitter towards the old man's attitude. But since he was used to be treated horribly by the townsfolk, he just decided to let it go as he left the motel in a more frustrated expression.

As he walked down the long road under the Texas heat, Thomas couldn't help feeling confused over the whole situation. He couldn't understand why the little sheep would suddenly leave like that, no explanation, no note, no goodbye, no nothing! It made him feel disgusted with himself, it felt as if last night was just her accepting whatever he needed out of pity, to then wanting to leave all of the sudden because she got what she wanted or something. As if she wanted to humiliate him, as if she wanted him to become a real man, that's what Charlie uses to describe it at least.

That when you lose your virginity, you become a real man, but he dosen’t feel like a real man. If anything, he feels shameful. All he could think about now was his mama's words swirling inside his head about needing to wait for marriage to commit such an act. That committing such acts should only occur to your wife, no hussy or prostitute. But... (Y/n) was no hussy, and definitely not a prostitute. She bled a little bit yesterday, and she told him herself that it was her first time ever doing it with a man, so if anything, it was his fault. He wanted to do it with her, but he didn't (couldn't) ask if she was truly okay with it. Did she accept it because she didn't want to disappoint him, or was it something else?

Thomas’s hands went up to his head as he ruffled his head in exasperation, he hated how he couldn't talk to her so clearly, that with no matter the amount of being taught sign language, he still couldn’t ask her the things he was so curious about. And he felt so upset over the fact that (Y/n) didn't tell him anything other than what he already knew. Despite that Thomas had let her know so much about him and letting her learn about his troubles, Thomas never took the time to understand her. He was just so happy knowing that somebody wanted to be around him and that he didn't think about (Y/n)'s feelings.

He needed to apologise to her. He wanted to apologise for whatever he did to make her leave so suddenly. For what made her so upset not to want to be around him this morning. With a sudden burst of resolve, he changed direction, sprinting toward the distant silhouette of the farmhouse, convinced that his family could wait just a little longer.

He started to feel uneasy as he got closer to the dilapidated farmhouse. The front door was open, swaying softly in the breeze, as though it were beckoning him into the eerie unknown. A shiver ran up the back of Thomas's neck as he hesitated. The silence hung heavily in the air, a stifling silence that was nearly real. The floorboards creaked under his weight as he entered, and he knew right away that something was wrong. At first glance, the house seemed undisturbed, but he had a gut feeling that he should proceed with caution. As if the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for him to make his next move, the silence felt heavy and ominous as shadows danced in the corners of his eyes.

Thomas detected a subtle metallic odour that enveloped him like a shroud as he made his way more into Y/n's house. The air was tinted with the familiar flavour of copper, and it triggered an instinctual awareness in him—blood, he thought. Being a butcher for years had honed his nose to pick up even the smallest traces of the red fluid that occasionally leaked in unexpected places in addition to through the veins of living things. Anxiety tore at him, demanding that he pursue the mysterious path that called to him. His suspicions were validated as he pushed through the door to Y/n's bedroom; the hardwood floor was stained darkly, which stood out against the polished grain.

He felt a wave of panic as he automatically looked for Y/n, wanting to know and protect her from this warning sign. But the stifling air led him to the end of the corridor as he turned away from the blood on the floor. The wardrobe loomed there in the darkness, a place that seemed forgotten and hidden. Thomas felt an unexplainable pull that urged him to learn more about its secrets. Curious, he cautiously pushed open the creaky door to see the oppressive blackness inside.

Something drew his attention in that dark space—a huge cage, resembling something intended to hold much more than possessions. His breath caught when he noticed the rusty chains hanging from its bars, their function too obvious to ignore. The image sent a shiver down his spine. He was overcome by a sense of unease and urgency as the darkness seemed to be whispering secrets that should not be disturbed. As he stood there, Thomas struggled with the disturbing realisation that something far darker was hiding in that closet, and his mind just couldn't comprehend what he was seeing. He understood what it was and what its purpose was, but not why it was in there. He was just frozen, trying to understand it all when he suddenly heard footsteps coming from behind him. And as he turned his head around, he saw an older man having banages clumsily wrapped around his head as he stumbled forward. Thomas looked at the other man with a blank gaze on first glance but then let out a small sigh of relief to realise that blood on the floor wasn't hers. It was that man's.

(Y/n)'s uncle's eyes widened as he saw Thomas, blood trickling down his temple from a gash on his head. His hands clenched into fists as his rage boiled to the surface. "Well, well, well. If it isn't the guy who was fucking my niece. Or I assume it's you, Hewitt. I mean, who on their right mind would want to sleep with you? But I guess she got tired of my touch, huh?" Ace spat out, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. The realisation of being discovered in his own home, in a dark, messy room with a horrifying cage and blood on the floor, hit the uncle like a ton of bricks. He knew that he had to act fast to protect his reputation and his secrets. "Listen, boy. I know you're probably looking for her, but she's gone. Ran off with your cock, I bet. And she's not coming back. Not to this place. Not ever."

The uncle's voice wavered slightly, betraying the fear that lurked beneath his arrogance. As Thomas looked around the room, the old man continued, "Now, I don't want to have to make a mess, but you're going to have to leave. And tell your little slut of a girlfriend, if you ever see her again, that she made a huge mistake. Because when she's gone, she's gone. That she's in for a world of pain if she ever dares to show her face around here again."

At first, those words of his made Thomas feel shocked and numb. What does he mean she ran off? Ran off to where? Where did his sweet little sheep go? But then it ignited a fire within him as his eyebrows furrowed at that response. How dare he says those things about her, and what does he mean by got tired of his touch?

The uncle's eyes narrowed, sensing the anger beginning to build in Thomas. "Watch your step, you hideous animal. You're on my turf now. If you know what's good for you, you'll leave while you still can. Don't want to cause more trouble for your kooky family, but then again, I might not need to do anything. Cause you do it fine yourselves wherever you go!"

The uncle could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. The thought of his niece with another man, of her daring to leave him like this, made him feel a primal rage boiling within. He was not someone to be trifled with, and he made it clear to Thomas that he would not let this slight against him go unpunished. Thomas didn't like it when others insulted him, and he despised when strangers insulted his family, but when he insulated (Y/n) like this? It just made his breathing heavier and heavier by the second.

The older man could see the anger in Thomas's eyes, the way his fists clenched and the veins in his neck started to bulge. He knew it was only a matter of time before things would erupt into violence. The uncle didn't mind, though. His anger fueled him, gave him strength.

"Do it," he taunted, "Come on, you coward. Show me what you're made of."

As (Y/n)'s uncle spoke, he felt a sick pleasure brewing in his chest, a perverse delight in the thought of causing pain, of watching someone else bleed. He was a master at controlling his emotions, at hiding the true nature of his dark desires. But right now, in this moment, he relished in the chaos and the threat of violence that hung in the air.

Thomas tried to control those raging dark thoughts in his mind, the same one's he felt from yesterday when he wanted to hurt that assistant at the slaughterhouse. Only to be halted by the little sheep's gentle comfort and pleading.

As if the uncle could sense the internal struggle within Thomas, a battle raging between the desire for violence and the soft voice of reason. He acted and scoffed, "You're not as tough as you think you are, boy. You're just a coward who's too scared to unleash the beast within. And you know what? I bet your sweetheart left you for anathor man, ran off to find someone stronger, someone who can protect her. Someone who isn't a poor r*t**d."

He let those words hang in the air, a sick smirk playing on his lips. He knew how much this would hurt Thomas, and he revelled in it. He would not let this man, this animal, come into his home and take away the one thing that made him feel powerful, that made him feel whole. As those words echoed within Thomas's mind, self-hatred and denial swirled him into despair. But he wasn't fully in there yet, he couldn't, not when this man was trying to manipulate him as if the uncle thought he was a dumb animal like the rest of the townsfolk thought. The gaint man did not respond back, being too deep into his mind and rage to think clearly. The uncle closed in. He could feel the heat rising from his body, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. "Don't ignore me, boy! Move you useless piece of shit!"

As the seconds went on, the sounds of the background were static to Thomas. He realised how meaningless it all was. Listening him blabbering on like this, holding back, his sweet, affectionate little sheep wasn't with him anymore. Wasn't pleading to him to not cause violence or leave with her instead. She wasn't here to plead with him in order to receive his attention. The only thing that was left in the house was the items and person who had tormented her for decades. And perhaps what he did next wasn't only for her, but also his selfish rage. He's sorry for not being enough for you, little sheep, not being what you deserved.

His large hand suddenly went to the older man's throat as he held him up. The uncle's eyes widened in shock as Thomas's hand closed around his throat, his breaths becoming strained and ragged. His smug demeanour crumbled, replaced by sheer panic as he tried to pry the large hand off his neck. Only to be then thrown against the wall.

As his vision began to blur, (Y/n)'s uncle's thoughts raced, realising too late the true danger he had underestimated. His mind flashed to the past, the countless times he had been in control, the power he held over others, the fear and submission he'd elicited. It all seemed so distant and meaningless now, as he struggled for air. In his final moments, the uncle couldn't help but feel a flicker of regret, a sliver of a wish that things could have been different. But the darkness closed in around him, snuffing out the embers of remorse, leaving nothing but the sound of his life slipping away.

The rage that had consumed Thomas continued to burn, and as he gripped the uncle's limp body, his anger only intensified. The once-proud, strong man was now reduced to a lifeless carcass in Thomas's hands, and with each violent toss, the satisfaction of retribution swelled within him. It took a while for the reality of the situation to settle in, for the adrenaline to dissipate, and the realisation of what he had just done to weave its way through the shroud of fury. But as Thomas finally set the body down, the crushing weight of his actions began to sink in.

A deep, unshakable sadness overtook him, and the silence of the empty room was deafening. The consequences of his actions would haunt him for the rest of his life, and as he looked at the broken remnants of the home his beloved had resided in, he mentally wept for the life they had once known, and the life they would never have again. His eyes suddenly noticed an old photograph of a young carefree (Y/n), that had fallen to the ground because of the impact. He felt a stab of nostalgia, recalling the memories of the woman who had once been the light in his life. Her bright smile, her infectious laughter, and the warmth that she had brought into his world came rushing back.

The contrast between the innocent, young woman in the picture and the haunted, tormented woman he had been around with these past months made his heart ache. A tear rolled down his cheek as he picked up the photograph, feeling a desperate need to protect her once more. With a heavy heart, Thomas cradled the photograph in his hand, cherishing the memory of the woman he loved. He knew that no matter the chaos and violence that had consumed their lives, the love he had for her would never fade. He promised himself to do everything in his power to bring her back to the light and to the happiness she so rightfully deserved.

He just hoped that one day, that the little sheep would return to Newt for him. Just for him, not for any other reason. Thomas started to slowly leave the house and farm as he went back towards the slaughterhouse. Wanting to at least get the one thing that had caught his eye and couldn't leave, that chainsaw on Mr. Lee's office. There was no ill intention from wanting to get it, he just really like it the same way other people had a fascination for knives.

Thomas knew he had caused anathor horrible sin, but he had stopped believing in God a long time ago, so who would punish him if the world hadn't done that enough? And besides, everybody else of the townsfolk had already left by now. Who could possibly stop him?

Author's note: This one was so difficult for me to execute correctly because I had a lot of ideas in mind, but I didn't want it to go longer than it should be, so I tried my best for it to make as much sense as possible. And just so you know, the moment Thomas is going back to the slaughterhouse is where the original timeline of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre: Beginning will occur. I want you to imagine for me that Mr. Lee is still there because he has a lot of things to pack. And since he is still there, Thomas will kill him a lot more faster now, because that rage inside him hadn't fully disappeared yet.

[heretyc]

"WATCH OUT BOY, SHE'LL CHEW YOU UP!" — MANEATER! AU [FRANCO BARBI X READER] [MOODBOARD & INFO POST]

PLAYLIST 4:19 || MANEATER - NELLY FURTADO >> "WHEN SHE ASKS FOR SOMETHING, BOY, SHE MEANS IT!" 4:25 || MANEATER - HALL & OATES >> "THE BEAUTY IS THERE, BUT A BEAST IS IN THE HEART!" 3:15 || CANNIBAL - KE$HA >> "I EAT BOYS UP, BREAKFAST AND LUNCH // THEN WHEN I'M THIRSTY, I DRINK THEIR BLOOD! // USE YOUR FINGER TO STIR MY TEA, THEN FOR DESSERT I'LL SUCK YOUR TEETH!" 4:54 || A LITTLE PRIEST - JOHNNY DEPP & HELENA BONHAM CARTER >> "IT'S MAN DEVOURING MAN, MY DEAR, AND WHO ARE WE TO DENY IT IN HERE? // THE TROUBLE WITH POET IS HOW DO YOU KNOW IT'S DECEASED?"

WHAT IS THIS AU?

Beginning with a simple headcanon post, Maneater! AU features the infamous Franco Barbi and his beloved wife with cannibalistic, black widow and mantis-like tendencies; you. A relationship that even Murkoff cannot put a leash on, you are a match made in heaven. With bloodied fingers and rings bonding you for life, you will surely go down in the history books.

After writing the headcanons, I became OBSESSED with this anon's idea, and decided to write more of it. The credit of the idea goes to mantis anon/@/trash-flowerss! [Unsure if they'd like to be tagged lol]

It's now become an official AU that will be featured on this blog! All are welcome to witness the madness and the undying adoration that is you and Franco Barbi.

She doesn't have to be you, of course; she can simply be an OC, a reagent, or a woman who matches Franco's freak. All up to you! All headcanons, fics and etc on this blog are written with as much immersiveness as humanly possible, which means your appearance is kept extremely vague [unless otherwise requested], so you can immerse yourself, or insert anybody you'd like!

Have fun, stay safe, and most importantly...stop stealing men's hearts, you silly bugger! As good as they taste in bolognese, the police are onto you, and Barbi's gonna run out of teeth eventually! *Please note that this AU contains literal cannibalism, themes of murder and Barbi being an obsessive, possessive and protective husband, which is something we all deserve [I'm only joking]. Consume [wink wink] with caution and don't pull a Thomas Hewitt, kay?

[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

[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!

If you also like fanfiction unrelated to x reader, please consider checking out my other works on here too! I also post about my ocs and projects I'm working on! I'm hoping to start being more consistent, so stay tuned! 📻

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〣Upcoming Pieces〣

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

⤷Head cannons & Blurbs

Requests are open!(0/3)✅

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〣Genshin Masterlist〣

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〣Supernatural Masterlist〣

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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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〣 If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask! My work is intended for entertainment purposes only. Please do not repost anything without my permission. Thank you! 〣

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

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons The most common job

Brahms Heelshire x Reader headcanons The last treasure

🧢 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

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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.

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“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.