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Can I have smth for Mikoto 👀 any headcanons that I can add too with reblogging??

When in doubt, I look to kissing headcanons 💕

ৎ୭ — summary : how mikoto suoh kisses his s/o

ৎ୭ — type : headcanons

ৎ୭ — genre : misc

ৎ୭ — warnings : cigarette use

ৎ୭ — word count : 358

ৎ୭ — taglist : @spoopy-fish-writes

•Two types of kisses; lazy and heated

•Lazy kisses usually commence after he just woke up, is a little tipsy or just finished off a cigarette. Even if he doesn't put that much effort into it, these are the more loving and affectionate ones. Mikoto in general is a rather lacklustre person - but don’t think for a second that these actions are not just as loving

•He'll just lean his head up and lightly press his lips to yours whilst he rests against the couch before returning to his lazing around. Sometimes he’ll hold the position a little longer - letting his fingers trail into your hair and caress your head as he kisses you with minimal effort

•Lazy kisses also occur in the morning, when you’ve both just woken up and opted for laying in bed just a little longer. It is then that his lips will brush against your own, as if saying good morning*

•Heated kisses are a different story

•When he grows possessive or is just in the mood for making your knees quake, his hands grab wrists, waist or even your shirt in some instances. These usually involve a lot of kisses as his rather large hands place on whatever skin they can whilst his lips get to work. It’s times like these where he’ll leave you dazed and panting, only to turn back to his cigarette as if nothing ever happened

•Mikoto will never admit it despite it being blatantly obvious - but he enjoys making you flustered. To the point where you’re as red as if hair, or burying your head into his shirt out of pure embarrassment

•Not really one to give you those soft kisses, but if you catch him in the right mood; he just might. You are one of the only people who have seen his gentler side and it’s a rare sight for even you. Such softness only occurs if you need comfort, or he’s woken up from one of his infamous nightmares

•All in all, Mikoto is an effortless kisser unless he has been put in a particular mood or has the sudden need to fluster you

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Demons Under My Bed

Mikoto Suoh x GN! Reader

first posted on my old account sol-kayan. Just reposting for new followers ^^

Tired. Tired, tired, tired. There wasn't anything else that he felt today. Today was empty, and so was yesterday. So was the day before. Mikoto sighed as he squashed the last cigarette of the day under his boot, the chain on his hip jingling with his movements.

"Anna, why aren't you asleep yet?" He asked when he saw a tuft of white hair sticking up in his bed, the girl's pale eyes looking at him with an emotion he couldn't quite read.

"[name] fell asleep here."

"[name]?"

"mhm. They were waiting for you, because they wanted to tell you something, but you took too long. They said it was important."

Anna looked towards your sleeping form, patting your head softly as you stirred in your sleep, shuffling around before sighing. "Cheesecake Fondue- Tatara nooo," you muttered before turning around, your back towards Mikoto and Anna.

Mikoto only cocked an eyebrow at you, before sitting down on the bed, removing his boots and chain. Getting up to place them elsewhere, he saw Anna still sitting up. "Oi, you should head to bed too. Or are you sleeping here?"

"I'm going to bed, otherwise where would you sleep?" Anna replied quietly, hopping off the bed, her pattering footsteps slowly fading as Mikoto collapsed onto his bed, turning over to see you and your beautiful eyes.

"You were awake?"

"No, I woke up right now, you weren't exactly gentle." you responded, shifting slightly as you wrapped your arms around him. Mikoto pulled you closer, burying himself in the crook of your neck with a sigh that tickled your nape.

"It's pretty late," you hummed, throwing a leg over him and pressing your nails into his scalp, the redhead letting out a soft moan that could have meant other things, given the timings. "We should sleep, okay? Good night, Mikoto."

And with that, you were fast asleep once again, his natural warmth lulling you into the world of dreams. But Mikoto didn't lie down properly yet, pulling back and looking at you with love and admiration in his amber eyes. "I haven't told you yet, and I probably never will, but you keep the demons under my bed at bay. Thank you, [name]."

Mikoto once again snuggled closer, and decided to sleep at peace for once. And he did.

the ending was weird ajajajasjjaksjhjka

gender-neutral reader, uses they/them pronouns.

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Suna with a s/o who loves butt pats when she sleepy

sleepy s/o who loves butt pats

Pairings: Suna x Reader

Warnings: none…. I think..? The word ass was used a lot so idk if that’s a warning????

A/N: suna is an ass person, i said what i said. this is a vvvvv sfw blog

Masterlist

Request here

Okay so, I feel like you wouldn’t find this out on your own 

Like, I headcanon Suna as a very clingy person to his S/O

He’s just a lil shy on showing you his affection

You were hanging around in his room 

While he was watching the previous volleyball game (I know he seems indifferent and lazy in his matches but I assure you that Suna loves playing volleyball)

Then you suddenly yawned

It caught Suna’s attention 

The next thing you knew, you were on his lap with his hands on your ass

You were weirded out but Suna told you to shut up and just go to sleep 

You fell asleep faster than you’ve ever had 

It soon became your favorite sleeping position

“Babyyy.” You whined, the ravenette barely spared you a glance as you hit his back your sweater paws. “I’m busy.” He said, clicking on his phone to play his game. 

“But I’m sleepy.” “Then sleep?” Suna didn’t know why you were telling him this, well, he did. He just wanted to tease you. 

“Rintaaa!” You pouted, nuzzling against his back. You hear him let out a sigh; letting out an internal cheer, you made him face you. “What do you want?” He asked you. Giving the best pout you could muster, you jutt your bottom lip lower as you looked between him and his lap, 

“Can I sleep on your lap?” Suna shouldn’t have been liking that sentence too much. He looked at your pleading expression before he furrowed his eyebrows, as if he was thinking of a response. 

You both know that Suna would say yes, but you also know your jerk of a boyfriend will try to milk this as dry as possible. 

“Let me think about it-” You huffed, moving between his arms and plopping yourself on his lap. “Baby you didn’t even let me answer.” Suna teased, his hands automatically trailing to the underside of your thighs. 

You rolled your eyes and buried your face to his neck. “We both know you’d say yes anyway.” Suna sent a smile that you couldn’t see as he laid himself down, bringing you along with him. 

The sudden motion caught you off guard as you fell down with a small oof. You glared at your boyfriend who was chuckling at your antics.

“You’re an asshole!” You said, he laughed. You forgot about the hand that was resting on one of your buttcheeks, only remembering it when a loud Smack reverberated in his room. You gasped at the sudden ache. 

“Rintarou!” He laughed before he laid you down beside him so that the two of you were face to face. One of his hands snuck under the side of your waist, his hand resting on your ass as he gave it small taps. He knew you loved this and it made you sleep faster. It also served as an apology for the rough slap he gave the other cheek earlier. 

“You know, if you just wanted me to touch your ass, you should’ve just said so.” Suna said, with a teasing peck on your forehead. You swatted his face away and closed your eyes, trying to fall asleep. . 

“I do not.” With that said, you felt Suna pull his hand away. You whined, gripping his hand and placing it firmly on your bottom. “You sure you don’t like it?” He teased. You knew, even with your eyes closed, that he was smirking at you. 

“Will you shut up and just let me sleep?” Suna laughed before he let out a sound of agreement, letting his hand tap your bottom. It went from tapping to groping, before he finally rested his hand there. Squeezing occasionally as he hears your deep breaths, you are finally asleep. 

Suna couldn’t help but grab his phone and take a picture of your sleeping face, snapping a few before he made it into his lock screen. He looked back and forth between his new lockscreen to you, who was peacefully sleeping beside him, and smiled. 

The ravenette decided to put his phone away and pull you closer, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep alongside you. With your arms around his middle and his hands rested on your bottom. The both of you were comfortably asleep. Now Suna knew why this was your favorite sleeping position.

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warnings: female coded reader; things i wanna do with a guy like atsumu miya

i can't stop thinking about atsumu and you hanging out, preparing dinner and after you've seen this reel on instagram, you want to try it out to see his reaction also there's something about him wearing his tiny little shorts and showing so much of his long, muscled legs that just drives you insane.

when you leave the pot on the stove to cook, you turn to atsumu who's leaning his slim hips against the kitchen counter. he's blabbering away about the last game and complains how that ref calling his serve out of bounds just wanted the jackals to lose (even though they were leading by five points).

being the libero for your v. league volleyball team, you're pretty confident you can pull it off, so standing in front of atsumu, you sling your arms around his thighs, effectively silencing him, and hoist him up on the counter.

atsumu is shooketh. he stares at you with big eyes, mouth agape, like that one surprised pikachu meme as you stand between his legs, grinning and squeezing his strong thighs as you knead and feel the hard muscles under his warm skin.

"w-wha—what was that?" he positively squeals, squeezing your sides as his legs try to shut, pushing his knees into your waist.

"what do you mean, you do that to me all the time," you say, leaning into him and relishing the dark flush spreading from his neck all the way up across his face.

atsumu opens his mouth again, closes is. apparently, you've succeeded in short-circuiting his brain.

"you don't like it?" you ask, the first hint of doubt creeping into your voice. when you attempt to lean away, atsumu immediately grabs for your hips, pulling you flush against him.

"are ya kidding? that was freakin' hot." his hands cup your cheeks and he peppers kisses all over your face. "so, whatcha gonna do now that i'm up here?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows and wearing that insufferable smug grin whenever he is horny.

to be honest, you didn't think that far. it was meant to be a joke, but with the way atsumu is looking at you right now, maybe you want to test further how much of a pillow princess he can be.

[shadowwinters]

Guys who would punish you & Guys who wouldn't

(This is just my opinion lol)

Guys who would "punish" you for being bratty and teasing them. Flirting with other guys and wearing such a skimpy outfit.

Kuroo, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Atsumu, Suna, Tendou, Tsukishima, Kageyama, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Terushima, Bakugou, Denki, Sero, Dabi, Shigaraki, Hawks, Aizawa, Monoma, Gojo, Getou, Sukuna, Todo

Guys who wouldn't because "What? Punish you? I'm not your dad?" They'd probably just tell you they weren't comfortable with what you were wearing or the way you were talking to that guy made them upset.

Kenma, Kunimi, Osamu, Aran, Kita, Ushijima, Goshiki, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Asahi, Sugawara, Akaashi, Bokuto, Yaku, Lev, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kirishima, Iida, Twice, Shinsou, Nanami, Yuta, Yuji, Megumi

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A/N: I love how I kept posting stuff in my most busiest time of the year.

He’s the groom that people physically try to stop from rushing into your changing room just so he could see you in your wedding attire before the ceremony started. At this point, you don’t know whether to let him in or not when your best man/bridesmaid told you that his friends had to physical pin him down in front of your changing room. You can even hear his best man threaten to tie him up if he doesn’t behave. Cue pouting from your soon-to-be-husband.

The groom: Hinata, Bokuto, Oikawa, Atsumu, Kuroo, Lev, Tendou.

The best man : Kageyama, Akaashi, Iwaizumi, Osamu, Kenma, Yaku, Semi (I just can’t imagine Ushijima doing this sorry).

REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED!

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Eating You Out HCs ~ 3 Slashers

Requests are still closed for the time being as I am getting back into writing. Smut themes ahead and AFAB reader. Included is Brahms Heelshire, Bubba Sawyer, and Pennywise

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Brahms Heelshire

~ Eating you out came about during one time of you two having sex

~Brahms was fingering you into an orgasm and had an idea

~You always felt good

~Did you taste good?

~So while you rode out an orgasm, you looked up and watched him slurp the juice from your cunt off his fingers

~He looked you dead in the eyes as he tasted you

~He let out a guttural groan

~You felt yourself throb and some juices drip out of your panties and down your thighs

~And your panties were slipped off immediately

~You let a yelp out before you landed on your back

~Brahm’s mask was thrown to the side

~You felt him slurping at your hot cunt

~ His tongue lapping at your clit

~You were moaning his name louder

~Urging him to continue to slurp while an orgasm hit

~Causing you to squirt in his mouth and clamp your legs around his head

~He continued to slurp until you pushed him away

~His eyes were dark with lust

~This was not the last time tonight you would be squirting in his mouth tonight

Bubba Sawyer

~ His favorite activity was eating you out

~He would spend hours attached to your cunt

~Not paying attention to your pleads to stop or to fuck you

~His favorite place was you sprawled on his table in the basement

~Your legs spread opened for him

~Yet chained to the desk forcing you to stay opened for him

~He loved slurping your juices and sucking your clit

~His favorite thing to do is to alternate till you squirt your juices all over him and the table

~You usually have enough time to breathe before Bubba starts again

~Your moans and begging would be heard throughout the house

~The family would be happy Bubba found a past time he could spend hours at

~Another favorite place was in the kitchen

~Just seeing you in an apron and your hips bursting out of it

~He would be on his knees

~Eating you out while you cooked or washed dishes

~Waiting for your juices to spray into his mouth and you to ride against his face

~Or wait for you to sit at the table to have dinner as the family leaves so he can have dessert

~He will leave you hot and bothered until they leave

~Just so he can eat you out as a true proper meal while you have dinner

Pennywise

~ He didn’t realize eating a person out would be so invigorating and pleasing for both

~ He loved the sounds of your moans in his ears

~ Sometimes he would get you riled up just to hear you moan

~But when he heard you moan to him eating your juices up

~He almost came too

~He loved to have you sitting on his face

~It showed his strength

~And it allowed you to not move

~It also allowed your juices to drip freely into his mouth

~His tongue would slither into your cunt

~You could feel it lap against your clit

~Your juices drip

~Your moans are louder than usual

~He is almost growling into your cunt

~And when you finally squirt hard into his mouth and start to ride his face

~He takes every drop and holds you still

~You can’t move as his next goal is to make you squirt harder

~And continue till you are begging to stop

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If you’re open for requests or suggestions, could you do Ushijima, Daichi and anyone else of your choice with a f!Reader who’s insecure due to society’s body standards? If that makes sense, sorry. I’ve been feeling really insecure lately because everyone’s either thick or really slim and they’re all pretty and fit in the standards whilst I don’t :(

“YOU’RE PULCHRITUDINOUS”

— ushijima, daichi, sakusa, atsumu, and oikawa comforting you

a/n: oop, this took some time; hello everyone <33 FEMALE READER BTW

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI:

when he passed by your shared bedroom, he didn’t expect to see you looking dejectedly at the mirror and constantly squishing your stomach.

“y/n…?”

you jump, startled, “oh hey toshi! what’s up?”

he walks towards you, steps soft, “what’s wrong? is something bothering you? did someone do something?”

you smile and shake your head, “nope!” you pat his cheek lightly before giving it a kiss, “it’s nothing you need to worry about, my sweet and buff husband.”

“but as your husband, I need to make sure that you’re happy and comfortable,” he says, looking you straight in the eye, but his hand holding your own and rubbing your wedding ring.

you chuckle lightly, but it’s humorless, “it’s just…I haven’t been feeling the best in my body, it’s like I don’t fit in with what the world considers beautiful.”

“if the world doesn’t consider you beautiful then they are blind.”

you lightly punch his shoulder, “where did you learn to flirt like that?”

“y/n, I am serious.”

for some reason, no words come out of your mouth as you see your husband place your hand on his chest, where his heart is, “I don’t know if it helps, but I firmly believe that you’re beautiful in ways that can never be described in words.”

“oh ‘toshi,” you wrap your arms around him and hug tightly, “I love you, so much.”

a smile makes its way onto your face when you feel him smile slightly into your hair, “I love you too.”

“also, why are you wearing a pink apron?” you ask, a giggle escaping your lips and eyeing his ‘best husband’ apron he has on.

“I was trying to cook something for you,” he says, but looks down at this feet, discouraged.

“and?”

“it doesn’t look appetizing,” he sighs before looking up, “I am sorry.”

“I will eat it anyway, it can’t be that bad,” you assure him before walking towards the door but he holds your arm gently.

“no, i can’t let you die because of food poisoning, especially food I made,” he says in slight panic and obvious worry that you can’t help but chuckle at.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

mornings with you and your husband were generally organized and calm, a couple of kisses here and there, making drinks and breakfast for each other.

today was no different, except daichi has been searching for his cap for the last 15 minutes but to no avail. he searched high and low and checked every corner of the house.

hell, he even checked the attic and while yes, he stumbled across one of the photo albums he oh so adores but can’t indulge in right now, he still can’t find his cap.

so he settles for the option he should have chosen from the very start.

asking you, his beautiful wife, for help.

“y/n! have you seen my cap?”

“no! did you check under your brown coat?” you call out as you, gloomily, look yourself in the mirror.

“yes, but— oh nevermind; it’s really under my brown coat.”

daichi puts his cap on before running back to your room to give you a goodbye kiss, “hey there, gorgeous.”

“you must be developing the mothers’ super power of finding something quite early,” he chuckles, “or it’s a sign for us to finally do something.”

your cheeks heat up as you swat him away, “SAWAMURA DAICHI!”

he smiles again, taking your hand into his and kissing it. soon, he kneels down, “have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“yo-you don’t have to do that now,” you mumble, trying to make him stand up but looking away when he stubbornly stays in his knees, “you will be late.”

gently, he pulls you down to him and pats your head, “well, I think it’s more important to remind my wife that beauty standards are not consistent and shouldn’t be what she compares herself to.”

you narrow your eyes, “you think that it’s that easy to stop—“

he places a finger on your lips before he continues, “she also should know that she is a whole standard herself and that no one can even compare.”

you, flustered, avert your eyes and look away and he takes as a chance to place another kiss on your cheek, “well! I better going now.”

“good luck,” you say softly with a smile and he laughs.

“I don’t need luck as long as I have you by my side!” he raises his left hand and your name that is engraved on the wedding ring shines.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI:

it was just a day of chilling in your house; your husband has finally gotten a one week break and you both agreed to make all out of it.

so after some discussions, you put all the snacks on the table while he gets the blanket and pillows.

“what movie will watch?” you ask while he sets it up.

“whatever you want.”

“then spinning a wheel we shall do,” you hum while he grumbles.

“y/n, it never lands on something we like.”

you giggle, “that’s the fun of it!” you wrap your arms around his shoulders before kissing his cheek, “we can trash talk it all the more and if you don’t like that then we will spin it again.”

his arms find their way around your waist as the both of you sit down, “then what’s the point?”

“the author wants to add words because this was too short for her liking.”

“what?—“

you cut him off by throwing yourself on him causing him to lay down. he groans but pulls you closer nonetheless, “you’re killing me.”

“good,” you smile and snuggle into his chest even more. you sit for a while cuddling together. soon you speak up.

“omi, kiyoomi, omiomi, oni—“

“what.”

“do I look bad lately?” you question and he looks at you offended as if you had insulted his entire lineage.

his eyebrows furrow and a frown is instantly on his face, “who the hell put that dumb idea into your head?”

“no one— in particular— it’s just seeing how the standards for beauty are nowadays, I don’t exactly fit.”

he sighs and takes a hold of your hand, “I am going to say this as politely as I can,” he takes a deep breath, “fuck society and its beauty standards.”

you snort making him roll his eyes, “I am serious; who said you need to fit?”

“the world, omi.”

he bumps your foreheads together lightly, “well the world is dumb and if you believe it then you will be as dumb as it is.”

a pout graces your face and he press a chaste kiss on your lips, “I will love you til we grow old and wrinkly you loser; I don’t care about the standards they put and you shouldn’t.”

you prepare to punch him but he grabs your fist, but looks away to avoid eye contact; his cheeks are a soft red hue as he speaks, “to me…you’re the epitome of perfection and beauty.”

MIYA ATSUMU:

today, one of the many events atsumu has to attend; you know first hand how much he hates these events, and he doesn’t hesitate to let it be known.

“I would much rather spend my time with ya than a stupid event!” to be exact.

so the solution you found into convincing your husband to go the events is that you would go with him which got you to your current predicament.

“y/nnnnnnnnnnnnnn!”

“tsumu, have patience for god’s sake!”

“but I wanna see yaaaaaaaaaaa!”

he huffs and grumbles when he doesn’t get a response, “yer so mean.”

after a couple of minutes (really only one minute but atsumu’s patience is non-existent), he gets up and goes to check up on you.

the moment he opens the door, he is met with a sight he wants engrave in his memory forever. you looked beautiful, ethereal, gorgeous, and absolutely stunning to the point he is starting to feel hesitant about letting others see you like this.

they don’t deserve to see such heavenly beauty, he grumbles in his head. not like he does, but oh well some are just privileged. privileged as hell in his case.

“Y/N YA LOOK SO GORGEOUS! BEAUTIFUL! PRETTY! OH MY GOD HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY?!”

you giggle softly but soon start fiddling with your fingers, “you sure? I feel like I don’t exactly look that good.”

“why?” he visibly deflates, and pouts before waddling towards you. he hugs you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder, “ya look so pretty, ya always do.”

“i don’t exactly meet the standards of the world nowadays.”

he smiles softly, “do ya want to know something?”

you hum and he interlocks your fingers together.

“everyday, I think about how out my league you are,” he starts, “ya always look so gorgeous and are so beautiful, not to mention your amazing personality.”

a smile makes its way to your face and he chuckle, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I also love yer cute little butt,” he cheekily says while squeezing it making you squeal.

“‘tsumu, we have an event we need to go to!”

“hmmm, I think we can just be fashionably late for tonight.”

OIKAWA TOORU:

“y/n, baby, angel, pretty, gorgeous, can you please come to bed!” your husband whines from the bed while you sit on your desk doing god knows what.

“baby, please I need to have you in my arms or I will die!”

you sigh, “tooru, stop the dramatics; I will be with you soon, bubs.”

he pouts before basically screaming in mini-caps, “YOUR HANDSOME HUSBAND WILL REALLY APPRECIATE HAVING HIS PRETTY WIFE IN HIS ARMS RIGHT NOW!”

soon, you throw an almost-empty pack of tissues on his stomach making him groan, “I said I will be with you soon, you baby.”

he gets up, a cute frown gracing his lips as he stands behind you, “y/n! it’s not nice to hit your husband with a tissue pack!”

“and it’s not nice to keep bugging your wife, pretty boy.”

“I-well-,” he splutters before crossing his arms and looking away. from the corner of your eye, you can see an adorable red hue adorning his cheeks.

“I still make you nervous, tooru?” you tease while he huffs a small ‘hush’.

he gets another chair and sits beside you, “ignoring me, what’s keeping you up, pretty?”

he takes a hold of your hand and rubs his thumb over it before kissing the back of your hand.

“just thinking about how I look…”

“how perfect you look?” he teases lightly, putting a strand of stray hair behind your ear.

“no, you loser,” you say chuckling sadly, “I don’t exactly fit with the beauty standards and stuff; I don’t feel that pretty sometimes.”

“hm, that certainly is a pickle,” he hums thoughtfully, “but it’s okay to feel that way, even I feel like that.”

“the world-known hot-shot argentinian setter doesn’t sit the beauty standards?” you deadpan.

he nudges you with his elbow, “yes even the hot-shot setter, but I just want you to know that no one can always fit these standards, even me.”

“in fact, if you ask me,” he says standing up and pulling you in front of the mirror, “I think you’re the most irresistible, charming and alluring person I have ever laid my eyes on.”

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A little smut (////) (Slashers x reader)

Tw: well, 18+, blood play, knife play, temperature play, possibly forced to have sex

Michael Myers.

It was a difficult day. A new employee has appeared at your workplace and, as luck would have it, you had to tell everything about his duties. Jake turned out to be a nice guy, he even brought you coffee during lunch, and tried to joke in every possible way. No matter how much you complained about fatigue, the thought that now you will have a person at work with whom you can just talk in a friendly way pleased you.

Opening the front door, you quickly pulled off your shoes. Even if the heel was almost imperceptible due to a more or less low platform, your feet are really tired. Dropping your bag at the doorstep, you relaxed and walked to the laundry room, unbuttoning your shirt. I had to get clean clothes.

"Michael. I'm home," you shout, even though you know he's probably been following you since work.

Pulling off your wet shirt, you were about to unzip the skirt, when your wrists were intercepted by big hands. Looking up in surprise, you met the empty eye sockets of the mask.

"Michael? Something happened?"

The man didn't answer, just tightened his grip on your hands, pressing them against the wall. You were really scared. Heavy breathing came from under the mask.

"Mikey, what's wrong with you?"

The man lifted the edge of the mask so that his mouth and nose were visible. Leaning towards you, he bit your neck. You squealed. Pain pierced your sensitive skin. Leaving a noticeable bite, Michael began to lick it, growling animalistically.

With one palm continuing to hold your hands against the wall, he slid his fingers behind your back and unbuttoned your bra, throwing it aside. Squeezing your chest in his hand, he fell back to your neck, leaving new marks.

You let out a muffled moan. His cold hand contrasted pleasantly with his hot breath. Michael has always been rude to you, but now his actions went beyond the ordinary. You instinctively squeezed your hips, feeling the viscous warmth accumulating in the lower abdomen.

My thoughts got confused when Michael switched to your collarbones. He is well aware of your sensitive spots. The man ran his palm over your stomach, you squeaked. The skin was covered with a swarm of goosebumps.

"M-Michael, s-stop."

Lowering your head down, you noticed a bulge in Myers' jumpsuit. It surprised you a little. You had sex a couple of days ago, and with his superhuman endurance, the next time was supposed to be in a couple of weeks when he returns from his little hunt again. Did something make him angry? You didn't know. At least you won't know until he decides to talk.

Electricity seemed to radiate from his every touch. The current was flowing under your skin, making your blood boil. You began to feel a growing excitement. Tasting every inch of your skin, Michael left red marks. Bruises have already begun to form on your wrists from his brutal grip.

Running his hand lower, Michael dug his fingers into the fabric of the skirt, pulling it down. The lightning made an unpleasant crack. There was a small scratch on your thigh from a metal clasp. You whined.

Sliding his hand into your panties, Myers brought his fingers into your wet entrance. You flexed your hips, squeezing Michael's hand. Your muscles stretched painfully around his fingers. You squeezed your eyes shut, chaotic stars appeared on your eyelids. You tried to squeeze out at least a few words, but only a pathetic meow came out when the man began massaging your clitoris with his thumb.

The legs turned to jelly. You let out a strained sigh when Michael's hand stopped holding your wrists and moved to your ass, squeezing your soft flesh for support. You wrapped your arms around the man's neck, digging your nails into the back of his head, trying to remove the tired mask.

"M-Michael. Mmm, p-please."

You bury your nose in the collar of your jumpsuit, trying to catch your breath. Michael, watching your futile attempts to pull off the cold latex, stops. He seems to be thinking about something for just a moment. He loosens his grip on your buttocks, and you take it as permission. Finally freeing the beloved's face from the mask, you throw it on the floor. Looking up at Michael, you catch your eyes on such familiar and dear features. Since the last time, his pale face had been covered with light stubble; brown hair fell in careless waves over his large shoulders; pink lips were compressed into a nervous thin line. While enjoying your beloved face, you meet Michael's sky-blue iris with your eyes. So bright and warm, like a summer sea breeze shining under the persistent, warming rays of the sun. For others, these eyes looked like empty pieces of ice, "the Devil's eyes."

You smile, moving your hand from the neck to Michael's face, gently running your fingers over the prickling hairs on his chin.

Myers looks at you for a couple of seconds before pressing on your sensitive clitoris again. You return to the pool of excitement and a feeling of heaviness in the lower abdomen. Just a moment, allowing you to wait out the accumulated heat, has now only doubled your growing desire.

Rolling your throbbing flesh between his fingers, Michael watched with delight how quickly the emotions on your face changed. You bite your lower lip. Unexpectedly for you, your hips themselves begin to sit on the fingers of a man, directing him to the right points of pleasure.

When you almost reach the edge, just a couple of movements to let you fully enjoy the euphoric feeling of pleasure, Michael removes his fingers. You whine in protest and try to squeeze your hips together, looking for the cherished friction.

Michael brings wet fingers to his mouth and greedily licks. You look at him from under your eyelids covered with resentment when a man pulls you in for a kiss. He crushes your lips roughly and pulls your tongue into his mouth. You feel the salty taste of your arousal mixed with the pleasant taste of his tongue.

He lowers you down and unbuttons his pants, continuing to kiss you insistently. Michael untangles his legs from his clothes and grabs you under the hips with both hands, pressing you against the wall. Your vertebrae slide unpleasantly on a hard surface, and your skin is covered with goosebumps from the cold of the painted walls.

Finally, Myers breaks the kiss, and you whine at the feel of his hot cock at your entrance. He enters only half, but it still brings you tangible discomfort and echoes of pain, despite your walls stretched by his fingers. Michael waits a couple of seconds for you to get used to it. Having coped with the sensations, you wrap your legs around his lower back, interlocking them together. Your fingers are clenching from the rush of autumn cold: it seems that Michael did not close the window, although you were not sure about it before. The man comes out a little, and then fills you with his entire length, starting to slowly hammer into your wet entrance, accelerating the pace. The room was filled with strange, unusual sounds for your tired hearing, mixed with the measured blows of the window frame against the wall.

You moaned, at first in pain, slowly turning into a pleasant pleasure. His cock touched all the sensitive points inside you. Michael smirked to himself, your reaction only increased his desire to mark you. "Mine," he whispers roughly, squeezing the soft muscles of your buttocks. You moan in time with his thrusts. Thoughts got confused, forming a strange black-and-white lump of words stuck somewhere inside your head. The only thing that filled your creation right now was the desire to feel Michael. All, without a trace.

"Mine. Mine" murmur turns into a scream, and the man roughly bites into your neck, biting the place where a bruise from his past actions has already begun to form.

"Y-Yes" you answer when a stream of electricity spreads through your body from his bite.

Michael continues to move for a few more minutes, until finally he digs into your cervix with one rough thrust. He growls, and you feel his cock filling your core with thick seed. A moment, and you are shaken by your own orgasm. As if the heavenly butterflies that had been accumulating in the lower abdomen had flown out, leaving behind seconds of pleasure, an unearthly buzz. You shudder in Michael's arms, feeling incredibly small. You like it. Michael whines low, feeling your walls shrink around his cock, helping the man recover from his orgasm.

"Mine," he whispers, gently kissing your collarbones.

Myers carefully comes out of you, lured by his sperm flowing out of your entrance, and carries you into the bedroom. Gently placing your limp body on the bed, Michael covers you with a blanket, laying down next to you and hugging you tightly to him.

"Mine Y/N."

Vincent Sinclair.

The room was hot. The fire under the container with wax pleasantly heated the air in the room, slightly burning the lungs. You never understood how Vincent could be here, being dressed in overalls and a warm sweater. Although, probably, it was just a precaution. At least you wouldn't want to get burned because of your inexperience.

The man was lying on a couch covered with a dark sheet. His blue eye was watching you curiously. Carefully removing the wax mask from his face, you put it on the table with tools.

"I like your face."

You whisper, gently tracing a massive scar with your palm. Vincent enthusiastically closes his eye, pressing his cheek harder against your soft hand. The keratinized skin scratches your fingers slightly, but this only spurs you on more. Having wound your fingers into the guy's smoldering hair, you bend down, covering his lips with your own. A slight sweet taste touches your tongue when you slide it into the guy's yielding mouth. His nimble tongue tries to compensate for his master's inexperience by playing with you. Crushing his reddened lips like plasticine heated in your hands, you gently bite them with your teeth.

With one hand you wrap Sinclair's hair around your fist, knocking a groan out of Vincent, with the other you slide over his bare chest. His curls are hot and obedient from the moisture covering them. Removing a few strands from the guy's face, you kiss his neck. Gently, gently, you run your fingers over the protruding veins, feeling the rhythm of his pounding heart. The beating fills your ears, as if giving you mute consent, and you smile contentedly, kissing Vincent on the cheek for the last time.

Descending lower, you begin to kiss his jerkily heaving chest. Tracing Sinclair's halos with your fingers, you take them into your mouth, slightly pulling and sucking. Vincent squirms under your actions. An incoherent string of sounds escapes from his throat, more like the plaintive whine of a puppy. Wrapping your fingers around his nipple, you move your free hand to his pants, pressing on the growing erection.

"So fast, baby?"

Vincent shrinks from the pet name. He always liked the melody with which these words poured out of your mouth. He's ready to listen to it forever.

The guy directs his hips up behind your hand. You gently stroke his bulge. Your cheeks are burning like hell, either because of the heat in the room, or because of your own excitement. It becomes more and more difficult to breathe, with each breath you try to take more and more burning air into your lungs.

"Wait a little, honey."

You stop and hear Vincent gasp in protest. He gets up on his elbows, but you gently guide him back. Taking a small guy's working candle from the table, you bring it to the others, already lit. After waiting for the fetish to ignite and a little wax to melt, you hold your hand over Vincent's chest. The red light playfully sways from each of your movements, mesmerizing Sinclair's attention. A slight tilt, and the pale skin of the guy is already reddening from the slowly hardening wax. From the very depths of his throat comes a mixture of hissing and a satisfied moan.

You grin as you watch Vincent's good eye roll up in pleasure. His bitten lips are compressed into a thin, sinuous line. His whole body is trembling in pleasure.

You giggle a little as you swipe at the hardened wax on your chest. Vincent's cheeks are noticeably flushed. He is ashamed that he appears before you in this form, even though he likes it. There are too many contradictions.

"My good, pretty boy."

You gently take his palm in your hand and begin to slowly kiss each finger. Every scar, every bruise, every mole. His fingers linger on your lips, tracing the pinkish skin with his nails. You perceive it as a desire for touch and bend down again to kiss him on the lips.

Pulling away from Sinclair's mouth, you blow out the candle and put it aside. Approaching the lower part of Vincent's body, you carefully take off the guy's pants and underwear, freeing his erection. The guy looks at you in a strange ecstasy, as if waiting for your approval of his body.

"Vincent is very nice."

You whisper and wrap your palm around its length. Slowly rubbing his penis, you enjoy watching Vincent's reaction. The guy throws his head back, frantically digging his hands into the edges of the couch, and sighs softly. You giggle devilishly and rub a drop of pre-ejaculate with your thumb. Seeing Vincent like that, you can't help but grin. Feeling your slow movements, the guy breathes erratically, trembling covers his body, making him moan raggedly.

Already wet, his penis slides well in your hand when you grab a third of the length with your lips. Vincent arches at the feel of the warmth of your mouth. You giggle hollowly, and he shudders even more from the vibration that has squeezed his being. You begin to slowly stick your head on his cock, sucking cheeks.

Vincent shivers and whispers your name fragmentally. You smile as you swallow his cock. Continuing to move your head, you gently touch Sinclair's trembling chin. "Look at me," you babble, and Vincent obeys. He casts a fleeting glance at you and squeals, ending up in your mouth. Vincent closes his eyes, his vision swimming with colorful fireworks of euphoria. The guy's body is cramped with a pleasant cramp and he feels a simultaneous unforgettable pleasure and a strange current subsiding deep in the bottom of his stomach. Moving away from orgasm, Vincent looks at you from under his closed eyelids. Your smiling face now, covered with his release, makes him shrink and at the same time be content with what he saw. Mixed feelings are struggling in him: shame for what he did to you; joy and relief for your affection and care; a strange feeling of satisfaction bubbling in your chest for the fact that your lips and cheeks are covered with his sperm.

"Good boy," you say, erasing the essence of your boyfriend and licking it off your fingers "You are very tasty."

You're walking lazily towards Vincent. He blushes, turning his head in the opposite direction from you, and raises himself on his elbows. "Better than candy," you add, and grabbing Sinclair's chin, you cover the guy's lips with your own.

Thomas Hewitt.

The time is approaching evening. The Texas sun is slowly moving towards the horizon, gradually mixing pure blue with acid orange. The trees swayed steadily in the surprisingly strong wind. The dilapidated barn door with a characteristic thud hits the nearby iron pitchfork and rake. Someday they will certainly fall, leaving noticeable dents on the ground.

You were sitting on the porch watching the sun go down. You've never seen the moon from here, but still you hoped to see it at least once. It's been about six months since you started living in this Texas Hewitt family house. You are used to the daily routine and the manner of communication of all the inhabitants of the estate. Hopelessness or your own desire to stay, you didn't know. The only thing you were sure of was your love for the Texas Killer, little Thomas.

You lazily climb the wooden steps and enter the house, closing the door behind you. Dinner was over a long time ago, the dishes were washed and put away, so now you had nothing to do. You decided to visit Thomas in the basement, who was probably engaged in the last of the morning violators.

Going down the stairs, you jump over a large puddle at the foot of the steps by inertia. The basement smelled of dampness and death slowly filling your shrinking lungs. You notice Thomas hunched over a table with a sewing machine. You can't help but smile sweetly.

Approaching the man from behind, you put your hand in his wet curly hair. That's the gesture you always use to tell Hewitt that it's you and no one else. He visibly relaxes, and his previously tense shoulders go limp. You turn Thomas to face you and see his new mask. Still a fresh human mask.

"Hi, Tommy. Did you miss me?"

The man nods. You're giggling. Running your fingers over the skin, you look at the remaining blood on them, which you immediately rub between them, making a sound like a disgusted groan.

" I'll get a rag."

You leave and return to the basement with a clean white cloth. You begin to slowly drive a napkin over someone else's skin. Thomas is watching you closely. You blush slightly under the attentive gaze of metal eyes. Thomas touches your face with his bloody hand, and you smile.

"Can I take off your mask, Tommy? I need to clean your face."

He seems to hesitate for a moment. After all, you will see his real face, his "progressive ugliness". But he looks into your eyes, so dear and beloved, and does not find that lie and disgust in them, nods. You gently pull off the elastic skin and put it on the table, next to other skin patches. Again, you take a rag and already run it over Tommy's scars. You stop at his lips.

"Can I kiss you, Tommy?"

He always appreciated that you respected his personal space and always asked before touching him in such exceptional places.

Thomas nods. You grab his shoulders with your hands, guiding the man's body, and cover his lips with your own. The taste of copper soaked your profusely saliva, but you did not resist, only deepening the kiss.

Looking away from such desirable lips, you notice a strange twinkle in his curious eyes. Hewitt kisses you again, albeit clumsily, but insistently, and stands up to his full height. You are once again convinced of its large size in absolutely everything. His lips curl in an insidious grin, and a second later his hands pick you up like a feather, carefully pressing you to him. You cling to the man's bloody shirt with your palm. Thomas is carrying you out of the basement. You already knew what to expect, mentally imagining the further development of events.

Hewitt brings you into his, your shared room, closes the door with a latch, which Hoyt kindly made so that during Thomas' absence old Monty could not spy on you, and puts you on the bed.

Thomas stops not far from you and takes off his mostly blood-stained clothes, remaining in only his pants. Then he walks towards you. The springs creak with a nasty creak under the weight of Tommy's body. He carefully removes your big shirt, which you secretly took from his things, and shorts, leaving you in your underwear. Thomas looks at you, looking for the slightest drop of protest in his eyes, but, fortunately, he does not find it. A man gently runs his rough hands over your chest, stomach and thighs, pulling short moans out of you. Pleased with himself, he hooks the edge of your panties and slowly pulls them down. You clench your legs in embarrassment. Thomas settles at your hips, picking them up and laying them on his broad shoulders. You can see how his chest is heaving unevenly.

If earlier it was just hot in the room, now you felt the fire burning and enveloping you both. Your heart beat in anticipation. Thomas briefly admires you and squeezes the outside of your thighs. He looks at the bottom of your stomach and kisses the heated skin. A groan escapes from your chest. Thomas likes the sounds you make, so he leaves more long and sensual kisses on the outside of your thighs, stomach and sides.

Noticing your humidity and how you began to actively fidget in search of liberation, he smiles, after a moment touching your entrance with his face. Hewitt inserts his tongue into your sensitive walls several times, watching your reaction. Continuing his actions, he runs his tongue along your entire slit from top to bottom and back, noticing that your emotions become brighter when he touches the top of your penis. The man touches that place again, watching you enthusiastically bring your eyebrows to the bridge of your nose and bite your lip. Thomas feels a throbbing bulge under his tongue. Having found the reason for your pleasure, he begins to actively lick and suck your clitoris. You squeeze your legs around his head. Thomas, pleased with his actions, begins to work harder with his tongue, accelerating the pace. A few movements, and your body cramps pleasantly. One moment you seem to find yourself in the arms of clouds, soft, fluffy and so inviting, and the next second you hit the ground with force, still in a strange euphoric state. An orgasm will cover you instantly from head to toe, you feel your toes curl up, and your hips begin to frantically lose themselves on Thomas's tongue and face in the hope of waiting out a wonderful feeling.

Thomas straightens up and looks at the mess he's made of you with his tongue alone. Your tear-stained eyes; trembling lips; reddening cheeks, not so much from embarrassment as from the blood that covered them.

You look at Hewitt and smile. his face, shining from your release, shimmers with red-orange fire from the window of your room, his wet hair is wound behind his ears and covered with already dried blood, silver eyes are carefully studying you.

"Thanks. Tommy," you say through heavy breaths.

Thomas gently takes your hand and begins to slowly draw letters on it so that you have time to understand his message.

"Y/N. P.R.E.T.T.Y."

"W.I.T.H. B.L.O.O.D. O.N. H.E.R. F.A.C.E."

Well, ha, I'm horny before the New Year and decided to write this~ And so, happy holidays, sweethearts ;)

[shadowwinters]

Pov: Billy and Stu went to go kill Y/n

Honestly I’ve been laughing at this for a while. I was thinking about Billy Stu and Y/n got together after Billy and Stu went to go and try Y/n just to get beat up……They really tried

[shadowwinters]

Okay here's more I'm parched

[shadowwinters]

Incorrect quotes Pt. 5 | House of Wax |

Y/n: I made tea.

Bo : I don’t want tea.

Y/n: I did not make tea for you. This is my tea.

Bo : Then why are you telling me?

Y/n: It is a conversation starter.

Bo : That’s a lousy conversation starter.

Y/n: Oh, is it? We are conversing. Checkmate.

-

Y/n: I actually have a black belt.

Lester : In what, karate?

Y/n: No, from Gucci.

-

Y/n, in a meeting: My policy is if you see something, say something.

Lester : I saw a squirrel in a tree today!

Y/n, with the tone of someone who is used to Lester : Outstanding.

Y/n: This is what I’m talking about people.

-

Bo: You seem familiar, have I threatened you before?

-

Y/n: I’m sick and tired of being called 'mortal' like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

-

Cop: You’re receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Bo: Shit.

Y/n: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Vincent : OH MY GOD LESTER FELL OFF!!!

-

Y/n: Can I be frank with you guys?

Bo: Sure, but I don’t see how changing your name is gonna help.

Vincent : Can I still be Vincent ?

Lester: Shh, let Frank speak.

-

Bo: Why are your tongues purple?

Vincent : We had slushies. I had a blue one.

Y/n: I had a red one.

Bo: oh

Bo:

Bo: OH

Lester:

Lester: You drank each other's slushies?

-

Bo: You lying, cheating, piece of shit!

Y/n: Oh yeah? You’re the idiot who thinks you can get away with everything you do. WELCOME TO THE REAL WORLD

Bo: I’m leaving you, and I’M TAKING VINCENT WITH ME

Lester, picking up the monopoly board: I think we’re gonna stop playing now.

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Bo: *Gently taps table*

Y/n: *Taps back*

Vincent : What are they doing?

Lester: Morse code.

Bo: *Aggressively taps table*

Y/n: *Slams hands down* YOU TAKE THAT BACK-

[shadowwinters]

you flinch during an argument

navi | masterlist | taglist 

thank you to anon for this request 

characters ♡ suna, atsumu & sakusa

content warning ♡ cursing, angst, mentions of abuse, hurt to comfort, hinted ptss, parent!reader (in sakusa’s)

Keep reading

[shadowwinters]

“Good pep talk, bruncle Hoyt…”

Bonus because I felt so bad I could have wept

[shadowwinters]

Reblog if no matter if you have 50,000 or 50 followers, you appreciate every single one. Reblog if you appreciate the messages you get, whether it's 100 or 1. Reblog if a little smile comes across your face everytime you see a new follower or message. Reblog if even though most of us aren't tumblr famous, we appreciate the little things.

[shadowwinters]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do slashers comforting their loved one. Preferably a girl and mainly Michael, Jason, and Thomas but if you want to throw more in I wouldn’t mind. I’ve been going through a lot lately and feel absolutely alone. I feel tired all the time and my anxiety has gotten worse as in to the point I can’t even do my job right sometimes. I feel useless and under appreciated… could you please write the slashers giving some fluff 🥲

Hello Anon! I am so sorry that this is coming out so late, I just finished with my finals and graduated. I am so sorry you are going through a hard time, we all could use some slashers comforting us. I hope you enjoy this!

Warnings: Michael being Michael with his thoughts, fluff, and reader is mentioned as being a woman but mostly just being referred to as being “his girl”.

Michael : 

Mikey took notice when you came home from work and just seemed really down. 

He got a little protective because one, who hurt you? Two who does he need to talk to with his knife?

Now he is not the most affectionate out of the slashers but he will try.

He will slowly approach you and gently pat your head.

When he sees the tears in your eyes he will scoop you up in his arms and take you to the couch. 

Once there he will lay you down and go towards the kitchen grabbing the cheesecake from the fridge. ( this man watches the golden girls with you fight me)

He will walk back towards you and sit down next to you and turn on the tv while sharing the cheesecake with you. 

If he's being a little more generous (which of course he is for his girl), he will cuddle you until you fall asleep on his chest and will grab a blanket tucking you in for the night. 

Jason:

Jason will not notice at first that you seem down since he was a little busy in the kitchen making some cookies just like how his momma made them. 

Once he sees your presence in the room he will greet you with a big hug and smile behind the mask. 

He will notice the tears in your eyes as you pour your heart out to him.

He wants to take action and get rid of anyone that has made his woman feel like crap but he knows that it's not possible at this time, his main focus is on you.

He will gently wipe away tears and silently shush you and hold you in his arms while caressing your head. 

He will feed you a cookie once you've settled down and will take you to your shared bedroom for some cuddles.

Thomas: 

Thomas was downstairs in the basement chopping up meat when he heard the upstairs door open and close. 

He doesn't need to see to know who it is, he recognizes your footsteps a mile away. 

“Hey Thomas…can I have a hug?”  

Thomas turns around ready to give you a hug when he sees the upset look on your face.

There are no words needed, he can tell that you've had a rough time and gives you a big bear hug. 

 You gently cry into his chest as he rubs your back in comforting circles. 

Once you've calmed down he will give you a sweet kiss and set you on his work bench so you can give each other company. 

Hey I hope this was okay, again I'm sorry this is late and that you have been going through a rough time. 

[shadowwinters]

Hey love, if you're busy or too full on asks you may ignore this one since your health is far more important, but I had a cute idea.

Thomas (father figure) x small child reader. I was thinking that the family could've adopted the reader from one a victim who had the bright idea to bring a 4 year old on a road trip of some sort. I think it would be cute seeing a small kiddo hug such a big guys leg and call him papa. I dunno, thought it was cute 💖🥺

𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 ! 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝 ! 𝐠𝐧 ! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

platonic fluff / drabble

A / N : awwweee this was so sweet to write 😭 thomas would make such a good father <33 i hope that you enjoy hun !! and of course any feedback or constructive criticism is greatly appreciated ♡

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WARNINGS : death of readers family, implied cannibalism, violence, MINORS DNI

SUMMARY : you're the only survivor of your family, and because of your age - the hewitt's decide to take you in. this is written from thomas' pov !! ( ◜‿◝ )♡

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thomas had avoided you like the plague when you first were taken under the hewitt's wing. he never considered himself to be much of a " kid person. " he was afraid to scare you, or even worse - make you cry. regardless, you were still apart of this family now and he had to do his part in taking care of you. what surprised him was that you didn't have the reaction he thought you would. every time he was around you, you would just stare at him all wide eyed and happy, without a trace of fear on your features. it sort of freaked him out at first. you were so young - too young to understand what had happened to your former family and that thomas had been the one to do it. he dreaded the day that you were old enough to find out.

it was odd having a kid around for the rest of the hewitt's as well. every day was a struggle to figure out who would be stuck on babysitting duty. usually thomas managed to get out of it as the rest of the family had agreed to keep you out of the basement as much as possible. it wasn't the gore they were worried about, but rather all of the sharp objects laying around. despite this, you always seemed to sneak away and come down to try to find thomas. the first time you had done it, the man nearly had a heart attack. he had to scoop you up and carry you back upstairs - in which case, you only just giggled as of it was some sort of game.

it confused thomas more than anything why you would want to be around him out of everyone. he began to gradually warm up to it though - attempting to baby-proof the basement to the best of his abilities. you would sit down there with him while he worked, usually coloring and drawing something. as much as he hated surrounding you with such dark things, he enjoyed being able to keep a close eye on you. hoyt began to tease him about it, saying about how thomas was becoming more of a father to you with every passing day. although he usually just let out a huff in return, the idea of being a father made his heart swell. it had seemed like such an unachievable thing for him until you came along.

the day that the entire family began to fully accept thomas as your newly found father was the day that you decided that. as usual, he had been working while you sat at the workbench doodling. he paused as he heard you tear off the piece of paper, little footsteps rushing over to him. you extended the paper to him with a big smile, jumping up on your tip toes. thomas cocked an eyebrow, setting the cleaver aside to take the picture. on it was a few little stick figures, which he assumed was supposed to be the entire family. what really caught his interest though was the little doodle of him, it had the word PAPA written right above the stick figures head. the way that he absolutely melted in that moment. it was nearly enough to make his eyes prick with tears. from that day forward, he had accepted his place as your father. and he was determined to place the entire world in your little hands.

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