#texas chainsaw massacre x reader

[angled-blade]

Being childhood friends with the Slashers

Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt

To think that you were so close with them, it’s almost as if it weren’t coincidental.

• Billy Lenz

You only recall Billy as one of the only friends you had who had been so willing to try out all the weird dares back in middle school. You were fond of his strange antics, as it made you giggle at times. You kept his secrets as well, pinky promising him. Billy was really happy that day, his small hand holding yours the whole time. You never really thought you’d ever interact with him again after he had been pulled from public schooling altogether.

—

“___… ___’s here! Billy’s gotta call.. Right? Right! ___’s coming here!” Billy whispered under his breath, barely able to contain himself as he picked up the rotary right as you stepped inside the sorority home. He saw you from the attic window, your appearance remarkably the same, in which he identified in an instant. It made him giddy.

“Hello?” A voice responded. Someone that wasn’t you. Billy began to scream, his screams were calling for you all while he was simultaneously insulting the person on the other end. You were concerned, though you held the phone to your ear when one of the girls handed it to you teary eyed before exiting. 

You didn’t expect to hear someone blabbering expletives and curses on the other end as he signed off with the name, ‘Billy’. What you didn’t expect was to recognise that voice, no matter how loud and unintelligible it was.

“Billy.. Billy..” That was when you realised, shock overtaking you. “Is that really you, Billy?” You murmured. You looked around the room nervously, though you were relieved that nobody was around.

“___!” He cheered, repositioning himself on his stomach as his kicked his legs. He was absolutely delighted to know you still remembered him, a coo escaping him.

• Bubba Sawyer

You had known the Sawyers since you were little, your family having been quite close with them as your father had been working at the same slaughterhouse as they did. With the automation of the slaughterhouse, your parents decided to move in response to it, much to your protests that went ignored. After moving away, contact with them began to lessen and got a lot more harder—though you missing them had gotten a whole lot more bigger, especially for Bubba. He was always so kind to you. 

—

You didn’t expect your visit through the heart of Texas to have you running into the man you missed.

You saw that Bubba had been maskless, washing his face and his bloodied arms in the pond,  maybe he was finished with butchering meat. The pond tugged at your heartstrings, seeing that it was where he and you always went to whenever your parents were busy. 

“Bubba!” You hollered his name, your voice startling him at first. When he saw you, he was quick in running over to you. His pig-like squeals were amplified, wrapping his arms around you tightly. To the average person, those sounds from him would be unnerving—but you found it a familiar sort of assurance.

• Ghostface

  • Billy Loomis

Billy was initially distant with you when you tried to talk to him at school, though he crawled back to you at the end of the day, shyly asking to be your friend in school. He would excitedly talk to you about movies, more specifically action. You reciprocated by rambling about the movies you’ve watched, too. Billy became something of a quiet protector, though, you two were already difficult to tear from one another in the first place, as it resulted in Billy being petty in the ways he sought for your attention. This friendship continued on until you made it to Woodsboro High, Billy making sure to keep his eye on you as he continued on with his plan.

—

Billy patted at the seat beside him, a smug smile across his features as he began to eat at his sandwich. You followed suit, setting down the books you had been holding onto from the previous class. 

“How’s Mrs. Lake? She any good of a teacher?” Billy asked, chuckling at the sight of you huffing in frustration.

“Don’t even talk about it.. Anything you up to tonight?” You changed the subject, Billy catching onto it quickly, having known you for a long while. He nodded, a smile appearing now.

“I’m going to make a call tonight, nothing much, really.” 

After answering, Billy returned to his sandwich after doing so, ending the conversation right after.

  • Stu Macher

Stu had been dubbed as a problematic child long before you were even enrolled into the school. From what was honestly meant to be a day long interest in the new kid, Stu found himself quickly getting attached to you. He honestly craved the fact that you readily accepted him as he was and helped him focus on class in that really gentle way you did. Imagine his reaction when he heard the news that the school had offered you to be his aid in class, with you accepting it in a heartbeat? He was absolutely ecstatic. This arrangement continued until you two were in Woodsboro High, that fact itself had him quietly grateful. 

—

“Uh, hey ___?” You hummed softly, indicating to him that you were listening. His tone alone already had you knowing what it was that he wanted. You quickly passed him your notes for him to copy down. 

Stu smiled wide, patting your back as he always did. You knew that he couldn’t help the fact that he struggled finding ways to focus, so you always made sure to keep things easy for him to understand and recognise. By then, you always got the news from Stu as he boasted about the grades he had improving significantly.

“Andddd.. It’s all thanks to you~” Stu cooed, hugging you gently—which was uncharacteristic, but it showed how grateful he was. 

• Jason Voorhees

You were practically attached to the hip with Jason, having been promoted to being his buddy throughout the time you were in camp. You didn’t mind it all. You met him purely by accident, being far more interested at the drawings he made at the bench that was behind the mess hall. Jason’s mother saw you, and the rest was history. You didn’t understand what was it with the others attending camp, but you made sure to protect him whenever you could from those bullies. You were pulled away from camp due to complications that you never knew. You honestly felt heartbroken when you found out what really happened.

—

Years passed.

No matter how long it had been, you couldn’t help but feel as if you failed Jason. 

You shed many tears for him once you found out. If only you weren’t sick on that day, you could have stopped those cruel kids from throwing him in.

Here you were, resting white chrysanthemums on the bridge, right by the spot where it happened. It was quiet, as you would have expected, really.

You were startled by the sight of a hulking man donning a hockey mask as he stared at you.

What you didn’t expect was him dropping to his knees as if he didn’t want to intimidate you.

• Michael Myers

  • ’78/OG

OG clung onto you similarly to a cat with a toy trapped in its jaws, unwilling to let go. His possessiveness over you was as prominent as it could possibly appear, making sure that he scared away the boys and girls who shyly came up to you in an attempt to play. You were his only playmate, never to play with another unless you wanted to betray him. That fact remained prevalent even after the incident on Halloween, due to your aura seeming unwelcoming to others ever since that day onwards.

—

You watched the news, overwhelmed with emotion as you read the headline over and over.

MICHAEL AUDREY MYERS: ‘EVIL INCARNATE’ PATIENT BREAKS OUT FROM SMITH’S GROVE SANATORIUM AFTER DECADE-LONG DORMANCY

“After all this time, you decide on escaping now.” You murmured, checking the calender. You sighed quietly at the coincidence. You felt a presence behind you a good few feet away, feeling eyes on your back. Having known Michael for as long as you did, a small smile now formed on your face.

“How fitting for you. Welcome home, Michael.” You whispered, turning around to face your friend after so long.

  • RZ

RZ didn’t expect to make friends, seeing how it was his family that had him endure terrible treatment at school. He was surprised that you became someone who he felt protective over, being sure to keep an ear out for anybody who dare speak ill of you. While his size was puny in comparison to the other boys at school, he sure knew how to torment someone. RZ often pulled mean pranks, even going far to put his hobby of photography into the mix of the student’s bags. He even made sure to get the most gruesome shots to creep them out further. They stopped after a while, and he was never really caught per say… until that fateful night of Halloween, of course.

—

You didn’t know if it was purely by luck, but Michael found you as he basked in the aftermath of his murder spree. You were heading home, feeling eyes on you. You shivered, assuming it was due to a heightened paranoia ever since Michael had been taken away to the sanatorium.

You returned home, placing your keys on the side table. It was once you heard the back door creak open did you whip your head in its direction. Before you stood a man in a boiler suit who donned a white rubber mask. You remembered it all too well, knowing how it was one of a kind.

One thing that you knew especially was that mask your Michael wore on that Halloween night.

“Michael..” You muttered, his hand grabbed at his mask. He removed it, unveiling the long hair that he hid under it, further proving your statement. He stepped forward, his hand out for you to take.

• Thomas Hewitt

You were extremely close with the Hewitts, despite your parents warning you that it wasn’t for the best to form attachments; especially with people and places that aren’t permanent. You went ahead and did it anyway, being friends with Thomas Hewitt. He was the youngest of the Hewitt family and you learnt that he was really skillful with his hands in sewing. When you left you given Luda Mae your number for him to take. In exchange, he gave you a handmade handkerchief as his own version of goodbye to you right before you left, which made you cry on the spot. You kept in touch with him regularly as you moved, your relationship with him remaining as close as ever despite the distance.

—

“Guess what, Tommy!” You said, holding the phone closer to your ear as you felt your excitement course through you.

A grunt of curiosity escaped him, allowing you to elaborate on your words. He was in his bedroom, his head tilted to the right to avoid holding the phone as he sewed.

“I’m passing through Texas for something. Do you know what it means, Tom?” You asked giddily, your voice airy and light—indicating your elation. Thomas perked up at that, a few chuffs from him as if he wasn’t sure about it entirely, but a good feeling began to form. 

“I’m going to meet—no, I’ll be meeting you soon!” You answered, unable to keep it quiet any longer.

Thomas paused on his sewing, making sure he heard that right.

“We’re finally going to be able to catch up face to face after—how long has it been? Ah, it’s been so long…” You sighed as you moved on to ramble what you could do.

With that confirmation, Thomas reacted with his foot thumping against the wooden flooring excitedly.

Sure, Hoyt was annoyed, but Thomas couldn’t care in that moment.

Notice anything different with the blog?

Asks are open! :D Please refer to my pinned post before making an ask, thank you!

Thank you again for reading this, please reblog!!

I hope you enjoyed this post, have a wonderful day/night!! (:

[im-his-druidess]

Can you do a Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface

His reaction to one of his victims getting to the reader and trying to 'save them' from him?

Your writing skills are amazing BTW and the last one I asked for IS AMAZING

Thank you so much! ❤️

Thomas would be infuriated at the turn of events.

He takes his job protecting the family seriously and to have someone slip away from him and try to steal you away makes him see red.

It would also cause him to panic.

The thought of someone stealing you away, because that's exactly what he thinks of it as, and never seeing you again makes him nearly want to weep.

So he has a lot of intense emotions rolling through him during this and even his family would have trouble reining him in.

The victim wouldn't make it far with you. Probably not even leaving the property before Thomas is on him.

Of course you can only stand there in shock as screams and the revving of a chainsaw fills the night. Red mist coating your body and soaking your clothes as Thomas brutalizes the victim.

Even after they are dead, body so badly ruined that they can't even salvage the meat, he is wild. His dark emotions plus the adrenaline making him a force to be reckoned with.

It's up to you to calm him down.

Even if you are still a victim yourself, or have succumbed to Stockholm Syndrome, it's in everyone's best interest for the big man to be calmed as soon as possible least he attack someone else.

After the incident be fully prepared to be locked away in his room nearly 24/7. He won't make the same mistake twice.

[lexi0widow]

could i please get thomas hewitt with an girlfriend who just loves how protective he his of her? like, shes over here like "Yeah, my boyfriend just killed two guys for touching my ass? thats so romantic :D" literally head over heels for his protective side.

SORRY THIS IS SO LATE MY LOVELY

also i love this request-

THOMAS HEWITT x READER

He is super protective of you

If you want anyone killed you just let him know

He’ll come back with a bag that looks suspiciously like a body later that day

If you like his protectiveness tho?

Oh you better be ready cos you will not be leaving his side

Like ever

If anyone laid their hands on you ever theyre gone

Thats obviously if anyone was to inappropriately touch you without consent

Not if like one of yoyr friends gave you a hug

ANYWAY

Im getting off topic

He has a big ass chainsaw and is not afraid to use it

He thinks you are the most precious in the world and will do anything he can to protect you

Meanwhile you’re just stood behind him cheering him on

*aggressive chainsawing*

‘WOO GO TOMMY!’

He will give you the biggest hug

He loves that you support his violence 🫶🏻

<3

[z0mibite]

short little tommy oneshot, small warning of s/a, not graphicly depicted by there's two mentions. typical tcm warnings, death, blood, murder, ect. soft tommy, probably ooc.

You should be disgusted.

You should feel terrified.

And you did, to be fair. But not nearly as much as you should.

Not when that giant had brutalized those bikers who attempted to assault you, and not when he had treated you so gently. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't put up a fight, that instead of struggling to escape him, you reached up for him as a frightened child would. You had wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him tightly, rather than beating against him.

You were brought to the same dark, damp, moldy room as the bikers, but he didn't shove a meat hook through your shoulder, he sat you down on an unorganized workbench, sharp tools scattered around on top of it. In front of you was some type of chopping block. The wood was stained with a brownish color in a pooling shape, the sides dripping. Some of it was more red and fresher, and the smell of copper hung stagnant in your senses. It was so heavy you could nearly taste it, and the air being so humid and thick didn't help.

The bikers, they begged you.

They looked directly at you and cried for you to help them as the monster of a man poured gasoline into his chainsaw, the smell of diesel overpowering the smell of copper for the time being. The two men and one woman who had cornered you at that shop, tearing at your clothes until the ‘Sheriff’ stepped in. You simply stared, watched as the man revved the chainsaw and began dismembering them one by one.

By the time he'd finished, he was covered in blood, and he wasn't the only one. You couldn't see his face well, but you heard his breath hitch slightly as he saw how much of a mess he had made on you. He walked to the sink, grabbed a rag you doubted was clean before wetting it, and began wiping the crimson off you. The only sounds you could hear was his breathing, and the drips you could only decipher due to the difference in how heavy they sounded.

Your eyes met his as he gently rubbed the blood off your cheek, his hands holding your jaw still despite you making no attempt to move. He paused his movements to wipe his thumbs under your eyes, the tears that threatened to spill finally falling as he pushed them out. He tilted his head curiously before moving one hand to the back of your head, the other holding your back as he pulled you into his chest. The hug was inexperienced and awkward, but comforting nonetheless. His body heat enveloped you, and somehow, even after watching every moment of his brutal acts, your muscles relaxed, and the tension in your body slowly left with a long exhale.

[sisforslashers]

First Time With The Slashers

Synopsis - Your first time with the slashers.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 5.3k.

[Caffeinate Me]

BUBBA SAWYER didn’t really understand what sex was. His sex education had been extremely limited and all he knew was that sex equaled a baby. The man hadn’t even had an erection in his waking life, so when he saw you showering and felt his cock harden and twitch through his trousers, he was very confused. What he did know though, was that he needed to relieve the pressure. He stood still, watching you through the crack in the doorway as he began to palm himself through his trousers. He couldn’t help the soft little whines that escaped his lips and had alerted you to his presence. “Bubba? Is that you?” You asked. Your voice had always been so angelic to Bubba, he almost came straight away. You wrapped the towel around your dripping wet body and opened the bathroom door, coming face-to-face with the giant. “Bubba?” You asked again, catching his attention and looking at his current position: his palm was still over his crotch area as his face, that was not hidden by his mask, flared bright red. He might not know much about sex, but he had a feeling that what he was doing was wrong. He whined again as he continued to move his palm over his erection forcing you to smirk at him. “Do you need some help Bubba?” You asked softly, motioning down to his cock. He tilted his head at you, showing his confusion. You smiled to yourself and grabbed his freehand, dragging him to your small bedroom at the end of the corridor. Bubba allowed you to lead him as thoughts filled his head: what were you doing? Were you not mad at him for peeping on you? Why were you taking him to your room? You shut the door behind him and slowly removed your towel from your body, watching intently for Bubba’s reaction. His eyes widened as he saw your tits come into view, his erection growing harder if that was even possible. He continued to palm his bulge and the softest whimpers fell from his lips.

You stepped out of the towel that had pooled at your feet and walked slowly over to Bubba, stopping just a few inches away from him. You dropped to your knees almost immediately, looking up at Bubba through strands of wet hair as you unbuckled his belt slowly. Bubba shifted uncomfortably as you moved his hand away from his cock and pulled his pants and boxers down. You looked down at his length to see how huge and thick it was before looking back up at him to look for any signs that he didn’t want this. When you saw the anticipation in his eyes, you slowly wrapped your mouth around his length. Despite how big his cock was, you were able to wrap your lips around his entire shaft, nose buried deep within the curls at the base. You flicked your tongue around the tip and up the slit earning a shiver from Bubba above you. As you began to suck methodically, Bubba’s hands found their way into your hair and he slowly began to thrust his hips into your face. Choked moans were slipping from his lips as you continued your movements around his cock, a dull ache in your jaw as you continued to suck wildly. You could feel his balls tighten as you swirled your tongue around his tip again and began to move away, not wanting him to cum just yet. 

“Did you like that, Bubba?” You asked lowly. He nodded in response, biting his bottom lip eagerly as you took his hand once more and led him to the bed. You pushed him down onto the bed softly so he lay on his back, pants still around his ankles. Without any warning, you climbed on top of him slicking your folds against his large thigh as you did. A soft whimper escaped from your lips at the contact and you could feel yourself getting more and more turned on by the second. Your folds were practically glistening as you began to rub the swollen, red head of his cock against your slit. Bubba let out another loud moan, his body practically shaking with anticipation. You lined the head of his cock up against your entrance and slowly sunk down inch by delicious inch. Bubba’s hands immediately gripped your waist desperately, holding you steady as you descended onto his length. His hands didn’t stay there for long, however, as his large hands came up to cup your tits as you slowly began to bounce. His cock was hitting that place inside of you that lit your body up like a firework and you could feel the coil tightening in your stomach already. “Oh Bubba,” you moaned, throwing your head back. You moved your hips tantalisingly and Bubba couldn’t help but stare at the way your breasts bounced as you moved. He was drooling unapologetically, biting his bottom lip so hard you were worried he was going to draw blood. “You’re so big, you know that? So fucking big,” you whimpered. You wanted to do nothing more than praise him, to let him know that he was making you feel good. 

Bubba let out a grunt in response, his hips jolting up as you continued to move. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as you continued to praise him. Your hands that lay flat on his chest as you steadied yourself turned into fists in his shirt as you felt your release near. Hushed moans left your lips as you continued to bounce, eyes rolling back into your head. “Bubba! I’m cumming!” You cried out, legs beginning to shake as your orgasm washed over you. You squirted over Bubba, his eyes widening as the clear liquid gushed out of you and almost immediately - as he felt your walls tighten around his cock - he let out a wail, his hips stuttering as cum spurted out his tip deep inside of you. His grip on your tits tightened enough to leave finger-tip bruise marks in the coming hours, but you didn’t care as you continued to roll your hips drawing out every last bit of cum from his cock as you could. When you were sure his orgasm was over, you rolled off of Bubba and lay flat on your back, staring up at the ceiling. You knew that the family would have heard your antics and knew that tomorrow you would be in for a lecture from Luda Mae but you just wanted to savour the moment. You looked at Bubba and smiled softly, your eyes glistening with tears from the post-orgasm bliss. “Are you okay Bubba?” You asked. He looked at you and nodded in reply, continuing to stare at you. “We should do that again at some point, don’t you think?” Another nod. “I think you’re really sweet Bubba,” you said and with that, you closed your eyes and drifted off into a deep sleep. Bubba watched you sleeping, his heart pounding in his chest as his mind replayed what just happened before he felt his own eyes getting heavy, wrapping his arms around your body and pulling you close to him. It wasn’t long before he fell to sleep, dreaming of nothing but your body underneath him, and boy would he surprise you in the morning.

MICHAEL MYERS wasn’t one for sex, or even masturbating, until he met you. He got hard sometimes, mainly after waking up, but never took care of it. It never really became a problem, until he met you. The morning after your first nightly stay over at the empty Myers home, you had woken up to feel Michael’s raging erection pressed firmly against your arse. He stirred as you woke up, thrusting his hips lightly against yours to gain some friction. You smiled to yourself as he continuously moved his hips, digging himself further into you. You decided to slowly turn around to face him. Michaels mask was still on despite him sleeping. You sunk down to his crotch and began to unbutton his overalls, being extra careful not to wake him up just yet. You pulled his cock out of his underwear and saw that he was already leaking pre-cum at the tip, causing you to lick your lips in excitement. You slowly lowered your mouth onto him, and with that Michael shot up. His hands made their way to your hair as he tried to drag you off of him, confusion lacing his face under his mask as he watched you take his length further into your mouth. You shook your head and pulled off of him for a second, “relax Michael, it’ll feel good, I promise.” Michael’s grip on your hair loosened as you popped your lips around his cock once more. He let out a groan as your tongue sweeped his tip and his grip on your hair tightened once more. You stayed like that for another minute, sucking on his cock before Michael moved you up to his mask by your hair. “Ow Michael,” you whimpered and attempted to grab the hands wrapped around your strands of hair. Michael let go and shifted his weight so he was on top of you now, pulling down your shorts and underwear in one fell swoop. His cock twitched at the sight of you spread out before him, ready to be taken. Michael had never thought he would end up in this situation, but it excited him nonetheless. He slicked his tip up against your sopping folds and shuddered at the feeling of your warmth before sinking himself into you. You let out a loud moan as he fully sheathed himself inside of you. Michael wasted no time and began his movements immediately, not giving you time to adjust to his length. His thrusts were sloppy and it was clear that this was his first time, not that you cared. His cock was stretching you so deliciously that you could barely think about anything but the dick that was currently inside your tight cunt. 

You could hear Michael’s shaky breaths from beneath his mask with each thrust and it only made you whimper even more. Your arms wrapped around his neck and legs around his waist as he continued his brutal movements. One of his hands flew up to your neck, squeezing it lightly. He was being extremely careful not to hurt you in this moment, no matter how much he wanted too. He wanted to choke you until you were passed out, but he wanted to keep hearing the noises that fell from your lips. It was such a sweet symphony. “Michael,” you choked slightly, tears welling in the corner of your eyes from the intense pleasure you were feeling. “Am so fucking close Michael, please,” you cried out. You dropped a hand from around his neck and began to circle your clit desperately, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you played with your sensitive bundle of nerves. It was then that Michael’s grip around your throat tightened as your walls contracted around him and even though he was unsure of what was happening, he continued his relentless thrusts. Before you could even choke out that you were cumming, you came and hard around Michael’s cock. Your walls fluttered around him and you gushed harder than you ever had before. Michael looked down to see his overalls covered in your juices and tilted his head in confusion, but again, his movements didn’t falter. He was close to his own release and you knew it from how his cock was twitching inside of you. “It’s okay Michael, it’s okay,” you whispered to him, tears now falling from your eyes. He was beginning to overstimulate you now. His second hand flew to your throat so he was choking you with both hands now, barely keeping himself up as he thrusted inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and you felt a second release nearing, whimpers shamelessly falling from your lips. “I’m going to cum again Michael, come with me, please!” You begged. 

Michael nodded slightly as his movements sped up, which you didn’t even think was possible. He was fucking you with everything he had now. Within a few more moments, the two of you were cumming together. Your vision spotted as Michael painted your insides with his seed, his hips stuttering and jolting as you felt him shoot his load deep inside of you. And then, his hands removed from your throat and he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily. “Michael, you’re crushing me,” you chuckled, tapping his shoulder. Michael nodded and rolled off of you. You had no doubt he was sweating underneath his mask from your activities. You stood up and grabbed your underwear and shorts from the floor before turning to your lover. “You should shower Michael. I’ll make myself something to eat while you do.” Michael nodded and watched as you left the room and made your way to the kitchen to make yourself some food. You smiled to yourself as you went about your day and Michael continued to think about the way your face contorted into one of pleasure as he fucked you. When he came home from his nightly killings, he would be sure to give you another good seeing too.

COREY CUNNINGHAM was depraved when it came to you. Out of everyone, Corey is the most knowledgeable about sex although he had never had it before. He was a frequent masturbator though. Stroking his cock every night to lewd thoughts of you; your voice, your face, your body. He would pump his cock to pictures you had posted on social media, admiring your eyes and lips whilst wondering how you would look underneath him, completely fucked out. So one day, when Corey’s family weren’t home, he wasted no time in texting you and ordering you to drop whatever it was you were doing to come and see him. Within fifteen minutes you were at his door, knocking politely. Almost immediately Corey was on top of you, pulling you into his home and pressing your back firmly against the door. His lips kissed yours passionately, hands roaming your body and grabbing at your tits. “Corey,” you whimpered. “Where has this come from?” You asked. 

“Sick of masturbating,” he groaned, pulling away from your lips to stare into your eyes. “Need to have you.” His voice held so much desperation that you didn’t even think about any of the consequences that came with having sex for the first time.

Corey’s hand dropped to yours and he dragged you up the stairs to his bedroom. Of course, you had been in his bedroom countless times. You would cuddle in his bed and watch television, you had even stayed over a handful of times (without his family’s knowledge). The second you stepped foot into his room, Corey had you pushed against the wall. His lips were attached to your neck, sucking at the soft flesh that separated him from your jugular vein. You let out a soft noise, one that was comparable to a whimper as his hands continued to roam your body. His need became your need, and soon you were pushing him off you to remove your shirt, throwing it across the room to find later. Corey’s eyes widened as he saw your bra-covered breasts and immediately began to grope them, pulling  your bra down in the process to pinch your nipples. He attached his lips to your neck once more, trailing down to your breasts. He was leaving love bites in his wake, ones that you knew would become purple and bruised. His lips wrapped around your right nipple as his hand played with your left, tweaking at your now puckered nipples. “Corey,” you whimpered, throwing your head back to rest against the door. 

He grinned against your breast before pulling away and looking up at you. His brown curly hair covered his eyes slightly but you could still see them and see the desire that burned in them. “Feel good baby?” He asked softly, tongue darting around your bud. You were unable to speak and just nodded in response, hands flying to his hair to push his face back against your tit. Corey chuckled and continued his assault on your nipple before turning his attention to the left one. When he was satisfied that your tits had had enough attention, he pulled you slowly to his bed, falling backwards and pulling you on top of him. You squealed softly and began to laugh before kissing him slowly. “I need you so badly,” he whispered, biting your bottom lip seductively. 

“I need you too,” you whispered breathlessly. 

Corey smiled and gripped your hips tightly as he stared into your eyes. “Do you want me?” He whispered softly. You nodded, but he shook his head and sighed. “I need to hear you say it.” 

“I want you, Corey,” you whispered softly, embarrassment evident in your voice. 

“Good girl,” he whispered back. He flipped you over so you were now underneath him, licking his lips as watched your expression change to one of surprise. He tugged your trousers down and grinned at your lace underwear. “Were you expecting this?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. You didn’t reply, instead you just nodded shyly and watched as Corey kissed down your chest and to the start of your underwear. He stopped and looked up at you, looking for signs of hesitation. When he found none, he slowly pulled your panties down exposing your cunt to the cool air of his bedroom. You squirmed lightly underneath Corey’s gaze as his fingers trailed down your wet slit. You jumped at the sudden contact but before you could protest, he slipped a finger inside of your tight hole. You let out a gasp of surprise that quickly turned into a moan as his finger began to move inside of you slowly. He added a second finger quickly and watched as you bit your bottom lip to suppress your whimpers. “Let it out baby, no one can hear us.” You nodded and let out a loud moan as Corey curled his fingers inside of you. “Got to get you ready for me baby,” he whispered. You nodded in agreement and gripped the sheets as he continued to plough his fingers into you at a rapid pace. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Corey’s gaze lingered on your cunt, admiring how you sucked in his fingers. “God baby, your pussy is so greedy.” 

You whimpered in response, squirming lightly as his fingers continued to move inside of you. Your hips moved automatically, almost as if you were riding his fingers, desperate to get yourself off. You felt your orgasm coming close and you attempted to close your legs. “Corey, no. Stop. I’m going to cum!” 

“Cum for me baby,” he growled, speeding his fingers movements up. You nodded and immediately came over his fingers with a shameless moan. Corey’s eyes seemingly sparkled as he watched you, biting his bottom lip as he felt your cunt clench around his two fingers. When you had finished cumming, Corey pulled out his fingers with a pop and licked them seductively whilst maintaining eye contact. You screwed your eyes shut tight to avoid any further embarrassment, but Corey grasped your chin forcing you to open your eyes open. “Look at me, princess.” 

You nodded and looked directly into Corey’s eyes as he shimmied his pants and underwear down. His cock was huge and his tip was bright red, it looked hot to the touch. “Let me repay the favour,” you whispered softly, looking down at his crotch area. 

Corey shook his head. “No princess. Perhaps another time, right now I want to be inside of you.” 

You nodded in response and lay back on the bed, waiting for Corey to make his next move. He climbed on top of you and smiled down at you, slicking his cock up between your folds as he lubricated himself with your juices. You were about to whine in response when suddenly he shoved himself inside of you without warning. You let out a screech as he penetrated your walls, now balls deep inside of you. “Give me a second Corey,” you whimpered out, nails digging into his shoulders as you adjusted to his length. He nodded in response and gave you a few seconds before moving slowly. At first, his pace was methodical and slow, hitting that spot deep inside you that had you clenching around him. Corey’s mouth hung open as he began to fuck you harder and faster, a bit of drool collecting at the side of his mouth. Your pussy felt so good around him, he couldn’t help himself. You were a whining mess as he continued his movements, desperate to feel more of him. “Faster please,” you whispered, biting your bottom lip. Corey nodded and complied, his pace becoming rougher and less calculated. The moans tumbled past your lips, and your legs wrapped around his waist, angling himself deeper into you and hitting just the right spot. “Oh God. I’m cumming again,” you cried out, legs shaking violently as you came over his cock. 

“Good girl,” Corey whispered into your ear, his face dipping to your neck and peppering it with soft, feather-like kisses. “Gonna cum too baby. Where do you want it?” 

“Inside, please!” You begged shamelessly. 

Corey nodded slightly and without any hesitation or thoughts about the consequences, he came inside of you with jagged thrusts. You whimpered as you felt him shoot inside of you and relaxed when he had finished. “That was incredible,” Corey whispered to you, pulling out of you and pressing a soft kiss on your temple. “Better than anything I’ve imagined.” 

You smiled softly at him and nodded, “I agree.” 

“Do you want to stay the night? My family won’t be back until the evening tomorrow,” Corey asked sheepishly, almost as if he hadn’t just fucked the life out of you. You nodded and chuckled at his nervousness, easing him slightly. His eyes turned slightly dark as you nodded and he whispered in your ear “you’re in for a long night.” You gulped and blushed at his words, realising what he meant. He’d be having you screaming his name again and again if he had anything to say about it.

JASON VOORHEES knew nothing about sex other than it was bad, or so, that’s what his mother had taught him. Jason had never experienced an erection or thought about anything sexual in all his life, so when he met you his life was turned upside down. For a few months, you respected his boundaries of no sex. You masturbated to yourself when he was out of the cabin, thinking of all the things you would do to him if he’d just let you. Then, as time moved on, you got more and more daring. You would masturbate in the bathroom or your shared bedroom when he was home, just hoping he’d hear you and sort you out. Alas, it never came. Instead you were barely reaching an orgasm due to your fingers being unable to reach that special place and left confused as to why Jason didn’t want you until one day you just couldn’t stand it anymore. You puffed up your chest and walked into the kitchen where Jason was standing, sharpening his machete. “Why don’t you want me Jason?” You asked loudly, almost confidently. Jason’s head flew in your direction and he cocked it to the side as if asking you what you meant. You wiped some tears away from your eyes. Seeing you so emotion definitely did something to Jason as he dropped his machete straight to the floor and rushed over to you, holding you in his arms tightly. 

What do you mean? What’s wrong? He signed. 

“Why won’t you have sex with me? It’s been months and nothing. You won’t even touch me,” you whispered, looking down at the floor. Jason tilted his head further to the side, his heart clenching in his chest. Truth be told, he hadn’t even thought about how he would initiate a further intimate relationship with you. This was all new to him. You sighed and slumped against his chest, letting the tears fall down your cheeks. “Am I not sexy enough for you? Is that it?” You asked. You knew in your heart that that wasn’t the reason, but you still had to ask. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t pressure you and I don’t mean too… I just, I want to know why.” Jason looked at you through his hockey mask. He admired your current saddened facial expression and lifted a giant hand up to your face, using his thumb to wipe your tears before signing back to you. 

I have never thought about sex. I am unsure how to initiate such a situation regardless of whether I want it or not. 

You felt your heart tighten. Was he really as clueless as you thought he was when it came to making love? It appeared so. You smiled at him softly, ignoring the remaining tears that stained your cheeks. “If you want to try it, it would make my day,” you whispered softly. 

You really want to have sex? With me? He signed. You only nodded in response, grabbing his hand and leading him to your shared bedroom inside the cabin. Jason followed apprehensively and watched you intensely as you shut the door behind him. You closed the open windows of your bedroom so passers-by wouldn’t hear you before slowly stripping off. Jason was about to sign something to you when his eyes suddenly trailed down to your breasts, almost popping out of his skull. Sure he had seen breasts before, but none of them stirred a feeling inside of him like what he was feeling now. He felt his cock twitch in his trousers as your hand grazed your tits, pulling at your perky nipples. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Jason’s reaction, his body stiffening as his eyes remained focused. 

“Do you like what you see Jason?” You whispered seductively, hands trailing down your body and resting between your legs. Jason nodded as your finger circled your clit slowly, eyes never leaving his form. You let out a soft whimper as the first jolt of electricity shot up your body. “Do you want me baby?” You whispered, fingers working expertly on your bundle of nerves. Jason hesitated but eventually nodded. You walked up to him, still circling your clit and placed your free hand on his chest. Jason gulped and placed his hand on top of yours as his eyes narrowed to between your legs. You smiled gently at him and moved your hand from your clit to his, guiding him to your folds slowly. Jason was still apprehensive as his fingers touched your heat, skimming across your slit. He winced as you guided him to your clit but began to move his fingers in slow motions around your bud. You let out a whimper, one that Jason had never heard come from anybody’s lips. It did something to him. Something awoke in him so primal, he never even expected it. Jason pushed you flat against the door, his eyes boring into your own. “Jason!” You called out in surprise. He, once again, tilted his head to the side and smiled to himself slightly underneath the hockey mask. You grinned as he plunged a meaty finger deep into your core, slowly moving it in and out and blissfully watching your reactions. You squirmed lightly in pleasure as Jason’s finger sped up its pace, hand bumping against you as he did. You called out his name again, silently begging for an extra finger to be added. As if able to read your mind, Jason inserted a second finger stretching you. You could see the outline of his cock through his pants and it was huge. You had the cliche thought of if it would even fit inside your tight tiny hole. Sensing your uncertainty, Jason used his free hand to cup your chin, forcing you to look into the eye holes of his mask. You bit your bottom lip and moaned as he withdrew his fingers from your cunt and manhandled you to the bed, effortlessly throwing you onto it. 

You looked up at him in surprise and watched as he unbuckled his belt quickly, almost as if he was eager to take you. You smiled at him as he pulled his cock out of his underwear. “Jason,” you gasped, mouth watering. “You’re so big Jason.” Jason seemed proud of himself as he grabbed your hand and guided you to his cock. You wrapped your hand around him and began to fist him slowly. He let out a soft little noise and looked down to watch you jerk him off. Biting your bottom lip again, you quickened your pace watching the giant fall apart above you. When you pulled away, Jason whined. “Don’t want you cumming just yet baby,” you whispered softly to him. 

He shrugged and positioned himself on top of you, lining his cock up with your entrance. Without warning, he slowly inched himself in and watched as your face contorted with pleasure at the sudden stretch. Not even his large fingers could prepare you for his cock. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as he began his movements, slow and careful. You could tell he was concentrating on his movements from the way his mask furrowed. Jason’s hands were on either side of your head as he propped himself up, thrusting into you slowly. Your hands gripped the sheets below you as the force of his thrusts had you bouncing away from him. “Oh God Jason,” you whimpered. You scrunched your eyes shut as you let yourself succumb to the bliss you were feeling. Jason let out a grunt as his hips snapped against yours, his pace quickening with his newfound confidence. Your reactions were sending a jolt through his body and the feeling of your walls around his cock was too much. You felt his cock twitch inside of you and you knew that he was going to cum soon, but you wanted to cum too. You dropped a hand to your clit and desperately began to circle. It wasn’t long before you felt the coil in your stomach tighten… You were going to cum. You continued your movements as Jason continued to smash into you at an unruly pace and suddenly your legs began to shake. “Jason. I’m cumming!” You cried out. Without another word you gushed over his stomach and thighs, Jason’s eyes widened as he watched the fluid drip from you. The sight of your orgasm and the fluttering of your cunt around him sent Jason into a frenzy and before he even knew what was happening, he was cumming himself, shooting his thick load into your womb. He collapsed on top of you, squishing you slightly until you tapped his shoulder alerting him that you were finding it difficult to breathe. Almost immediately he rolled off of you, laying on his side as he watched his cum leak out of you. You were breathing heavily, catching your breath as your vision came back. Following Jason’s gaze between your legs, you chuckled. “You filled me up really good baby,” you cooed, playing with his shoulder. He seemed proud of himself as he puffed out his chest. “I’m going to go for a nap,” you whispered softly. Jason nodded in response, watching as you closed your eyes. Soon enough, you nodded off and Jason was left alone with his thoughts. He felt dirty, but he wanted to do it again. He felt his cock hardening once more as you turned away from him, your ass clearly visible to him. He wondered if you could go again. Should he wake you up or wait? Either way, you were going to get his cock when you woke up. 

[zapreportsblog]

❝leave him alone❞

✭ pairing : thomas hewitt x reader

✭ fandom : texas chainsaw massacre

✭ summary : (y/n) and a few friends are backroading through Texas and stop at a gas station for gas where (y/n) sees a young man being bullied, well she isn’t one to stand by

✭ authors note : you may have seen some photos of him unmasked but if you haven’t Thomas doesn’t have a nose, he continuity suffers from a facial disfigurement and a skin disease that eats away most of his nose. Due to this disfigurement, his muteness and mental retardation (carried over from the first series), Hewitt is bullied as a child.

✭ slasher masterlist

As (y/n) and her friends ventured through the Texas countryside, the thrill of backroading filling the air, they eventually pulled into a quiet gas station. The sun was setting, casting a warm and golden hue across the landscape.

As they parked, (y/n) couldn't help but notice a scene that caught her attention. A young man, Thomas Hewitt, sat in the driver's seat of a car, his head down, his demeanor downcast. A group of local teens stood near the car, laughing and taunting him.

A sense of injustice flared within (y/n), and without a second thought, she made her way over to where the teens were harassing Thomas. With a firm tone and an unwavering gaze, she interrupted their cruel taunts. "Hey, cut it out. Leave him alone."

The teens exchanged surprised glances, clearly taken aback by her assertiveness. They begrudgingly backed off and dispersed, their laughter fading into the background. (y/n) turned her attention to Thomas, her expression one of genuine concern.

"Are you okay?" she asked, her voice kind and understanding.

Thomas lifted his gaze to meet hers, his expression a mix of surprise and gratitude. Despite his inability to speak due to his mute condition, he appreciated her intervention more than words could express. He nodded, his eyes avoiding direct contact as a blush tinged his cheeks.

(y/n) smiled at him, unperturbed by his appearance. His disfigurement and the skin disease he struggled with didn't faze her; she saw beyond the surface and treated him with the respect and kindness he deserved.

"Don't let their comments get to you," she said gently, her tone reassuring. "You're stronger than that. And honestly, I think you look handsome."

Thomas's blush deepened, his heart hammering in his chest. He couldn't believe that someone would find him attractive despite his condition. He tried to respond, making noises and using hand gestures to communicate his gratitude, but he found it challenging.

(y/n) smiled warmly, understanding his struggle. "It's okay, no need to say anything. Just know that you're not alone, and there are people out here who see you for who you are."

Thomas's eyes met hers again, a mixture of emotions swirling within them. Gratitude, relief, and a newfound sense of hope blossomed in his heart. He might not be able to speak, but his appreciation for her actions and kind words transcended language.

As (y/n) rejoined her friends, Thomas watched her with a mix of admiration and amazement. Her act of kindness had touched him deeply, and he felt a connection he had never experienced before. And as he drove away from the gas station, he couldn't help but smile, grateful for the unexpected encounter that had brightened his day.

As the car pulled away from the gas station, the sound of the engine and the fading scenery slowly became the backdrop to Thomas's thoughts. He replayed the brief encounter with (y/n) in his mind, a mixture of emotions swirling within him.

A little while later, the door to the gas station opened again, and Thomas's brother entered the car, bringing with him a small bag of snacks. He settled into the driver's seat, casting a curious glance at Thomas.

"So, who was that girl you were talking to?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Thomas turned to his brother, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He gestured and signed with his hands, "She defended me. She told those guys to stop. She said I looked handsome."

His brother chuckled softly, raising an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? Is that so?"

Thomas nodded, his blush deepening as he remembered (y/n)'s words. He had never expected someone to be so kind to him, let alone call him handsome. It was a foreign and exhilarating feeling.

His brother's grin widened, and he gave Thomas a playful nudge with his elbow. "Seems like someone's got a crush."

Thomas playfully swatted at his brother's arm, a small smile breaking through his usually reserved demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a sense of lightness, a departure from the usual challenges he faced due to his condition.

While his brother drove, Thomas continued to think about (y/n), the mysterious and kind stranger who had brightened his day. He replayed her words and the way she had defended him, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

As the car continued down the road, Thomas couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter might have been more than just a passing moment. He had felt a genuine connection with (y/n), and he couldn't help but wonder if their paths might cross again in the future. And for the first time in a long while, he allowed himself to entertain the possibility of friendship and even something more.

[soupbabe]

Could I request the long haired slashers w a S/O that loves playing with their hair, washing it , tying it up and like coos about how handsome they are?

Long haired slashers: Vincent sinclair, Thomas hewitt, Nubbins sawyer and otis driftwood!

Playing with the Slashers' hair

Featuring: Nubbins Sawyer, Otis Driftwood, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair

I was close to putting Chop Top in this line up because I love his personality but I remembered you can't really braid 3 strands of hair 💀

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @rottent33th , @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Otis Driftwood

- While it can stroke his ego, I think it makes him embarrassed for the most part

- Not even the cute blushy kind of embarrassment, he kinda gets agitated and doesn't want you to be all on him until he calms down

- He doesn't like feeling as if he's getting soft, but your fingers feel so good in his hair

- Maybe he makes this a private only kind of thing, he can't risk the family seeing him like this

- Baby teases you both as is, if she walked in and saw you braiding his hair and cooing over how handsome he is, no one is making it out of his room alive

Nubbins Sawyer

- He loves it when you play with his hair !!

- Literally he can't stop laughing and sit still, that's how happy he is when you do it

- He has the shortest hair out of this group, but it's still so much fun to play with it

- Especially when you wash his hair, there's no doubt he's using the shampoo and conditioner as a way to have a mohawk

- I think showers and baths might be the only time you can catch him more relaxed, he melts like putty when you massage his scalp

Thomas Hewitt

- You are legally obligated to put dandelions in his hair

- It flatters him to no end when you lay him on your lap and you just surprise him with compliments!!

- He can't sign anything, he's too busy covering his face with his hands

- While washing his hair is less than glamorous- all the sweat, dirt, and blood build up isn't pretty, it makes him feel so loved

- He doesn't take good care of himself, so having you there with him feels like a blessing

Vincent Sinclair

- He's another one that doesn't have the best self care track record, he completely absorbs himself in his work

- Literally there are bits of wax stuck to his hair he needs a whole day off to take care of it

- But he is also very flattered by your actions, though he focusses a lot more on the act of you taking care of him rather than the confidence boosts

- If you let him, I think Vincent would want to return the favor and take care of your hair too

- Thinking about showering with Vincent, guiding him through your hair routine so he can help you unwind and savor the moment you have with him

[clarks-letterman]

prison for life | johnny slaughter x gn!reader

a/n — I don't really like this lol, butttttt the low amount of Johnny content constitutes that the worst fics must be posted for the quantity

summary — Johnny got into a fight over you at the bar you own, and you patch him up.

words — 1.9k

warnings — mentions of blood and Johnny getting more scars. language

~~~

Watching people trickle out of the bar and onto the gravel pathway leading to your bar was always a treat—wishing them a safe travel home and a safer time searching for their keys while they laughed at the jokes the regulars heard every night and the newcomers would eventually get sick of. It’s what the final few minutes of any establishment should strive for. You got to be a part of the community from behind the bar, towel slung over one shoulder and the stream of a bottle flying over the next with the help of your many acquired flashy tricks. The final drink would be made just for you, by yourself. What wasn’t fun was watching them leave with shock and awe painted on their faces, the women ogling the man that just clobbered another out cold. The men with their spouses left in a hurry, both in fear of what happened moments before and nervousness that Johnny would snake his arm around those he stared at all night; his intentions for staring? Unclear. The line at which he would go from another bar patron to your champion of contest was equally so. Closing time should be that, but here you were, serving your last patron with alcohol that didn’t go anywhere near his mouth. It was for a scar on his shoulder…and for the nosebleed…and for his de-rooted tooth…and for the scar on his face. You would definitely need another drink after this. 

Maybe two, just to see if Johnny was still alive. Still in the real world, if he was in it to begin with. His pain tolerance was uncomfortably high and he didn’t wince as much as you would in this situation. He proved it when he spoke, his voice low and gruff but still permeating through to the levity you were used to.

“Another scar to add to the collection.” He smirked, revealing the blood staining his teeth and wrinkling the blood that had dried on his skin just under his nose. 

He could fight pretty well, but everyone has a center of gravity and the guys from the city possessed the knowledge to know how to tip him over like cattle. But Johnny actually did tip cattle, he was the one getting his hands dirty almost every day. He was used to meatheads. So in a quick motion of left-hooks and failed dodges, Johnny had the man on the floor within seconds.

“And another tooth lost.” You said, swishing around the one that was sitting at the bottom of an empty drinking glass. It rattled and clinked against the inside of the glass like someone dunked the body of a savior—your savior—in a stoup. While it was covered and stained with blood from the root it had been separated from, you could see between the red striping over it to notice the yellow staining—a trademark of bad hygiene. At certain angles, there seemed to be a black spot that was insidiously drilling into his tooth to rot it from the inside. “At least the cavity’s gone.”

“I got more of ‘em, though. Plenty, like shark teeth.” His smirk stretched into a wide grin, flashing his teeth in your direction. The gap between his teeth would have led you to believe he was missing something much bigger, but it was probably just your own head struggling to recognize it as a new feature on his face. It wasn’t like his fresh cuts that would turn to scars and eventually fade, no. Every time he smiled, smoked a cigarette, or bared his teeth to threaten someone, there would always be something missing now. 

“I’ll count each row and if there aren’t fifty… Well, I know where one is. You want it?” Good thing there wasn’t anything missing in your relationship. He still bickered and didn’t lose his bite after the loss of one molar. 

“Nah, just chuck it.” He didn’t want it to be more trouble than it was worth. It was his DNA—not yet incriminating for the time but it would be harder to identify him based on dental records, for the little paper trail he had left behind.

While he didn’t want to take home the proof that he didn’t walk away from the fight unscathed, he still won the fight. You tried to remind him of that, “Hey, you get to tell your family about the other guy when you get home. I think they will be pretty happy to hear that you’re okay. Minus one tooth.”

He laughed. This would be the part where he’d usually take a drink between pauses during the many conversations you shared with him before, his hand cupping at the air in a reflex before lightly knocking against the wooden bar with a flat palm. Almost in defeat; it was the same hand he had successfully tipped a cow down with one punch. “Sure… they’ll be real worried.”

You set the glass down as he tried picking one up, moving over to the first aid kit that was open and ripped apart from the inside, unpacking all of the quick medicinal fixes it had to offer. Johnny had a few cuts and you rushed to get it when the fight turned serious. Now that it had de-escalated: the man still on the floor with glass shards surrounding him, Johnny returning to the seat he’d been occupying at the bar all night, it made you feel a little overreactive to the situation.

Rounding the bar, you filled the space atop the empty brown stool next to Johnny. He leaned in your direction, brandishing his wounded shoulder with ease thanks to his sleeveless black tank. There was one deep cut heading straight for his bursa in the middle of his shoulder and a few lighter ones surrounding it that would only need  to be cleaned and bandaged. The man didn’t speak and Johnny didn’t wince when you started patching him up. You were using vodka to treat his wounds, and a small glass of water to clean that after you wiped away the blood. The towel you usually had slung over your shoulder was now turning a deep red from its vibrant white, matted down with his blood. Lightly, you dabbed a little at his face, but he wouldn’t really turn to look in your direction. Once they were all clean, it was time to start on his dwelling laceration: you started on the right side and pierced the surface of his skin to lightly sew it back together. Johnny was a little squeamish to the feeling, but it started looking better towards the end. Too bad you couldn’t do the same for his tooth.

“Try not to move that arm so much or I’ll have to put another stitch in it.” You tried to get his mind onto something else and decided that being a pain in his ass would be better than letting his mind settle on the pain in his shoulder and face. You had two stitches or so left to do before you could tie off the thin thread. “C’mon, you can tell them about how you kicked that guy out!”

“He came at me with a glass after I asked him to leave. Not much of a story to tell.” Johnny sounded a bit unamused, like the work he did was conscientious to the liking of a law enforcer.

“That’s not how I remember it.” Johnny came up to the guy, commanding him to leave for the things he overheard. When he refused to leave, Johnny grabbed him by the arm with enough strength to lift him out of his seat. The man’s drink spilled out of his glass, and in an undefinable rage, he hit Johnny with the glass on his left shoulder—the same side as the arm he used to pull him away from his source of intoxication. You only caught wind of the last action, returning from the back office with a rack of clean drinking glasses that you let slip out of your grasp when you saw Johnny get hit. The noise caused him to turn to look at you, revealing the scar across his face from one of the shards of glass grazing his cheek from the impact on his shoulder to cut him up.

“Listen!” He snarled out, shooting up and pulling away from you. You just had to tie the knot at this point. “I woulda kept my cool but he—”

“I don’t pay you to keep your cool.” And you were right, he kind of just came in and occupied a seat in the bar. He would stare at people when they barked at you—his warm brown eyes hardening into dirt-colored pebbles and silica daggers, unseen but felt. Sometimes, these men would take it too far and he’d cause them to fall face-first into the dirt outside after a harsh eviction. What would Johnny do with this guy? You could probably drag him out of the place if you really tried, but Johnny could lift like he ate—big and hefty. 

“You don’t pay me nothin’” But he was right, too. He wasn’t the typical image of security. He wasn’t big enough to block doors, he didn’t sit at the entrance, and he sure as hell didn’t care to card people walking in. 

“Except in free drinks. Get a six-pack out of the cooler on your way out, you earned it. Just… don’t drink it ‘till you’re home?” There was a black refrigerator by the door with a glass panel taking up most of the hinged door in front of it. Of all the things to get broken in the fight, you wouldn’t expect a measly cup to go first.

Or for your heart to shatter, when Johnny asked with a little bit of surprise, “You worried about me?”

“About myself. I don’t have the strength or gall to take on the farmers around here.” You pulled on the string hanging from his shoulder, tying it into a knot. You decided in the brief moment between spoken words that Johnny would be fine without treating his face if it was only cleaned. “And you have to get that guy home—that’s your last job of the night. I’ll help you throw him into your pickup, yeah?”

“But he, he said things about you I didn’t like.” You turned to the first-aid kit, reaching in for the tiny pair of scissors to cut the extra thread. When you turned back, you spoke with intrigue.

“Like what?” 

“I don’t want to think about it. He might not make it home safe if I do.” Johnny smirked, his eyes wandering off into his own fantasy for a moment at the things he could do to the man on the floor. 

“Fine, I won’t pry.” You finished up stitching him, closing the book on the night’s chaos. Johnny got out of his stool, standing over the guy with both legs on either side of his unconscious body. He reached down and hoisted him up by the shoulders, being intentionally careless as he let his legs drag and hit against the table and chair legs on his way out. You got a six-pack for him—a Pearl beer, his favorite—and followed him out to his old Chevy. Johnny didn’t tear any of his stitchings when throwing the guy into the back of his truck, and the drunken bastard didn’t wake up to any of Johnny’s rough handlings. You said your goodbyes to him and wished the guy a safe and bumpy travel home, but he would never walk back into the bar again.

[loveandmurders]

Too cute to be killed III

Hello everyone! This is the third part of those headcanons about Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) finding you too adorable to kill you (gender neutral reader with no physical description). The part 1 is here and part 2 is here.

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

Warnings: Hoyt, pain, mentions of killings and cannibalism, angst.

It had been several nights you were sleeping in the same room as Thomas.

Actually, you were sleeping in the same big bed.

He would sleep, facing you and his back to the door to keep you safe.

He wouldn’t touch you at first, but you both would wake up with his arm wrapped around your midsection and you, cuddled up against his side.

And you would greet him everyday with a gentle “Hello teddy bear” which never failed to make him smile and feel all warm inside.

Even if he never removed his mask around you, it was clear he was becoming more and more comfortable with you as he was often pushing his luck for some sweet touches and cuddles with you.

Despite your precarious situation, and how you hated to be locked up in a house, you weren’t afraid of him.

Thomas was really trying his best to make things as smooth as possible for you.

He even had found a better place for you to stay. The house was in a better shape and hidden near the forest, so you were feeling quite safe.

The trees were also protecting you a little from the intense heat of Texas, which was nice.

Most of the traffic was linked to the meat factory where you were and Thomas was able to often check on you or bring you food or anything you might want.

It forced him to work later though because his time with you was making him late but he was happy for the first time in his life, so he didn’t mind at all.

Everyone around him had noticed he was in a much better mood, and Hoyt’s words didn’t seem to touch him anymore.

He would just shrug, daydreaming about you.

He had made it clear to the sheriff that you were his and that he was keeping you somewhere secret, and all to himself.

Luda Mae was happy for him, but Hoyt was very annoyed.

He didn’t like how Thomas seemed to adore you and to care about you.

You were taking his attention away from his family and Hoyt was worried of the consequences it could have on the meat factory, on the killings, on the future of the community.

At the same time, Thomas was still as efficient as usual.

Maybe even more, because he was finally sleeping well and you were making sure he was eating too and being taken care of.

Despite the situation, you were good for each other.

You just wished the sheriff wouldn’t try to kill you and that you could have a more normal relationship with Tommy.

Thomas didn’t mind having to keep you safe somewhere away from his family though. He hoped that that way they wouldn’t be able to ruin you.

But he was clearly underestimating Hoyt’s rage and hatred towards you.

You were cleaning around the house for it to look like a real home and not just a squat.

In your cleaning, you even found some old books you have never read before and other little things like that. It would keep you busy at least.

You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door being opened.

At first you thought it was Thomas, but you didn’t recognise his footsteps. They seemed lighter.

You grabbed a knife and turned around.

But Hoyt was already aiming at you with a nasty smirk across his face.

“Good mornin’ journalist” he greeted you and you shivered in fear.

“If you kill me, Thomas will be very upset” you warned him, hoping to scare him off with this hidden threat, but he only laughed.

“Ain’t givin’ a fuck about it. He should of killed you days ago” he replied.

“Why are you doing this?” you asked. If you were going to die, at least you wanted to know why.

“Because the meat factory always needs more meat” his smirk only widened and the evil glitter in his eyes only grew.

You frowned, you didn’t understand what that meant at all.

“What?”

He laughed and stepped closer to you. You moved back until your back was against the sink and you couldn’t do anything anymore.

Hoyt pressed his gun against your forehead and you shivered even more at the feel of the cold metal on your skin.

You didn’t dare to strike with your knife, afraid he would be faster.

“For a journalist, ya’re fuckin’ dumb, ya know that?” he teased “Where do ya think the bodies go hmm? Ya think Tommy’s a good boy, but ya should be terrified. Such a dumb bitch ya are” he continued and you were paralysed

“For someone who is planning on killing me, you’re talking a lot, you know that? Maybe you are the one afraid of Tommy”

Hoyt was a little taken aback at that, but his surprise soon turned into a violent rage and he hit your head with the cross of his gun.

You fell on the ground, half knocked out, and you let go of the knife.

Hoyt hit you in the stomach and you huddled up, trying to protect you as pain shot through you.

You didn’t scream though, you didn’t want to give him that pleasure.

He was about to hit you again, when the front door opened and closed again.

You had closed your eyes, certain Hoyt was going to kill you before Thomas could do anything about it.

But Hoyt froze at the infernal sound of a chainsaw being turned on.

“Com’on boy” you heard him say and you opened your eyes.

You looked up at Hoyt’s face and he didn’t seem angry or arrogant anymore. He was staring at Thomas with what seemed to be growing fear.

You couldn’t see Thomas’ face from where you were, but soon enough he was throwing himself at Hoyt and you could only guess he wasn’t very happy about the situation. 

If Hoyt hadn’t moved to the side, the chainsaw would have cut off his arm.

“Are ya crazy?” he screamed and Thomas only groaned.

His eyes were full of a rage you never saw in him before.

You slowly sat up to enjoy the show. It was quite satisfying to see Hoyt so afraid and trying to appease Thomas, in vain.

And because you were smart, you got up and placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder before he could kill Hoyt.

“Hey baby, please don’t kill him. He isn’t worth it” you said.

Thomas looked back at you, taken aback by the nickname.

It calmed him down right away and he turned back off his chainsaw. He let it fall on the ground as he fully turned to you.

He cupped your face and looked at the nasty blow you received. He groaned in anger again but you shushed him and moved closer to him.

“I’m fine, I’m fine” you promised.

Thomas hugged you, so relieved you were alright and you let yourself relax into his embrace.

Hoyt was trying his best to leave the room before Thomas could change his mind and finish the job.

You sent a look at the sheriff.

A look meaning “you own me one now”.

You stayed in Thomas’ arms for a little moment, cuddling against his powerful chest.

“You saved me again” you smiled and he hummed.

He did, but he wasn’t happy with the fact that Hoyt found you and had the time to hurt you.

“I think I need to lay down though” you murmured as you were still quite dizzy from the blow.

Thomas was quick to scoop you up and you let out a little sound of surprise before settling in his arms.

He carried you to your (shared) bedroom and placed you on the bed as gently as possible.

“Thank you, you should go back to work now. I’m sure Hoyt won’t come back so soon” you said and Thomas reluctantly agreed with you.

As soon as he left you and you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.

When you woke up again, Thomas was back in the house as you could hear soft sounds coming from the kitchen.

The kitchen.

The meat.

The meat factory.

The killing.

The meat.

They were killing people to eat them and to sell their meat to the region.

Meat you had eaten yourself.

You were feeling very sick now and you couldn’t get up.

This couldn’t be possible. 

Your Tommy couldn’t kill people and eat them.

But you also knew he was the kind of person to be so devoted to the people he loved, that he would do anything for them. 

Even the unforgivable.

He was ready to kill Hoyt for you though, and the thought both scared you and made you feel better.

As long as Thomas was on your side, you had nothing to fear but your morale was screaming at you to do something, and quickly. You couldn’t stay here, eating people too.

Alright, alright, you couldn’t freak out or Hoyt would be winning because it would give him a good excuse to kill you this time. It was probably why he tried to make you guess the truth earlier.

You were so screwed and you knew it. You needed to get out of this mess really quick but you didn’t know how.

And the idea of escaping from Tommy was breaking your heart quite a lot.

You didn’t want to admit it but you were slowly falling in love with him.

In your whole life, you had never met someone so gentle and caring with you.

Or someone who could make you feel so safe and adored.

In another situation, you wouldn’t have questioned yourself. You would have been certain he was your soul mate and you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.

But how could he be your soulmate when he was doing all those things?

When he opened the bedroom door to check on you, he frowned at your empty expression.

You were sitting on the bed now, staring in the void as you were trying to think of something.

You were growing desperate as you had no plan and you couldn’t form a good one. You were sure you were going to get killed now. And eaten. And not in the way you had first hoped when you had seen him for the first time.

He slowly moved closer to you until he could sit at the edge of the bed.

His hand reached for you and his touch had you come back to reality. Your eyes fell on his hand on top of yours, and you enjoyed the warmth of it.

He tenderly squeezed your hand, silently asking you what was wrong because he wanted to help and to make things alright for you.

You looked up at him with a sad smile on your lips.

“You’re cannibals” you said and panic instantly appeared in his eyes.

He had no idea what to do so he instinctively tugged you closer to him before cupping your face.

He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he would do anything for you to still want him around despite everything, how much he was sorry he couldn’t offer you anything better.

Somehow, you understood.

Maybe because you were indeed soulmates.

“I told you before, and I will say it again: you deserve better” you said and he was surprised.

“We should leave together away from this mess.” you added.

And that was your plan. The only one that seemed to lead to a happy ending for the two of you.

And he knew it.

PART IV

Taglist:

@feathery-ass

[ghostwoe]

thomas hewitt masterlist

** means nsfw content &. you are responsible for what you read, so minors please do not read / interact with any of my nsfw content.

COMING SOON !

[carolb111]

in thomas hewitt we trust 🙏

[angled-blade]

How the Slashers met you

Slashers; Billy Lenz, Bubba Sawyer, Ghostface (Billy Loomis + Stu Macher), Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers (OG + RZ), Thomas Hewitt

To be fair, you’d never have expected this to happen.

• Billy Lenz

So long as you are associated with the sorority—be it that you frequent their home or live in it, Billy would have already known all about you. He’s even started adding you as an additional detail to his calls, unnerving the girls even more the longer they were occupying the house.

~

“Shh! It’s the Moaner!” One of the sorority girls exclaimed, attempting to hush the bustling Christmas party. The chattering came to an abrupt pause, as multiple footsteps neared the rotary phone that sat atop the table. His voice rang through, surprising them with the new addition animosity. The disembodied voice began chanting your name, similar to a mantra before crudely cackling once more. Barb steps in, feeling quite irritated that the man changed his sights from the sorority to you—someone who isn’t even a resident of the home.

“Why are you— ___’s got nothing to do with this, you fucking creep!”

“Naughty, naughty piggy.. Billy knows.. Billy wants ___! Tell Billy, bitch piggy—tell Billy now!” The man screamed many more expletives toward the girls, Barb having held the phone at an arm’s length as she waited for his response. The girls clung onto eachother, worry appearing on their faces the more they listened. One of the girls took matters into her own hands, snatching the phone and hanging up—cutting off the Moaner’s rage-filled screaming from reaching them. Silence returned in the house, with the girls looking at each other knowing now that you were involved in their mess.

They knew they had to let you know as soon as possible.

• Bubba Sawyer

Multiple factors were in place in which you would be spared by both Bubba and Drayton, it’s possible that you knew the Texan family when they were still active in the slaughterhouse. There was also the offchance that Drayton held a soft spot for you, which guaranteed your survival.

~

“Woah, woah, woah! Ain’t that someone familiar, Bubba?” Drayton’s voice seemed to hold a tone of surprise, as if he was not expecting a victim. The younger Sawyer tilted his head in confusion, multiple questions forming in his head as he wondered what it was that seemed to bewilder the ever so uptight Drayton. He remembered bringing back two people, both were knocked out by the blunt force of slamming the back of the chainsaw against their heads.

“Ya’ don’t look at ’em, don’t ya’... Look at ’em real close up.” He ordered, Bubba following his line of sight as he focuses on you. He squints through the mask, drinking in the image of you. As if lightning struck his own—he now realised who it was he struck himself. A shocked squeal erupted from his throat, his legs now on autopilot as he stumbled toward your unconscious body, babbling apologies as he held you. The excessive movement had you waking up soon after.

You found yourself face to face with Bubba, who seemed sheepish.

• Ghostface

  • Billy Loomis

You might have met either through Stu or at the VHS store while you asked the closest person—that being him—for recommendations, resulting in an engaging discussion of horror films before quickly devolving into you exchanging numbers to each other before heading home.

~

“Good talk, I totally get your enthusiasm. It was nice talking to you… Uh..”

“Billy. Billy Loomis. It was nice talking to you too.. Wanna talk later? We can exchange numbers.”

You nodded, passing him your number before leaving the VHS store. Sure, it wasn’t every day that you met a diehard fan of horror movies, even going so far as to get into the details of the production itself and quoting directly from the actors—you were in no place to judge a person for their interests. You had your own interests and you’re sure you’d be passionate too if someone asked you about it.

It was already night by the time you were at home looking over the new movies rented for the time being. Feeling indecisive, you kept shuffling through the choices you had. By a stroke of luck, you were greeted with a familiar voice. A smile appeared on your features as you began talking to Billy. It was as if he were providing you with his own reassurance through simply talking to you. With all pleasantries aside, down came the questions.

“Hey, Billy.” His response was strangely quiet, a soft yeah as his reply. He’s probably busy with something.

“Remember those movies you saw me pick out?” A hum in agreement now. 

“Which one’s your favourite?”

  • Stu Macher

You are associated with Stu in school, often acting as his cover whenever he was up to his shenanigans. How were you upgraded to such a role? It was because you were seated closest toward the door to the classroom. You even stalled the teacher whenever he snuck back in.

~

“Did you see the look on her face? Did you see!?” Stu nudged you, a wide grin over his features.

You chuckled with him. No matter how many times you promised to not entertain Stu’s antics—it was pretty damn funny at how easily he got under the skin of those he pranked. In your eyes, it was merely harmless fun, there wasn’t any reason to get angry about it seeing how the pranks were juvenile. Even then, the only one jeopardising his time was him, really. Though you supposed that there were changes. One thing that was different was that Stu began approaching you outside of class.

“Hey, uh.. ___? How about we head out for lunch and.. y’know, hang out then?” He asked, scratching the back of his head nervously as he waited for your response. He lit up once he saw you perk up.

“Oh, sure. Where do you think we should go?” You asked, interested to know, much to Stu’s delight. He clapped his hands as if he struck gold after a moment of thinking. He smiled at you, his eyes scanning the hallway that was now empty. 

“I know just the place! Hmm.. think you can handle skipping the day?” He asked, seeing your face quickly contort into one of concern. He laughed in amusement, patting your back assuringly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover for you this time!”

• Jason Voorhees

He assumed that he had seen every type of person who trekked along his home, but never would he expect to see someone who came alone and blended in with the environment. Jason watched you, waiting in silence for you to do something that would allow him to strike. You never did.

~

Jason’s hands were tightly balled into fists, his gaze boring into your back as he followed you around quietly. He waited for you to commit a discrepancy, a mistake that would lead to your death and yet here you were, taking photos. You avoided the trail that led into his territory—meaning you followed the signs to not trespass. Your orderliness initially irritated him, as he presumed it wouldn’t take long before you broke it—so he kept watching you, waiting.

The more time passed, his frustrations with you turned into one of simple respect. You kept to yourself and made sure to keep away from the sectioned off areas. Jason returned to his routine, from where he began to watch you less. What he didn’t realise was that he would be sighted in those very photos you took, which didn’t go unnoticed by you. You were alarmed, though you kept that concern aside in case it were a fault of the camera. Despite that, you attempted to entertain yourself by getting flowers by one of the many spots he was sighted.

When you returned to that spot, the flowers were not rotting as you expected. 

They were gone.

 Instead, a fresh pink rose laid under the ‘Welcome to Camp Crystal Lake’ sign. 

• Michael Myers

  • ’78/OG

Crossing paths with someone during his downtime was something that was strange, but never unexpected. OG found himself intrigued with you—just what were you doing, walking the streets of Haddonfield at three in the morning? He was curious, deciding to watch you after that encounter.

~

Michael watched you move about on your nights once more, seeing how you weaved through the streets as you held onto the groceries. You seemed to be well established in Haddonfield, though not many of the residents were anything but mere acquaintances that you were coincidentally on good terms with. You never knew them personally, but you knew them enough to be something that can remain in their memories for a good week or two. 

Michael watched you move closer toward him, appearing distracted before bumping shoulders with him. Your head quickly faced him, apologising. Before you could leave, however, Michael grabbed a few of the bags that you had dropped when you had bumped into him, head tilting slightly. This was considered heavy? You couldn’t tell him by his face, though you asked him to help with the bags if he didn’t mind. He began to move, in which you took it was his way of saying, ‘yes’. You thanked him either way. The residents of Haddonfield were nice. 

You made your way home, taking out your keys before you heard the sound of bags hitting onto the front porch. You turned around to thank the helpful man once more, but he was gone. 

  • RZ

It was difficult to catch his attention with how he resorts to living inside his mind majority of the time, if there happened to not be any goal present to drive him. You happened to intercept it right before he was to transition into it. Your disturbance now led to you right on his radar.

~

Not once had you felt unsafe in your home with all the doors and windows locked and shut tight—ensuring any break-in attempts to be close to null. That was until now, long after you had passed that man who had been standing near that old, abandoned Myers home. He seemed lost in though, though you couldn’t know for sure. You chalked it up as him being one of those young adults who had felt like they needed to prove something by entering a scrutinised place. 

“What’s the point? Let them rest in peace..” You grumbled under your breath, quickening your pace as you headed home, unaware of the fact that the man by the home was now looking in your direction. 

Michael followed you into your home, absorbing the layout in its entirety before he hid himself out of sight as you continued your routine at home. Michael took note of the fact that you were glancing around a lot more, your face holding one of discomfort. He inferred that you felt him watching you—meaning that you were more aware than the others. He made sure to commit it to memory to replay as you resigned for the night and head to bed. You woke up later at night, feeling an urge to survey your room before slumber could return to you.

You couldn’t help but feel a shiver down your spine once you saw your bedroom window open.

• Thomas Hewitt

You had to know of him without the influence of Sheriff Hoyt in the way. You might accidentally cross paths at an abandoned area of Texas, one that was Thomas’ personal retreat whenever he feels overwhelmed by his family. With no chainsaw and you simply passing by, he let you go. 

~

“I didn’t know that there were still people living here—Sorry, sorry. I’m just passing through, really.” You stammered, staring at the man who stood before you. He donned a mask that covered his mouth and nose, the material appeared to be one out of leather, which intrigued you. 

“That’s a really nice mask you have. Did you make it yourself?” You asked, genuine curiosity ever so present in your voice as you did so. His gaze was otherworldly, as if they were staring right through you, despite the fact that he bore human eyes.

All it took was a grunt and a nod to have you letting up slowly. Thomas continued to stare, taking in your features as you stood there, similar to a deer in headlights. You didn’t insult his appearance or made comparison of him with an animal. He thought through possibilities, before he ultimately decided that you weren’t worth the chase—especially with him simply wanting time alone by himself. It took Thomas all he had to speak, the words seeming to escape from him when he did.

“..Go home.” His voice was softer than he recalled, though he chalked it up to him not finding a need to do so at this point, but you got the message. You made sure to say goodbye before leaving him be.

It felt almost fortuitous that you managed to escape the way you did.

I hope you enjoyed these headcanons and have had a wonderful New Year! I have a lot more headcanons and stories to post for you guys!

I am also extremely happy to see positive responses regarding those two fics including OG Michael and Bubba respectively.. I really appreciate it!! There will be another story, more specifically a Jason Voorhees/Reader fic. Be on the lookout for that sometime soon. (:

Once again, please reblog this post!

Thank you for reading this, have a great day/night!! (:

[im-his-druidess]

As I mentioned in this post here Thomas is insatiable for you so sleepy sex/cuddlefucking is a constant thing.

GIF by godzillawillsaveus

But because of this you are often left exhausted and he does, in his own twisted way, care deeply for his pretty little flower, so he tries his best to take care of you and leaves you alone throughout the day if he's been especially handsy the days previous.

At night, however, he just can't help himself.

You are so soft and sweet looking. Pliable and warm. Thomas will cuddle up closer to your back, nuzzling into your hair with happy sleepy grunts as he's dragged from his dreams as whatever woke him up fell to the back of his mind, and he's pawing at your body as if by instinct. He's more gentle as he guides the blunt swollen head of his cock into your small cunt, the tight squeeze forcing you awake with a whine, and he's huffing into your ear like an animal as he rocks against your body in an almost soothing motion that soon relaxes you.

You are eventually lulled back into a state of in-between sleep and awake. Everything blissfully fuzzy as pleasure slips down your spine just like a warm Texas breeze that you've grown to love before simmering low in your pelvis and Thomas cups your breasts with another happy sound in the back of his throat before settling into a slower rhythm that had you sinking even further against him and falling back asleep.

[thesongmachine]

If you write for him, but leatherface/bubba with an s/o who gets cold easily?

I love bubba sm I was WISHING someone would request for him lmao

ALSO I'm so sorry it took me forever to write this, I've been busy with school and such!!!

Bubba Sawyer x Easily Cold! Reader

At first it was so weird??

Like you were cold ALL THE TIME

Yes even during the unbearable Texas summers

You had to wear a sweater or something, even during summer-

You were just to cold

At first Bubba was worried

He thought there was something extremely wrong, like you were dying or something!!!

You told him that you were fine though

He likes cuddling with you whenever you are cold (and he's not busy hacking someone up)

He gives you some kind of warmth that you can barely get anywhere else

Drayton thinks you are crazy for wearing sweaters during summer

He hates being anywhere near you because that just makes him even more hot tbh

Chop and Nubbins were kinda confused at first

Like it's 100° and your wearing THAT???

how are you not dead!??!

But after a while they don't care 😭😭

Bubba likes getting you sweaters whenever he finds them

Sure they might be from a victim or from bobby but that's whatever!!

but now bobby is gonna beat bubbas ass for taking that damn sweater 💀

Because he's hot like all the time when he sees you shivering or looking cold

He just comes up behind you and holds you lmao-

He's just trying his best to keep you comfortable <3

[z0mibite]

>1000 words, detailed descriptions of violence and a (sort of?) mention of s/a (⚠️use of the r word ⚠️), reader is gn! and up to interpretation throughout other than being considerably smaller than thomas and one mention of possibly bearing children. open-ended, so if you prefer angst endings for reader or stockholm, you can choose, it's texas chainsaw massacre, anything that's in either movie is part of the warnings just to be safe. dead dove do not ear, read at your own risk. also this is not proofread in any way, I literally wrote this straight shot right before bed listening to dove (doll ver) on loop and hit post.

READ THE WARNINGS BEFORE CONTINUING

imagine tommy keeping you, not to rape and defile like his uncle assumed, nor for you to bare children like his mama had hoped—but because you're just so nice to look at.

In the first film, tommy can be seen wearing rings, jewelry he's collected from past victims. also with the whole wearing people's faces to mask his own, he obviously has an eye for pretty things. and you're one of them.

It isn't just that of course, plenty of pretty people had come onto the farm, all meeting the same fate. he hadn't spared a dozen or so others, so why would he spare you?

you hadn't flinched at the sight of him, you hadn't run away crying like a child at their first horror maze, you simply smiled at him with those sparkling eyes, an elegant hand giving him a friendly, unbiased wave. you looked at him without prejudice, or preconceived assumptions about his character.

your friends hadn't given him the same courtesy. which is why you were here, chained to the workbench near the chopping block. the block he was using to dismember your traveling companions. a few of them hung from meat hooks, catatonic, their minds were weak and feeble, they broke at the sights in front of them, and despite the agonizing pain of lost limbs and shredded muscle, they were silent and still, waiting for their turn.

death was their only escape, they needed only to wait for it. you could see it in their eyes, each time he'd finish one off and turn to grab the next off a hook, they'd all follow him with pleading eyes. not for mercy, they were far beyond the point of return—but to be next.

your entire body was shaking like a kicked chihuahua. your muscles were all tense, adrenaline begged you to run, flee, to escape death. your silly primal instinct hadn't caught up with your concious. It was an odd feeling, having every possible part of your body screaming at you to run, and choosing to stay still, to betray your instinct with your intelligence. you knew you wouldn't get far.

despite the horrid conditions in the basement, a place where your senses should be overloaded; your ears with the echoes of their screams and the engine of the saw, your eyes with the gory mess, your nose with the pungent smell of iron and rotting flesh, your tongue with the dryness of your mouth from panting, and your body's fatigue from running around for hours—there was nothing but the racing of your heartbeat.

It was all you could hear or feel, and in your mind you could taste and see it as well, you felt the pulse rise all the way into your skull and down to your toes. you felt every rush of blood heat your skin like a furnace, moving past your veins and tissue.

your eyes aimlessly followed his body, unblinking and dry. he was deeply focused on his ‘work’, but he would still glance at you every now and again. you were just so pretty, a decoration in his safe haven, like a deer mounted above the fireplace.

hours had passed in what felt like seconds before he was finished. you hadn't moved.

he nonchalantly came up to you, his much larger hand going to cup your face before he froze. he withdrew his hands, wiping the bloody mess on his apron and washing his hands before he continued his previous action.

you didn't dare move, not even to flinch, as his held your head in your hands.

his thumbs caressed the flesh just under your eyes, rubbing around and about, seemingly fascinated by the way your skin folded and stretched at his will. he made a gesture with his hands, swiping a palm in front of your eyes, an attempt at communicating. when you didn't respond, he huffed frustratedly before letting his thumbs touch your eyelids, forcing them down to close your eyes.

he took your chin in-between two fingers, maneuvering your head in every direction, studying every feature. his thumb pulled your lips apart, showing him your teeth, clenched so hard they might be pushed back underneath your eye sockets.

after a he took some time to study you, you felt his thumbs come back to rest on your eyelids, pulling them open again. this time he studied your iris. he was clearly upset at the lack of light that prevented him from seeing the color clearly, but he looked closely nonetheless.

the sensation of breath enveloping your face, forcing you to breathe in the air he had just released, was one you could not describe.

his hands fell to your shoulders and moved downward till he got to your forearms, where he would trace the veins in your arms. when his hand met your wrist, he applied gentle pressure to it, his breath hitching as he felt your blood pulsate. he moved onto your hands now.

his were easily twice the size of yours, if not more. his nails were dull and blunt, the skin much rougher against yours. dried blood cracked underneath his nails and stained his skin a pinkish tone despite his tan. he traced the lines of your palm the same way a palm reader would, take away the tales of life lines and replace them with pure admiration.

he unexpectedly leaned in closer to you, his face now inches, if that, from your own. you kept your gaze ahead as he stared you down.

he brought his masked nose up to the top of your head and sniffed you like a dog, leaning down to your neck to see what else he could smell on you besides your faded fragrance and sweat.

It was only after this action of his that your body responded in any way in nearly 12 hours.

[dykepvppy]

Uhh request some blurbs or ideas of Texas chainsaw massacre or yellowjackets wlw only