#and helps hide it from hoyt

[tally-kiza]

fuck it, daydreams of arthur with a lil kitty cat are over.

from now on, it's only daydreams of arthur with TWO kitty cats.

one snuggling on his chest when he's napping and the other snuggling on his lap.

both of them meowing at him for food incessently when he gets home from work.

on cold cold nights when his hands are freezing he never stops petting them to warm up his bones. one for each hand.

arthur cradling them in his arms while swaying around the living room in a little dance, late at night.

one of them crawling into his carnival bag that he brings to work, and he doesn't even realize it until he gets there. instead of leaving it under hoyt's and the guys' care (shudder), or taking it back home (there's no time), he just brings them along and makes them part of carnival's act. :3 bonus points if that day he's working a kid's birthday party or something, and the kids are so delighted they pay arthur extra.

arthur practicing all his best jokes out on his lil audience of two. <3

[pathetichimbos]

Thomas cries a lot.

He's always been sensitive, every since he was a kid. The names other kids and hell, even adults called him cut deep every time he heard them.

Idiot.

Monster.

Freak.

Tears pluck at his brown eyes harshly as the majority of the schoolyard torments him, the teachers turning blind eyes to the mistreatment, too busy making their own comments about his mother and family to intervene.

"S-Stop--!" He hiccups, hands desperately covering his face as he shakes against the metal fence, "G-Give it back!"

"Come get it, Freak!" The little boy taunts him, holding the mask Thomas' mother made for him high in the air, the group of children around him erupting in laughter.

"HEY! What the hell's goin' on over here!?" Hoyt hollers as he yanks the bully up by his wrist, the kids mocking laughter interrupted as they scatter, "What the hell's wrong with you, boy!? Did your Daddy raise you to take shit that ain't yours!?"

Hoyt plucks the mask from the kid's hand as he shakes his head, wide eyed and scared at being caught red handed.

"That's what I thought, so why don't you scatter before I give him a call and tell him what the hell you've been doin'."

"Yes, sir!" The kid darts as soon as Hoyt lets him go.

"Little shit." Hoyt mutters, kneeling down to help Thomas put his mask back on, "Now, I done told you, Tommy, you can't cry everytime one of those little bastards says some shit to you. Man up, you're too damn old for all that whinin'..."

Thomas nods, wiping the tears from his red eyes as Hoyt takes him back to the truck.

Man up...

Man up...

That's what Hoyt and Monty always told him, their words not much kinder and cutting even deeper as they picked at him everytime he cried.

Over the years the tears eventually turned to anger, and isolation. Hiding himself away from everyone and everything around him, protecting himself from from harsh world around him.

...And then there was you.

Sweet, excitable, gentle you.

"...Tommy...!" Your voice is tired and sweet, clearly having just woken up when Thomas came in the room.

He watches as you stretch, waking up a bit more as you look up at him, a small smile on your face.

He's tired. It's written on his face, eyes droopy and shoulders slumping, standing over the bed, looking down at you.

"C'mere." You reach for him, hands grasping as you gesture for him to climb in bed.

He does as he's told, climbing under the covers and into your arms, melting into your warmth as he lays on top of you.

"Mmm..." You hum, relaxing as your arms wrap around him, your hands running up and down his back, sending shivers up his spine, "...My Thomas..."

He sighs at your words, melting even further against you as your hands gain rhythm and begin rubbing his aching muscles, working up and down his shoulders and back as he buries his face in your neck.

You lean your head against his, the smell of the shampoo you bought for him filling your nose as you continue rubbing his back, "...I love you..."

The arms around your waist tighten as he presses further into you, completely engulfing you in his presence.

How?

How is it possible for you to love him so incredibly, and so deeply that he doesn't even need to hear those words to know their truth? How could you possibly break down every piece of him, every broken part and hideous truth and still make him feel like the only thing that matters in the world?

You can feel him start to shake. He's been working so hard, for so long. He's exhausted, and worn down. His body is scarred and calloused. His mind is weary and weak.

And every insult, every hit, every bad thing that he's ever gone through was worth it, if it means he can feel this loved for the rest of his life.

You feel his tears before you see them, the quiver in his shoulders, the hiccups in your ear as he tries to hold it back.

"Oh, Tommy..." You mutter, kissing his hair as you rub his back, "It's okay, sweetheart, you can cry, I've got you..."

And for the first time in a long time, he does.

He cries into your shoulder, a shaking and sobbing mess as you patiently hold him through it, running your hands through his hair and rubbing his back as you coax him.

"There we go..." You coo as he pulls back, holding his face in your hands while you kiss his tear stained cheeks, his mask long forgotten before he climbed into bed, "Do you feel better, love?"

He nods, letting out a deep sigh as he relaxes against you again, feeling more relief than he has in years.

"Good..."

...Thomas cries a lot. After years of believing he was never good enough to be loved, of believing his place was being locked away in the basement, forever shielding himself from the world that hated him, he was proven wrong by a single person who loves him more than every good thing put together.

And that thought alone brings tears to his eyes.

[phntmeii]

♡ Dating Thomas Hewitt Headcanons

❝ I often ask myself, 'What makes a man a killer?' ❝

[ SFW + No Gendered Terms]

General Warnings: Mentions of Murder, Slight Stockholm Syndrome, Hoyt being Hoyt

A/N: Congrats to Tommy for winning the last poll for headcanons :) I love this man sm. I scour the entire internet just for fanart of his body he's so soft and aaaaa !!!

🔪 Tommy is unfamiliar with romance entirely. The most he'd gotten to know of it were stories from Luda Mae during childhood but he never got to experience it himself.

🔪 And the mention of what a "man does to a woman" by Hoyt wasn't appealing to him in any way. Tommy just focused on providing for the family and ignoring what Hoyt said.

🔪Then, a new set of victims made the mistake of running into Hoyt and Tommy was to do his job. Yet, for some reason, he couldn't help but stare at you when he brought you down to the basement and rather than running, you clung to him instead to hide from Hoyt.

🔪 For once, he wanted to protect you while Hoyt yelled at him to just kill you. But, everything was different this time. Someone willingly approached him rather than screaming.

🔪 Tommy was firm in his decision, towering over Hoyt as his own silent threat to keep you around. And so he did. While he couldn't speak to you, he tried his best to care for you despite you now being a prisoner in a home of cannibals.

🔪 He'd carefully place a plate in front of you and then just sit and stare at you, waiting for a reaction or for you to eat. Telling him you don't trust the meat in the case that it's human has him confused because they taste fine to him? But since your stuff was taken from you, Luda will just buy other foods for you to eat with your money.

🔪 In truth, Tommy is just as scared of you as you are of him. He doesn't want to upset you in any way because for once, it seems like he has a friend. An attractive one too. He waits for you to be more comfortable around him.

🔪 Tommy is a light sleeper so he'd have you sleep in his room with him. If you were to try and sneak out, he'd be right there to stop you. But, it's not like you have much of a way to sneak out anyway since he is completely clung to you in his sleep without realizing it. It's as though you were his pillow or plushie to cuddle during the nighttime.

🔪 When Luda noticed the way Tommy treated you, she would whisper little things he could do to impress you or make you happy. She always wanted him to find someone, especially since Tommy had his struggles.

🔪 He gets nervous when trying to do some of what Luda suggested because it felt like he was a little boy again. A little lovesick boy. But he’s a mama’s boy and knows Luda is helping him. He'd approach you and hand a flower to you, just as she suggested, hoping that it works to make you happy.

🔪 Some days, you’ll wake up to find a little note in your dresser. It’s in poor handwriting but you can tell it’s from Tommy. He picked it up from what Luda used to do—Leave notes in his lunch each day.

🔪 The first note you got had some drawings on it. You could make out smiley faces and hearts. The only legible words on the note was “I LOVE YOU”.

🔪 Tommy is very careful around you since he's aware of his size. He tries to be like a gentle giant, although, he can default to being too gentle, treating you as though you were made of glass.

🔪 He's scared to hurt you. After all, that's the only thing Hoyt has him do. Gods forbid if he did hurt you in some way, he'd slink away into the basement to avoid being around you. He would need some coaxing to understand that you're okay.

🔪 Overall though, Tommy is an absolute sweetheart. He's very attentive and willing to do whatever to make you happy. And he's also very easy to please! He's been taught to be happy with the minimum so anything besides that immediately makes him overjoyed.

🔪 Tommy's favorite thing to do is hold hands with you. He's self-conscious over the fact that his hands are scarred and rough but he can't help but be an internal mess at the electric touch between you two.

🔪 Sometimes when he's upset with Hoyt's constant yelling and berating, he'll toss you over his shoulders like nothing and bring you outside with him so he can cool down with you.

🔪 He finds solace in you. You'll find how Tommy will just sometimes stare at you because he's admiring your appearance. He has a particular fascination with your eyes. He finds it hard to look at them directly but when you aren't looking at him, it's all he can focus on.

🔪 One thing about Tommy: As much as he can be sweet, he still is a brutish murderer. Any victims who even catch a glimpse of you are his first targets.

🔪 It can be almost unnerving how easily Tommy can switch like that. To be so gentle with you to becoming a murderous beast towards anyone else.

🔪 One quick way you’ve seen Tommy get upset is when he heard Hoyt talk explicitly about your body. Hoyt did it specifically to make you uncomfortable as that is what gets him off most.

🔪 But his grin was quickly wiped off by how Tommy turned around and stared down Hoyt. He didn’t have much restraint but decided to simply pick you up and leave to his room with you. His silent threats spoke for him.

🔪 He also has a tendency to be paranoid about you staying. He makes sure you understand that this is your home now. He is your family. You wouldn't leave him alone again, right?

🔪 Tommy isn’t that hesitant to never take off his mask but he is around you because of his insecurities. He knows what generally attractive people look like considering the victims he’s caught before and knows he doesn’t look like that.

🔪 He grows more accustomed to having his mask off when you aren’t afraid to kiss and caress his face. You couldn’t be lying about that when your touch was so sweet and gentle with him.

🔪 Tommy’s main Love Languages to give are: Acts of Service and Quality Time. He loves to receive in return Quality Time and Words of Affirmation.

🔪 Tommy likes to go out of his way to do things for you because he likes to feel useful to you. Anything he can do to help you out and he’s rushing to help.

🔪 Any errand around the house he immediately takes up so he can hear you praise him for it.

🔪 If he sees you working, he’s made it a habit to get you tea or lemonade. In the mornings, he’s used to waking up early so he’ll let you sleep in and surprise you with breakfast. Before bed, he has a whole ritual for you before going to bed.

🔪 Pulling back the covers, making sure the pillows are cold and plumped up. And once you walk in, he’s planting kisses across your face, picking you up and tucking you in while he gets in beside you and holding you close.

🔪 One of his favorites to do is when you ask him to pick something up for you if it’s too heavy. When you compliment him for being strong, he’s barely letting you pick anything up anymore because he wants to hear you praise him more.

🔪 Tommy also just generally loves to spend alone time with you. Constantly being around his family in the home can leave him feeling slightly stir crazy.

🔪 He loves to just sit under a tree, under the shade and away from the harsh sun, beside you and just enjoy your presence.

🔪 Tommy was a little hesitant at the suggestion of a spa day with face masks and other things, considering he’d have to take off his mask but seeing you in the same face mask as him in the mirror and he was silently asking each week to do it again and again.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

[dahliaslove]

⭑ HC’S OF SLASHERS WITH A BIMBO S/O

⭑ authors note: this was very fun to make so feel free to request any similar head canons also lmk if i should make a part two with more slashers :)

⭑ warnings: small mention of kidnapping, some of them immediately make your appearance sexual (sorry but they’re very mentally unstable), stalking, mention of panty stealing, corruption kink, aged up stu as if he got away with the killings and went on to college, small mention of fucking in a bathroom, basically they’re all perverts to some extent (sorry)

⭑ characters: thomas hewitt, michael myers, bo sinclair, lester sinclair, vincent sinclair, stu macher

no detailed smut, but minors don’t interact please!

THOMAS HEWITT

- living in the conservative and rural south, i doubt he’s seen many people decked out in as much pink as you while also simultaneously wearing as little clothing as possible

- luda mae will definitely judge you by the way you dress but once she gets to see how well you treat her tommy she’s letting it slide and excusing it by saying that it’s necessary to dress like that in the heat or something

- once you’re an established person in the hewitt residence i feel like they wouldn’t really have to hide their cannabalism from you too hard due to you being you know . . . oblivious

- hoyt would 100% make some sort of remark to you that has thomas fuming, like he knows you’re such a kind and gentle person and hoyt should not be trying to get with you like that, even if you don’t necessarily notice that he’s being sleazy toward you

- i know thomas would low key struggle to contain himself around you and is definitely ashamed about it because he should not be feeling this way when you’re not even doing anything necessarily sexual

- like he feels pathetic palming himself in secret while thinking about you in your short skirts and tight tops but after you find out about this he’ll absolutely let you help him out with it

- imagine trying to calm the creaking from his bed so his family doesn’t hear as you ride him silly with your skirt rolled up your thighs and his big hands holding onto your waist . . .

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MICHAEL MYERS

- the amount of pink you’re wearing is what first catches michaels attention. he definitely stalks you at first and just watches you waltz around in your bright pink attire, oblivious to michael watching you, very obviously too.

- to be honest i think this would frustrate him at first, like why aren’t you noticing that there a dangerous man following you around?!

- oh my god and if you’re someone who constantly forgets to lock their doors? michael is literally taking that as an invitation to break into your place. he doesn’t even bother to hide whenever you come walking down stairs in your short and cutesy matching pajama top and bottoms, he just waits for you to notice.

- mans is absolutely baffled whenever you turn to him and instead of freaking out, you just smile and ask him if he’s hungry. i would like to say that he would take this invitation and take a container of whatever food you have and then just awkwardly leave and question his whole entire existence.

- he comes back though, because even murderers have to eat, right? he just keeps coming back to your house frequently until he’s practically living with you.

- i feel like one day you would probably see him on the news while looking for something to watch and be like oh my god my new roommate is a killer? well . . . he hasn’t hurt me so it’s whatever i guess . . . wait! that’s why he never pays rent?

- once you guys cross the line from roommates to a couple, he will honestly be a little concerned for your well-being, like how does someone as oblivious as you even make it through the day?

- don’t worry though, michael will absolutely stalk you to check in on you and will murder anyone who does anything to you :)

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BO SINCLAIR

- to be honest, this mf is gonna sexualize you immediately. He’s turning his charm levels all the way to 11 and trying to win you over in his own manipulative and slightly hot way though.

- he definitely gets annoyed by you being clumsy, but he uses that as an opportunity to 100% be a pervert by letting his hands wander or just straight up staring down at your tits or ass.

- trust me, as soon as this man is in your vicinity he is rock hard because he literally has the dirtiest mind ever and has absolutely no chill. ( this makes the sex 1000% better though )

- he for sure has nude polaroids of you in his wallet, like imagine gifting them to him sealed with a bright lipstick stain on the back and a cutely drawn heart. he also jacks off to these in the back of his shop because he has no shame when it comes to you as i said earlier.

- he probably wouldn’t worry much about you leaving due to you being oblivious to the situation you’re in but he would definitely be more protective of you because of this when you get to know each other more.

- like if any tourist tries to do or say anything to you that he doesn’t like? he’s gonna try and keep his act together with clenched teeth and a strained smile before killing them off himself instead of sending them to vincent or something.

- definitely makes fun of you for being a naive klutz though. like he will manipulate you to the max to get you to comply for him, he’ll say things like “just please do it for me, okay sugar?” and have you wrapped right around his finger.

- the same kinda goes the other way, just to an extent. after a while of you laying some sweet loving on him he’ll definitely be asking lester to pick you up some pretty lipsticks and anything that he thinks you’ll find cute.

- over all, you’re bo’s walking wet dream and he literally can not get over you especially after you guys get in a relationship and to you he’s just your silly little mechanic boyfriend who lives in a weirdly empty town.

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LESTER SINCLAIR

- lives for the aesthetic and finds you so pretty but is a total pervert and he, like bo, uses your naivety to his advantage

- he gives panty stealer vibes to me, like i know he probably acts all innocent and puppy eyed around you but as soon as you look away for one second he’s going into your room and stealing your panties you know? (he still does it while you’re in a relationship too, because this man can not be stopped)

- say you work at a cute little diner he likes to frequent (because of you) he will go there every other day and butter you up only to leave the parking lot of the diner and jerk off into his hand on the side of some abandoned road . . .

- he will find a way to be with you whether it be literally stealing you away or finding you on the side of the road after your cars broken down and convincing you to stay with him. and with the second option being more likely (he will mess with your car and plan out the whole thing) you won’t even realize he’s got you tied in with him forever

- you’ll just think lester is the sweet southern man from the diner who’s turned into your boyfriend who takes care of you and let you move into his place really quickly

- He absolutely has a corruption kink, like he loves the idea of being with someone so perfect and just absolutely ruining them. he also definitely has you christen his truck for “good luck” by fucking you in there until you’re a sticky sobbing mess.

- but on the softer side of things, i know lester is so greatful for you and can’t believe that someone as sweet and pretty as you could love him. especially as someone who wasn’t loved properly as a child :(

- and he’s so protective over you too because he knows how mean the world can be and he doesn’t want anyone else to hurt you. so he’s definitely extra careful when he has you in the car and is picking up tourists. it’s low key funny because he’s over here worried they’re gonna say something mean to you and not that you’re gonna find out what he’s luring them into. if they do something though, he makes sure to tell his brothers to make their death slow and painful :)

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VINCENT SINCLAIR

- he absolutely adores you, like he loves having a silly lil naive pink loving partner.

- anytime you’re having one of your airhead moments he will calmly explain to you in more detail until you understand what he’s talking about :(

- he loves drawing you, he does it so much it’s to the point where his pink colored pencils are getting shorter and are always dull from use. he hangs the drawings up all over his walls and stuff too, which literally has you leaving kisses all over him and drowning him in compliments (he gets very flustered)

- tries to keep you away from the fact he turns people into wax statues, but is glad that you don’t even seem to notice! imagine you complimenting him on how life like they look and he’s like :-|

- probably very protective over you, especially if you come into contact with bo . . . who has no shame in flirting with you but you’re just like no thanks i have a perfectly awesome and cool boyfriend :) (bo’s ego was very hurt that day)

- this immediately has him rolling all over the house and happily dancing because he loves you so much and you’re all his

- just because he feels like this doesn’t also mean he’s not a perv like the rest of them though (you thought you were safe muahaha) he probably has so many nude drawings of you, mans absolutely gets every detail in them too

- he hides them from you at first but if you find them . . . oh my lord he’s gonna be so embarrassed . . . and hard. seeing him depict you so beautifully, probably splayed out on pink sheets too, immediately has you on your knees for him.

- i don’t care i would suck this man dry to show my appreciation, like until he has tears in his eyes and he’s just uncontrollably bucking his hips into your mouth

- basically he loves you in pink and is your #1 supporter!!!

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STU MACHER

- absolutely whipped for you and you have him following you around with heart eyes all over campus

- doesn’t tell you about his side hobby of killing people, because he honestly doesn’t feel the need too since you believe him anytime he says the red staining his shoes is paint.

- absolutely gives you the princess treatment since he has all that money from his rich parents, so he buys you new clothes, gives you mail money, money to get your hair done, ect, ect.

- but he also does it with his actions you know? like he absolutely opens the door for you with a dramatic bow and says something like “after you, m’lady”

- he’s the type of guy that will go out of his way to look up your skirt to fluster you though

- he’s still a pervert but he’s more jokey about it, for example, he makes all sorts of dirty jokes and giggles like a maniac when you don’t understand them. when you do though, you’ve got him down on his knees for you, if you respond back by flirting, just know he’s taking you off to some bathroom and absolutely fucking you dumb and when you’re done he’s flipping your skirt back down and leaving the bathroom with a spring in his step.

- basically you’re just his sweet lil bimbo partner who he spoils endlessly in kisses n’ nice stuff who thankfully never notices the blood staining random items in his apartment :)

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[lace-coffin]

Hi!!! I really like your headcanons and I would’ve liked if your wrote some headcanons for Brahms Heelshire, Thomas Hewitt and Yautja (male if possible) with a muscular female reader. A muscle mommy if you will.

Pretty please :3

Hi! I’m so glad you like my headcanons that’s so lovely to hear < 3 I had such a good time writing this omg! I’m gonna write a fem yautja aswell for my little lesbian self !

How would the slashers react to a Muscle mommy!Reader? (NSFW)

Requests are open!

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms loves your muscles, he thinks you’re the most attractive person on this earth anyway but the muscles are an added bonus. He always feels so safe wrapped in your big arms when he’s having a bad day, it makes him feel grounded and protected.

He absolutely loves being put in his place, Brahms can be pretty stubborn at the best of times. Refusing to go to his lessons or take a bath? Up you go! Feel free to give his ass a slap if he kicks. He’ll yell and play up but he loves it, being manhandled over your shoulder like an object. Just ignore the boner pressing into you that he totally doesn’t have and is very angry about.

Demands to add your workout to his schedule. Brahms absolutely sits at the table with a little cup of tea and enjoys the show. The way the sweat drips down your arms is absolutely sinful and he loves every moment.

He absolutely hides behind you if you see a mouse or rat scuttle along the floor of the old mansion. Will your muscles realistically help against a mouse? Probably not. Is the mouse actually going to hurt a fully grown man? No. Does Brahms give a shit? No to both.

Thomas Hewitt

Tommy is a big guy himself, especially in the arm department, so he can appreciate how much work and time goes into your muscles. He defiantly has some weights and gym equipment in the basement for when it’s too hot to work out outside or you don’t feel like leaving the house. It’s a lot darker and cooler down there so you don’t have to worry about passing out from the heat or getting sunburnt.

Tommy will make himself ‘Busy’ in the basement when you’re working out. In reality he’s just moving things around pointlessly in an attempt to look like he’s not ogling you from across the room. If you tease him about it his ears will go a cute shade of pink. Let him know he’s allowed to just watch, he doesn’t need an excuse, hell, give him a little show whilst you’re at it.

Arm wrestling is a family event, and by that I mean you and Tommy wrestle and Hoyt yells from the sidelines. It’s nice for Tommy to have someone to roughhouse with without worrying about snapping their arm like a twig. It’s all fun and games so it’s not about who’s winning. Who’s counting anyway? (You’re totally winning)

If you want to fluster him easily then flex for him, pop him a flex whilst you’re helping move barn equipment, he eats it up every time. If you’re sweaty from the heavy lifting too? Even better

Hoyt has less chance of messing with or insulting you if you’re ripped. knowing that he’s an older man and that you could crush him like a tin can saves you from his scrutiny most of the time. Not that you think you would get to kick his ass before Tommy jumped in, but the idea is nice.

Male Yautja

Your partner is used to seeing female yautja bigger and stronger than himself but seeing it on you is so…different and exciting. He’s fascinated by the way the hard muscle sits on your human frame. He’d be lying if he said your strength didn’t lure him in.

He’s super proud of you, shows you off as his mate at any given chance, excitedly talking about how committed to training you are and how you’re perfectly made for hunting. His human is so little but so strong!!

Your mate loves to gift you jewellery and clothing, especially ones that accentuate your arms and midriff, totally not for his own prying eyes or anything. Bone accessories hang around your biceps, hand tied by your mate. He won’t be offended if you gain more muscle and he needs to alter his jewellery, infact he’d be delighted.

You’re not as strong as him considering he’s a massive reptile-esque alien who could crush you like a bug but you’re strong enough for him to not be as worried about hurting you as he would a normal human. You can play rough and dish it out at the same time. Sometimes he lets you win but he won’t tell you that.

Play fighting is always exiting, one minute you’re cuddling in your nest and the next you have him in a headlock, it’s a dirty move but it’s so worth it to see his mandibles flair as he flails in surprise. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t find it a little hot too.

Female Yautja

Female Yautja are known for their strength and stature so having someone who stands on even ground (or as even as it can be with your mates strength) is impressive and new to her.

Dressing you up is a favourite pass time of hers, draping you in the finest silky materials from all over the planets and bone jewellery, hand crafted and hunted personally. Your mate is gratuitous in using semi-transparent fabrics for your outfits, giving herself ample opportunity to see slithers of taught muscles as you go about day to day.

Mating is always intense to say the least, usually females will wrestle the males for dominance during intercourse and well, you pack some weight behind you. Both of you are well defined in the muscle area and neither of you like to loose. Luckily you both have pretty good stamina so you’re not exhausted before you actually get to the deed. Sometimes you manage to pin her and the look on her face is gorgeous, fucked out flustered, she might even tilt her head in submission and give you access to her neck if you’re lucky.

[kiss-theggoat]

Okay it’s a sad request but you know the slashers reacting to s/o being hurt? Can you do a slashers reaction to s/o thought to be killed by one of their victims. Only if you are comfortable with it of course!

A/N: Thank you so much for the request! Some of these might be a little out of character, so I apologize, but I hope you like it! 🖤

Slashers if Their S/O Was Badly Injured

Slashers Included: Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Asa Emory, Michael Meyers, Sinclair Brothers

TW: VIOLENCE AND DEATH

Thomas Hewitt:

When Hoyt and Thomas brought home a group of teenagers going through Texas, one of the men got free and ran into the kitchen where you and Luda Mae were preparing dinner. He stole a knife from Luda, shoving her to the ground where she hit her head and it left you, held at knifepoint. You tried to lunge at him, but the knife entered your stomach, twisting and gnashing at your skin and muscle.

Hoyt finally came in, shooting the man who held the knife. You collapsed with him, blood pouring from your wound onto the tile and soaking into your clothes.

Thomas shoved Hoyt aside, hands trembling and eyes already welling with tears. His chest felt like a black hole as he watched you grow more pale by the second. With shaking hands he rolled you over, placing your head in his lap. He reached down to put pressure on the wound, unable to stifle his cries as he watched blood gush from between his fingers.

You started to cough and sputter, blood leaking from the side of your lips as he leaned down, unclipping his mask. His pressed gentle kisses to your eyelids as they grew heavier, holding you in his lap as he watched you fade away.

Billy Loomis:

You’d been at Stu’s party, but you weren’t supposed to be part of the plan. Billy walked around the house, making sure that everyone was dealt with before going to find Sydney. He stopped in his tracks when one body looked familiar.

He dropped to his knees, knife clattering away from him as he touched your shoulders gently. He whispered your name, watching as you bled onto the floor. You could barely breathe, slowly taking in wheezy breaths.

“Billy?” You whispered in horror, realizing that he’d been the one involved with your death. Billy’s jaw tensed as he leaned closer to you.

“I’m sorry. You weren’t supposed to be here.” He whispered, placing his hand gently on your cheek for a moment before he stood, retrieving his knife.

Stu Macher:

Stu had let you in on his and Billy’s plan, and when Billy agreed to let you help, he was ecstatic.

But on the night of, everything went wrong. It was the time to give each other injuries, and you stood there, holding the knife nervously, hesitant to stab Billy. You moved forward and plunged the knife into him, but at the last second you closed your eyes, accidentally stabbing him too deep. Billy fumed, growling at you to give him the knife.

When it was your turn, you’d wanted Stu to do it, but Billy insisted. He shoved the knife into your stomach, not even trying to hide the fact he has bad intentions.

Stu yelled, shoving Billy away from you and hanging onto you as you fell to the ground. He apologized profusely for getting you involved, crying as he moved your hair gently out of your face, holding you as you closer your eyes even though Billy yelled at him to get up.

Asa Emory:

You’d probably be in the house of traps when someone got free from the red box. They snuck into the room that you occupied, at first thinking you were a victim. You played along until you tried to maneuver them towards another trap, and instead, they shoved you into it.

You fell onto the ground right on top of a two by two foot mat full of nails. They stabbed through your chest, and you screamed in pain, trying to push yourself up off the nails but the pain was too intense.

Asa heard you and immediately knew where you were, maneuvering through his house to get to you. The victim was long gone by now, leaving you and Asa in silence. He was full of rage, eyes twinkling with anger and sadness. There was nothing he could do now, except for take it out on the rest of the victims inside the house.

Michael Meyers:

You hadn’t seen Michael for a while, and it was making you nervous. He usually came by your house daily, but it’d been almost a week. You went by the Meyers house at night, slinking inside to try to find Michael.

A searing pain radiated through your back, and as you slowly turned around you saw Michael’s eyes through his mask, wide and could tell how heavy he was breathing. You looked back and saw his signature knife protruding from your back, warm blood soaking into your jeans. You fell forward, coughing as you felt your chest starting to tighten.

Michael looked down at you before kneeling, a large hand touching the top of your back softly. He didn’t know what to do. He leaned down and looked at you in the eyes, watching them go still. His grip tightened on your shirt. He didn’t know how to process the fact that he’d hurt the only person he’d actually cared about.

Sinclair Brothers:

A stray survivor escaped Bo’s basement, spotting you. They were so on guard they didn’t even bother to talk to you, instead, they grabbed a wrench from Bo’s work bench and hit you across the face, making you fall to the ground immediately.

You had no idea what happened next, but all three Sinclair brothers surrounded you, kneeling. Bo grabbed your face gently, inspecting your wound when Lester said something to him, sounding panicked. Your ears were ringing and your vision was blurry. Bo couldn’t panic. He had to be calm, but Lester started to shake at seeing you bleeding.

Your cheek and upper eye socket was cut open, a sizeable gash leaking blood down your face and neck. Your entire face felt like it was on fire and your vision was shaking, it felt like you couldn’t think straight.

Vincent leaned down closer to your face, inspecting the wound gently, knowing that it was pretty severe. With shaky hands he held your cheeks, wiping some blood away from your eye gently.

“Don’t worry, Darlin…we’ll get you all patched up.” Bo whispered.

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This Fanfic is 18 and up only. It contains mature themes not suited for younger readers.

Sinclair Daughter x Thomas Hewitt

~~~~Sweet Heat~~~~~

Word Count: 7,560

Your father's loved you so dearly. They loved you to a level of extreme that was only amplified after the ambrose accident that led you to this new life. Now that you had a partner this love was a difficult thing to navigate around with your secret desires and Hobbies. To say your father's wanted you to stay pure till the last bell chimes on your wedding night was an understatement. Bo was always glaring down Tommy or telling you to split from each other if he caught you kissing Tommy or hugging too long. While Lester damn near kept you busy to keep you from having any alone time to get into trouble and Vincent tore your bedroom door down when you had shown Tommy your bedroom one day.

You were a grown woman and this habit pissed you off as a teen but now as an adult more capable than your parents at times all it did was make you annoyed. While the boys could have porn mags, flirt with victims, drink and do whatever you had to be miss Mother Teresa. You remember how Bo used to and still does stop you from helping with kills even though you're effective at it. You snap the neck of your designated meat rabbit placing its body in the pile next to you as you fume in your shed. I mean even the Hewitts at this rate we're joining in your father's over bearing nature. Luda Mae always tells Tommy to behave and to wait for your wedding night while Hoyt was a pervert who teased you constantly making you madder than hell. Your perfect mask was falling off your face day by day as your urges grew.

You start butchering your pile utilizing every last piece of your little friends as you could trying to calm yourself. You loved Thomas Hewitt more than anything in the world and you had been dating for six months now. What you could not stand was the purity culture swarming you everyday at home. How could you keep yourself off of that sweet muscular man. He was so easy to rile up to but everyone kept getting in your goddamn way. You hid porn mags and such in Tommy's room to give him ideas and a basic sex ED, you hid condoms everywhere in case something happened. You even went so far as to corner Tommy alone as much as you could but it never worked. Either your father's or the Hewitts got in the way of your needs and you couldn't take it anymore.

That night you had to get away to your hiding place. You had a burning need in yourself and if you didn't have your urges satisfied soon you were gonna strip your boyfriend bare in the Texas open dirt roads and jump his fucking bones there. That or you were going to tie your father's upside down by there toes. Sliding open your window you make work to climb out onto the roof carefully before sliding down the support beams of the house before running off into the dark. You couldn't use your flashlight or make much noise till you made it to where you stashed your dirt bike. It was something you picked up with extra money you made at the farmers market. You knew your dad's would kill you if they found out you had one or what you liked to do in your free time so what was the point in showing them.

You couldn't show Tommy neither even though you loved him mostly because the boy treated you like you were glass but nothing was faster through the county fields then your dirt bike and oh boy was it fun to ride. Your father's may have wanted you to be mother Mary incarnate but really what girl raised by murderers isn't gonna be wild. Back in Louisiana you lived a whole double life. Sneaking out, switching out of dresses made from your Dad Vincent into rock t-shirts and short shorts. Hell sometimes just to beat the heat running around in your shorts and a bikini top. You had a dirt bike back home you stole from a victim and it was so fun to ride when you moved to Texas you just had to get one to ride the dirt trails.

You couldn't let your dad's catching you like this though. If Bo knew you got a tattoo behind his back he'd tan your hide into next week I mean you've been hiding it since you were a teen but he still would. You smile as you ride away to your hiding spot remembering your teenage years fondly as you jump dirt hills hollering in joy. Sneaking off on weekends when victims stopped by to go hangout with your friends a town over. Drinking, smoking weed, listening to rock music and the occasional hook up while horror movies played in the background. You were a real switch up and I mean you still were hiding your wild side from everyone in hopes to keep up with the sweet southern girl aesthetic so you could stay with Tommy. You pull up to the run down house parking your bike before looking over the little river and old farm house in the moonlight. You hoped when you and Tommy got married you two could take over this little home.

You had been working on this house you found for your future with him but you knew you couldn't tell anyone. Especially not with all the shit you were hiding that you either stole from victims or bought with your own cash. The little room with a window AC, TV, and all your precious contraband. Slipping on your band shirt you look over your porn movies trying to see what one you should pop in tonight. Hell you probably just gonna pop in a horror movie instead and just sit back with rock music blaring you were so pissed off. Pulling out your stash of weed from the recent victim Ludae Mae had butchered which had just happened to disappear. You smile, flicking your lighter to your blunt as you feel your worries float away. 

Maybe Tommy would still love you even knowing you weren't the perfect girl everyone thought you were. You knew your dads would kill you though. Mostly for the smoking, drinking, and tattoo because they didn't want their little girl ruined. Bo hated the idea of you having sex and you knew it as he refused to give you the sex ED talk yelling at you constantly no boys and to stay pure. Poor Vincent had to hand you sexual education books and repeatedly told you not till marriage. Lester told the twins when he caught a boy flirting with you when he went to pick you up from school. Had to have a big fight about letting you stay in highschool after that one. You let out a puff watching the screen on your bean bag chair as you thought. You always presented yourself as the perfect daughter / future wife. Cooking, cleaning, being polite and helpful.

You even praised God and dressed the way you knew your dad's would be approve. Guess you had plans originally to go out in the big world on your own like a real rockstar and now here you were a boyfriend and pretending to be someone you weren't. You grab a throwing knife next to you, throwing them at the poster on the wall.  Everyone else got to go killing doing what they wanted but you were stuck in the kitchen with Ludae Mae. You loved the woman but how would she react to how you were right now. Slumped down in a chair smoking away as you tossed knives with terrifying accuracy while heavy metal blasted in the background. You just didn't want to hurt Tommy. Didn't want him to stop loving you but you couldn't bare this lie anymore. 

You hadn't even realized you passed out on the bed by accident till the afternoon sun finally woke you up. All those early mornings to pack Lester's lunch and cook him breakfast caught up to you. What would you do? Tommy usually stopped by in the morning to see you and you were nowhere to be found by anyone. You couldn't show up in last night's dress, you'd be found out as you never wore the same dress two days in a row. You panicked rushing out the room like the devil was on your heels. Throwing on your climbing boots before forgetting you had contraband on you. It would take a hell of a day to explain but maybe you could sneak back in before getting caught. Hell maybe your dad's just thought you were sick or already left. Fuck! It wasn't farmers market day and your truck was still there. 

You sped on your dirt bike over the rough Texas terrain hoping you'd be able to explain yourself somehow. Didn't take long to get back but sneaking in was sure gonna be tricky. You hid your beloved bike in its usual spot before army crawling through the long grass. Infiltration was gonna be tough especially if you had everyone searching for you. Being spotted in your outfit now and realizing you still had a hunting knife and blunt on you, it felt like you were fucking Rambo sneaking on to your own property. You made it to the shed not having to fight any snakes in the way. You could hear your father Bo on the porch cussing up a storm to where you could be sending Thomas to find you. 

Damnit the Hewitts excuse was compromised and so was the sneaking back into your room. Bo didn't like busting into your room but he would if he thought he needed to. You manage to shift a panel and squeeze into your shed without anyone noticing you entering into the small wooden building. You begin stripping down to your underwear rummaging through the little building for your emergency clothes. You didn't even notice the door opening or closing as a tall silent figure stood in shock at the sight. Thomas stood absolutely still looking at the sight in front of him. He had been in a panic all morning searching for you with Bo and Vincent as they couldn't find you in your room. 

You hadn't come down and made breakfast so they thought you were sick as you always wrote notes if you were leaving to town. When Vincent looked though the front window your truck was still there. Maybe you had gone to the Hewitts by foot with Tommy, you had been doing that recently even if they didn't like it. Nope, Tommy showed up with flowers for you like every morning but no you in site. You weren't spotted or heard of from for hours and as a last ditch effort Tommy went up to check the shed you processed and raised your rabbits and chickens in. What did he see when he opened the door. His beloved girlfriend standing in nothing but her undergarments searching through boxes frustrated mumbling with strange outfit next to her.

The boy didn't know what to do but silently stood there breathing as he took in every curve of you. Your soft skin glowing as excitement replaced worry in his body each time you bent over a plump ass practically being shoved in his face. Thomas couldn't stop himself as his curious lustful eyes bathed over your form, taking special notice of the artwork on the side of your ribcage. Tommy didn't know you had a tattoo but something about it aroused him. You never even mentioned it then again he never saw you this undressed. He lumbered over to you gently grabbing your sides to help you reach the top shelf as he pressed his body against yours. This kind gesture was met with a yelp and almost a knife in his face from his beloved.

“ Jesus Christ Tommy I almost took your eye out. You have to knock first before surprising a girl. “ Your heart raced in your chest as you hopped back on the bench trying to push your hunting knife away not realizing how exposed you are. Thomas of course signed to you his complaints. “ We couldn't find you. Where have you been? Why are you so bare? “ Your face warms as a slight embarrassment overwhelms you before a devilish idea crosses your mind. You didn't want to lie to Tommy anymore and if you wanted to take it to the next level you could right now but first was to try covering your ass before your dads found out. “ Well I could tell you the truth but it may ruin my surprise for you. “ You trace your fingers along Tommy's chest as you hook your legs around his waist pulling him in. You could immediately feel his length growing against you straining in his pants as you pulled his face in dangerously close.

Oh you were playing with fire but this was the exact moment you were waiting for. “ Truth? Surprise?” Thomas sloppily signed as you kissed at his face rubbing your hands along his chest making it hard for him to think or question what he's discovered apon. “ Do you love me Thomas Hewitt? “ The giant man shook his head pushing his body further against you on the desk trying to gain more friction. “ Will you love me no matter what my secrets maybe?” Your hands somewhat shake as you lace your hands in his hair whispering into his ear. The man makes an agreeing noise back grabbing your body in close, whining at you to push things further. You desperately want to but you can hear Bo shouting outside getting louder.

You pull Tommy in quick whispering into his ear, exciting him. “ Tell them I was hunting that fox that keeps getting in the coup and I got some blood on my clothes if they question you. Then later me and you can continue this my love. Can you go fetch me new clothes now Tommy? “ You place a big kiss to his face, mumbling you love him before shooing him out the shed before popping your head out to scream at your father. “ Will you stop screaming dad your gonna wake the dead! “ Bo and Vincent run towards the shed as Tommy runs off to fetch you a new outfit. You keep just your head out and refuse to open the door. “ And where have you been young lady! You've been missing since before the sun's been up. “ Bo trys pushing on the door but you fuss at him. “ Unless you wanna see your grown daughter bare as the day I was born you better not open this door. I was out chasing damn foxes in the coups again. “

The pair stop getting flustered before questioning you. “ And why would you not make breakfast and why are you naked in there? You and Thomas better have not been fooling around before marriage. I'm not above putting holes in him. “ Bo practically growls as you stand your ground. “ We were worried. “ Vincent signs. “ I chased that thing pretty far out. I was gonna make breakfast but saw something in the coup again. Then while chasing it I got blood and dirt all over my dress. By the time I came home I fell asleep at my bench and didn't realize I forgot to put my spares back in the shed. “ Vincent seems worried at the falling asleep portion of the story but Bo is standing his ground at the fact he just saw Thomas run outta the shed like his ass was on fire.

“ And what about that boy running out of this shed like the devil was on his tail. He didn't see you naked did he? You two weren't fooling around were you. “ You whistle to yourself as Bo gets angry before you push on the door again stopping him from entering. “ Not like I wanted to get seen in the nude before my wedding night. Someone was screaming at him to find me and we'll he busted in while I was trying to find my spares so for your information dad my dear boyfriend did see me in my bra and panties but I don't think gods gonna smite us for an accident. “ Bo is seeing red as his face heats up as Vincent as well he is getting flustered and angry.

Before the two run off to skewer poor Tommy your lovely boyfriend shows up flustered as can be trying to pass a sundress to you. The two fathers glare him down, yanking it from him before they hand it to you as you shimmy into it before opening the door confidently. You smack Bo and Vincent in their sides as you walk off into the house. “ Would you two stop trying to murder my boyfriend? There's only one way Luda Mae is getting grandchildren and it ain't gonna be no stork. I've cleaned enough of your porn mags up to know you two aren't saints dads. “ The two look away embarrassed to be so confidently called out in their perverted nature by their precious daughter.

“ We can't help, we want to keep you as our little girl forever. “ Vincent signs following you into the kitchen as you prepare lunch. “ I'm 25 dad. I'm a healthy woman with working reproductive systems. Y'all may not wanna hear it but when a man and a woman love eachother very mu-” Vincent throws his hands up covering your mouth as you continue on your rant while Bo plugs his ears and Thomas looks away in embarrassment. “ You know what, me and Tommy are going on a much needed date alone tonight and I'm not hearing protest from no one. I can't marry him if I never get alone time with him and I deserve personal space without my father's being in it. “ Bo gets up to demand to be able to spy on you to but you wave a kitchen knife in his face.

“ I said I'm going on my date! I am your daughter, I got your temper and you know it. Now unless you wanna be cooking your own meals and cleaning for a month.” Bo freezes in his place, he knew damn well you would do it. He and his brothers have been pampered since their little girl took up cooking and even doing the daily chores without complaint. It could be worse because Bo remembers when you were a teenager and you two got into a nasty fight and he was still eating stuff in the fridge you cooked for Lester and Vincent after saying you weren't cooking for him. You had set a decoy out for him and put laxatives in the pie you made and he spent the whole day praying to the porcelain throne. Bo stiffens up before huffing out a fine and taking his plate of food from you. “ You didn't put any laxatives in this to prove a point. “

Bo says as he stands in the door of the kitchen thinking of a way to spy on you. “ Don't give me any reason to. “ The man stiffens before sauntering off to go scheme while Vincent nervously eats his plate with Thomas and you at the table. After you finish cleaning the dishes from lunch and getting dinner ready for the oven you pull Thomas in close knowing damn well Vincent and Bo weren't gonna let you off the hook that easily. “ Tommy honey I need you to go outside to the shed and get my things, take them to the truck and get inside. I'll be out shortly. “ Thomas signs to you where Vincent couldn't possibly see. ‘ What will you do? ‘ You kiss the man on the face before sending him off on his task just answering him back with a smile.

You knew Bo called Hoyt earlier to talk about your date and that even if you tried to get privacy they would still follow you. There was only one place in Travis county where neither family could interfere easily and you knew it. May be hard to get Tommy and you out there at this rate but if you played it smart you could buy you some time. You were able to snag Bo’s keys while cleaning and I mean kicking his keys under the couch wasn't so hard since you usually kept them up on the key rack since your father's except for Lester couldn't be bothered to keep track. Speaking of which you called Lester earlier to see when he'd be home so you had a small window to get the hell out of Dodge. As you were doing your finishing touches Bo stopped you as you stood by the towel closet.

“ Did you really chase an animal out the coup again this morning? I went out to check and all your creatures look fine to me. ‘cept some digging at the bottom “ You freeze knowing that this could be the moment you get caught with your scheming and double life but you think for a moment before answering your beloved father. “ I'd have no other reason to be running out in the crack of dawn in the dark unless you're saying I'm chasing shadows. Maybe if we got a guard dog like I wanted I wouldn't be passing out in the shed exhausted from chasing pests. “ Bo sighs, patting your head before straightening out his back. “ We got Jonesy, she's a guard dog. “ You laugh at your father's mentioning of Lester's beloved pooch. “ Dad, pretty sure Jonesey counts more as a sausage link then a livestock dog. “

The rough man lets out a genuine chuckle as he shakes his head in agreement. “ Yeah probably should tell Vincent and Lester to stop feeding her table scraps. “ You give a raised eyebrow as he sighs. “ We all should stop giving her table scraps. “ You smile as you laugh with your father before trying to sneak away. “ Hey. Don't go making me grandfather just yet. I was barely ready to be your father.” You smile to Bo before telling him you weren't and that you were going to finish a chore before heading out. Your plan was in motion as you ran off the porch practically jumping through the trucks window to start it before your fathers could follow or protest. Speeding out the drive way as you catch Vincent running to the porch to spot your truck hauling ass off to who knows where.

The twins knew you were going on a date and they figured it would be at the house but now that your car was hauling away in your truck the pair got immediately upset. That Hewitt boy alone with their daughter without the families around only spelt something mischievous going on for the boys. Immediately Bo was yelling for Vincent's to get the keys only to find they weren't on the key rack. None of the pair's keys were Vincent pieces together exactly what their sneaky daughter had been doing earlier when she went to clean up before leaving. Bo runs to his room to grab his gun. He was pissed but what did he find when he opened his gun case. No fucking gun that was sure. Your sneaky ass had hid all the guns in the house and the keys. “ That little shit swindled all our shit from under our noses. I'm fucking calling Hoyt to stop em. “

You laughed loudly as you headed down the dirt road towards your destination. “ Tommy I know this may be hard to believe but I haven't always been the beacon of innocence y'all may think I am and if we're gonna take our relationship further I think at least you get to see the real me. “ The man tilts his head. ‘ I love you. Just you. ‘ You smile to him as you make note of the beat up cop car chasing behind you. “ Hey Tommy Hun you don't happen to like rock music do you? “ Thomas shakes his head in confusion. ‘ Haven't listened before. Mama doesn't like. ‘ This causes you to chuckle. “ Well there's two secrets of mine you can know. Hold on darlin I gotta get Hoyt off our tail. “ Tommy panics at this as his anxiety creeps in with the rock music now blaring on the stereo.

You look for an opening in the fencing along the road before you spot one and take off into the dried out landscape around you. The house you hung out at the road was overgrown anyway so taking a little short cut won't hurt. Thomas grabs onto the door handle for dear life as the car starts rattling on the rough terrain rock music blaring in the background as you outrun Hoyts dinky cop car before it inevitably gets stuck on the rough terrain. “ Well that should buy us the night. Wonder how long it will take them to find their car keys under the couch..” Thomas looks at you bewildered, mumbling out noises in protest but you look at him smiling and he can't bring himself to continue. It doesn't take you long to finally make it to your hideout.

Taking measures to hide the truck in the old garage just in case they find their keys early or Lester gets back. ‘ We're in trouble. ‘ Tommy signs as you open up his side of the truck for him as he frowns at you. “ Probably but sometimes you have to stir up trouble to get what you want. “ You try to saunter off but your masked boyfriend picks you up, trapping you. ‘ go back now. ‘ You frown at this statement from him there was no way you were going home now. You didn't care how much trouble you were in. You had been good for far too long doing what everyone said it was time for you to be selfish. “ I'm not going back Tommy. I came here to get alone time with you. “ The man freezes contemplating what he should do before you start rubbing on his shoulders like earlier in the shed.

Soft doe like eyes pleading with him to stay as he tries to remain firm on his stance of going back but the minute your warm hand touches his cheek fiddling with his hair it was all over. He let's out a sigh as he gives in to your demands and you explode with glee peppering him with kisses and telling him how much you loved him. Thomas couldn't say no to his future wife. He wasn't used to being so openly loved and cared for and you were never afraid to tell him how you felt or to give him such affection. You were his angel on earth and if his angel was leading him into trouble he'd gladly follow. The Texas heat was still very much in the air as the evening sun still hung in the sky. You showed Tommy around the property you had been working on excitedly telling him about the coup and the rooms how you were excited for your future with him.

The boy felt like he was walking on air as he could imagine a life with you while you ran around the building showing him everything. Thomas may not have looked it but he to was getting fed up with the family's needs to butt in. Those strange magazines in his room gave him many wicked ideas and it was getting harder for him to keep his hands off you every time you peppered kisses to his face or hands lingered a little to long on his chest. You finally got out to the little lake running down the porch steps to show him excitedly. The man smiled as he looked at you showing him it before you got the most wicked idea. Before the man could figure out what you were doing you were throwing your shoes off and tossing your sundress to the side. Running down the old boat dock telling Tommy to catch you before you jumped in just in your underwear and bra.

The man stood there whining and fussing at the edge of the dock as he tried to grab you but you just splashed him in retaliation. “ Come on honey the water is nice and cold. If you can't swim the water over here isn't too deep. “ The man takes another try to grab you but you duck under the water swimming away before floating on your back to tease him with your scantily clad form. It takes awhile of coaxing and praise but Thomas finally strips down to his boxers and wades his way in the water so you can take off his mask for him. He's very hesitant about you doing that for him but it wasn't the first time you've taken his mask off. Usually you do it to wipe his face and get him embarrassed but right now all you wanted to do was sit in the cold water with your lover telling him how handsome he was.

Mask off and nothing but the thinnest layer of clothes separating you two as Tommy refuses to let go of your wet form. Gentle kisses and praise flow from your mouth as you just can't stop grabbing at him, whining and noises of content come from your strong lover as it's just you two loving on each other under the Texas sky in the cold body of water. You swear you haven't had a moment alone with each other since the day he asked you to be his girlfriend but now that you finally did get alone time you both would gladly get into trouble again to have it. You tried to teach Tommy how to swim a bit but all you could accomplish tonight was teaching him how to float on his back, you couldn't stop laughing at his red face each time he'd float up with his body exposed trying to cover himself.

By the time the sun started to set you were sneezing up a storm from your little adventure in the water. Thomas sprinted out of the water dragging you along with him in his arms, completely forgetting your clothes behind in the grass as your sneezes concerned him. You were small compared to him. He was scared you were sick from the cold water so he was trying to strip you of your wet clothes and warm you up with a towel in the abandoned house. By the time his worry washed away and the realization hit him what he was doing you were under Tommy in just a towel with his body hovering over you in his boxers. He trys to shoot backwards but you hook your legs and arms around him pulling him in so he can't escape. “ I never told you to stop Tommy. I'm okay with it. Why don't we continue if you want to darlin. “ His breathe hitches before he's nervously crawling further on top of you so scared of what to do next but definitely wanting to continue forward as he presses his face into yours eyes begging for you.

You gently laugh grabbing his face into a gentle kiss which Tommy greedily pushes further into excitement and eagerness growing. You were always so gentle and loving with him your kisses were like honey and he was desperately trying to to taste more. Your hands lace into his damp hair trying to push back to catch a breath but he just kept pushing forward eagerly. You have to completely turn your head to the side to get away to catch your breath leaving a excited Tommy leaning against you whining his member straining in his soaked boxers. “ Honey it's not fair if I'm the only one naked here. “ He instantly gets the message and anxiously goes to pull off his soaked boxers sitting on the bed his hard member exposed to the air precum already dribbling at his red tip.

You gently place your hands on his chest getting your lover to lie back for you as your hand finds its way to his cock. Tommy jumps a bit when he feels your hand wrap around his girth anxiety and excitement mixing. His cock wasn't the lengthiest you've ever seen but my god was it as thick as the rest of him and ready to destroy you if you weren't careful so even if you were excited to get to the main course a warm up was in store. “ Why don't we get warmed up sweetheart. I know you're excited for your first time but if I'm not prepped you may hurt me. “ You flip around to straddle yourself above Tommy's mouth his glazed over eyes staring at your soaking cunt as you feel his breathe eagerly fan over your folds. “ Why don't you use your tongue Tommy and get me ready for you while I take care of you Hun. “

Thomas paused for a minute taking in the sight of your sex before his hands found either side of your ass gripping you tight as he dived right in like a man starved. You yelp at the base of his cock as Tommy leaned himself against the wall dragging you with him as he crudely propped you up so he had better access. His cock throbbed against the side of your cheek as your face was buried in his wild mess of hair around his member by the sudden movement. Your nose filled with his musky and electricity tingled your core as Tommy went at you like a beast, you couldn't help letting out a moan. Propping yourself up the best you could, you kissed along his length mapping his cock with your lips before dragging your tongue from the base to his tip.

As soon as your tongue lapped across his tip Tommy was growling into your cunt hands gripping harder pushing his tongue deeper into exploring your core. Getting your mouth completely around his member was a challenge as you had to fight against Tommy wildly bucking his hips up into your mouth while trying to adjust your throat to his thickness, almost gagging in the process. Eventually you find a rhythm of keeping yourself breathing and not gagging as Thomas practically face fucked you while devouring your cunt until you came on his face repeatedly. You couldn't fight back as you saw stars as Tommy relentlessly licked and sucked at your folds hunting for every last drop of your fluids he could get before he shot thick ropes of cum into your throat like you were nothing but a doll.

Pulling away for air you sucked in as much as you could get pulling yourself from a pussy drunk Tommy. “ Aw you released it all down my throat. Guess we will have to wait for round two Hun. “ Thomas grabs your legs pulling you roughly under him again placing wet sloppy kisses to your face as a low growl comes from his throat and you watch his cock harden again quickly. A laugh escapes your lips as you place a kiss to your lover instantly softening the man's demeanor from intimidating man to whining mess. “ Don't worry Tommy we can go round two. So eager.” You put a long kiss on his cheek. “ So cute. “ You pull out a pack of condoms from under the bed thankful you were smart enough to stash a bunch anywhere you thought sexual activities may occur.

‘ what's that?’ Tommy signs laying beside you playing with your tits as you figure out which condom size would be most comfortable for your lover before deciding a large may just be able to handle his girth. “ It's called a condom Tommy prevents babies before marriage. “ You let Tommy look at the box and open one of them looking at it fiddling with it before his body jolts when you slide one on him. Giving him a few strokes and pouring a hefty amount of lube on you straddle above Tommy preparing to slide yourself on his cock praying that you can walk after this. You sink down slowly feeling yourself stretch around his length as Tommy whines into your shoulder wanting to jerk upwards into you but you growl into his ear.

“ Be a good boy and be patient. I only reward obedient boys. “ Hips colliding with Tommy's you feel his cock fill you completely stretching you to the most you've ever had you kiss at your lovers face telling him how good he feels and how good he is for you. You start bouncing on his cock slowly amping up the speed but you feel Tommys cock thumping inside you as he grunts holding your thighs down as he cums. Thank goodness you had him service you before getting to the main event or you'd be a heavily disappointed woman. You let out a sigh preparing to pull yourself off for the night and just work with your boyfriend later about cumming to quickly but Thomas grabs your hips forcing you down.

He grunts into your ear bucking up into your core making you let out a moan. Tommy takes this as a sign of encouragement and starts ruthlessly bouncing you on his cock lifting your hips up and slamming you back down like you weighed nothing as he grunted and groaned into your shoulder loosing himself in the pleasure. All you could do was moan and desperately cling into his shoulders as he stretches you with out mercy moans and grunts filling the room as erotic squelching noises can be heard from your sexes meeting. Your pussy slickening his cock with your juices as you eventually come undo on his cock before Thomas is pushing you down on the mattress with his full weight pressing his cock in deep into your core. He falls over onto you sweaty bodies clinging together after a such a carnal release.

You look outside to see the sky is dark and the stars are up. “ If we don't get home soon we will really be in trouble.” You try prying Tommy off of you but he grunts in response refusing to let you go. ‘ No ‘ You sigh as you grab his hand, closing it into a fist and forcing him to sign yes which he grunts to. “ Yes. Tommy I know neither of us wanna go to bed alone tonight but my dad's gonna dish a punishment out on me either way and Luda Mae may kill me. “ He lifts his head, staring at you for a second before signing no again and rolling over with you tucked into his chest. A content hum came from him as he placed a soft kiss on your head rubbing your shoulders with his rough calloused hands. You stay like this for a while deciding that if you were to get in trouble that Tommy would keep you safe no matter what if need be.

Eventually you convince the man that it was best to head back just to not cause panic for the old woman who always rooted for your relationship as you had called her earlier in the day to vent your problems of never getting alone time with Tommy. You were able to convince her that it would be good for your young relationship to be able to have alone time together she was the one who sent Hoyt out in his car to go get stuck. With reluctance and a lot of kisses and promises of future perverted endeavors you headed back to home. Though you can't really walk that well with a bow legged stance and limp. Still walking on cloud nine you decide it will be best to have Tommy finally figure out how to drive.

“ That will be our story, we will stick with it. Now that we're on the main road it will be easier.” You kick back in the passenger seat motioning for Thomas to start the car which he anxiously starts up. It took a while to get back but when you finally pulled into the driveway with Thomas anxiously stepping out the car Luda Mae sat on the porch with Vincent as Hoyt and Bo sat besides the pair playing cards. “ There's our eloping love birds. Did you two assholes know it's sundown?” Bo said standing firm as Thomas helped you out the car motioning to the starry sky Hoyt following behind him. “ It took us till Lester got home to get my cop car out the damn ditch what were y'all thinking. “ The pair come to circle around you but Thomas blocks you with his body being extra protective. “ We went house hunting, did some swimming, and I taught Tommy how to drive so that's what took us the most time. “

“ House hunting? “ Luda Mae says standing up from the porch swing were her and Vincent were crocheting. “ Well yes. We wanted to find a house between the two families for when we start our own family. Extra big so all the grandbabies. Sadly the one house was off the roads so we had to off road to get to it. Didn't know we were being followed. “ The men turn to each other trying to make a come back while Luda Mae eyes them down. “ Well you hid our keys and guns young lady don't think you can talk yourself out of that one. “ You raised your eyebrow to the man smiling at your father as you were good at lieing your way outta things. “ Hide your keys? You mean I didn't pick your keys up didn't have time to I was prepping dinner for you. And your gun I did hide because you threatened to put a hole in Tommy for accidentally seeing me in my underwear earlier. I was scared you'd actually do it. “

Luda Mae smacks both the mens arms as Bo glares at you not knowing if you were lying or not. “ If you didn't hide them then were are they! And where is my gun? “ You walk past your father smiling up to him knowing he couldn't do much punishing with no proof. “ Guns in the towel closet up stairs and your keys last saw them on the table so Jonesey may have knocked them under the couch with her tail again. “ Bo turns around following you inside as you motion towards the couch. Vincent signing to you while Bo and Hoyt have Tommy help them move the couch. ‘ I’m upset with you still. I know you hid the keys and planned the car getting stuck. Why?’ You turn to your father both of your hands signing fast as you to have a conversation between you. You and Vincent were always close while you and Bo butt heads Vincent could keep secrets Lester couldn't.

“I’m an adult. I feel like you three are smothering me sometimes. Like if I try spreading my wings or change I'll hurt you. “ Vincent shakes his head signing back as the three men fish the things out from under the couch. ‘ I know about the rock music and biking. What is it I don't know. This isn't fair we share secrets. You are an adult but you're still my child.’  You huff, shaking your head as you pull Vincent around so Bo can't see what you're saying. “ I love you, but I love Thomas too. I love him so much I want to be with him. I can't be his wife if I can't be alone with him. I deserve to be happy and be loved to.“ Vincent sighs, shaking his head in agreement reluctantly before pulling you in for a hug patting your back. He didn't like having to give his little girl away but Thomas wasn't a bad man to give you to. Bo lifts his keys up laughing with Hoyt as they turn to you and Vincent. 

“ Tch. Fine I guess we can finally give her what we sent Lester to get earlier. “ Bo comes over patting your head as you surprise him, pulling him into the hug to which he let's out a grunt. Bo pulls you in ruffling your hair and placing a kiss to your head as he holds you real close. “ Next time don't be a little shit when we're tryna be nice. I know your our kid but you ain't gotta act so much like me. “ With this Lester finally comes into the room with Jonesy holding a small pup in his arms. “ We know you kept asking for one for your critters. Got this little girl for you don't know how good she'll be but here yah go baby girl. “ The rest of the night was spent playing with you and Thomas's new pup as you tried to figure a name out while dodging prodding questions and perverted jabs from Hoyt and Luda Mae. The puppy may not have been a child but you to were sure you weren't gonna have trouble in the future making some. 

If you enjoy and want more Sinclair Daughter fics let me know. Requests are also open for fanfic ideas I write for slashers and horror villains.

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Slashers S/O getting their period. Maybe?

I haven’t done a request in so long- but I’m on my period rn and felt inspired to write this! Enjoy to anyone who still follows me after my many disappearances.

S/O getting their period

Michael

Michael notices everything. And I mean everything. You’ve been more irritable lately but he hasn’t been able to deduce why… He enters the bathroom to use it when he sees strange wrappers in the trash. His first thought is that you’ve been hiding candy from him and he’s pissed. But when he unwraps it he sees a bloody pad/tampon. He stares through the item for a moment, trying to process what the hell is happening. He then throws it on the ground and stomps down stairs. You’re sitting on the couch playing the new Zelda Tears of the Kingdom game. He then takes the controller out of your hand and throws it to the side. He lifts up your shit and sifts through your hair for an injury or any blood.

“M-Michael!? What are you doing?” You say with surprise. He then grabs your pants and takes them off, leaving you in your undergarments. He is able to see that you are wearing the same thing he found in the trash. I points and looks concerned

“I-I’m just on my period! I’m fine..” You blush heavily and reassure your boyfriend that you’re not dying.

He doesn’t know what to do. His mom taught him about this stuff when he was a boy, but he only knows the basics. He’ll at first not understand why you’re being so ‘dramatic’ about everything. But when he realizes it really does hurt, he’ll try to help you, in his own little Michael way of course.

Thomas

Thomas wakes up for the day and stretches his arms. He feels something wet in the bed next to him. He lifts his hand and sees blood. He instantly panics and looks down at you. He rips the covers off of you and sees a large red stain underneath you. He shakes you awake.

“Huh- what? Baby, is there something wrong…?” You say half asleep. He points to the stain and your stomach drops.

“Oh god I’m so sorry Thomas! I’ve been trying to use cloth for my period because we don’t have pads/tampons- oh and now I’ve stained your sheets..” You look apologetic and absolutely mortified. But as soon as he hears ‘period’ he relaxes. His mama raised him right, so he doesn’t make you feel bad about leaking on the bed.

He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom. He runs you a warm bath and puts bubbles in it. He kisses your forehead then walks back into his room. He takes off the sheets and brings them outside to be washed.

Throughout the day he checks on you, often getting yelled at Hoyt for ‘slacking off’. He brings you teas, chocolate, snacks, meals- anything you need. His hands are incredibly warm, so in the night he holds you close to him, putting his hand over your stomach, soothing the cramps.

Yautja

You and your mate were training. You were running obstacle courses, they’re mad for yautja so they’re different. Think ninja warrior stuff. While running and jumping and climbing your pad shifts in your underwear and the flood gates open. You have blood running down your leg, but you’re too focused to notice.. but your mate does. He looks concerned.

“Bleeding. Why?” He uses the least amount of English possible to convey himself.

“Huh?” You stop at one of the platforms and then feel it running down your leg. You look down and feel mortified as your period blood runs down your leg for all to see.

“O-Oh god… sorry about that..” You also notice you’ve gotten blood on the course. You cover your face in embarrassment as your mate walks up to you.

“Are you hurt?” He asks softly, putting his clawed hand on your shoulder.

“I-It’s just my period. It’s similar to the thing that happens to some yautja after the breeding season, if they haven’t gotten pregnant…” You say embarrassedly and a bit shyly.

“Very well.” He seems unphased by it, happy to know you’re not hurt and that it’s just a natural occurrence.

“Why are you hiding from me? Blood does not scare a warrior such as I.” He purrs and runs his finger down your bloody leg. He then brings it up to his mouth and licks it off with his tongue.

You blush and nod, hugging him. He gives you yautja natural remedies for your period. If you have extreme cramps or excessive bleeding he’ll use some medicine or even quick surgery to fix the problem. Don’t worry, yautja pain meds are a lifesaver. You practically feel nothing, just a little sore is all. He will take care of you the best he knows how, and don’t be afraid to give him pointers. He’ll take notes.

[im-his-druidess]

So I had another request!

It’s filthy (to me anyway lol)

But you don’t have to do it if it crosses any lines!

But I was wondering 🤔 how would Brahms Thomas jason and micheal be if their s/o wore super sexy outfits all the time and teased them? Like I’m thirsty for it 🤌🏻

Like I KNOW a part of them would be upset that their sweet s/o is teasing them and showing off for others and that results in angry sex🤌🏻

There is no shame here. Not much crosses lines to me 😌

Brahms Heelshire

Would be absolutely transfixed at the outfits you wear. Would raid your closet and pick you out things he would want to see you in, helps you shop online (*cough*Sugar Slasher*cough*) and would love for you to give him a fashion show when you get new outfits. However...he will throw a massive tantrum if anybody else sees you in your pretty clothes. Will destroy an entire room if he so much as thinks about someone seeing what belongs to him.

He's totally fine with you parading around in skimpy clothes, would prefer it actually, but will hide in the walls and sulk if you tease him too much.

Thomas Hewitt

Would act similar to Brahms in the sense that he would be so enamoured by anything you wear. Would stare all the time, gingerly reaching out to feel the delicate lace or silky material of your clothes. Would stop in his tracks if he catches sight of you, a lovestruck look shining in his eyes, and he would love to see all the different type clothing you have.

If you are around others, mainly Hoyt, he will physically cover any exposed skin that he deems inappropriate. Even going so far as to remove the tablecloth and drape it over you like a blanket to cover you up or snatching you up and taking you to your shared room (Which saves you from any leering from the lecherous old men of the house so you don't really mind)

He wouldn't know how to react to you teasing him. His brain would just shortcircuit and wouldn't be above hauling you over his shoulders and dragging you someone private if he gets too riled up.

Jason Voorhees

Is at a complete loss tbh. Torn between thinking it's inappropriate and nearly drooling at the sight of you. Would like to feel all the different type of fabrics and material, marveling at all the colors, and would love to see you show up with new things for him to look at. Likes to feel included.

Would probably steal clothes from campers he kills that he would think you would like.

If you tease him he will be confused at first, but will follow you around constantly until you finally pay attention to him. He doesn't quite understand the concept of a "tease" and will think you are punishing him by not letting him touch you. Will become more and more handsy the longer you tease him.

Michael Myers

Is indifferent at first. Thinks it's just your preferred style and will appreciate the flashes of skin the short skirts and low-cut shirts offer, but doesn't really care past that. The more skimpy and revealing the outfit is, though, the longer he will stare and eventually paw at you. During his usual stalking you throughout the day if he sees anybody staring at you or making inappropriate comments, then they will definitely end up missing or found with their eyes and certain body parts missing. You are for his gaze only.

After that he will start marking any skin visible with bitemarks, hickies, or his handprints. Staking his claim. And you don't have a chance to tease him because he will just scoop you up and pin you against the nearest flat surface. He doesn't like being denied and being denied you will have him throwing a tantrum that is basically a killing spree until he eventually corners you and takes what you've been dangling in front of him.

Will show up later with blood splattered skimpy clothes he stole that he wants to see you in and will stand in your personal space and stare until you change.

[loveandmurders]

i will like to see slasher ( Thomas, Michael rz, brahms) with an s/o who suffer from a horrible phobia to blood to the point of having a panic attack

Hello love, I know it’s been a while you requested this, and I’m sorry about the delay <3 I really hope you’ll enjoy this! <3

Gender neutral reader, with no physical description at all.

Warnings: mention of blood, of murders, bloodphobia, panic attack, crying, Hoyt (as usual), lack of empathy from Michael, reader being attacked by thieves.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas will be very understanding because he is a sweetheart.

The first time he saw you badly reacting because there was a blood stain on his shirt, he never felt so awful and guilty in his life.

You were hiding your face and heavily breathing, before sitting down on the floor.

He didn’t understand what was going on, and his heart sank at the idea of you being afraid of him.

You are his ray of sunshine, he absolutely adores you and he needs you to be happy by his side

He finally left the room and fetched Mama for help.

She calmed you down, and once you felt better, you explained it to her.

She was quite surprised, but she didn’t say anything.

She cleaned her boy and she sent him back to you.

He was all shy and you had to tell him what happened for him to understand it wasn’t of him you were afraid of, just of the blood on his shirt. 

For him, this phobia makes you look even more like an angel. You’re so pure that you can’t stand anything that is stained.

He won’t make fun of you and he will try to keep you away from his work at all cost.

Actually, he is quite happy about this whole situation; he knows you won’t come down the basement and you won’t try to interfere with the victims.

That way, he is certain you will be safe and sound. 

And you will never see him like a brutal beast.

For you, he will forever be your gentle giant, and he prefers it that way, even if you know the truth, of course. But as long as you don’t see any of this, you are both happy.

More than once, he wondered what you were doing with a man like him, especially in such a dangerous family who loved to drown blood more than anything.

Of course once Hoyt would be aware of your phobia, he would try to trigger you very often and to force you to go to the basement while Tommy is working, or that kind of thing.

It would lead to you wanting to leave the house and this family, no matter how much you love Tommy and Mama.

But Thomas isn’t an idiot and he would realise what is going on. 

He would threaten Hoyt, and if that wasn’t enough, he would kick his ass in a very violent way.

Hoyt would start to be a lot nicer to you after that.

And Thomas would keep an eye on you pretty much all the time; and if he is busy with work, it would be Luda Mae looking after you.

In the end, whenever victims are around, you stay in your room and Luda Mae would clean up the floor, the walls and the knives before you could see anything.

Thomas would come see you, all cleaned up once the work would be done.

Actually, you might help the Hewitt family with their hygiene! Congrats!

Michael Myers (RZ)

You probably met Michael while he was in a killing rampage, aka covered in blood.

So at the instant you saw him, you started to scream and you tried to run away or to hide from him.

Michael won’t be too surprised at it is the usual way people are greeting him, and he doesn’t realise it is not because of him, but because of the blood on his knife and clothes.

And no matter how much you tried to escape, he was stronger and quicker, so he easily grabbed you and brought you closer to him.

He was about to kill you when he heard you babbled about all the blood.

Your panicked eyes were fixed on the dripping red liquid, before you tried to close your eyes. You were breathing heavily.

He tilted his head to the side, quite amused by it. He could tell there was something different about you, about your fear.

Instead of killing you, he finally decided to bring you to his home.

He wanted to experiment.

Because of his life in an asylum, he doesn’t know empathy but he kept his curious nature from his childhood.

He was about to tie you up somewhere, until he would have the time to take care of you: he had some people to kill first, before toying around.

But you tried to be brave and you gently reached for a cloth and started to wash him up. You kept your eyes closed, using your fingers to feel when something felt like blood on him.

You weren’t even realising what you were doing, you just wanted the blood to be gone, and then you could think about a plan to escape the man.

He let you do, completely taken aback by the situation.

He liked being taken care of a little more than he would ever admit.

Only his mother ever washed him up like that, so he was quick to link your presence to a positive one.

He understood you had a thing against blood, which was weird, especially for a killer like him. But if it could force you to take care of him, he wasn’t going to complain about it.

Weirdly enough, you two started to get quite along once you were alone with him and he wasn’t covered in blood anymore.

Michael is a fair person, in his own way. He won’t kill someone if he believes this person is completely innocent, like a child. 

And like Thomas, he will believe that you are innocent because you hate blood. 

Your presence will appease him like his mother and baby sister used to, and it will bring back a little bit of sanity when it is about you (he won’t kill you). And he will force you to face your fear of blood, because he will always wait for you to wash the blood on him.

More than once, you were paralysed in fear in front of his bloody silhouette, but he would never move as long as you haven’t taken care of him.

At the same time, if you find yourself in the middle of a bloody mess (aka cops tried to “save” you and you are now surrounded by dead discarded bodies), he won’t let you there. He will let you sob and hide your face into your hands, as he picks you up and brings you somewhere safe.

To sum up, Michael doesn’t understand, doesn’t care, but wants to keep you around.

Brahms Heelsire

Things went pretty well with Brahms when he was just a doll to you, because obviously nothing could happen to him, and he couldn’t get hurt. Actually, it was absolutely ideal for you, because you really didn’t want to deal with a bleeding child, even just because he fell and hurt his knees.

Things changed a lot when you got attacked one night.

Thieves entered the beautiful mansion and were stealing around, when you turned on the lights.

You heard some noises and you thought you had forgotten to close a window or something like that.

You were absolutely shocked to be face to face with two men and you instantly felt fear washing over you. 

Because of your phobia, you can’t have the instinct to grab a knife or something like that to defend yourself.

You started to back up, to rush to the closest phone near you but the men were quicker and they pinned you down the wall.

You thought they were going to hurt you, kill you and you closed your eyes.

But suddenly the man holding you cried out, yanked by his hair, and ended on the floor.

You didn’t have the time to understand what happened; a man you never saw before was beating up the two thieves.

You watched with widening eyes, as the more the man was punching, the more blood was spreading all over the ground.

You sank on the ground, hiding your face before starting to beg Brahms to stop hurting them.

Brahms has been an obedient boy with you because you had never broken any rules and really took great care of the doll, so when he heard you asking him to stop, he instantly did.

He knelt in front of you, worried you had been hurt.

He was about to check on you when you caught a glimpse of his bloody hands and you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing him away.

He was quite hurt, and clueless, so he disappeared into the walls before you could see where he was going.

You had no idea what happened, all you knew was that now you had two dead bodies on your floor and you could not do anything about it.

You cried for a very long time, unable to move.

Even though Brahms was still hurt you pushed him away, he came back to see you and waited for you to give him an order; he really didn’t know what was the problem but he wanted to help!

You finally managed to ask him to get rid of the bodies and to clean up the blood. He wasn’t too happy about being told to clean, so you tried to explain to him.

He wasn’t fully understanding, but when in your confused and panicked state, you said you needed to check on “Brahms” (which was still the doll for you) in case the noises woke him up, he instantly softened up and obeyed.

When he was done, he found you cradling the doll on your chest, slowly calming down.

After this, Brahms made sure you had his doll with you before taking care of whoever would come into the mansion to hurt you.

In this moment, he was strongly protective of you and you would praise him and love on him afterward, which he adored. It was a win-win situation.

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[walker-extended-universe]

4x08 Review

"Witt's End" was a much more structured episode than last week and it sure delivered on what we were promised in the promo. Though not as intense as I expected it to be, it does what it needs to as the 8th episode in a 13 episode season. And, most importantly, it left my brain absolutely spinning with the possibilities of what comes next. So, let's talk about it.

I'm structuring this episode much like I usually do, going plot by plot. This week, I'm starting with the smallest plot- Cassie and Luna taking things to the next level.

We start the episode with Cassie and Luna enjoying a little post-breakfast time together. In between their tug-of-war on going to work or going to bed, Cassie mentions that she would like for Luna to meet her brother. She knows it's fast but she's happy with Luna and she'd like for him to meet her real family. Luna is happy about the idea, even more so after Cassie makes it a double date.

Ben agrees to the meet-up too and seems genuinely happy for Cassie. But that doesn't mean he's pulling any punches on the Interrogation. When he asks Luna where he plans to settle down, Cassie worries he took it too far but Luna takes it in stride. However, Ben's not entirely satisfied with his "I haven't thought about it" answer. He's concerned Cassie is only enjoying herself so much because she knows it's temporary.

Cassie can't get that thought out of her head and brings it up with Luna over a puzzle later that night. She's upfront about being willing to try the long-distance thing, but only if Luna will. In a shocking turn of events, Luna won't even give it a shot- Because he's already applied to a position in Austin.

As sweet as that resolution is, I worry about Luna's lifespan this season..... It just seems too perfect, yaknow?

Next, let's dive into Stella's solo investigation skills.

Her plot starts with Witt appearing at her dorm with no warning. He comes bearing bad news: his boss, Joanna, is cracking down on him to find that necklace. He's bought them a little time but there's no telling what she'll do to them if they fail to deliver. Stella shows him what they have so far, but it's pretty much a dead end after Hoyt meets with "Duke". On top of that, she's starting to have some doubts about working with Witt given how inconsistent he's been.

Fortunately for Witt, his sad eyes and desperate pleas still pull on Stella's heartstrings and she agrees to let him tag along to search. Unfortunately, Witt brought a tail of goons who kidnap him and leave Stella with a warning.

Then, we finally meet the woman behind all this BS and bloodshed: Joanna herself. She is determined to get that necklace and she doesn't care who she'll have to kill to get to it. The only thing saving Witt from that fate is him promising that she can have the necklace by tomorrow. But he still needs to be punished for lying and hiding.

While Witt is being tortured for his crimes against criminals, Stella is sleuthing around the ranch. She goes to August first for an incomplete update, and he tells her about the letters Cordell gave to Hoyt, who then passed them on to Liam. She decides that the letters and the necklace must still be somewhere together (a bit of a stretch but okay).

She then goes to her uncle and spins a tale about wanting to help Cordell's mental state to get the location of the letters out of him. He's reluctant to help but does explain that Hoyt was concerned and Liam refused the letters, meaning Hoyt still had them when he checked in for his shift at the strip club.

Side note: Was not expecting to get more Hoyt lore in this episode but I'm glad for it.

Stella tells Witt about the club and they meet there to look through Hoyt's things for the necklace. They do find his locker- and his bag- but no letters or necklace. As they leave the club, they get attacked by the same goons from earlier and Stella gets a chance to put her self-defense training to the test.

Later, they meet up on an old dirt road. One way leads to Ranger HQ, one end leads to freedom. Stella won't stop until she finds the necklace but it's clear Witt is in too much danger to keep looking himself. Then, she gets a call. Joanna is not happy with her. She's willing to forget about Witt (allegedly), but now the onus is on Stella to get that necklace. And if she doesn't... Well, accidents happen to family members at the worst of times.

Spinning from that conversation, Stella wracks her brain for any hint that might lead to the necklace- then she remembers Geri. Hoyt loved Geri and if he didn't hide the necklace at her house, he might have hidden it at the Side Step. So, with her goodbyes said to Witt, she heads to the bar to search.

Side note: I love the parallel of Stella tearing the Side Step apart playing alongside Cordell sneakily updating the crime board at HQ. It's nice.

After what seems like a fruitless search, Stella decides to check inside Denise the Deer (boar). After peeling off the wooden back, she finds the letters from Cordell to her and August, which are discarded in favor of a letter from Hoyt to Geri. Whether it holds a clue or is another red herring will be decided in the next episode- which fortunately has Geri in it for some not at all suspicious questions.

Let's round this off with Cordell's descent into madness.

We start off with the Ranger crew in the office talking about how they'll be a man down with Walker out- right before he walks in with CT scans proving he's clear to work. After some awkwardness, James asks the others to leave the room so they can have a moment alone. Cordell, sensing what's coming, tries to explain his medical clearance again, but James firmly reminds him that he's supposed to be taking it easy and orders him to go home. Which Cordell does easily. He goes right home

..... To his secret investigation room/screened-in porch. He's still determined to work, even if he can't be in the office.

Trey stops in later to inform him that, unfortunately he won't be able to bring any evidence for his work from home stint. But he really should be relaxing anyway, so what's the big deal?

While they're talking, Liam walks in to have his own talk with Cordell. Trey leaves them be and Liam immediately starts off with an apology for how he acted at the end of the last episode. Cordell responds with his own apology; he shouldn't have brushed off his concerns, especially not after what happened before. Liam accepts this but still expresses concern over this dark place Cordell is sliding toward in this case.

After Cordell brushes off his concerns again, Liam decides to turn to Trey for help. He can see his brother sliding back to where he was when he went on the Rodeo Kings job and he doesn't want his brother to feel like he has to start writing "In case I die" letters again. Trey is skeptical but agrees to bring it up with James later.

In spite of Liam's Totally Sneaky Whispering, August overheard this conversation and decides to use a school assignment to try and help his dad. He uses his best puppy eyes to get Cordell to agree to leave his Den of Investigation and come out to re-create a photo Emily took of him years ago.

When they arrive at the park, Cordell comments that he wasn't aware August was still interested in photography. He was, to some capacity, but between senior year and prepping for the military, he's had to stay focused. But there's still time for this one, fun assignment.

When they find the location of the picture, August snaps a few shots. Unfortunately, Cordell's paranoia gets the better of him and when he sees someone hiding in the bushes, he acts before he thinks and assaults a bird-watcher.

Cordell apologizes for ruining their day out. August explains that part of why he asked him out here in the first place is because of that dark spiral paranoia he just displayed. He knows Cordell isn't doing well and he hoped this trip recreating one of the last photos Emily ever took would help. He also told Cordell he should talk to someone about it.

In a shocking turn of events, Cordell takes that advice and goes straight to Ranger HQ to plead his case to James. He tried to take a break, but he won't fully be able to be the person he needs to be to everyone else in his life until he catches the Jackal.

Unfortunately, if the next episode's synopsis is anything to go by, James won't be too sympathetic.

As usual, I'm left with more questions than answers. Why does Joanna want this necklace so badly? Is she really letting Witt walk away? What about Sadie? What's up with Hoyt's mysterious letter? Will Stella finally get help from a real adult now that the stakes have been massively raised? Will Luna be safe with all this action? And so many more I've probably forgotten.

See y'all next week!

[pathetichimbos]

Hii! May I request Thomas Hewitt overhearing reader talk with her friends and saying that she came across this very cute guy whom she smiled at when they accidently made eye contact? (The guy is, of course, Tommy <3) And maybe Tommy spares her afterwards and decides to hide her away so that Hoyt doesn't order him to turn her into a human stew-

Thank you!

You're Mine

Includes: Thomas Hewitt / F!Reader

SFW

TW: Hoyt is a creep again / Very very slight Yandere!Thomas

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Thank you for sending in this ask! Sorry for the long wait time and I hope you enjoy!

The cool wind rushed across your face, whipping around your body and sweeping through your hair as you leaned back on your own hands.

Your eyes stared up to the bright blue sky, a few tuffs of cloud floating idly through the giant blue mass as you sped down the highway, your best friend behind the wheel.

You were sat in the passenger seat, feet planted on the dashboard as the radio blasted loudly enough to try and rival the open hood of the convertible.

Carly was screaming along to the music, open beer in hand as she swung around her seat behind you, loud laughter repeatedly breaking up her own singing.

Brooke was singing as well, pausing often to puff on the cigarette stuck in her left hand, the smoke immediately obliterating in the harsh winds as soon as it left her lungs.

You three had been on the road for two and a half hours, not even making it a quarter a way through your trip. Time was dragging on as Brooke sped past the desolate Texas fields, pushing well past the speed limits.

Carly's laughing suddenly dies down as she leaned past the front seat, turning the radio down to match her new tone.

“Hey, look! There's a gas station up ahead!” She pointed at the large red sign standing prominently on the side of the road, the faded red and white paint being about the only thing you can register about it as you quickly pass it.

“Oh, perfect, we're almost out.” Brooke sighed, flicking her cigarette butt to the road.

“I told you to fill up before we left!” You furrowed your brows as you looked your friend up and down, “We sat at that first place for twenty minutes, what gives?”

“Not the cute cashier, that's for sure.” Carly giggled as she wrapped her arms around your neck and leaned her chin on the seat, “You know how our Brooke is, always the romantic.”

You rolled your eyes and playfully nudged her, “Oh, like you're one to talk. Didn't you tell Freddy and Taylor you'd go out with them next week?”

“But I've got taste,” She insisted, “My men have to have culture. I don't just go for the first cute gas station clerk that comes my way.”

“Oh, get real, Carls,” Brooke scoffed, “The only 'culture' Taylor has is whatever's growing on his dick after sleeping his way through the entire town.”

Their smiles were wide as they continued to poke playful fun at each other, filling the few minutes it took to find the gas station with conversation and laughter.

The station wasn't anything fancy, no one in sight as the three of you parked next to one of the only two gas pumps out front.

The building was old and small, the white paint faded and chipping off the sides from the apparent decades it spent under the relentless Texas sun.

The glass door was smudged and unclean, the pumps rusted and stained, and the air was filled with the red dust Brooke's car had stirred up from driving through the dirt that laid out in front of it.

You couldn't help but think of how perfect this scene would be in a horror movie.

“Here.” Brooke dug a ten out of her small pink purse, shoving it your way.

“Why do I gotta go into the creepy old gas station?” You frowned, still taking the bill.

“Because I'm pumping the gas and Carly's already drank so much she's about to piss herself.”

You turned back to see Carly had already evacuated the back seat, hurrying off to look for the bathrooms.

You sighed and gave in, stepping out of the car and taking the opportunity to stretch as you made the short walk to the front door.

The metal was hot as you swung the door open, the creaky hinges screaming out as the heavy, rancid smell of old meat swept through your nose.

You couldn't help but cringe a little, nose scrunching and feet faltering at the old pig set inside the glass counter of the small deli to your left.

You brushed it off and stepped up to the counter to your right, greeting the older woman with a smile as she puffed on her cigarette.

She looked you up and down, a slight scowl on her face as she nodded at you.

“I need ten on, uh...” You glanced back through the door, “...The pump that's closest to the door.”

“Ain't got no gas.” She deadpanned, leaning on the counter with one hand as she looked down to the ten you had sent on the counter.

Your heart dropped and you sighed, crumbling the bill in your hand, “Is there another gas station around here?”

“Not for another fifty miles.”

“I don't know if we can make it that far. Do you know when you might get some more gas?”

“'Fraid those pumps haven't worked for the better part of five years.”

You let out a huff and chewed your bottom lip, “I- I don't, uh... I don't suppose you have any idea of what we could do?”

She let out a long sigh through her nose and rubbed the butt of her cigarette into the ash tray, “I can call the sheriff. I'm sure he won't mind taking you to the nearest station.” She punctuated her sentence by looking you up and down once again.

That implication made you more than a little uncomfortable, but knowing Carly and Brooke were with you was enough of a comfort let her call the man.

The lady turned to the phone behind her, spinning the dial as you tapped your foot impatiently.

You were looking around the station, taking in the old, dusty atmosphere as you waited for the sheriff to pick up on his end.

Flies buzzed, darting around the room as the dull lights flickered in the empty display fridge across the store, a couple of old wooden tables and matching chairs filling the space between it and the shelves.

A small radio sat stiff and silent on the table behind the counter, right beside the phone the lady was speaking into.

“Sure you ain't. And I don't know, only one of 'em came in.”

You balanced on the balls of your feet for a moment, letting out a short sigh as you finally tuned into the one side of the conversation you could hear.

“Watch your tone, boy.” Her voice was threatening as she pulled the phone away from her ear, “How many of y'all are there?”

Your brows furrowed as you stopped for a moment.

It was a bit of a strange question, but you supposed that he would need to know how many people he'd be driving, so you brushed it off and gave her an answer.

“Three, including me.”

“There's three of 'em.” She didn't acknowledge your answer as she continued speaking on the phone.

You pursed your lips as the faint sound of a loud man drifted from the phone, but you had no idea what the hell he could be saying.

“If you say so. I'll see you in a bit.” She finally responded before hanging up the phone and turning to you, “He says it'll be about five minutes.”

Hope blossomed in your chest as you thanked her profusely, “I'll go tell my friends.”

She didn't say anything as you hurried out the door, meeting Brooke and Carly at the car.

“The pump ain't workin', Y/N. What gives?” Brooke was repeatedly pulling the trigger as the pump sat in her gas tank.

“She said they don't have no gas, and the next station ain't for another fifty miles.”

“Oh, what the hell...” Carly groaned from the backseat where she had been laying out, sunglasses protecting her eyes from the harsh light.

“Don't worry, she called the sheriff and he's gonna come give us a ride!” You explained, climbing back into the passenger seat, “She said it'll only be five minutes.”

Brooke huffed as she put the pump back in place before climbing into the drivers seat, “Just our luck, eh?”

Carly shot up, beaming, “It could be! I bet the sheriff is an absolute hottie.”

You snickered, “In a place like this? He's probably a hundred years old!”

“Hey, Carly likes the gray foxes.” Brooke smirked, leaning back on her seat to face the two of you.

“Oh, sick.” She made a gagging face and grabbed her throat, “You are a freak, Brooke!”

“There's nothing wrong with an older guy!” You defended the idea, “They're more mature.”

“Oh, so you're the freak.” Brooke laughed, “It would be you, you've always been a weirdo.”

“True! Remember when we went to that haunted trail a few years ago and she hooked up with one of the zombies!?” Carly pointed out, making you groan.

“Don't remind me. He was such a clinger, I practically had to fake my own death to get him off my leg.”

The conversation continued flowing easily, as it always did between you three.

Before you knew it, the loud slamming of a car door caught your attention and halted your conversation as the three of you looked ahead to the sheriff's car parked some feet ahead of your car.

And older man began walking from the driver side, graying and white hair, a matching, thin, goatee stained by the dip he haphazardly spit to the ground.

“Oh, nasty.” Carly whispered, pulling a face, “He really is old.”

“Don't say that!” Brooke nudged her with her elbow before gesturing to you, “You'll give the old home's heartbreaker here a boner.”

You gently slapped her shoulder, “Shut it, he's coming this way.”

“Who's that in the passenger seat?” Carly asked no one in particular, sitting up further to get a closer look.

“Well, howdy there, ladies. What brings you to this little slice of paradise?” The sheriff drawled, a creepy smirk on his face as he finished crossing the path to Brooke's door, leaning a little too close for comfort.

“Just passing through, sir.” Brooke gave a tight smile, leaning back a little, “Ending up running out of gas.”\

He tsk'd a little, shaking his head, “Well, that just won't do, will it?”

You tried your best not to pull a face as your attention turned back to the sheriff's car, hearing the passenger door finally open and close.

Out stepped a man, much much different from the first person to emerge.

He was tall, towering over the car as he shuffled in place, head hanging low as his eyes stayed trained on the sheriff.

His long, black curls brushed against his shoulders, and seemed to be held down by the homemade mask covering his face, though you couldn't see any finer details from here.

He wore an old, dirty dress shirt, and black slacks to match, almost as if he were in his Sunday best, despite the stains and wrinkles adorning his clothes.

As you stared he seemed to notice, eyes darting to focus on you.

A deep heat flooded your cheeks as you flashed an awkward smile before shrinking into your seat, and mostly out of his line of sight. Staying up just enough to peek back out at him often.

“Oh, don't worry about it.” You tuned back into the sheriff, flashing his stained teeth as he finally stood straight again, “I'll just go in there and tell Mama to keep an eye on your stuff and then I'll take care of y'all.”

You could practically feel Carly shuddering as he stalked off towards the gas station directly across from your car.

“Thomas!” The man yelled as he reached the doorway, and you watched as he motioned the second man over before whispering something to him none of you could hear.

Assuming he was going back into the gas station, you turned back to your friends, who seemed to be avoiding looking at the gas station all together, thanks to the creepy sheriff.

“What a fuckin' sicko!” Brooke shuddered, “I don't want to go anywhere with him!”

Carly nodded, making a sick face, “Did you see the way he kept staring at our boobs? I don't trust him!”

“Who gives a shit what you guys are talking about.” You loudly interrupted their quiet complaints, “Did you see that second guy!?”

They both shook their heads, having been too focused on the creepy advances of the sheriff.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, running your hands down your face, “He was so fucking cute. I'm talking tall, dark, brooding, absolutely huge build. Guy looked like he lifts in his sleep.”

“Uh, you mean that guy, right there by the door, who can absolutely hear your bat shit talk?” Carly pointed to the man, who was standing a few feet away, completely avoiding looking at the car now.

You face dropped and you slunk into the seat, practically screaming, “NO, oh my god he must think I'm such a freak.”

“Um, you kind of are.” Brooke leaned down and whispered, “He's not that cute.”

“You are so stupid.” You let out a sigh, “That man looks like what every man wants to be.”

“Well, maybe he didn't hear you.” Carly offered a small smile, “Even though he definitely did.”

“Fuck.”

“Go talk to him.” Brooke nudged you.

“No way! I'm not looking to embarrass myself even more!”

“It's too late anyways.” Carly reluctantly gestured to the sheriff who was now returning.

Brooke rolled her eyes as she turned to climb out of the car, “Come on, girls.”

You sighed as you followed suit, Carly not far behind.

Brooke was the first to make her way to the sheriff's car, opting for the backseat, much to your and Carly's dismay.

Not even giving you a chance, Carly darted ahead, loudly announcing, “I'll sit with you, Brooke!”

You groaned, knowing it would be rude to try and insist to sit in the back as well.

You glanced back to the station door, noticing Thomas was coming over too. You sighed this time, hoping that he'd take the front seat, as he seemed to know the sheriff better.

But before that even became an option, you heard the loud protest of Brooke and Carly as they pulled faces at the open back door.

“There's stuff all over the backseat! We can't even fit.” Carly pointed out.

“Oh, yea.” The sheriff mused, “Well, c'mon then. Start grabbing stuff, we'll throw it in the trunk.”

He opened the trunk and your friends gave you looks as they started grabbing armfuls of various things crowding the backseat.

You finished walking to the car, planning on helping but walking slow so there hopefully wouldn't be anything left for you to grab.

Thomas was only a few steps behind you, watching as you stood beside the open back door, waiting on your friends.

His hands twitched, and his mind was torn.

His entire life he was ridiculed and bullied.

If not for his deformities and looks, than for his lack of education and inability to fully understand and control his emotions.

When people looked at him, they saw a monster. A freak.

But... You didn't.

You, a complete stranger, if even just for a minute, thought he was cute.

Cute enough to tell your friends and feel embarrassed by his opinion.

You treated him like a normal person, for a brief moment.

And he was hooked.

He craved more, more of that feeling. To have someone look at him like he was normal, like he was more than just a deformed monster hiding behind a mask.

He wanted to get your attention again, to selfishly hear your sweet voice say more kind things, things that no one had ever said before.

He stared holes into the back of your head, trying to will you to give him just a little more of your attention.

He thought you were beautiful too, and he wondered if you knew.

Could you tell, with the way he stared every chance he got?

God, he didn't even now your name, but he needed to. He would do anything to learn more about you, to keep you close and safe.

He was so lost in his own thoughts and emotions he didn't even notice how severe the situation had gotten between the sheriff and your friends until you darted forward.

Dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. His mind screamed, his hand shooting out to stop you.

The skin of your wrist was so soft compared to his calloused hands, he never wanted to let go.

He wondered if the rest of you was just as soft.

Your confused eyes flickered back to his own, questioning him without any words being spoken.

He shook his head, tightening his grip just enough to get his message across without hurting you.

You were his now. And he would give his life to protect you.

[frenziedslashers]

Hi I wanted to try and request so ummmm..... The slashers (accidentally) finding their s/o's old *item*(its either a mask or a weapon depends on u) and finding out or realising their s/o actually also used to kill people just like them (maybe make the s/o gn so that everyone can read it) tyyyyyyy

Okay so I have been thinking about this since you sent this in ages ago, but I finally have the time to work on some of these asks that I got so <3 THANK YOU

Slashers Reacting to Their S/O Being An Ex-Killer(Implied NSFW)

Thomas Hewitt:

He would be real concerned when he found the items.

It isn't like you to hide something from him, so he was curious about what you were hiding under the bed. He had seen you push it under the bed the day before. It couldn't be anything bad, right?

You weren't thinking of hurting him, were you? No, you couldn't be. He wouldn't believe it. He did want to ask what it was about though.

When you tell him that you have killed people he feels almost relieved. He was always scared that he was torturing you by making him stay in this house where so many were killed by he and his family.

It might give him a little more ease to let you help him and the others with the visitors that come through, but that doesn't mean he won't make you work with Luda again. So don't get too cocky and make sure you stay safe. That's all Tommy cares about, making sure you're safe.

He'd ask that you didn't tell Hoyte about it at first, at least not for a while. He's certain Hoyte would use it against you if you ever got snappy or angry with him.

Bubba Sawyer:

He would react a lot like Tommy.

He'd just freak out a bit more.

She'd be a blubbering mess, going to you with the items in hand. Stomping and furrowing his brow. What are these? Why do you need them? Were you going to hurt him or his family? She sure hopes you weren't!

They'd calm down once you explain that you had only killed certain people and that they and their family were definitely not on your list.

If his brothers overheard they'd definitely have you help all of them with the next victim they got. Bubba would let you help but probably follow you around the majority of the hunt. Can't have you getting hurt!

OG Michael Myers:

He's conflicted when he finds it, especially if it's a knife.

He'd be a bit mad if it was a kitchen knife, thinking that you tried hiding his knife from him. Why would you do such a thing? You ought to know that's not going to stop him.

But when he grabs it he realizes it isn't the one he was using. It didn't feel like it, and it was cleaner. So, he finds his, compares them, and contemplates what the hell is going on.

He confronts you. Dropping the knife in your lap and tilting his head. He needs an answer.

When you do answer him he's almost relieved. Not that he found the story behind the mysterious knife, but just knowing that you can take care of yourself. It's partially exciting to the younger Myers, and he might even test your strength in the future.

He's not doing anything about it now though. Only nodding and walking off again.

Unlike Tommy and Bubba, you can't help him hunt. He'd hate every moment of it. He'd be worried, and annoyed, and it wouldn't be as good of a release for him. It's not happening.

HK Michael Myers:

He's pretty much the same as OG Myers.

He's just more relieved because now he doesn't have to worry about you being hurt while he's away. Whether it be because he got caught by Loomis, or just because he's out hunting.

He's also going to use your knife here or there. No reason, it's just a nice knife. Basic, sharp, and affective.

RZ Michael Myers:

He is a mix of OG and HK.

Instead of using your knife for no reason though, he's using it because he feels like he's bringing you with him. He would never do such a thing, but it feels like having you with him and that's all that he wants.

If you have a mask expect him to make you some more based on what your mask looks like. He likes being able to make you masks.

Vincent Sinclair:

He's a little shocked when he finds the items.

The weapons don't bug him, he knows that you wouldn't hurt him or his brothers, it's the mask that would bug him. Why would you want to hide your face? He loves the way that you look. The ability to see your smile, the wrinkles beside your eyes with your laugh, the flaws on your cheeks and nose. It's near angelic - and hypocritical since he hates taking his mask off for you.

He's never seen you with it on though, so, what's it for?

He asks you about it with caution. He knows if you haven't shown it to him it was probably something personal to you. He just stumbled across it though. It's not like he snooped through your items. He was looking for something of his own when he came across it.

He is a lot more curious when he finds out that you used to be a masked killer yourself. Intrigued, even.

'How many?' 'Who were they?' 'How'd you kill them?' He would sign, asking you all of these questions with more and more interest.

Once you answered everything, he'd feel his heart swelling. He'd be so relieved to know that you aren't being tortured by having to live with the fact that he and his brothers murder innocent people.

It truly brings a new meaning to the many times you had told him that the killing never bothered you.

Lester Sinclair:

He's confused, to say the least. Especially if it was a knife that you were using. Especially if the knife happened to be a hunting knife.

He knows what all of his knives look like. So, he knows for a fact he had never seen this one before. It was a surprise for him and took him a few seconds to realize that it was probably yours.

He asks you about it, brows furrowed. "What's this 'bout, sweet pea?"

You can tell he's a bit lost, so you just chuckle a bit. The sound brings Lester a bit of ease before you nervously or proudly state what you had used it for. It all depends on if you feel guilty about what you had done.

If you're nervous about it, he'd reassure you that there isn't nothing wrong with what you did. He'd stand up for you and reassure you that the people you killed probably had what was coming.

If you were confident when telling him the reason behind the knife. Oh. Oh. That sure does things to the shorter brother.

He'd be smiling at you without even noticing. His fingers twitching and curling by his side.

"Wow, ya really got some power to ya, huh?" He'd love the thought of you killing someone with a hunting knife. The fantasy would live rent-free in his head. If you requested to kill one of the tourists in town Lester would even let you do it in a heart beat. As long as he could watch.

Bo Sinclair:

He is super hesitant when he finds the items. Maybe even a little upset. Why would you hide something from him?

He asks you about it with furrowed brows. Slamming the items on the surface in front of you, or pushing them into your chest(without hurting you.)

You'd get the hint that he's irritated about finding them. Why? You're still a bit lost until he asks why you hid them from him.

"I don't do that stuff anymore. I don't kill people." "Then why ya still got the shit?"

He has a point. If you didn't do it anymore, why did you still have the stuff?

It didn't really matter to you, but it did to Bo. After he got over himself and lost the anger he felt knowing yo would hide something like this from him. He'd be asking you a bunch of questions as well. Maybe even trying to agitate you and see if you still had that spark in you. See if you'd threaten him or maybe help him kill someone new in town.

Otis Driftwood:

He's got a similar reaction to Bo. He's pissed when he finds the stuff.

"What the hell is this shit? Y'ain't trust me enough so ya gotta hide whatever the fuck this shit is? Who'd it belong to? An ex of yours?" He'd ask, anger written everywhere on the killer's face.

Once you told him that it was yours he'd calm down a bit, but still be a little upset. Until it finally processed that you've killed people before.

He's demanding you tell him every detail and winds up asking if you'd help him with his current idea that he couldn't quite complete because it was missing details. Killer to killer, he needed input.

It makes sense to him now why you didn't find the morbidness of his house disturbing. Along with his family. Or even himself.

He's wondering if he could get you to kill again. There's nothing hotter to Otis than seeing his s/o covered in blood. It'd definitely be something that would turn him on to the max each time he saw it.

Baby Firefly:

She'd confront you with it right away, but would be a little more sad than mad. Upset that you wouldn't fill her in on one of your darker secrets when she's an open book to you.

She's thrilled to hear that you've killed people before and glad that you trust her enough to tell her and not lie about the items.

She wants you to help the family with the next set of victims they get. If you want to, at least. If not, that's fine with her as well. You can just keep doing what you're doing. Which is helping her make them think you are all normal.

She also finds it ridiculously hot that you have killed people before, but she'd never force you to do it again. If anything, it makes her feel like you two belong together more than anything.

Tiffany Valentine:

She knows what the items are, and it excites her.

"I knew it, I knew you've killed someone before. Come here, sugar!" She'd wrap you in a hug and kiss you. This is like discovering you're secretly a celebrity or something.

Which, it kind of is if your killings made it into the newspaper. She is searching for the article after you tell her about it. She will get it framed if she has to.

She's asking for photos if you have any. Every little morbid detail of the kill and the thought process you put into it.

If you ask her how she knew, she'd smile and say, "I just did. A lot of us killers never brag about killing. The quiet secretive people like you. Oh, they have."

She's making Swedish Meatballs for supper after this news.

Charles Lee Ray:

He's a little confused when he finds the weapon and mask. He kills with a knife, and if it's something other than a knife. Well, he's stumped.

He asks you about it and is a little starstruck when you tell him what's up.

"I never thought you were that type of person." He'd tell you, but his stupid, menacing grin would appear on his face.

He'd ask you to tell him how you killed the people you killed. Reenact the scene for him. Then he'd request that you help him kill his next victim. It'd be an honor.

He might get a little snappy if you do something he doesn't like if you agree. But God. He's all hot and heavy when he sees you take the life of someone. Covered in blood, adrenaline running.

He's definitely taking advantage of the situation and getting you in bed one way or another that night. That had to be one of the hottest things he'd seen.

Billy Loomis:

"You what?"

He's baffled when you tell him that you've killed people after he confronted you about the items.

This brings a whole to meaning to your guys' relationship. Yes, he loves having Stu as a partner in crime, but you? His s/o? You've killed people? Gosh, he might have you join the two of them on their Ghostface extravaganza.

He's asking you to tell him how you did it and smiling throughout all the details.

If you tell him that the person you killed was someone that you knew, he's groaning and fighting the urge to pin you where you are.

This has to be the most interesting thing he's learned about you.

He's definitely asking that you don't keep any more secrets like this from him, ever.

Stu Macher:

He's thrilled to hear that you've also killed people.

If anything, this guy is more relieved than anything. I mean, he was worried you would hate him after you found out. Now it all makes sense why you never ran or screamed, or even looked worried when you found out that he was the killer running around campus.

He's demanding that you help he and Billy, and he's watching your every move if you do.

He's practically drooling over the thought that his perfect partner is a scary killer.

It truly makes him feel closer and more understood by you.

Brahms Heelshire:

He almost doesn't believe you when you tell him. He nearly laughs, but he can tell by your face that you're being serious.

His sweet nanny, a killer? Well, this is new.

It doesn't really scare him or anything. Brahms trusts you and hopes that you wouldn't do anything bad to him.

If anything it makes him feel safer, more justified, and more understood.

He wants you to be safe, and he knows that he's always there with you. Whether it be by you or roaming the house, it makes him feel better knowing that you can definitely take care of yourself.

He requests that you don't go out killing, but if someone intrudes, then you can.

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hi! I've been following your blog for a couple years since loving DiW and really enjoy your recs so I was wondering do you know any historical romances where the male lead has personality similar to Erik/the phantom from poto or is disfigured / wears a mask etc? Thank you!

Thank you so much, first off!

BOY. DO. I.

So the first one I'm going to recommend is not a strict historical romance... Like it is, and it isn't, but I'm going to strongly recommend you check it out because the entire series is amazing and if you're a POTO fan I think you may be able to get behind some BATTINESS.

It's Firelight by Kristen Callihan, the first in her fabulous Darkest London series. Which is absolutely set in the Victorian London we know and love... just with like. Supernatural creatures running around. The average people don't know about it, it really isn't Steampunk despite what people will tell you. It is a historical romance series. But with magic. It reads VERY similar to the 1999 Mummy, tonally speaking.

So, why I'm recommending it: Our heroine, Miranda, secretly has these fire powers. She's accidentally burned shit down in the past, her dad SUUUCKS and has had her pick pockets for him before, etc. But basically, hard times are hitting, and I think her dad owes the hero something... and the hero is like cool you can square up by giving me YOUR DAUGHTERRRR. But the hero, Archer, wears like, a full mask. Like a porcelain mask. And won't let her see his face at all. And is OBSESSED with her.

Features one of my favorite moments in a long time, where he gets stabbed in one of his mysterious evening excursions (TM) and refuses to let her help him medically, so she basically just follows him as he manfully bleeds out in their palatial estate until he's about to lose consciousness and is like "FINE MIRANDA YOU CAN HELP".

Ummm my favorite Grace Callaway book, Pippa and The Prince of Secrets, is a fun option. Pippa is a widow, and Cull is the guy who gave her her first kiss before they were separated. He now runs a band of CHILD THIEVES!!! and wears a mask because half of his face has been horribly scarred. The scene where he first lets her view his face without the mask is SO. EMOTIONAL. I got choked up.

Also they use a sex swing at one point. Cull FUCKS. But he also skulks and yearns.

She Tempts the Duke by Lorraine Heath has a hero who's scarred on one side of his face is very angsty about it (he doesn't wear a mask, but he does wear an eyepatch). The heroine knew him as a kid, they were falling in love (in a childish way) and he had to run away with his brothers because their uncle was trying to kill them. He comes back years later, scarred and self-loathing and very much a brooder, and she's about to get engaged to another man. Cue the angst!

The Taming of a Highlander by Elisa Braden. In this one, the hero was wrongfully detained for something he didn't do, and was very brutally treated and scarred on one half of his face as a result. (Another "no to mask, yes to eyepatch" book.) The heroine is this very sweet girl and ends up having to marry him in order to avoid testifying against him. It's very much a "he hates himself, she helps him heal" book and it's soooo good. Especially if you like a "it'll never fit" moment. Which.

To Beguile a Beast by Elizabeth Hoyt has a hero who's scarred, and again, eyepatch--and he's been hiding up in his big Scottish lair/castle, when the heroine comes to act as his housekeeper with her two kids in tow. What he doesn't know is that she's on the run from her kids' father, as she was his mistress and he was horrible. The hero does a lot of "I'M A MONSTER" stuff but he also bends her over his desk and fucks her soooo.

To a lesser extent, Hoyt's The Raven Prince may also give you this vibe. The hero is scarred, but this time from smallpox--he's still very dramatic about it. (In many ways, this book is Jane Eyre but with fucking and without a kid.) The heroine is his secretary, and they get into this tension-filled situation.

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I saw your bo Sinclair x reader about having a big chest I also from this problem 🧍🏾‍♀️ so could you do another one with Thomas Hewitt cause I love him so much 👉🏾👈🏾 also I don't mind a nsfw version as well 👀

also THE PAIN OF PUTTING ON A BUTTON UP SHIRT 😮‍💨

Thank you 💓💞💞💞💞💞

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

Warning 18+: Hoyt being rude and a jerk, SMUT/NSFW, mentions rude/sexual comments made towards y/n, protective!Thomas, fluff and a whole lot of Thomas tho

A/N: PLEASE FORGIVE ME!! OMG, HOW AM I JUST REALISING THAT THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOREVER!? I'M SO SORRRRY! I feel so bad 😔

SFW

- You go perfectly with Thomas Hewitt, I mean he's got one big fat ass and you having a big chest only glues the puzzle together. He probably likes it knowing you guys share something in common or at least to him.

- The first time he ever sees you is probably the only time he's ever tried to be respectful. Your huffing and puffing your lungs out as you try to catch your breath from running away from him. Only when he watches from the corner does his eyes drift down to your semi-seethrough shirt.

- Even when your tied up and thrown down into the basement, huddled in the corner does he inspect you more. Getting up close and personal to you, practically breathing down your neck as he smells you. He wishes he could bury his face in between your breasts, he's so close he can smell the sweat in between them.

- On the topic of him wanting to smother you. He'd openly be open to laying on you any chance he got, from his bedroom to the basement he only wants his head on your breasts. Sometimes he can't sleep without being up close and personal to you, he's so needy.

- But as much as he wants it to be only him interested in you, it's more different. Since the day he met you someone else had their eyes on you, from morning to night he'd catch out of the corner of his eyes Hoyt staring.

- Hoyt would either be reading the newspaper or helping you with your chores. But actually, he'd be peaking over his newspaper to watch you as you ate in the morning, coming out at just the right time to lend a hand. It would make Thomas feel insecure and mad, on one hand, what happens if you fell for Hoyt. Or that maybe Hoyt would do something to make you feel uncomfortable, the list goes on and on,

- Sometimes you'd come to him sad and uncomfortable, telling Thomas about what happened and how Hoyt would say something inappropriate or do something inappropriate. But you bet your ass that Thomas has your back, Thomas wouldn't mind getting mad at Hoyt and showing him who's boss.

- Thomas loved you for you and was there when you had insecure, he'd kiss you all over and personally make time just for you... ;)

NSFW

- It's not a secret that Thomas would have a soft spot for you in bed, he's never had experience before in bed and only had the 'talk' once. He was practically clueless, who knew having you there to teach him was more than fantastic.

- Sometimes he'd feel so taken away when you guys would finish, he'd be there laying by your side or on top of you watching as your chest fell and rose. It only made him crave more, the thought of going to bed every night bothered him when he worked almost every day.

- He wouldn't be able to focus on working while he had an erection, trying his best to calm himself down or hide it from any passing people.

- But when you came down to check up on him you'd almost instantly get thrown against the wall or on the table, quickly pulling his pants down as he continues to trust into you. (Quickes aren't uncommon <3)

- Even in bed Thomas would be gripping your shirt, trying his hardest to rip it off or get the stupid buttons undone. His hands would grope you almost every time you guys had sex, from licking to sucking on your nipples he'd do it almost every time.

- Mostly every time you'd end up breathless and tired, his cum all over your breasts and some bruises or hickeys left from where he couldn't control himself. But he'd come in to clean you off, a nice warm rag as he gently cleans your body. The rag wipes your breasts as he tries to clean up what he left behind. (Sometimes it would lead to only another round...)

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End Of The Line

Chapter 21: Black Crow

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: Language, Violence

Word Count 2K+

Luda had kept her mouth shut for days, days that felt like decades. She hadn't dared challenge Hoyt when she awoke to Ronnie's screams. She knew better than to interfere, even when it pertained to her sweet Thomas, but she had reached her limit. Hoyt didn't seem to have any intention of releasing them, at least not for the foreseeable future and she couldn't help but fear the worst, especially when it had been so silent. She hadn't heard a sound from them since that night. She felt responsible, she had been the one to encourage their escape and in doing so, damned them to their imprisonment. There wasn't much she could do, she knew that, she only had her words and she wasn't confident those would do any good either. She'd have to be stern and Hoyt made that difficult. He was a near perfect imitation of his father, hardened, cold and unmovable. She feared him in that sense. He had never hit her, but she always got the impression she was one wrong move away from punishment, just as it was with her old lover. However, now was not the time for weakness. It was not only her son's life at stake, it was an innocent's. Her grandchild would die down there along with them if she didn't do something.

She heard the front door slam and her breath hitched. That old familiar dread from years before filled her chest and her words abandoned her mind. She scrambled to gather her thoughts once more as he strode into the room and set his hat down on the table. She watched him apprehensively as he pulled a chair back and collapsed into it to work on the lace of his boots. She took a deep breath in an attempt to slow her steadily increasing pulse, that's when he looked up at her from under his heavy brow.

"What are you lookin' at?" He muttered as he continued to unravel the string.

Luda's jaw clenched at his grisly tone. She tried to recall when she had let her authority slip, or if she ever truly had any over him at all. From the time he could speak, he made her uneasy, perhaps that's what had led them there. Sure, she was his 'mama', but he had not one ounce of respect for her, if she was being honest. That's why she stood there with her heart pounding to the point of discomfort in her chest and sweat in the palms of her hands.

"You can't keep them down there, Hoyt," Luda said just loud enough for him to hear.

He let out that sinister chuckle of his as he tossed one of his boots to the side, "They're still down there, ain't they? Reckon that means I can."

His hands moved to the other shoe and he didn't bother acknowledging her as he spoke. Luda's fists began to clench at his indifference to her words. It irritated her more than it usually did that day. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened further as words bubbled up to leave her mouth without thought.

"Where did I go wrong with you, Charlie?"

His grip tightened around the lace before his hands froze. His body tensed as his eyes shifted under his brow to find her. His indifference had been replaced with all the contempt he kept just below his surface.

"The hell you just call me?" He muttered as he held her firm under his cruel gaze.

"Your name," Luda spat back through her tightly grit teeth.

He was silent for a moment as he waited for her to back down, but for the first time in years, she didn't. Her gaze was just as unmoving as his, though hiding her fear of him proved more difficult than she had expected. He looked more like his father than she'd ever noticed before.

"That ain't my name," Hoyt said sinisterly, "not no more."

He kicked his other boot off and pushed himself out of the chair. Luda took her opportunity to breathe once he had finally looked away from her. Part of her screamed for her to submit and drop it, but somewhere inside she found resilience and she wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"That ain't what I asked you," she said quickly, just before that whimpering voice within her won.

He stopped in his tracks. His wicked grin pulled at his lips as he cocked his head to the side in agitation.

"I think that's somethin' you oughta ask yourself, mama," he said as he listened to the sound of her frightened breath whistling through her nose.

Frightened he thought to himself, fear. Ronnie's words clawed their way out of the back of his mind with a vengeance. They brought with them rage, unlike any he'd ever felt to think she'd be smirking at the knowledge that she had been entirely right. He could feel his mother's eyes watching him with apprehension, fearful of whatever his next move would be. He felt himself shaking internally as heat built up in his hands. He was buzzing with anger, a finger hovering over the trigger of a loaded gun, contemplating, but dying to shoot.

He started to turn back towards her and the way her breath hitched once more didn't go unnoticed. She couldn't hide it from him, her furrowed brow twitched over her widened eyes as if she was on the verge of tears just at the sight of him. He studied that expression for a long while, the silence between them fueling a fire no one in that house would be able to extinguish once it caught.

"There's where you went wrong," he whispered to her.

Luda forced herself to swallow her discomfort enough to form words as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, though the movement felt unnatural, forced, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He laughed at the way her voice cracked, but ultimately let the sound die out again before he answered, "I ain't ever seen you look at him the way you're lookin' at me."

"I don't," Luda started weakly, but Hoyt was quick to stop her.

"That deformed bastard I got locked in your basement, that's your son, huh?" He said harshly, which forced her mouth to snap shut, "but I ain't."

He let those words hang for a moment. The part of him named Charlie waited with hopes she'd rebuke the claim, but Hoyt knew better. He knew not to let it hurt when her mouth opened only to close again and leave him with an inaudible confirmation. His head started to nod as her's shook.

"You are," she said under her breath.

He could taste her dishonesty in the air between them and he let it fester deep within as if it hadn't already been for years. What used to cause pain had become a source of strength for Hoyt. It was another cold layer around his hardened heart, more coal to feed that wicked fire within. It justified each and every vile thing he was born to do.

"You think I buy that? You think I believe you ever looked at me any other way than how you are now?"

He took a step forward and observed how quickly she stepped back, "I ain't ever seen you flinch for him either," he said under his breath, "you think I don't see what you're doin'?"

Luda felt that resilience she'd found before steadily losing it's breath as he came closer to smother it in his cold gaze. His eyes were darker than ever, she could see whatever sanity he may have had coming apart at the seams. He became more unhinged with each word he spat out at her.

"I know what it looks like, I've seen you do it before," he said with that cold laugh, "I saw it when you brought that dirty, mewlin' excuse of a boy through that front door. Nobody in their right mind woulda brought that thing home, but you? You were just lookin' for anything to fill the hole daddy left you with, the one I couldn't fix. You needed to replace me, 'cause the whiskey wudn't doin' the trick, was it? It didn't do a damn thing to wash away my face, daddy's face, but Tommy did. He helped you forget me, even if you couldn't get rid of me, even though I was right there, your own flesh and blood, you forgot me. You never had trouble lookin' at him, did you? Never hesitated, not once, to call him your son, to love him, to make him feel wanted. That all came natural, but no, not me. I was the deformed one, wudn't I? I was the one you couldn't stand to look at from the moment I came outta you and you've been lookin' for a goddamn replacement ever since."

"That's not true," Luda said with wet eyes and a shaken voice.

"Liar," Hoyt screamed, "then why not me, huh? I wudn't a thought in your mind when that bitch walked in here, was I? You ain't never talked about marryin' me off, have you? It was always Tommy, you want Tommy to give you your precious grand babies. It didn't occur to you anyone would want me, 'cause you sure as shit didn't. I wudn't good enough to get the girl, wudn't good enough to carry on the family name and I wudn't good enough for you. No, but that child, that bastard that ain't even your blood, it's good enough, idn't it? Don't matter how ugly it may be, how useless it is, it won't have to do a goddamn thing for you to call it yours. Just like her, just like Tommy. My greatest sin was bein' your blood. In your eyes I was damned before I was even born and I've been payin' for it ever since. Oh, but that ain't true, either, huh?"

Luda pressed herself against the wooden walls and lowered her head, "Its not," she sobbed as he towered over her.

"It is," Hoyt whispered as he pressed his forehead hard against her's, hard enough to hurt, "stop lyin', mama. Just confess."

She squeezed her eyes shut to let tears fall to her feet as she shook her head adamantly, but he only pressed harder. He exhaled and let out an aggravated growl at the end of his breath. His fist found the wall beside her head and she jumped.

"Say it now," he said under his breath.

"I don't know what you want, Charlie," Luda sobbed before his fist slammed into the wall once more.

"Charlie's dead, you buried him yourself, you know that," he said in an eerily calm voice, "now tell me why."

"I don't-"

"Tell me why you did that, tell me you hate me, tell me the goddamn truth," he finally yelled.

"I hate you," Luda screamed as she shoved him off of her.

The silence that followed her confession was deafening. Hoyt made no movement, instead he waited for her to continue. He wanted her to put that final nail in Charlie's coffin, he needed her to, because then what would he have to lose?

"I hate you," she repeated in a whisper, more to herself than anything.

She'd never even allowed herself to think it, but there it was, out in the open. The truth. The reason for everything that had befallen the Hewitts, the reason for the damnation of anyone that walked through that door. Hatred.

"I never wanted you," she continued with her eyes to the ground, "you were a punishment for the sin I committed in marryin' your father, for lovin' someone so vile, for not learnin' to hate him sooner. Oh, but I did learn, only it was too late. He figured it out, figured out that I was gonna leave and no one left him. Not without payin' a price and that was you. You were forced upon me, Hoyt. Conceived out of hatred to be hated, that was the idea and boy was it a good one on his part, wudn't it? Cause I've suffered ever since and I guess that's what he wanted."

She paused and gathered enough courage to look up at Hoyt. His eyes were no longer on her, instead they were at her feet, wide and vacant. For a moment, she pitied him.

"I tried, Hoyt. I really did, but from the moment you could walk, I saw it. You were born to be cruel and you never could be anything else, didn't seem to matter what I did. Tommy proved that. Maybe havin' to watch you destroy him was my punishment for hatin' you," she said with a sniffle.

His eyes didn't move. He let each word sink in deep, but before he could stop himself, one last plea escaped his mouth.

"What do I have to do?"

Luda considered his question carefully as she studied his unsettlingly still frame, "What are you askin' me?"

"What do I have to do to make you proud?"

Now she considered her own words. Part of her felt it would be foolish to trust that what she had just said had broken down his walls, if anything she imagined they'd only further his need to destroy. Then again, this was her one opportunity. He was asking her what she wanted. Perhaps he was desperate enough for acceptance to relent.

"Let them go, Hoyt," she whispered.

He quickly returned his focus to her and those eyes of his screamed danger. The chuckle he let out made Luda's blood run cold.

"Please," she begged.

"So I can watch you love another bastard while you orphan me again?"

"They'll die down there," Luda whispered.

"That's the idea," Hoyt spat before he strode to the front door.

It fell shut after him and Luda let her head fall as she released a pained sob. She almost let herself fall apart completely, until the door opened once more. She quickly lifted her head as Hoyt strode past her, an axe in his grip and her eyes went wide.

"What are you doin'?"

"Givin' you want you want," he muttered as he continued into the other room.

"No, Hoyt please, you don't have to do this," Luda pleaded as she hurried after him.

She stumbled over her feet, but managed to grab hold of his sleeve. She yanked his arm back only to be faced with the axe to her neck.

"Maybe I do," he whispered as his cold blue eyes bore into her's.

He pressed it's edge a little harder against her exposed skin until a small drop of blood trickled over the metal, "Maybe I should," he said as he watched it fall.

She tried to pull away, but he quickly grabbed the back of her head with his free hand to hold her still. As he watched her squeeze her eyes shut, he pictured it. In his mind's eye he saw himself swing that axe back to cut clean right through her. He wondered if it would give him relief, if desecrating the root of all of his problems would cure him. With that thought, he pressed just a little harder until Luda let out a pained hiss. His own hands began to shake with anticipation and his teeth bore down on each other so hard he expected them to shatter. But in reality, Hoyt didn't want to be cured, not in the slightest.

She felt him pull back and she braced herself for the blow, but it didn't befall her. Instead she heard the axe carve into the floorboards beside her. She opened her eyes as he pried it out only to slam it right back down. He repeated that action over and over until he had made a hole the size of a watermelon in the middle of the floor. Then he tossed the axe down beside him and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"There," he muttered as he observed his handiwork, "now you can feed 'em."