#bubba sawyer x you

[missjellyhead]

HEADCANON | slashers favorite sex positions | fem!reader

Inclui Brahms Heelshire, Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Otis Diftwood, RZ!Michael Myers

note: uh... hey? I got excited about this one. And thank you for 100 followers! :D

Warnings: nsfw.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Cowgirl.

Brahms is spoiled.

He doesn't want to take the slightest effort.

He just likes to lie back against the pillows, hold your thighs tightly, and let you move as you please. As long as he comes, everything is fine.

Brahms whimpers so needily, eyes closed as you ride on his cock.

When he's close to coming, he thrusts his hips up desperately, seeking his own pleasure.

If you allow him to take control, he'll moan loudly and fuck you until you can barely support your own weight and fall onto his furry chest.

But if you stop him, just wanting to tease him a little, he will whimper and stubbornly try to move.

You can punish him for being such a naughty and greedy boy, and Brahms will be begging for your touch like a puppy.

BILLY LENZ

Accepts anything. He just wants to fuck you senseless. But when you turn 69--

Hearing and feeling you gagging against his cock as he just devours your pussy is perfect.

And Billy is definitely addicted to his pussy.

Could eat you for hours and hours like a starving man. He never gets tired.

Billy also loves doggy style.

He'll throw you onto the bed as soon as he gets a chance to come out of the attic, and he'll fuck you hard and sloppy from behind until he comes.

In fact, after he cums, he keeps moving.

He super stimulates you without even realizing it, focusing only on himself.

He's noisy. Very noisy.

And it doesn't care if the sorority house is full or empty. As long as it's just the two of you in the room, he's in for some fun.

But it usually comes out of the attic during the night.

Good luck explaining to the other sorority girls what those late-night sounds were.

Speaking of the attic, he loves to fuck you in there too.

It's dusty and musty smelling, but Billy feels safe there.

He has you up against the wall, chest pressed against your back, and makes you practically scream with pleasure.

Anyway, he really loves many positions and it's hard to choose a favorite.

BUBBA SAWYER

I believe Bubba is a little shy about sex, although he is quite excited.

But he's afraid he can't satisfy you, and he's afraid you won't find his body attractive.

So it takes him a while to feel comfortable having sex with you.

And when that happens, you have to guide Bubba and teach him what to do.

If you are as inexperienced as he is, you will learn together and it will be nice and fun.

And when he has enough knowledge, has experienced enough positions, one of his favorites will be cowgirl.

He likes you to have control over him and do what gives you the most pleasure. It's also amazing that he has such a beautiful girl jumping on his dick. Bubba almost can't believe it's real.

And he loves to see your breasts bouncing. If he gets the chance, he'll have your nipples trapped between his lips as you ride his fat cock.

If he's not holding the sheets between his fingers, then he'll have his hands on your hips.

It will leave fingerprints because he squeezed you so hard.

It wasn't on purpose, honestly. He'll apologize later, fearing you'll get angry.

And if you tie his wrists to the headboard and sit on his face, he'll freak out.

Do it. He loves to please you.

Is kinda sloppy about eating pussy but so excited. Hope you don't mind the amount of saliva.

(And if you want to return the favor, pegging this man. He'll moan so needy~).

OTIS DRIFTWOOD

I honestly think Otis is a disgusting man. With a lot of fetishes, and a lot of boner, and a lot of time left to fuck you to exhaustion.

And speaking of fetishes, Otis has foot fetishes. Your foot, specifically.

It's not like he's going to masturbate looking at your feet or anything.

He just likes to pay special attention to his feet as he pushes against her sensitive, wet pussy.

And honestly, he doesn't even care if it makes you uncomfortable or not. Just take his dick and let him play with your body as he wants and as much as he wants.

So he likes to have you lying in bed, legs up, shins over his shoulders. That way he can just pull his legs forward and play with his feet. It will kiss and lick them while looking into your eyes.

Also likes to have you on all fours.

Shake your ass and Otis will be inside you in a few milliseconds.

Will spank your ass and pull your hair, pushing your face into the sheets.

(If you let him fuck your ass, he'll get you in every possible position. He gets wild).

And it will degrade you badly, all the time. (Does this outside of sex too).

RZ!MICHAEL MYERS

He'll make you lie face down on the bed, then he'll lean over you, put an arm around your neck and fuck you deep.

He's not really choking you unless you ask him to.

He likes how he looks bigger on top of you. Even if you are close to his height, he definitely has more muscles than you.

Michael isn't very vocal, but he lets out little grunts and his breathing becomes ragged as he rolls his hips against your ass.

He also likes to have you leaning over any surface that may be: kitchen table, countertops, coffee table in the living room.

That's because he likes to watch your cock disappear into your pussy, feel your legs shake as you try to get used to the size.

If he is particularly lazy that day, spoon position. It's still deep and strong, but slow.

The important thing is that he makes you come deliciously and he comes deep inside you.

(Loves to fuck you against the wall. Put one leg on his shoulder and let him stick his tongue in you. He'll hold your hips, not letting you dominate the situation. Michael likes to be in power, especially when he's making you feel squirm).

Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is not my first language

[sketchbook-of-shadows]

💕Cuddling Slashers Headcanons💕

(x reader, all sfw🫶)

I finally finished the cuddling headcanons!! I wanna say thanku to @sprite-real as I based this off their slasher cuddling headcanons post they very kindly done up for me so please go read their HC's first to show them some support and also for context! (this is not a request, everyone give Sprite love and say ' thanku Sprite' 🔫) I'll also be putting these in the same order they did😚💕

Thomas Hewitt

I didn't use a pose ref for this one but I still really liked how it turned out, still getting used to drawing 2 figures close to eachother without it looking awkward at this time because it's the first one I drew

Bubba Sawyer

Struggled a little with his mask and hair on this one but overall I really like the pose

Lester Sinclair

I'm gonna be honest, I almost waged war on Lester because it took forever to get his face even remotely similar to how he looks in the movie (I still feel it doesn't but if I spent longer on this it'd probably be out in Jan), I adored drawing Jonesy though (puppyyyy)

Bo Sinclair

This pose was a little awkward for me to do up so I ended up tweaking the ref I made a couple of times because his head looked weird

Vincent Sinclair

Definitely my favourite one, favourite brother, favourite pose and overall favourite drawing out of these

Michael Myers

Looks a little awkward but trust me, it's meant to look like that. Also if you zoom in a bit I drew his eyes under his mask but I mostly shadowed them out because it looked off

Jason Voorhees

Posing here was a little sus but I love it regardless

Also buttcheeks hehe😛

I made these poses (aside from Thomas's one) in Magic Poser, if you'd like to use the same ref for an oc or a self insert or whichever, I can upload the poses to the Magic Poser gallery and share them there or post the exact angles of the ones I used, just ask and u shall receive🫶

OH ITS 1AM

[slashersidewhore]

Slashers! S/O hurt by a victim pt.2

Slashers x gn!reader

Includes Billy Loomis, Bubba Sawyer, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair

Requested? Yes

Warnings: beefy murder boyfriends, hurt/comfort, minor angst, injuries, blood, fluffy shit

Billy Loomis

It was partially his fault, he was careful but didn’t always think everything through

That’s why you were currently in the clutches his supposed to be victim, knife held to your neck, you could feel warmth from your blood seep down the blade and beneath the collar of your shirt. Struggling only made the situation worse, although you couldn’t help the small gasp as more pressure was applied to your current wound

Feral. You’d never seen Billy’s eyes filled with such a look of utter insanity. He’d done despicable things, ruined lives, played with people like they were just there for his entertainment, but this, seeing you so close to the edge he sent so many others, was the final straw to snap whatever piece of him was remotely still human

He fingers clasped the knife tighter in his grasp, curling around the hilt and wishing he could drive it into your captors jugular

“They ain’t part of this!”

Brows pushed down, mouth pulled in a snarl, he went to take the risk and lunge before a choking sound cut the tension rising in the kitchen in half, your body stumbling towards Billy by instinct, comforted by the way he dropped the knife with a clatter and wrapped his arms around your body, hurried to get you as close as possible

Stu stood at the other end of the tiled floor, half smile glimmering as he stared down at the man he’d just disposed of from life

You curled further into your boyfriends chest, unable to shake the fear you’d felt moments before, still able to feel the cold metal pressing into your flesh. One of Billy’s hands worked it’s way up your trembling back, cupping your face as to direct your eyes to his. They were warm, vacant, yet warm when they landed on your wide eyed expression

“That’ll never happen again, you hear me? Never.”

Letting you push your face back into his neck, the killer began rubbing soft circles on your spine, cold gaze frozen on the still body mere feet away. If looks could kill, the man would have several more stab wounds, each more painful than the last

Billy’s eyes fell to the blade he’d planned on using, head tilting ever so slightly as he pondered how it wouldn’t be out of his way to inflict a few lacerations across the face that even would dare to breathe beside you

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba didn’t like you being around victims, during times where he was killing he got reckless, so dazed in his mind and it constantly worried him that in such a state he could mistake you for another and cause you harm

That being said, mistakes happen

Bubba was standing in a bloody puddle, leaking from the headless body beside him. Loose, brown curls fell in his face as he shook his head held by his rough palms, almost cradling himself. He’d been fooled by one of his potential victims, ending up with him alone with a dead body, and someone missing who knew too much.

The others were gonna rip him a new one, he didn’t even want to think about the look on your face. You’d look at him with such pity, you had yet too thus far, but he just knew that expression was soon to fall on your face. How couldn’t it?

The negative wave of thoughts dragging Bubba down were sliced through by a piercing scream, a chill running down his spine before he realized who’s voice it was who made such a sound, he’d recognize it anywhere

No amount of debris, rickety stairs, tables or chairs could keep Bubba from getting to you, all knocked from his path as the lumbering, masked man ran the fastest his legs would go, chainsaw alive and buzzing in his ear

Bubba didn’t even take a second to pause as he took in the scene, still running full force like his life depended on it. Anguish filled his veins, the victim was straddling your cowering body, arms raised to protect against their assault of punches, they were screaming something he didn’t care to hone in on, focused on getting the offender off and away from you

All he saw was red, on his arms, the creases of his hands soaking into the soles of his boots, digging past the fabric at the knee of his pants as he knelt down, pushing the limp, torn and mangled body from atop of you. Fingers trembling, Bubba paused as you sat up in shock, clothing and skin flushed with blood. Scooting until your body was closer to the man, you crumpled into his embrace, letting you arms fall limp, nose digging into his shoulder. Calloused hands clutched the shirt on your back, tugging you closer, you could feel his soft, unintelligible mutters and whimpers pliant into your collar bone

The two of you just sat there, not wanting to be away from each other for even a second after such a close call

Bo Sinclair

Unlike Bubba, Bo likes you beside him nearly every minute. Yeah, sometimes he’s an asshole, but that’s just one of the traits you’ve come to accept as part of the man you love

It was between the moments where you weren’t stuck to his side, or sitting off within his view, that you realized you were at your most vulnerable, unfortunately we all have a lesson that teaches us such

“Where the fuck are my friends?”

A rough, gritty voice yelled from behind you, catching your moment of silence off guard, spinning around, your heart dropped to your stomach as your eyes landed on what you recognized as one of Bo’s victims standing with squared shoulders, but what made it worse was the fact they were holding a gun

The stranger only seemed to seethe with further rage at the look of your confused face, mouth opening and closing like a fish, eyes wide as the gun raised and their finger went to the trigger

Right as the blaring ring of a shot went off, you were thrown to the side by a heavy weight, body landing on the ground with a dull thud and two large hands blocking the bulk of the impact, hands that were gone from your body a second later, dark shadow leaving frame quick as light as loud footsteps echoed after it

“You son of a bitch!”

You knew that voice, rolling over to gaze at the scene right at Bo tackled the victim to the ground, straddling their body and delivering punch after punch, unable to see his face but hearing the loud curses and violent statements he let fly recklessly

Concern, wide eyes found your similarly large ones, knuckles torn and clothes splattered with red. The mechanic practically folded down into you, forehead coming to press against yours, Bo’s thumbs pressed into the skin under each of your ears, tilting your chin up

“Are ya’ alright baby?”

You could only nod, frightened to think you’d nearly been shot, yet comforted by the warm embrace of the killer, his usual stoic gaze softened, searching you over for any scrapes or cuts. Lips press to the crown of your head, you could lightly hear his inhaling your scent, sighing from the exhaustion of the ordeal

“You’re never leaving my sight again”

Lester Sinclair

Lester doesn’t get himself caught up with Bo and Vincent’s business most the time, in fact as much as a talker the man is, he does like to keep to himself

That’s why it’s a surprise when you’re chilling in the passenger seat of the mans car, mindlessly flipping through a magazine, when an unfamiliar voice enters the warm, afternoon air

“Listen buddy, my friends have been gone for hours and you’re the last person they saw, start talking”

You can see out the pickup trucks window the back of someone facing Lester, their fists clenched as he drops the current task at hand. His gaze darts to you, over their shoulder, and it widens when the stranger whips around, hand on the car door handle, throwing it open

“Get out, I’m taking the car”

Your arm is roughly grasped at the bicep, stumbling over your feet when you’re tossed to the leaf covered ground, wincing at your knee slices against a rock. Eyes squeezing shut at the pain, you didn’t even notice the quick steps of Lester behind you, his shadow looming over yours on the ground as a howl of pain became present. In seconds, the once standing stranger slumped to the ground beside you, cold eyes glazed over, a rather vicious yet precise cut to the base of their throat

“Aw darl’, yer knees all cut up”

Lester mumbled, squatting to your height as he looked over the damage, eyes big and clearly worried. Unsettled, that was the best way to describe the look plastered across the mans face, mouth pulled in a deep frown. Still in shock from being so manhandled out of your seat, you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling the underside of his jaw. Never mind the dirt and sweat that caked his skin, it was comforting at this point

“Never lettin’ someone push ya around like that again, ya hear me?”

His rough palms rubbed the expanse of your back, glancing down at the body still inches away growing colder by the minute

“Let’s take care of that knee”

Requests open!

[slasherstories123]

Can i request Jason and Bubba when faced with having to go to a supermarket with their s/o?? I really love your writing (the bracelets hcs are my favs :]) andd if ya can't tell ive never requested anything like this before :,]

Jason and Bubba going to a supermarket with their s/o

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Jason Voorhees

It took Jason a lot of convincing to leave the forest since it was practically his home. He never wanted to leave and leave his mother behind as well.

But, even he could tell when it was time to leave for supplies. Not many trespassers were coming by so he could take their food and other necessities for you to take. There was barely any food left in the fridge and you needed to leave.

You brought up the idea of him coming with you which took a lot of convincing,but after a while he followed you out of the forest which you two held hands the whole time, mainly you did just to calm his nerves.

Jason didn’t need to eat when he became a deadeye.But you still insisted on getting him something, the supermarket was huge, more huge than any other one and it made him not want to leave your side.

You two went through many isles and saw snacks and food that you both are going to need, even seeing Hasin look at a few snacks that caught his interest.

“Would you like some chips Jace..?” You giggled while he looked away shamefully and placed the chips in the cart.

Jason would speak to you in sign language, asking about the different treats and foods that were displayed in front of his eyes.

“Those are cupcakes Jace. It’s a type of desert people get. We can also get those if you’d like.

The cart was nearly full by the time you both left since you needed things that’ll last a good few months until you’ll go back out again.”

Jason secretly liked it but would still prefer to be at the lake.

Bubba Sawyer

Since you and the Sawyer family hit the jackpot with a certain victim, you got a lot of money to spend on important food items that drayton told you to get.

That man was happy the whole time, seeing the variety of snacks and foods that were on display just for his eyes. He reminded you of a child being left alone in a toy store

Each time you turns around he had an armful of his favorite snacks or favorite foods, you couldn’t say no to that man so you smiled and told him to place them in the cart.

If there were any foods neither of you heard of you both were willing to try them. Each time you put something new in the cart he’d clap happily.

Sometimes he’d leave if he wanted to get something and it would cause you to panic until he peeks his head out from behind the shelves like a child.

“Bubba! I said not to leave my sight! If you saw something you like you could’ve told me so I would come back to it.” You kissed his cheek to brighten up his sulking face

He’s also the type to point at a lot of things since he didn’t eat non human things. “Those are called chips. There’s a different variety, I’m sure your family will like them, grab a few bags for me hun.”

You took a stroll thought the whole supermarket just to see bubbas reaction to new foods, it made you smile and feel relieved that you both had the chance to leave that house for a few hours. After you two left you both ate some of the snacks on the way home.

[aalyssah]

Disrespectful

Paring: Bubba Sawyer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff!

Word Count: 916

Summary: You stick up for Bubba after he gets yelled at by his family.

A/N: Thought this was cute. Hope You Enjoy!

Bubba was a sensitive man.

Although he might look scary when he's chasing you with a chainsaw and trying to kill you, deep down, he's nothing, but a soft man.

You started to learn that when family members would yell at him. His Grandpa would yell at him for accidentally letting a victim get away, or for forgetting to do something around the house. It would end up with him sadly making his way to his room, crying.

You always felt bad when seeing how sad he looked, after getting yelled at by his own family and today was no different.

It started off with Nubbins 'being' a hitchhiker in the streets. He ended up getting this one girl, who had lots of money and even a dog. Suddenly the car mysteriously started to run out of gas, causing them to go to a gas station, which so coincidentally Chop Top owned.

Everything was going good, until it was time for the killing part. You were in the kitchen washing dishes, getting ready for mothers night of dinner. You don't wanna try human, but after convincing from the family, you tried and it wasn't as bad. You started eating it and now you look forward to the tasty meal of humans.

Screaming could be heard outside as men tried chasing her, but her dog got in the way. The house door opened making you turn around to see the girl. "HELP ME, HELP ME, PLEASE!" You felt bad, remembering how you were after seeing Grandpa Sawyer, begging for his help only to find out that he was part of it.

If it wasn't for Bubba, you wouldn't be living with them and wouldn't be dating Bubba. "Yeah? Do you need help?" You slowly walked over to her, pulling her into a hug. "Come in. I got you." The woman thought for a second that you were helping, until she saw Bubba with a chainsaw in hand. "You bitch!" The girl yelled, elbowing you in the eye.

Your hand flew to your face as you fell back on the table, breaking glass. You felt the glass stab into your body as you whimpered. Bubba's eyes grew wide as he dropped the chainsaw and came to your aid, not caring about the girl running away. Grandpa, Chop Top and Nubbins walked in, seeing you on the floor bleeding with Bubba holding you.

“Bubba! You got the girl?" Chop Top asked, getting his butcher knife, pots, and pans ready. He shook his head, helping you up. "What do you mean, 'No'?" Bubba made hand movements and pointed at the door. "You let her escape!?" Grandpa yelled, making you both jump.

“S-sir it wasn't his fault, it-" Nubbin cut you off. "So it was yours?! You're the reason why we don't have food for tonight?!" Nubbins yelled, getting in your face. Bubba stepped up, pushing you behind his back. "Oh so you're protecting her now?" Nubbins chuckled, shaking his head, walking back up to his room. Chop Top did the same, disappointed that he wasn't gonna get any food for the night.

She smelled so good and probably tasted good, but they would never know, considering she escaped.

Grandpa started pacing around the kitchen and dining room, showing that he was mad. "You let her get away! How could you let this happen?!" Bubba tried explaining, making hand gestures to the table and glass on the floor, but Grandpa wasn't believing it. "No, I don't wanna hear your excuses! And you!"

He pointed at you. “You are the reason why my boy can't do anything around here. You're always distracting him." You were taken back when Grandpa started yelling at you. He's never blamed you for any victims getting away. "Me? I didn't do anything!" You protested, putting your hands up in surrender.

"If you weren't here, you would've distracted Bubba and we could've had food to eat!" You weren't about to argue with this old man all because Bubba was doing something his Mom taught him to do. "And you Bubba, should be ashamed of yourself! Letting a woman get in the way of your food!”

“Now what are you gonna eat tonight? Air? You should've died instead of your grandmother!" The whimper that came out of Bubba's mouth was quiet as he felt tears come to his eyes.

Yeah, they've been in arguments before, but he's never brought up his Grandmother before. You weren't about to watch someone downgrade your man like that. "Look here you old man, just because you're old and can’t go out killing people like you use too, doesn’t mean you can yell at Bubba.”

“He’s trying to be a respectful man and help his woman out, so if you have problems with that, you can get Chop and Nubbins to do all the work!” You didn’t stick around to hear anything come out Grandpa’s, holding Bubba’s hand and going to his room.

He sat on his bed, hands in hair, slightly crying. “Baby, it’s okay.” You locked the door and took off your shirt and bra before going back to him. You gently took off his clothes and got in bed with him. Bubba loved skin to skin contact, scared that you were gonna leave him and especially after a harsh argument with someone.

You held his head against your chest, letting him listen to your heart beat and play with your boobs.

“Don’t listen to them, Bubba. They’re just disrespectful.”

[loveandmurders]

Oooooo what would happen if the sawyers adopted (well stole) a teen gn reader.

One day they walk in on the reader with wendigo like features, like the antlers, the twisted animal like legs and they had found a skull so they had it on their head like a mask.

Would they be scared or...?

Hello there, thank you for this fun little request! Hope you'll enjoy <3

WENDIGO

Warnings: reader is kidnapped, mentions of murders and cannibalism, reader turns into a wendigo.

Even before you had been kidnapped and adopted by the Sawyers, you had loved the forest, the animals living in there and the legends surrounding this wild and dark nature.

Your favourite story was definitively about the wendigo creature.

There was something about it that fascinated you. It was strong, tall, and powerful. And more than anything it was dangerous and known to kill humans.

You were just a little human yourself, so the thought of something of such puissance was making you shiver in fear, delight and excitement.

Your biological family never really understood why you enjoyed those stories that much, but it seemed harmless enough for them to not bother you about it.

But now you were living with a bunch of cannibals, the legend of the wendigo was taking a new importance in your life.

Indeed, like a wendigo, you were now eating human flesh.

Your current way of life was driving you insane enough for you to believe you were becoming a wendigo.

One night, you went into the forest, and found everything you needed to “dress” like a wendigo, and the more you did so, and the more it felt like you were truly becoming one.

Actually, your body changed and when you put a skull over your own face, you turned into a wendigo.

It was getting late, so your family went out to look for you. When the Sawyers found you, they didn’t recognise you, until they noticed a necklace around your neck. It was the only thing you kept from your former humanity.

Drayton was at first very confused and worried about you. When he adopted you, it was because he needed someone to help him in the kitchen, not to start a new mess. He wasn’t too impressed, but he quickly thought that you would now be able to bring quite a lot of meat to the family, which would be nice. They would never be hungry again with you in the family.

Nubbins, on the other hand, was in awe. He loved how twisted your body and face looked, how tall you became, how strong you must be. He couldn’t wait to see you hunt down someone and kill them in front of his own two eyes. He was very excited and started to take photos of you. He found you so beautiful and perfect that way.

His twin brother, Chop-Top, was speechless. He even forgot to scratch his head to blood as he watched you. He tilted his head to the side to have a better look at you. He then started to happily scream and to dance around you. “Ya’re gonna kill everyone in town! Ya’re gonna kill everyone in town!” he chanted like in transe.

Bubba was the most excited of them all. He loved your “mask” and he loved how you had been able to change your appearance to match the darkness growing inside of you. He couldn’t wait to start killing with you by his side. You were going to be the perfect match. No one could ever touch the Sawyer family, because you would be their new protector, like they used to protect you from the normal and boring people.

Grandpa Sawyer was the only one to realise that you might be too dangerous for the Sawyers to be able to control you. But his weak whispers of fear and worries were lost in the screams, songs and loud noises coming from the rest of his family. He was glad his wife was already dead and wouldn’t have to deal with you. How could they all be sure you weren’t going to forget who your family was… and kill them all too?

[creativebeansofchaos]

Slasher headcanons 8

When a victim/Someone flirts with Y/n

Jason Voorhees

- Jason is not the jealous type but he is the self loathing type. When he sees some one flirting with his S/O. He can’t help but think that you would be happier with some on better someone who could go out into the world with you no having to hide his face. So he will start pushing you away avoiding you until you have to go seek him out your self. Comforting him reminding him that you want to be with him.

Ghostface

- Billy being the way he is he does not get jealous he just gets angry. No one is good enough for you but him ( and maybe Stu) so why would they insult you and by extension him by even insinuating that they are good enough for you. So he will drag you away flipping off the other person in the process. 

-Stu the moment that he sees someone flirting with you will become very touchy (more so then normal) holding you in his arms leaving kisses on your neck, ears and shoulders. Acting oblivious to how uncomfortable he has made the person who was trying to flirt with you. 

- Together imagine a mix or the two they will play off the others energy both becoming very touchy and rather aggressive towards the person who DARE flirt with you. 

Vincent Sinclair

- Like Jason he will begin to spiral into self loathing state were he will not longer be able to do any of his art work without hating everything he did. But unlike Jason he will seek out you affection becoming touchy and cuddly scared to be away from you incase you find someone else.

Bubba Sawyer/ Thomas Hewitt

- Bubba is a mix of Jason and Vincent because first he will shut him self up in the basement avoiding you thinking that it would be better if you found someone else but when you reassure him that he is the only one you want he becomes a total cuddle bear. Holding you close to him for hours just basking in the love you provide him. 

Brahms Heelshire

- this man gets jealous more then any other slasher. You could be watching a movie with a character you find attractive and if Brahms sees you looking at someone else too long be ready for a huge temper tantrum were rooms are trashed and him hiding in the walls for days at a time. Not being able to leave the house means that there are very little people who will flirt with you. Other then maybe the grocery boy (who changes far more often then needed because non of them stick around long.)

Predator

- He does not get jealous but yautja are naturally very possessive and territorial creatures so he will chase off the person flirting with you because they are not worthy pray. Then he will pick you up and throw you over his shoulder bringing you back to your room. So that he can mark you with his sent because evidently he didn’t do it good enough last time. 

[slasherspace]

Slashers with injured S/O 🤕

Slashers mentioned: Thomas Hewitt, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer

Thomas Hewitt

After going outside to get the dried sheets, you somehow tripped and hurt your ankle. You let out a little noise due to the pain

Thomas was nearby and heard your little noise and ran outside to see you on the floor spectating your ankle

He doesn’t want you to move AT ALL! Will carry you inside and spectate your ankle as well.

His hands are usually pretty dirty so he will be careful in case there’s an open wound or something that could get infected

Even if your ankle is fine, Thommy wouldn’t want you to do anything for the day. He will carry you everywhere and bring everything you need to your room

He hates to see you in pain and wants you to be fine as soon as possible

Michael Myers

He also hates to see you in pain

It was Halloween and after some kids pranked you so bad that you feel backwards and hurt your hands, your butt and your back, you stumbled back home

Michael obviously saw everything because he stalked you through your bedroom window. He isn’t amused at all to see you hurt

Depending on the ages of the kids, he would kill them if they were old enough in his eyes. If they are pretty young, he wont do anything to them

You might assume that Michael couldn’t care less about you being bruised but you are wrong

He won’t cuddle you and tell you how amazing you are but he will take care of you in his own little way

Will bring you some food and something to drink and place it infront of your bedroom door or on your living room table

Wants you to rest and will push you back onto the couch or your bed if you try to stand up (he wouldn’t push you hard so don’t worry)

After understanding what he wants from you, you just obey. Being with Michael has taught you that obedience isn’t always bad

Now you might have to worry about the people who keep on ringing on your door for some Halloween sweets, because Michael will open the door now

If there are some teenagers who are annoying him he will definitely go out and kill. So, if you don’t want him to kill some teenagers you better pray and try to get his attention

He tries his best to be there for you and will take care of you

Bubba Sawyer

If you are hurt, Bubba’s hurt!

This man is so worried

You rushed down the stairs and accidentally skipped a few stairs and just fell down. Obviously your legs hurt.

Bubba heard the loud noise and rushed towards you

Will make some worried noises and pick you up

Kinda scoldes you in way

Bubba brings you to your bed and cuddles you after checking your legs. They seem fine and will probably only turn blue and purple

Hugs and cuddles you a lot. Will also take care of you for the rest of the day even when he needs to work, he will check on you here and there

Will probably cry to Nubbins and Chop Top about it. He’s just really worried, you know

After the incident he would always scold you if you rush down the stairs

Thanks for reading! Leave a request if you like to :)

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

Vincent’s SO having him try a paraffin wax dip for his hands and feet for the first time

Slashers when their SO has an asthma attack; staying with their SO in the ER optional. I’m a Bubba Sawyer and Thomas Hewitt girlie :)

I think I will go with the second one bc I have asthma lol so yk kind of a "I can relate to this* moment. But if I do the Vincent one I will tag u if you'd like.

Slashers with an S/O having an asthma attack

Michael (og)

Now you know this man is NOT dumb, you've told him before you struggle with asthma just to warn him and he'd silently keep that in mind. He'd never thought you'll have an asthma attack this bad, like you always came prepared. Always had more than one inhaler on you, always knew when to slow down and you knew how to take deep breaths but I guess the cold autumn air really got to you one day.

Obviously he was watching you from afar as he noticed you had slowed down and held on tightly to your chest. He didn't want to interfere straight away because he knew you always had it but when you started to wobble and your breathing wasn't even breathing anymore he was ready to run and save you. Unfortunately the resident of the house you collapsed infront was ahead of Michael,coming to your aid he tensed and watched intently.

When he found out that you were at the ER being treated he was kinda annoyed. He's a possessive type, not liking people to talk to you unless he's hearing what's being said. He was actually thinking about slaughtering half the people there just to see you but he held himself back, just for you <3

When you're out the next day he is already there in your home, looming in the shadows. Be prepared because he will actually hug you back tonight! So you won there a bit. He wouldn't show it but he was absolutely petrified. You were the only person who understood him and he didn't wanna see you go because who knows what will happen.

Thomas

He found out you had asthma after realising you were slowler and more easy to catch out of your group. He also keeps this in mind ever since making sure you don't push yourself into chores you won't be able to do. He's always there to help you. He would be more protective and always listening out for your breathing, you could be a mile away and he could tell that your wheezy and so he would pester you into the living room to sit and he would pull out the inhaler he kept his his trouser pockets just for incase (omg he's so cute🥺) and would make sure you're okay. But I guess this time he couldn't.

On this specific day you all were out over working yourselfs, lately more people have became victims to the hewitt household and that meant more chores being forgotten about so today everyone was piling in on themselves making sure they got everything out the way before any more trouble comes rolling down their street. You were the unlucky one to have gained more chores and also had been forced to do some of hoyts as of his lazy ass command. Thomas would've helped you but hoyt scolded him for being too soft. You had soon realised your breathing had decreased the past 10 minutes but you being stubborn just took some deep breaths and conitued over working yourself.

You realised you had fucked up as the texas heat had made your breathing become painful and burnt your throat. As you tried to reach for your inhaler in your pocket, you couldn't feel it your eyes widened in realisation as you had probably dropped it in the hay as you were moving about. You had no patience to scurry around on the floor trying to find it so as you did, you tried to find Tommy.

Tears pricked your eyes as you struggled more and more and your vision blurred. You squinted and saw a large figure in the distance you tried and walked faster towards it but you couldn't even catch a breath when you were going at a slow pace. You fell to the ground with a loud thud and that alerted Tommy he turned quickly and his eyes turned to panic when you saw you on the ground your chest struggling to go up and down. He ran towards you shoving his hand in his pocket to grab the inhaler.

He knelt down next to you and puffed the inhaler into your mouth, making sure you inhaled it properly and making you take an extra one. Thomas carried you into the house and plopped you down on the sofa, wiping the tears from your eyes. He couldn't even imagine how painful it was for you but luda mae came by his side and helped him comfort you.

Luda as the Queen she is scolded hoyt for putting to much hard labour onto you knowing that you had a medical condition. For now on you either had inside chores that didn't need to much running around or some simple quick and easy outside tasks...close to Tommy.

(I love this gif of him he's so silly <3)

Bubba sawyer

I'm sorry but you know his house is damp and dusty and that's just perfect for your lungs! (Sarcasm if you couldn't tell) You told him what asthma was like a week in and you had to explain it to him in depth because sorry but my boy isn't so intelligent. He responded in little grunts of understandment and just patted your head. He also similar to Thomas will keep an ear out for you because after being here for a while your breathing had decreased and omg...those god awful chesty coughs. Now he has a mission! To dust the house for you I mean he can't really stop the dampness but he does try by opening windows during the day.

It was a day like no other, you were washing up, making the bed, doing laundry basically just helping out and doing work the boys were reluctant about. But all this running around made you wheezy so you went and looked for your inhaler, unfortunately this meant going up, down, side ways and under ways and your chest couldn't take it so you sortve gave up and sat down closing your eyes and taking in deep breaths. It hurt so bad but you just had to focus, you continously told yourself.

you heard the door swing open and your eyes squinted open to see your bubba. He looked at you with eyes of worry and made his way towards you. He grunted and snorted asking if you were ok. You just let out a wheezy cough and he knew what was wrong placing an ear to your chest as a way to ask if it was that and you slowly nodded he ran up the stairs and you could hear rustling and furniture moving. You tried to let out a chuckle but a whole lot of pained coughs replaced it instead.

Couple minutes later he came running down the stairs and sat by your side. He moved his hand holding your inhaler up to your mouth and helped you inhale it. After around 2 or more puffs and steady breathing your chest was no longer rising rapidly. He slung his arm around your shoulders and pulled you in for a side ways hug, you smiled up at him and tilted your head onto him so you snuggled quite nicely together.

He then scolded you playfully but he had a sort of seriousness to him that you kept in mind and didnt want to actually disobey,you nodded along before sighing, laying back into the sofa as he watched you with his gorgeous puppy dog eyes.

Yeah hi, sorry I haven't been writing as much recently, nothings being going on I js cant be asked if I'm honest. Another apology for bubba as I gave up half way in his awhile ago and now js remembered I better finish this off. So rn pls don't request anything bc unfortunately you won't get it till next Christmas.

Love you all my favourite lil slasher fuckers🩷🩷

[yeyinde]

I’M ON FIRE  ⋮  THOMAS HEWITT | LEATHERFACE ☓ READER

sometimes it’s like someone took a knife, baby

edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley through the middle of my skull

at night i wake up with the sheets soaking wet

and a freight train running through the middle of my head

only you can cool my desire

A shudder rolls through his massive frame and it makes your heart twinge with that greedy type of want that’s never quenched no matter how many times you see his eyes widen at your open, honest affection, at the love you pour into his skin, and the way you worship his flesh. It sits heavy in your pericardium: always there, always wanting. Never satisfied no matter how much of him you consume.

(You never quite understood the meaning of hunger, of want, until you met Thomas. 

It's a good thing, then, that there's just so much of him to devour.)

⤷tw: shameless Thomas Hewitt body worship/worship in general. softcore smut. so sickeningly sweet it'll rot your teeth. ultra light breeding kink. ultra explicit size kink. gendered terminology (female gendered body parts). no substance - just smut and fluff

You trace the constellations into his worn, rough palms - Ursa Major, Cassiopeia, Centaurus, Orion - and murmur to him about the universe, the sun, and stardust. 

Thomas makes no noise as you etch your fantastical stories into the white-hot skin of his palm. He listens, intently, as you speak; his burning gaze fixed on the way your mouth moves, gentle and soft, around the unfathomable cosmos that you don't, entirely, think he understands. But he likes the sounds you make - the way your lips mould around the words, and the susurrus lull of your voice as you tell him about quasars and moons and the intricate gases of the Nebula that you don't really understand much, either. You echo the words inside the books you've read and try to find your place in the limitless, infinite galaxy. A place, you know, will be just for the two of you. 

When the curve of Orion finishes and you've exhausted your knowledge of Betelgeuse, you bring his massive paw up to your lips, press a kiss in the deep divot of his fate line, and hope that somewhere along the linear curve, your name sits. That inside the harsh, rough crevasse is a world where the two of you gaze at the stars and find yourselves between Virgo and Leo, locked in an eternal embrace where nothing can hurt you and the world doesn't matter. 

(Like here: in this humid room you haven't left since mid-morning, where just the two of you exist in a little microcosm that smells like the sweat on his skin and feels like home.)

The heat of his palm almost scalds your lips.

Thomas burns as hot as the summer sun. A constant inferno that scorches you when you touch him. It burrows into your flesh, warming you from the outside in. 

It might be the lingering fever: a mid-July cold that had him bedridden for nearly a week. His immune system isn't the best, Luda Mae said. Colds take him a while to recover from. You coddled him - much to the derision of Hoyt. 

("Stop babyin' the idiot already," he snaps at you as you bring down an empty bowl of soup. "He's a man, goddammit, not a fuckin' child."

You trade off the bowl with Luda Mae for more water and blow a raspberry at him. "Aww, Charlie, are you upset that no one takes care'a you when you're sick?"

His threat is swiftly cut off by the sharp glare from Luda Mae, who then turns to you, now all soft, motherly smiles, and says, "thank you for takin' care of him."

You don't think she'd be particularly impressed to know that your version of taking care of him meant mapping out the star systems in his skin, and finding nirvana in the way he fits inside of you.)

After nearly a week in bed, tossing and turning in the throes of a fever, it finally broke. You'd spent the rest of the day helping him thoroughly sweat it out. 

The thought of it makes your cheeks flush. Makes that ache inside of you spume.

You never quite understood the meaning of hunger, of want, until you met Thomas. 

He rips open a vacuum inside of you: a festering black hole that needs and yearns - insatiable - for more. It's a constant ache that drives you delirious with the urge to consume him whole. But no matter how much you try to stem the rapacious chasm, it's never satiated, never full. 

(It's a good thing, then, that there's just so much of him to devour.)

Your lips part, tongue rolling over the line to get a taste of his molten flesh. 

Thomas smells like sin and tastes like warm milk and honey. 

A shudder rolls through his massive frame and makes your heart twinge with that greedy type of want that's never quenched no matter how many times you see his eyes widen at your open, honest affection, at the love you pour into his skin, and the way you worship his flesh. It sits heavy in your pericardium: always there, always wanting. Never satisfied no matter how much of him you consume. 

Your thirst for his taste is unending. 

His other hand flexes on his thigh. A nervous, fretting tick when the kittenish way you lap at his palm becomes too much. The movement draws your eyes to the bulk of his legs which are almost as big as the trucks on the Magnolia trees down the road. Your mouth runs dry at the sight. 

It's easy to worship him, you think. Easy to press offerings into his flesh, and sings hymns into the soft, plush give of his stomach. 

"Thomas…" you whisper his name softly into the humid summer night, tone drenched in that voracious need that never really goes away. 

The sound of his name spilling from your lips makes him flinch,  a low whine rolls up his throat, muffled by the pursed press of his lips. You like the sounds he makes. The grunts and the whimpers. The groans and the huffs of breath into your neck when you sit in his big lap and whisper praise into his ear. 

You'd spent most of the day with him nestled in bed with you. He rutted inside of you over and over again until you were filled to the brim with him - his scent, his sweat on your body - and even now, hours later, you're still hungry. You can't get enough of him. Parched for his touch. His taste. 

You bring both hands up to cup his wrist, tugging him gently toward you. 

He makes another noise in the back of his throat. A wanting trill that burrows into your chest and sends liquid heat to your abdomen. 

There is an almost needy haze in his eyes when you meet his gaze. If you're not careful, you think you can easily get lost in the endless cyanic that stares up at you, soft, pleading, irises almost entirely eclipsed by his widening pupils. The fathomless black of the cosmos has nothing on the endless pools of cerulean in front of you. 

"C'mon…" you say, and he goes, willing. Eager. He rocks up on his knees, his frame easily towering over you. Large. Indomitable. He eclipses you entirely, blocking out the soft light from the candle flickering on the bedside table. 

Kneeling over you like this, he looks every bit of a Cimmerian god meant to be revered, admired. The messy curls on his head, moussed from the sweat of the summer swelter and his lingering fever, and the many times your fingers threaded through the locks, falls over his forehead when he bows his head and stares at you underneath him. 

And you, as always, stare back.

It makes him twitch; embarrassment, and shame prickle across his expression. His chin quivers, turning slightly away from the open way you swallow him whole with your look. You tut softly, a gentle warning that no, that's not allowed here, in this space made just for the two of you. 

Thomas frets under your admonishment; the hand still in your hold shakes, and you're quick to soothe his worry with a wet kiss to his thundering pulse. You suckle the thrumming vein until another mark sits on his flesh. By the end of the night, when the moon is nigh in the aether and the ocherous smear of the hazy coruscating sun breaches the inky black above you, his whole body will be a mosaic of your reverence. A testament to your devotion. 

(The thought thrills you. You love seeing your mark pressed into his sunkissed flesh: a red map of Orion across his chest and Cassiopeia over his shoulder.)

When he quiets, when his shoulders ease from the coiled, self-conscious hunch that makes him feel like he's smaller than what he is, what he ever could be, you offer him a small, reassuring smile. He huffs at the sight of it, his broad chest deflating with the deep exhale. Relaxing above you at the wordless praise in the tilt of your mouth. 

It amazes you just how much self-doubt lingers in the broad vastitude of his neverending bulk, but you're determined to wash it all away with each nip you scour into his body. Slowly, slowly, because the last thing you ever want is to make him nervous, scared. 

But that doesn't matter with Thomas. The trust in his gaze shines as true and effortless as the love and affection in the abyss of blue that tugs at your heart each time you look over at him and find that mushy, misty-eyed look in his expression. It steals your breath away each time. A paradox that you can't even begin to unravel.

He's so massive. So big. An unstoppable force. But he gives you so much power. He lays everything in your hands, as gently as possible, and looks at you like you're responsible for the smattering of stars that gleam across the astronomical cosmos.

Thomas looks at you sometimes, and the weight of his gaze makes you feel like the most powerful being in the universe. It's an odd little juxtaposition coming from a man who looks like the personification of Hercules. A sentient mountain.

He tugs out his heart, such a precious treasure, and hands it to you for safekeeping next to your own, where they beat congruent. 

"You're perfect," you say, a little drunk on the dazed way he makes you feel. The power he gives you. 

His breath catches in his throat at your unexpected words, chin ducking bashfully to his broad chest. A man this enormous shouldn't be as cute as he is, as endearing. It jars into you, and makes your stomach flutter when you catch sight of the red staining his ears, his cheeks. 

Your eyes greedily follow the rufescent plume that snakes down his throat, his chest. 

It gleams with his sweat. With red smears from your nips and kisses on his skin. The thick bed of hair hides most of your work, but his nipples - reddened from your mouth - peek out from the blanket of tight curls across his upper chest. Your gaze follows the trail. The hair dissipates over the curve of his stomach. His belly hangs, paler than the rest of his body, and partially concealing the flushed cock between his legs that twitches under your appraisal, your wanting stare. 

Thomas is big - everywhere - and you ache with the reminder of the way he stretches you, stuffs you full of him until you're clinging to the precarious precipice of that inexorable pleasure-pain that lacerates up your spine. He fills you in a way that knocks the air from your lungs. That makes you keen into the sheets. 

But despite his sheer size, he's so, so gentle with you. 

He doesn't fill you up entirely - always so worried about hurting you - no matter how much you asked him for it. During the last several couplings, he fisted his hand around the base of his cock, and slowly rocked into you, not giving you the entire length of him, not pushing in too deep. It was good - so good - like it always is, and even with half his length inside of you, the girth alone steals the air from your lungs; but this time, you're determined to get all of him.

All of what he has to offer. You want him to devour you whole. To swallow you up in his heat, his touch, his caress. You want to fuse your limbs together until you can't find the space that separates you anymore. A tangled web of sweat-slicked skin and that haze of pleasure that makes you feel drunk on the sensations he wrought from your body. 

The thought alone makes your heart hammer in your chest, and your gaze waver. Your misty eyes slide down to the thick, hairy thighs that kneel between your legs. You want to touch him. To grasp at the flesh there as he pounds into you. 

It's been so sweet thus far. So soft. So gentle. And now you want him to mess you up. You want Thomas to take whatever he wants from your willing body. Take what he needs. 

(To give you what you need.)

Your eyes roam his body again - greedily, appreciative, wanting - and you hear the hitch in his breath. His cock twitches; a bead of pre-cum dribbling out of his engorged, flushed head. 

"Please…" you whimper, and his whole frame trembles once again. The rattle of an earthquake. The bed shakes with him.  

His hand drops to the pillow behind you, and you immediately follow, lowering yourself down, matching his pace until your head rests against the bed; Thomas bracketing you from above. He stretches out, yawning over you like the infinitely dark cosmos; a Stygian King. You see Orion in his eyes. Map Cassiopeia in the dusting of birthmarks and blemishes that line his thick face. You see forever in the way he stares back at you. 

Your thighs spread as far as you can manage - wanting him, needing him closer - but it's still not enough. He's too big. You're too small. But somehow, he feels like a perfect fit. The drag of his tummy settling over yours makes you mewl; the weight of it, of his body on top of you, makes you pant and gasp into the balmy air. 

You whisper more praise into his ear when he finally rests on top of you - right where he belongs - and pull his hand down until it lays on your breast, a wordless plea for more. He shudders above you when your hardened nipple catches the rough skin of his palm, a callous making your thighs squeeze his sides, and he quickly kneads the flesh you offered him. 

The soft give of his body feels good. You reach up and trace the stretch marks covering his belly and chest, cooing softly when he whimpers. He doesn't cover himself up as much as he used to. You've kissed every silvery line on his body. Every scar and dimple. Thomas knows you love every part of him - even the ones he tries to hide. He knows you want him. Need him. He knows because you tell him so every day. Your lips kiss prayers into his flesh until he's a quivering, whining mess. Until his ears burn red and his chest is flushed the perfect hue of roseate that makes your mouth water. 

"Want you…" you murmur into his shoulder, flicking your tongue out to lick across a small stretch mark that dips into his underarm. The rough scratch of his hair feels good against your tongue. 

His hips buck into you, his belly ripping against yours with the sharp movement. His thighs drag across the delicate skin on the inside of your legs, and the rasp of his coarse hair rubbing against the soft, sensitive flesh makes you gasp into his shoulder. His cock - tacky from the slowly drying mess of being inside of you for most of the day and white-hot to the touch - slides so deliciously over your mons and lower stomach, that you can help but to cant your hips up in response, eagerly seeking more of him. More of his touch. 

Fuck, you can't get enough of him.

"Please, Thomas…" it's all he needs to hear, but it's not enough for you. The adulations slip from your lips until he's quivering above you, your lower belly covered in the messy smear of his excitement. His cheeks are stained sunburn red and you push to make them blister. "Please, I want you so bad-"

His hand pulls away from your breast, reaching down to take hold of his cock. Your breath stutters in your chest when the head drags between your folds, pressing against your aching pussy. You're so wet. So messy from his cum. He's filled you so many times today. Your hand slips below the flesh of his belly, pressing against your naval where you can almost feel a little budge. 

"You filled me up so much today, Thomas," you pant into his shoulder, nuzzling your lips into his skin. He trembles above you, letting out a deep whine. His cock rubs through the mess still spilling out of you, jerking sharply at your words. "You wanna gimme more, baby?" 

He keens, his head dropping down to your neck as he ruts into you, desperate and wanting. He likes it. Likes filling you up. Making you messy with his cum. Likes watching it slowly drip out of you just so he can push it back inside after. 

Thomas isn't normally so open, so honest, about his desires. He hides it as if it was something to be ashamed of. But with the sickness still clouding his mind, spooling over his inhibition, he lets it out. Let's you see the things inside his head he covers up, that he pushes aside. 

You like it a lot more than you thought you would. The warmth deep inside of you when he cums, head tossed back in euphoria, mouth open as he groans, whines, deep in his chest. The sloppy way he thrusts inside of you with his release, as if he can't help himself, as if he can't get enough of you. 

The glossy sheen of his eyes when he drops to his elbows, burying his head in the crook of your neck, nuzzling your skin after he finishes makes your heart thrum with contentment, and affection; both so visceral, they bludgeon into you like a club. 

You wiggle your hips, unable to stop the molten ache billowing inside of you at the prospect of having Thomas fill you so deeply once more.  

"Please, Thomas," you whisper again, splaying yourself under him like an offering. "Please-"

He's there before the next plea finishes rolling off of your tongue. The scalding press of his cock inside of you has the cosmos flashing across your eyes. Phosphenes dance behind your eyelids when you squeeze them shut against the delicious ache, the burning stretch, of him splitting you open, carving out a place inside of you meant just for him. It's good - too good - and you can't stop the hiccuping whines from tumbling past your parted lips, a mindless chant of his name, and more, more, more.

Your legs slide over his, curling as much as you can over his broad back, and you push your heel into the rounded softness of his ass, forcing him deeper.

He whimpers. His hand fumbles. You reach out, fingers curling around his elbow, tugging his hand up. 

"All of you, Thomas," you gasp into his ear, pleading and wanting. A needy keen wells up in the back of your throat. "All of you - I want all of you."

And Thomas -

He can never say no to you when you beg him so prettily.

He breaks, and the way he crumbles has you seeing stars when he fills you so deeply. Pushing in until he can't anymore, until his hips are flush against you, and his cock is burrowing past the limits of what you can take, of what you can handle. It's so hot. The searing heat, the ache, jars into you like a sledgehammer, and you whimper at the too-full feeling of him stretching you. He brushes against a spot that makes you keen, that makes you feel that intense whiplash pleasure as it ricochets down your spine, pooling liquid bliss in your belly. 

You're pinned under his sheer bulk, but you can't help the way you shudder and arch into him. It's good, too good, and the pleasure lacerates through your core as he ruts into that tightly winding coil deep inside of you that spumes with molten ecstasy. 

You chant his name into stifling air, breathless and quaking from the undulated pleasure he brings you; the way his body moulds over your frame has you mewling, and panting at the smoulder of his suffocating heat. 

It's dizzying. Intense. The inferno of his heavy body nearly smothers you. You tip your head back before hypoxia settles in. Black smears moult across your vision when he moves, when he pulls back, the thick drag of him inside of you makes your toes curl in bliss. 

Thomas' thrusts are messy. Unpractised despite the numerous times he's fucked into your willing body. It's cute. Endearing. The eager, desperate way he pushes into you makes your head heavy with a pleasured slurry of endorphins and dopamine. 

"You feel so good-," he moans at the sincerity in your slurred words, and bucks into with a deep cry. The force of it sends you reeling. It makes your head feel gummy with that gossamer of euphoria that grips you tight when he makes noises like that. "Oh, god, Thomas-"

You pull your hand out from under his body, dropping it down to grip his plush hip, the flesh bulging between your spread fingers. It dredges up another squall from his chest, and he rocks forward, his head pressing down into the crook of your neck. His breath is hot on your skin. His hair tickles your cheek. Your other hand slips into the messy locks, nails scraping over his scalp in a way that makes him twitch inside of you, hips jerking into you - fast, hard. The force of it has you wailing his name, and your body tensing with the sudden pulsating pleasure gnashing inside your abdomen. 

You're close, you think, deliriously careening toward that precipice of pure nirvana only he can bring you to. 

His thrusts are sloppier. Sluggish. You can see the fatigue drenching his brow under the rivets of sweat that pour down his hairline. You lost count of how many times he's been inside of you today; how many times he held you down and fucked you until you cried into the sheets with his name turning into a hymn on your tongue. Your skin is soaked with him - his metallic, ozone scent, the slickness of his sweat, his saliva - but you want more. 

You're always wanting. Always hungry. He makes you feel ravenous; a need so deep, so infinite, that it's never satisfied, never quenched. You're always yearning for more. 

You're drunk on the taste of him. Addicted to the way his flesh feels under your palms. You breathe rapture into his pores and sing about your eternal devotion to him. Thomas shivers under the intense way you eulogise your matins in his name. 

The slick sound of him rutting into you sends jolts of pleasure to your core. 

You pull him deep, holding him tight to your smouldering body as he rocks inside of you, grunting in your ear. With the raspy way he whimpers, the hitch in his breath when you shift your hips to take him as deep as you can, you know he won't last much longer. 

Your paean turns into a breathless miserere in his ear, one that makes his chest reverberate with a deep grunt in response to the pleading way you prose your love for him. His hips stutter into yours with fevered desperation. The frenetic way his cock pistons into your oversensitive body makes your chorale turn into a nonsensical babble of choking whines and hysterical moans. You rasp out his name - a fervid plea as hedonism congeals inside your marrow, making you cant your hips into his as he sends you toward that rapturous edge.

Each jarring thrust spools an incandescent heat in your lower belly, where the blunt head of his cock slams into the soft, spongy wall that has you burning with bliss, and bucking into the molten feeling that gnashes into the base of your spine. It coils tighter and tighter inside of you until Thomas drops to his elbows above you, the force of his body resting on yours, lax with his exhaustion and out of his mind with pleasure, sends the scant vapours in your lungs rushing out as his weight descends on you, pressing you deeper into the mattress as he batters into you. 

You can't breathe. You choke in greedily lungfuls of air to sate your oxygen-starved mind as each plunge Thomas makes into you wrenches it out. 

All you can do is take it as he gorges himself with your body and renders you into a mindless, mewling mess under his bulk. 

You can't get enough of this. Your fingers dig into his sweat-slicked skin, wanting him closer despite the ache in your lungs and white-hot lashes of pleasured pain that chisels into you. It's so good, so good, so -

Your toes curl, muscles spasming with the electrifying force of the release Thomas dragoons out of you. 

His name is wrenched from your throat, and you cling to him as your vision whites out under the deluge of pleasure. 

Each thrust cudgels into you. In the kaleidoscope haze of phosphenes, you see Orion in the milky gossamer. The fulgent prisms erupt into static before shuddering out of existence where the effulgent face of Thomas swims in front of you. The look on his florid face when he cums clots behind your ribcage where it sits just as heavy as his body over yours. It's that coalescence of feverish delirium and the sfumato of delectation that percolates into your pounding heart, making it swell from the sheer elation he brings you. 

You can feel his hips stuttering as he rides out the last throes of his orgasmic haze, spilling liquid embers into your body. His body quivers under your hand. You scratch at his crown with your nails when he blubbers into your neck, mewling at the oversensitive feeling of your walls, molten and drenched with his release, clinging to his spent cock. 

You might have pushed him beyond his mettle tonight. There is a stab of guilt in your pericardium as he slumps into your embrace, quaking with the aftershocks of your greed and gluttonous insatiability, but it's gone when you feel his humid pants into your neck, the blunt press of his teeth to your skin. 

You coo softly to him as he trembles over you, your hands petting the body you so thoroughly worshipped today to ease the strain in his quivering muscles. 

When he lifts his head, you slide your palm to the base of his neck and kiss the nasolabial space between the decayed remnants of his nose and his cheek. He flinches, shying away from the soft kiss. He tries to hide his face from your view, shoulders trembling under the nervous thrum of shame, shyness, and embarrassment. You hate the look in his eyes - the ghost of self-abasement that sets your teeth on edge and makes your heart prickle with agony. 

"Don't be so mean to the love of my life," you murmur softly, tracing Orion into his shoulder. 

Thomas jerks his head up at your words, eyes widening. You hate the shock in his expression whenever you confess your love to him - like he doesn't think he deserves it. It makes your stomach churn with sorrow. How could this man not see how much you want him? How much you adore him? 

"Yes, silly," you pepper more kisses over his face, smiling at the flush you can feel scalding your mouth. "I mean you."

Thomas nuzzles into your affection like he's starving for it, and you're determined to make him surfeit by the end of the night. 

It's when you stretch your legs out that he shakes from his exhausted revere, jerking back with noises of distress and worry spilling from lips in a rapid cacophony of sorrow and concern. Thomas pulls himself up, looking over at you with contrition bunching up in his brow. 

"It's okay," you soothe him and try to hide the way you greedily suck in deep breaths without the pressure on your chest stemming the flow. "I'm fine."

He doesn't believe you. Compunction pinches the corners of his mouth. 

"Thomas," you whisper, but he rises to his knees and drops his head into his hands, shoulder shaking. "Tommy, baby-," you sit up, wincing at the ache inside of you, the tacky mess between your thighs, and reach up to grasp at his wrists. Your thumb and forefinger never meet. There's a width of space the size of your own wrist between them. 

You can't say that the sight of it, the sheer vastitude between the difference in your sizes, doesn't make you pant. 

"Tommy," the breathless tenor of your voice makes him look up, and you grin at him. "Baby, I love when you crush me-"

It's the wrong thing to say. He squalls deep in his throat. Morose shutters over his expression. He tries to cover his face up again, but you squeeze your hands. 

"Baby, baby… I'm sorry," you say, not at all apologetic for the words, per se, but certainly the timing. "I love your body, Thomas. I love the way you feel on top of me. I can't get enough of it." 

His whimpers begin to quiet, but the rueful look in his eyes doesn't lapse. 

You huff and slowly clamber to your knees in front of him. He watches you, body coiled like a whip -as if he is waiting for punishment. 

You draw his hands close to you, and pepper kisses all over his palms, his fingers, his knuckles, his dorsal, his wrist. 

"I love your big hands and the way they hold me so tight…" you glance up at him, watching him as you slowly lap at his pulse. "I know you'd never hurt me, Thomas. You're so gentle. So kind." His breath stutters in his chest when you nuzzle along his arm, your lips tickling the sensitive flesh in the crook of his elbow. 

It seems you aren't finished with your quixotic hymns. The look on his face spurns you on, makes your chest froth with liquid affection, adoration. 

"I love your arms, you know that. I love when you wrap them around me and hold me close. I love the way they swallow me up," you huff out a small blissful laugh. "You're so big, baby - god - it's amazing. I feel so small next to you." 

You press your head into his chest, breathing in the heady scent of sex and ozone that clings to him, letting it fill your senses. It makes you dizzy. Makes your head feel mushy with contentment. You slide your face up until just your chin rests against his sternum.

The open, raw, look in his eyes makes you keen low in your throat. 

"You're so big, and I feel so safe in your arms, Thomas. So protected. You'd never intentionally hurt me, right?"

Noises of distress immediately pour from his lips as his head quickly jerks to the side in an emphatic refusal. 

"I know you wouldn't," you dip your head down, pressing a kiss over his heart, feeling the rapid pulse beating under your lips. "I trust you more than anyone in the whole world." 

Thomas shivers. His body wracks with tremors under the sincerity, the bluntness of your words. 

Your hands drop down from his wrists, sliding over the smooth curve of his belly. He flinches, blushing scarlet at the way your nails scratch through the coarse smattering of hair you find. 

"I love your belly," you drop down, following the path your fingers took with gentle kisses to his flesh. His belly quivers. Your lips sink into the plump skin. "Fuck… I really love it. Love how soft it is compared to the rest of you. You're so bulky. So hard, strong… But here-," you nuzzle your nose into his luscious skin, words laced thick with an amatory drawl. "You're so comfy." 

Your gaze drops to the soft cock now hidden behind the bulge of his stomach, and your grin turns wicked, eyes burning with desire. You can feel him give a small twitch when your hands brush over his mons, fingers playing with the thick bed of coarse curls. 

"And you know how much I love your-," his whine cuts you off, and you chuckle in response. He's overstimulated. You've worn him out today. You slide your hands down, resting the flat of your palm over his legs. His skin scalds you. The smear of hair tickles your skin. "-Thighs," you finish with a wink. 

Thomas huffs above you, the flush deepening as it spreads over his chest. You can tell he's growing restless under your arduous exploits in making him acutely, pointedly, aware of just how much you love his body and how good he makes you feel. 

His belly ripples when you pull away from him, and the sight makes your mouth quiver. Your hands snake around his thighs, squeezing the generous globes of flesh you find when you reach up and grab his ass. He squawks, flinching when you do. It pushes his belly into your face, and press one last kiss to the tumid flesh offered to you before you pull away. 

Mournfully, you release your grip on his succulent flesh, and slide your hands up his back, feeling the taut ripple of his muscles under your palms. He's so brawny. So stalwart. You love the contrast of his soft belly and the hard, burly planes of shoulder blades and thick thighs. 

Your arms loop around the nape of his neck as you press your body firmly into his. The hefty bulk of his body fills you with an intense concupiscence. The way his bare skin moulds to yours has you seeing Antares behind your eyelids. 

"I love every part of you," you murmur into his chest, words breathless and heavy with desire. 

Even on your knees, your head barely brushes past his sternum. It's supposed to be a tender, loving moment, so you pretend the absurd girth of him, the length, doesn't make your mouth water. Doesn't whet your appetite. 

After a whole day of rolling around in the sheets, you still want more. 

"Every single inch." You punctuate your words with a kiss. A smile. 

Nervously, he returns it. It's just a quake of his mouth to the side. A crooked, lopsided grin. But it sends a thrill down your spine. 

"I love you." 

He bleats in response, eyes lidded and heavy with fatigue. He's still on the mend. You can hear the residual sickness in his voice, feel it in the humidity clinging to his rubicund skin. 

"Let's get you to bed, now, yeah?" 

He nods, eager, sluggish, and his arm wraps around your waist, tugging you close to his body before he leans down, his other hand balancing on the mattress. Thomas lays on his side, pulling you down with him, before rolling onto his back, arm opening wide, beckoning you forward. 

You smile down at him, the mushy thrum of affection swelling inside once more, and clamber into your space on his chest.

Thomas pulls you close, tucking you in to the folds of his side where you fit like a puzzle and he feels like home. You lean up, brushing his hair away from his sweat-slicked forehead, and press one last latria to his skin, murmuring your devotion into his flesh.  

When you lay on his chest, his heartbeat marches in tandem with your own, dragging out another smile that tugs on your lips. Thomas nuzzles your crown, cooing wordless adherence into your hair. He kisses your crown, and a sappy, soporific haze shudders over you; somnolence seeps into your marrow when his arm drapes over your shoulders, locking you to his side in an unyielding hold. 

You settle into his embrace, tracing constellations into his kiss-bruised chest. He fits around you like a Magellanic cloud, and you think you'll never be satisfied when he reels you into his gravity without evening knowing the magnitude of his pull. Thomas is the sun, and you're a tidally locked planet on a rapid spiral from which there is no escape. As he pulls you closer, you contemplate the benison of this perigee and find solace in the fact that your name must be etched into his fate line because you don't think the way his flesh burns into your skin could ever be happenstance. There is no fortuity in the way you fit beside him, and how much he smells like home. 

You belong to him, and if there is no place for you by his side, then you'll rip apart the cosmos until you can find a microcosm meant just for the two of you, nestled somewhere in the middle of Virgo and Leo, in between the infinite everything that threatens to consume you. You'll shred the Nebula apart to be near him because Thomas brings out this need, this want, that spumes inside of you like an unfathomable chasm, and without the taste of his piquant flesh on your tongue, or the heft of body on yours, you might just starve. 

(And if it is a coincidence, well - you'll carve your own kismet into his skin just like you etched Orion into his palm.)

[pinkslashersimp]

Can I request the slashers for a reader with an oral fixation like they’ll just put shit in their mouth all the time? Thank you have a lovely day

Hello! Coming out of my long haitus to answer some requests and im starting with u, u lucky little so'n'so ;) and thank u so much! u have a lovely day too:)

This will be a SFW fic, i don't write for NSFW for anybody clicking hoping for oral</3 there will be a little suggestiveness but thats it

I hope i'm getting ur request right here, I have autism and often chew on things as a way to stim or calm myself from a meltdown, so that will wheedle its way in here a bit x

TW: mention-ish of germs? Michael gets a little suggestive but again nothing NSFW i don’t write for that. Some of the slashers being a little confused and trying to ‘experiment’ to see what you’ll chew on or put in your mouth

If anything on this list triggers you please scroll and take care of yourself 🤍

Slashers x GN!reader with an oral fixation(SFW)💗🌷

Jason Voorhees

‘*shyly watches from afar*’

Definitely confuses him, but he really enjoys observing you and seeing how your behaviour changes by day, so he won’t say anything (not that he really can anyway)

After a while he starts bringing random objects up to your mouth to see if you’ll chew on them. Which confuses and worries you greatly

Definitely develops this habit after watching you do it

He does worry quite a bit that perhaps something small will become dislodged and you’ll choke, so he becomes much clingier after discovering this fixation

OG michael myers

‘What the fuck?’

Like Jason, the first time you do this Michael will stand and watch. Only he wont do it from afar. He’ll be much, much, much to close to your personal bubble.

Like he usually is. 

After about, say, a week of watching you from afar place a random article of things in your mouth and chew or suck them without much care, he decides to try something. 

Michael approaches you one day whilst you’re sat watching TV, mouth completely absent of your usual chewing devices. With one hand, he gently but firmly grips your chin and brings your face to meet his. And with the other, he lifts his fingers up towards your mouth 

Obviously you’re completely confused by this, oblivious to the fact Michael has been shadowing you, and gently pull away from his grip.

Only for him to lean toward you and gently push his fingers into your mouth, refusing to break eye contact

Which is when it finally clicks for you. 

Michael you nasty bastard 

RZ Michael Myers

‘*silent and confused head tilt*’

Stares at u until u catch him and have to explain why you’re sitting there quietly with the end of your hairbrush in your mouth, instead of styling your hair with it like you said you would

Completely forgets this behaviour like a day after this incident happens, it’s only when he’s making another mask he wants to try something

Michael grabs one of the (clean) paintbrushes he’s been using for papier mache and places it on the armchair of the sofa, waiting for you to sit down and relax

And you pick it up. And place it in your mouth. Whilst he watches, completely baffled

It takes you about five minutes to realise you’ve been sitting with a paintbrush in your mouth, five seconds to realise how it got there, and two seconds to turn around and notice michael silently stood in the doorway

Bubba Sawyer

‘!!!!! Don’t put that in your mouth!!!!’

Instant panic mode, the Sawyers do not live in a well sanitised or clean home, there’s chickens almost everywhere, bones, and bodies!

Instantly grabs your hands and whatever object you were putting in your mouth and pulls them away, expressing his concern in the best way he can. Shaking his head repeatedly and pointing to said object

Does this pretty much anytime he notices you absentmindedly placing something in your mouth and chewing without thought 

Take! It! Out!

You’ll have to sit and explain to him its just something you like to do, its comforting and nice as well as stimulating. 

This understanding certaintly calms his nerves a bit, so he begins taking note of the different gadgets you chew on. 

Pens, pencils, your own fingers at times

Bubba will drag you away to the sink to wash your hands and whatever device you need to chew upon before you place it in your mouth 

Poor man doesn’t want you getting sick

Thomas Hewitt

‘???? darling please, wash your hands first....’

The Hewitt house is much much much filthier than the Sawyers house, and much like Bubba, it worries Thomas greatly when you begin picking shit up and placing it in your mouth.

The first time he catches you doing it he (gently…) grabs your wrist and yanks it out your mouth, looking at you as if you were crazy

Why??? Why are you doing this???? People have died next to that??? don’t put it in your mouth wtf???

Staring back at him confused, you apologise and explain its just a fixation and you weren’t doing it for any ‘weird’ reason at all

Definitely tries putting his fingers in ur mouth like Michael. but only to see if you’ll chomp down on them

Gets Luda Mae to make ‘chicken’ wings for dinner to see if you’ll eat them like a normal person when engaged in conversation or to see if you’ll just put them in ur mouth and chew on them blankly

Is, for some reason, surprised when you eat them like a normal person

Harry Warden

Finds it very cute

You like putting stuff in ur mouth honey???:) how adorable

Will sometimes just stare at you when you’re doing it for no reason. Which, to be honest, becomes kinda creepy after five minutes.

Especially when you’re both supposed to be watching TV and cuddling together, and the entire time he’s just been staring into your soul

Definitely the type to buy you some chewelry so you’ll have something personal (and stylish) to put in ur mouth instead of whatever’s around

Tiffany Ray

“What’re you thinking about sweetie?”

She does it too. Sort of.

Laughs at what she calls “your cute little quirk” and says she understands because she chews her pens when she needs to write something down, or enjoys sucking on lollipops

You have to explain to her it’s a fixation and not a habit, to which she lets out a “Ooooh!!”

Like Harry, she’s definitely the type to buy you chewelry. Except she’s very precise about it, wanting the colour and shape to match with whatever theme you both wear (because lets face it, she wants you to match with her)

Would absolutely never judge you for anything shes so kind

“Just don’t go getting saliva on my pens, yeah?”

[chubbyreaderchan]

Teaching Thomas Hewitt or Bubba Sawyer about edible plants, bugs, and such and how to cook them so they slowly can see they don't have to eat people.

[bluecoolr]

Bubba Sawyer 🥩 Sketch Dump!

[slashing-thunnder]

Can you do slashers with a S/O that has large breasts? Like 38D?

Use any slashers you want but I would love it if you included Bubba/Leatherface!

My first request! 😱❤️ I hope you like it!

Hope you don't mind this will lean way more into naughty stuff! Also gonna include both Leatherfaces because I love Thomas so much

Warnings: NSFW, BDSM (only with Asa), Breasts

Headcanons for: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Bo Sinclair, Asa Emory

Bubba Sawyer

He loves to touch you everywhere, but your large breasts was definitely an added bonus. It's hard for him to take his eyes off them, even seeing the stretch in your shirt makes him excited. He loves to rub and squeeze them, partially due to how sexy they are, but because he gets lost in the sensory part of it. The soft flesh with a bit of weight to it is just enough to distract him from things.

And lets be honest, the bigger they are, the better they are for boob jobs, which he absolutely loves. Watching his cock disappear between your breasts brings him a lot of joy.

Thomas Hewitt

Even after you two get together, he's still very shy. He tries his best not to look at your breasts, even when you put them on display for him. One day you'll wear something just a bit too revealing and he pulls you to the bedroom. After that, he can't keep his hands off them, playing with them just to hear you sigh and moan. Bringing you pleasure is one of his favorite things to do and he feels a sense of pride when he can make you whine. He'll get more confident with you and becomes a massive tease. Every time he catches you alone, he'll come up from behind and grab your breasts just to play with them.

Bo Sinclair

Let's be honest, Bo is pretty shallow. Your body is definitely the thing that draws him to you, and those massive breasts just call his name when he first sees you. He'll stare at them constantly, even before you're together, completely unashamed. Once you're together, he only buys you revealing clothes so he can see them on full display. He's a bit rough with them, grabbing them hard with his calloused hands. He'll completely ruin a bra just to get to them some nights. When you let him, he'll hold you down and fuck your breasts for multiple rounds, just to see how messy he can get them.

Warning: BDSM/Rope Play/Breast Torture 🚧

Asa Emory

When he sees your breasts, so many things start swirling through his mind. It takes him a bit to convince you to let him try some things, but finally you let him do it. Using the scratchy rope he already owns, he ties you up, focusing on wrapping the rope around your massive breasts as well as forcing your hands behind your back. From there, he focuses solely on your breasts, grabbing them hard and pinching your nipples just to watch your reaction. The next time you let him do it, he ups the ante. He spanks your breasts hard for what feels like forever, turning both red under his touch. He uses nipple clamps and pulls your poor tied off breasts up as much as they can go. It's like he's torturing a victim with how he watches your reactions.

After he finishes playing with you, he's shockingly good at aftercare. He'll hold your breasts and give them gentle caresses with his finger tips, he provides cold compresses for your skin, and he'll whisper his praises for hours after.

[chronic-boogara]

𝚂𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖

find part two here. i love writing head cannons for my slasher boys with my whole heart. i really look past every single red flag they have. anyways head cannons requests are open hehe (*￣3￣)╭

if you were wondering (which you probably were not) i seperated my head cannon list into my verbal slashers and my non verbals. just to make it a little more organized

jason vorhees

•is loyal to you till the end. he will protect you with his last breath.

•he will move mountains for you and that is not an exaggeration. anything you might want or need jason will go out of his way to get it

•you have no need to worry about feeling unsafe in his cabin. campers getting more than 10 feet of the place has become rare since your arrival. he keeps traps and sharp wire along the perimeter just to be safe

•since he’s not verbal he will spoil you with little gifts and trinkets he finds. after slaughtering a camper he will take their bag home to you and let you look through it

•he is very accepting. no matter what jason will love you, he sees past looks and certain qualities. he loves you for you

•very responsible(occasionally). this goes along with the safety thing but jason will make sure you eat and drink something every day. keeping you healthy is very important to him

michael myers

• now that you belong to shadow of haddonfeild you don’t have to worry about too much anymore. everyone is too scared of him to even look you in the eye. michael can and will hurt anyone he needs to if provoked

•he is willing to try anything. he has never experienced a real sense of affection so cuddling and hang holding is totally new to him. he will try new foods,activities and positions if you ask nicely. michael won’t like them all of course but he will try his best

•another gift giver!! he feels so proud when your face lights up in excitement. he almost always brings home stray animals or the pets of his victims expect a large animal population

•he’s a patient man. if he needs to wait for you to be ready for something romantically he has absolutely no problem with that.

•that being said he is not really the type to do relationships so please be patient with him. he is always trying his best to help you live a normal life somewhat

thomas hewitt

•is gentle and very understanding. thomas will always be there to take care of your emotional needs

•he will always be there to listen and be a shoulder to cry on if you need it. your needs are just as important to him as his

•he’s always willing to help. weather it’s chores or just opening a jar tommy is ready. he sees no point i. you doing all the work yourself when the both of you are capable of doing so together

•he can COOK! if you have the ingredients he can cook it. and he has fun doing it. if you aren’t into human meat he will make you something else so don’t you worry. and his pies? this man can bake

•don’t worry about blankets or jackets thomas will sew it for you. he’s very crafty with a needle and thread so any holes in your clothes will be fixed in a jiffy

bubba sawyer

•he’s a big ball of energy always willing to go on an adventure. he’s always moving or doing something. it’s very easy to get all your steps in with him

•he will spend as much time as possible with you. don’t you ever worry about bubba not being around enough. he’s always hanging around you , helping out with chores or just keeping you company

•after being teased by his brothers mercilessly he is always extra kind to you if he feels like he’s done something wrong. he will always admit when he’s wrong and will apologize (in his own way). he is very empathetic when it comes to you

•he cannot cook BUT he has a talent with animals. he will teach you about them and just overall get you used to them. this is plus because who doesn’t like hanging around some cows from time to time ?

vincent sinclair

•the best thing about vincent is his ability or remember things about you. his listening skills are unmatched. you’d puke mention something small like how much you loved a certain flower when you were a child and he will sculpt it and have it on your nightstand by night fall

•as we all know he is an artist at heart. all his gifts are home made. paintings , portraits, sketches , pottery etc. he enjoys using you as a muse when he has some down time. he’ll even teach you everything he knows.

•just like michael he is extremely patient. he loves you no matter what and no amount of waiting will ever change that.

•your safety is key! if bo brings a “guest” home he will allow you to hide out in one of the brothers rooms. the last thing he wants is for anything to happen to you. he keeps you away from the victims for the most part. he will never allow you to be hurt in any other way

•mental health is just as important as physical to vincent. don’t be afraid to talk your thoughts or how burnt out you are. he will understand. being the sweetheart he is vince will make sure you take your meds every day and “reward” you for it by giving you kisses

[aalyssah]

Stress Relief

Pairing: Bubba Sawyer x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut. Blowjob, Cursing, Fluff, Handjob, Loss of Virginity, Oral, (Bubba Receiving), Praise, and Unprotected Sex. Minors DNI 18+

Word Count: 1,725

Summary: When you notice how stressed Bubba is, you offer to help him relief which leads to your first time.

A/N: Haven't wrote for Bubba in a long minute, so Hope You Enjoy!

The moment the door was slammed you knew Bubba was feeling different than normal.

You were in the kitchen, washing dishes when you heard the small animal noises coming from Bubba.

You quickly dried your hands and went to the bedroom where Bubba was at, sitting on the bed, while wiping his sledgehammer with a dirty rag. You came next to him, sitting down with a sigh. "Hey Bubba, you okay?"

Although Bubba nodded his head you could tell something was on his mind. He barely showed you attention, focusing on the weapon. "Bubba?" You called out once more, touching his shoulder gently.

He tensed up, looking at you with cold eyes. "Bubba? Baby, what's wrong?" You asked, eyebrows scrunched down in worry.

He's never like this, especially towards you.

Out of nowhere, Bubba abruptly stood up, making weird motions with his hands and the sledgehammer, while squealing, attempting to tell a story as if you could clearly understand him.

You watched as he finished, his arms plopping against his sides. You nodded your head with a frown. "Well, it's- it's okay, baby. It seems like you're really stressed and I think I know a way to help you out, if you'll let me?"

Bubba was now curious at your tone near the end of your sentence. He titled his head to the side, a shy smile coming to your face as you grabbed his arm, dragging him to sit down.

"Well, there's this thing couples do. We make love, and I wanted to try it out with you? It feels really good, and I'll even please you first!" Your convincing skills may not be the best, but Bubba was really nosey.

He wanted to know what you were talking about and if all couples do this, why haven't you two done it yet?

You and Bubba have been together for almost 2 years now and not once has he had thoughts of touching you sexually and that's because no one's ever told him about this.

Until now.

Bubba quickly nodded his head, eager to see what you'll do. You looked surprised. "Wait, really?" Bubba continued to nod his head.

You smiled reaching up and pulling his mask off before leaning in and placing small kisses on his face.

Bubba has become very comfortable around you, comfy enough to take his mask off which really deepened your relationship.

Bubba grew excited, smiling and giggling, but he stopped when you pulled away from him and went down on your knees between his legs.

You rubbed up and down his thighs, watching as his breath hitched. "Take these off for me, babe." Bubba didn't even question your orders, instantly yanking at pants while you slowly untied the apron around his waist.

Now with Bubba stripped bare except for his underwear you smiled while Bubba shook, nervous under your eyes. "You're so pretty." You complimented him, missing the slight blush on his cheeks.

You carefully pulled his boxers down and threw them somewhere in the room. It surprised Bubba, but he trusted you. You knew what you were doing, obviously.

You grabbed his cock with a chuckle, stroking him up and down. "Gosh, you're so big Bubba. I knew you were packing, but I didn't really expect this." You admitted, softly.

You studied his body, taking in every detail of his lower body. He stared down at you as you leaned down and took him in your mouth, humming at the sweet, but salty taste of his pre-cum.

Bubba pathetically jumped when you sucked on the head of his cock. You smiled, knowing this would be his reaction. You took him deep down your throat, before slowly coming up, licking a long line up to his tip.

Bubba's body fell back against the bed, a deep raspy groan coming from the back of his throat. He felt like he was on cloud nine right now while you were sucking him off.

Like asked earlier, why haven't y'all done this sooner?

You began bobbing your head up and down, making sure to stroke whatever you couldn't fit, wanting to give all the attention to every spot on his cock.

The slurping sounds coming from you were filthy as Bubba's eyes rolled to the back of his head. His big hands gripped the sheets tightly, almost ripping a hole through them.

You looked up at him through your lashes as you cupped his balls, fondling them with spit that dripped from his cock.

Your mouth came off him for a moment to let you catch your breath, a whine coming from Bubba above. His hand tried to come to your head to force you back down to his aching cock, but you slapped his hand away.

"Bubba, let me catch my breath!" You giggled, seeing how desperate he was. He was needy. Needy for the release that was close to coming out, but then you stopped.

Your hands came off his cock, and you stopped stroking him and Bubba wanted to ask what happened and why you stopped, but then he saw you quickly ripping your clothes off.

You were naked, stepping on the bed and over his body, squatting down above his cock. You took a hand and guided him towards your entrance, slowly sinking down, moaning as his cock reached deep inside you.

Bubba squealed, his hands coming to your waist, gripping hard. You tested the water, bouncing up and down a couple of times on him, letting his cock stretch you open a bit more.

"We're just gonna start off s-slow." You explained to him. You gently bounced up and down on him, your hands planted on his chest to steady yourself. Your breast bounced with every movement you made, Bubba's eyes staring at your nipples.

Some nights you and Bubba would sit in your shared bed or on the couch in the living room and allow Bubba to suck on your nipples, both pleasure coming from you both, but now seeing your breast bouncing while you rode him ignited something inside him.

You breathily chuckled, leaning down so your breasts were dangling in his face. Bubba didn't need to ask as he took a nipple in his mouth, a high pitch moan coming from you.

Bubba must've caught on really quickly because one of his arms came around your waist and pulled you down faster as you still bounced on top of him.

If anyone could see you two, y'all looked like a horny couple in horror movies, desperately bouncing on one another while moaning loudly.

You were moaning in pleasure, feeling his cock basically splitting you open as Bubba mewled under you, wanting you to bounce faster.

With one hard bounce you stopped, grinding your hips against his pelvic, his cock swiping against different parts in your body.

You grabbed his shoulder tightly, a bubbly laugh of pleasure coming from you. "Fuck, Bubs, you feel so good. You're such a good boy, for letting me please you like this." Bubba felt his body freeze for a second.

The two words, 'good boy' seemed to turn him on even more, and the way you said it with your voice all out of breath after all that bouncing made him want to pound you into the mattress, and that's exactly what he did.

While taking a small break you still continued to grind yourself against him, but it was cut short when Bubba's strength came out and flipped you over on your back, his cock somehow hitting deeper inside you.

"Oh, Bubba!" You screamed out, feeling his hips push into you at a fast pace. This was so unexpected and it felt so good, but at the same time it felt rushed. "S-slow down, B-Bubba!" You tried calling out to him, but the look on his face let you know where he was.

He was in la la land, eyes rolled back, a little drool coming from the corner of his mouth, and hips not even faltering in pace.

His cock was repeatedly slamming inside you, showing more and more wetness as it came out and slipped back in. Your hands were on his chest attempting to push him away, but Bubba was 3 times stronger than you.

Bubba growled under his breath, mad at the feeling of you trying to push him away, his hands spreading your legs apart and nearly pulling them over his shoulder, allowing his cock to slip as deep as possible, a cry spilling from your lips.

Squeals and groans came from Bubba as his hips pounded against yours, his heavy balls slapping against your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck, gripping his short black curly hair as his hips slammed into you, a loud clapping voice echoing around the walls.

Nothing, but cries of pleasure came from you. "B-Bubba, slow— slow down, p-please!" You begged. You didn't know Bubba had it in him to plow your cunt like this.

Bubba's head was tucked in your neck, placing random kisses and sucking marks on your neck, while squealing in your ear. "Oh shit, I'm cumming!" You warmed him, but Bubba didn't know what that meant.

He just kept thrusting, his cock finally hitting your g-spot causing you to spaz around him. Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, squeezing him down on you and your cunt clenched around him so hard, a throaty moan came out of Bubba that made your eyes widened.

He was gonna cum.

"B-bubba, wait-"

It was too late.

His cum shot deep inside you, and it didn't help with the position that you two were in. It felt like his cum hit your womb and that's what scares you, but the feeling of him cumming inside you felt so good you couldn't help, but moan.

Bubba was crying. Crying actual tears of joy in your neck, sobbing from the amount of pleasure he just experienced. His balls were empty, they felt so much lighter than normal.

Bubba slowly rolled off you, the cool air of the ceiling fan hitting your sweaty bodies.

You two just laid there, not even bothered to get up and clean your mess. Y'all will do that in the morning.

Until then, you both laid there, Bubba falling asleep on your chest and you falling asleep beside him, holding onto him tightly.