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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 10-

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Approximately 2,546 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language, foul language, mental health issues. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: A bit of a short chapter this time, been in between course work and severe fatigue. Hopefully I can push out more chapters really quick but we will see. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

Tag List: @fan-goddess , @artxasa , @baybaybear1

Chapter 10

The night was hazy with anxiety which forced you awake every 2 hours; The ceiling was a placeholder for the back of your eyelids when the thoughts of that shadow person creeped back in. Thomas was out there, you run his words in your mind endlessly –“I gotta do somethin’” what did that mean?- the look in his eyes when he said these words displayed a seriousness you never saw from him before.

A rooster crowed you out of bed, your eyelids were heavy with lack of sleep, you stumbled to the restroom to wash up for the day. The kitchen was bustling with noise, pots and pans clacking and a coffee pot screaming to be removed off the stovetop. After you got changed you walked through the house and the smell of fresh baked biscuits and bacon wafted around you coaxing you in closer to the source. You could hear Luda Mae humming a tune while she worked, you gave her a cheerful greeting and she turned around with a smile,

“’Mornin’ hun! I hope the surprise last night was good.” She continued to tend to the sizzling bacon.

You nodded and said, “It was incredible, I feel very grateful to have someone in my life who wants to do things for me… never had that before.”

Luda Mae turned to you with a sympathetic look, “Oh sweetheart, makes me sad to hear that.” She tosses a few pieces of bacon on a plate and slops some scrambled eggs next to it,

“Here” she places the plate in your hands, “Eat up.”

You thank her for the food, she nods and grabs a large bowl that is the size of a dinner plate. She throws the rest of the bacon in the bowl and loads scrambled eggs on top then stalls and tilts her head,

“Dang, what all am I forgetting now…” she scratches her temple gently and pushes her glasses further up on the bridge of her nose.

“Oh, good lord the biscuits!” she twirled around and grabbed four biscuits, she places one on your plate and the rest sat on top of the fully stacked bowl she held.

You thank her again and begin eating, she puts the large bowl on the counter with a cheesecloth over top of it and says to you,

“D’you mind bringing Thomas his breakfast? I wanna clean up ‘round here before I go hang the laundry on the line.”

You nod again and continue eating, now at a quickened pace, eager to go speak to Tommy about last night. Luda Mae starts filling the sink with water and suds while you eat, she turns back to you and asks,

“Hun, d’you think after you give Thomas his breakfast you could go help Charlie feed the chickens? He always gets itchy from the feathers, it’s usually my boy who does it but he didn’t wake up.”

You felt a bit nervous hearing that Tommy didn’t wake up, you didn’t know if he even got home from last night after he left you.

“Of course I will, no problem.” You push a smile out to hide your worry, Luda Mae thanks you and starts dumping dishes into the sink.

When you finish your food, you bring the plate to Luda Mae and thank her again for breakfast, she nods,

“Go on hun, get, before Thomas starts eatin’ the walls.” She gives you a wink which makes you laugh.

You opened the basement door with your free hand, the bowl of food for Tommy was so heavy and big that it was hard to balance. -Of course he eats this much, it’s no wonder they comment on it all the time, must be expensive to feed a giant- You smirk at the image of Tommy being a mythical creature, too big to even get inside the house, even though it felt not far from the truth.

You were able to slowly make your way to the bottom of the stairs, the basement was dimly lit the same as the first time you were down here. The large steel doors on your left taunted you, hiding some big secret that Tommy didn’t want you to see. You walk to the end of the hallway and turn the corner to see the red light over Tommy’s bedroom door, it was still menacing as it washed the area with a bloody hue.

You knock on the door,

“Tommy? Are you in there? I brought you some breakfast.”

You didn’t hear any sounds from inside the room, so you knocked again,

“Tommy, I need to know you’re ok.”

Still no sounds were made, no snoring, no ruffling of sheets, no footsteps, nothing.

“Ok, I’m going to put your breakfast on the ground outside your door, don’t let it get cold.”

You place the food next to the door ensuring the cheesecloth protected the top of the bowl, as you turn to leave you hear the door open then shut. You turn around and the food was gone, you felt a bit jilted at the fact that Tommy didn’t say anything to you so you sigh and turn back to leave.

You hear the door open and shut again, a large warm hand is placed on your shoulder and you smile. When you turn around you see Tommy looming over you, the red light encircling behind him in a crimson lining. His face was barely visible except for his eyes which were half lidded staring down at you. He looked like a demon; you felt your heartrate quicken at the sight of this impossibly large man distorted by darkness before you.

To release your excitement you ask,

“What did you do last night?”

He grumbled out a reply,

“Hunted.”

Your eyes widen and you continue,

“Did you find them?”

Tommy turned to look away from you and grunted,

“No.”

The fact that whoever that creepy person may have been, is still out there scared you even more. You felt a wave of anxiety well up into your chest, your breathing quickens and you look off to the side. Tommy senses your emotions shift, he could tell you were scared and he didn’t want to wait for you to develop a full-on panic attack so he took you by the hands closer to his door to create a barrier between the opposing wall and himself so you could feel less exposed.

“Wh-what if they’re still watching us? What if they’re just waiting for me to be alone outside and then they’ll get me?!” your paranoia was building with each breath.

Tommy closed you into a huddle against the wall, he had to bend over to be able to Carrall you in so that he could get you to focus on him instead of your thoughts,

“Hey” he said firmly, you look up at him, his voice was commanding and compelled your attention,

“I ain’t gon’ let no one hurt you.” He cupped his large hand under your jaw to get you to focus in on him.

You feel your heart rate slow down, but you still were hindered by the fear of the unknown,

“How would you be able to be around me constantly? I can’t follow you everywhere you go!” your voice was wavering and loud.

Tommy slowly shook his head and stood up straight,

“Don’t need to be. Me n’ Charlie’ll get it done. Don’t worry.”

You knew you could feel safe around the house, everyone was always around, but despite Tommy’s words you still felt paranoia infecting your mind. You wondered why Tommy would even bother with you,

“Why would you go out of your way for me? I’m not even that important of a person.” You knew you were being irrational, but the words forced their way out.

He stared down at you with his eyebrows curled into confusion, you continue speaking, your insecurities were now overpowering your common sense, you couldn’t help it,

“I’ve never been important to anyone, I’m just a nobody from a small town who didn’t even earn the money I have now. It feels like I don’t deserve this family…or even deserve you…”

Tommy now looked angry, he stared at you as if you insulted his momma,

“Don’t say that.” His voice was stern but you continued regardless,

“It’s true! You’re all so nice to me, I’ve never felt accepted by anyone and maybe I deserved that! Why did you build that beautiful dock for me? Why do you want to protect me? Why do you even care?”

The rush of extreme emotions had you spilling your guts to this man, you wished you could stop but the floodgates were already opened. Years of abuse at the hands of your peers in school and the men you dated built up despite you bottling it all in and now that you felt happy for the first time, it all came out to ruin what you had. Tears started to stream from your eyes, you continued your verbal vomit as Tommy listened with frustration,

“I knew this was all too good to be true, I should leave you guys alone.”

Tommy suddenly grabbed your upper arms with both hands, he lifted you so you were eye level with him and pushed you into the wall, his fiery eyes blazing into you,

“Y’know why I care!?” he was inches from your face.

You could see his eyes were glossy, you shook your head, he closed his eyes and looked down shaking his head. Then he looked back up at you, his expression went from angry to sincere,

“It’s ‘cus I love you!”

You were stunned, you just stared at him shocked by the words that came out of his mouth. He lowered you to the floor and sighed, he ran both his hands through his hair and looked down at you,

“M’sorry for bein’ rough.” His deep voice was hushed with remorse.

You stood still, rubbing the part of your arm where he squeezed too hard. He kneeled down into a crouched squat so he could look up at your face,

He spoke again, concerned, “Y’okay? Dunno my own strength.” He looks down to the floor.

You push his shoulders with force, he falls backward on his ass and looks up at you confused.

“That’s payback.” You say with a smirk, wiping your tears.

He grabs your hand and pulls you down, you fall onto his chest and your knees are on top of his spread thighs as you straddle him. He lets out a low chuckle,

“We ok then?”

You smile, “Were ok.”

You kiss the top of his forehead and get up to leave,

“I’ll see you out there then.” You say as you walk away, he gives a ‘Mhm’ and just sits there watching you go before he gets up to head back into his room.

Tommy felt like a weight was lifted, he was so happy to have been able to tell you how he feels and not have you run away in disgust. He didn’t need you to say it back to him right away, he wanted it to come from you without being prompted. As he ate the food you brought him, he couldn’t help but feel some regret for having manhandled you.

The words you were saying about yourself upset him, he couldn’t handle hearing such negative things being sad about someone he cares so much for and when he saw tears rolling down your eyes, he lost it. He wanted nothing more than for you to feel safe, protected, and loved. When he came home from hunting down that person in the woods, he felt shame for not being able to capture the thing that scared you and he knew it would cause you to panic, it made him feel like a failure.

When he pulled you down and your body lay on his he felt a strong desire to bring you into his room and spread you on his bed, and when you kissed his forehead, he melted into immobility. Your gaze was like a waterfall beating down on his heart, any kind of touch from you was like an angel’s wing which felt as if it washed away the blood on his hands. You made him feel like he could be human again, like his past was just a bad dream and the light would shine again on him once more. He was determined to find whoever that creep was and erase them, just so you could feel peace.

You went outside to the barn where the chickens were, Charlie was already fussing over the feed he shoveled into the bucket. When he sees you he straightens up and yells out,

“Hurry up girlie, this ain’t no freeloadin’ rest home!”

You apologize for taking so long to get to him and he hands you the bucket of feed,

“Alright, now all you gotta do is get in that there chicken pen and toss ‘round ‘til the buckets empty.” He walks over to open the gate of the pen and waves you in.

He watches as you throw food to the hungry chickens,

“You catch on quick, s’good thing too, these fuckers give me got’damn rashes.” He turns to leave but you call out to stop him,

“Hang on a sec, I need to tell you something, I wonder if maybe you don’t know already.”

He comes closer to you and leans in, his eyes squinted in suspicion,

“I’m listenin’”

You tell him, “Last night, me and Tommy were in the pond together cooling off.”

He smirks, “Mhm, I knew that boy would stick you like a campfire marshmallow.”

You roll your eyes, “No! Not that! Let me finish.” He shrugs and folds his arms.

You continue, “Well, I saw something in the woods. I think it was a person.”

Charlie looks perplexed, “You saw what now?”

“I think there was a person in the forest, I saw a shadow between the trees.” You started to feel the fear rise up in your chest again.

Charlie looked at the chickens and rubbed his chin,

“Tommy saw it too?”

You nod your head, “I think so.”

He continued to walk around, deep in thought, he turns and points his finger at you,

“Y’sure now?”

You nod again, he lowers his finger and puts it back on his chin. A smirk forms on his mouth and he chuckles to himself,

“What’s funny?” you ask.

“Oh, I been waitin’ for a reason to be on edge again.” He turns and walks off.

You call out to him before he turns the corner,

“Wait! Tommy looked for them last night!”

Charlie turns back and has his hands on his hips,

“And? He find ‘em?”

You shake your head, “No, he didn’t.”

He hangs his head, “God that useless idiot. Don’t worry girlie, uncle Charlie’s gonna figure it out, you’ll see.” He turns the corner and disappears out through the barn door.

You felt better knowing that two people were looking out for you, once you finished with the chicken feed you made your way back into the house. -hopefully they can get this figured out, the paranoia is going to destroy me-.

#thomas hewitt x reader #reblog

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I tried drawing a collapsed nose ( you know, from the burns- how else would it be able to fit in the small mask otherwise lmao) and it ended up looking like an anime side profile, which i’m not entirely mad about

I like the idea that his scar extend past his neck to his arms, and that he hides it with the cardigan. Making his left eye more warped fits better also, considering that burns that bad definitely wouldn’t leave the eye completely unmarred like how it looks in the movie 🙄

#he is still handsome guy with all the scars #reblog #others art

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laurie: where tf is my shampoo set?

michael:

(im sleepy idk why i drew this)

#love this so much :D #michael myers fanart #reblog #others art

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THE TEXAS CHAINSAW MASSACRE: THE BEGINNING

behind the scenes

#i love him so much #thomas hewitt gifs #reblog

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Slashers with an insecure s/o

Requested by @wickedwild . sorry momma I deleted the draft and lost your ask, but I still got this!

WARNINGS: insecurities and self deprecating remarks on readers part. Probable implied body image issues. I cannot add cuts to my posts!! Please DO NOT scroll by this point if any of this will trigger you! Nothing is specific but stay safe babies <33 also, hella cursing. lol.

Thomas Hewitt.

He's never looked at or treated himself with kindness. Before you, he never had a very high opinion of himself.

He remembers the times he'd look at his reflection scornfully then remove all the mirrors from his room. Now he stands straighter and doesn't treat himself with so much…. scorn.

It hurts him and it hurts you when you talk so poorly of yourself…. How could you think that way?

"I look like a mess…" You huff and examine yourself. His heart breaks into thousands of pieces at the sound of your words. How do you not see yourself the way he sees you? You're a spitting image of perfection. It's unfair. He's so blessed, why can't you see the same thing? You look up as you feel him hug you from behind and nuzzle his face into your shoulder.

"Tommy?" He doesn't speak but the little squeeze communicates perfectly that he's upset with your words.

"I'm sorry Tommy, you know I'm trying."

He knows. He does. He's so proud of you. He'll pull back to rest his forehead against yours. With one of his large well calloused hands, he'd cradle the side of your face. And in a hoarse almost painful sounding voice he'll whisper one single word: "Gorgeous". Because it's what you are. Even if you don't see it.

Jason Voorhees.

How could you do this to his poor stilled heart?

At first Jason thinks he did something to make you feel that way- had he not made it clear how beautiful he thinks you are? His stomach sinks to his shoes as he drops all the firewood he was carrying in his burly arms. You had admitted you didn't feel pretty today as you sat on a stump, watching him work. You had needed to be around him and now he understands why. And Jason is immediately by your side, sitting on the grass beside you and taking your smaller hand into his. He tilts his head, prompting you to continue as tears fill your eyes.

"I just don't feel pretty today, I dunno what's wrong with me, I just feel so out of place in my skin…"

A soft sound leaves him. Might as well figure it's his entire being refusing the idea that you could ever have an off day- how do you always look so effortlessly perfect then? explain that! It's quiet for a second, Jason silently pondering what to say or do as he strokes your knuckles with his thumb. He raises your hand to the forehead of his mask, leaning it against your digits. a soft gesture that shows his never ending amount of love and adoration held for you without saying a single thing. It might not heal your wounds, but it protects them so they have a chance to mend themselves.

Brahms Heelshire.

How dare you speak about yourself like that around him? Are you asking for him to throw a fit? He should just make another rule: no being mean to yourself. Though that doesn't fix things even Brahms somewhat can grasp that. He stomps his foot and crosses his arms, waiting for you to apologize for daring to say something like that.

"C'mon! that's not nice!"

You look over and realize what's gotten him so upset.

"Brahmsie, I'm sorry-"

"No! Not enough!"

He wraps his arms around you securely and pulls you into bed with him, grumbling under his breath. You struggle for a second as he cuddles into you, before resistance leaves you quickly and you just sigh. He presses his face into your hair and slowly calms from his initial anger.

"...I don't like when you talk like that. Or when you look at yourself like that."

What shocks you is that what you hear isn't being spoken by the childlike voice you're so used to, he's speaking in his real voice. It's thick, gruff with his age. You look up at his masked face and peer into his eyes, which are laced with a somehow unreadable emotion. With careful hands you reach to the claps that hold the mask to his face.

It falls into your awaiting hand and you move the smooth porcelain from his features. You land a gentle kiss to his cheeks. The tension that had built quickly melts. He runs a hand through your hair.

"I think you're absolutely beautiful…"

He spoke with such maturity it was shocking, but so welcomed in a moment like this.

Bo Sinclair.

Sometimes bo teases you, whether it be for your choice of shoes or a freckle on your face that he pretends to wipe off like he thinks it's a crumb, but he's never *mean*. Bo loves you even if he doesn't tell you regularly, and you know that. Deep down you really do, but of course you still have moments where insecurities seep into the cracks you thought you've sealed for good. You can't control them, and some days they manage to control you. He doesn't notice, he's been cooped up in the garage all day. But oh when he comes back to your room after a long day he notices the sadness radiating off of your huddled form under the blankets. How could he miss it? He's literally your boyfriend.

"Darlin', what's wrong?"

You shake your head and scoot back into his arms. He sighs and kisses down your cheek and along your jawline. They're featherlight and your heart aches less and less little by little with each one.

"One of those days?" you nod. He knows them too well. And as he holds you a little closer, you feel protected from all the negativity… even for just a second.

"Y'know, you're the damn prettiest thing I think I've ever seen." He hums into the back of your head. Smooth bastard.

Vincent Sinclair.

He may be silent, but saying so little just means he can sense what's being left unsaid. He can feel what's bothering you, he's been through that for years. The same sort of thoughts have tormented him until he was numbed and can simply push them to the back of his mind and move on with his day. And oh it hurts so much to see you struggle and he isn't sure what to say or how to approach you on it. Would that be too invasive? 'Hey I know you're feeling really insecure even though you didn't say it-' yeah scratch that idea.

He does what he does best. He captures what he can't say in his art. He spends the day sketching you all over the pages of his notebooks and eventually tearing them out. He'll fold them out and leave them where you can find them, covered in sticky notes with compliments clearly written in his writing. He watches nearby as you find them, anxiously playing with his fingers. Tears fall down your face and he thinks he's done something wrong, but seeing someone capture what you hate about yourself in such a poetic and gorgeous way that has your mouth dried up- it brings tears to your eyes. Now you know you can come to Vincent with everything. Vent to him and he'd listen silently like he does best and eventually you'll even learn enough ASL to be able to understand him when he signs to you how gorgeous you are. adorable boy.

Lester Sinclair.

You expect him to let that shit slide? Nuh uh! no way! Imagine even trying to speak badly about yourself around this boy! Did you really think that would work?? 😭

He turns to you SO FAST YOU'RE PRETTY SURE HE POPPED HIS NECK OR SOMETHING OR MADE HIMSELF DIZZY

he doesn't say anything right away, like he's waiting for you to take it back. But you're just looking at him, just as quiet and even more confused. He's quick to disprove whatever you said, listing off reasons just why guy can't be gross or stupid or ugly- it's impossible and he plans to prove that to you!

"I'm so ugly :(" "yeah and I'm the lead singer of Florida Georgia line".

He's so offended on your behalf, but hurt like Thomas. Because he can't stand you thinking that way when you're a spitting image of an angel to him :(

"Don't talk like that, sweetheart. Ain't helpin' no one and it just hurtin' you worse, 'kay? How about we take a drive to clear that pretty head of yours?"

Jonesy will kiss you and demand pets and it keeps you distracted for the most part, and Lester will help you work through all that negativity.

Jesse Cromeans.

He isn't sure what to say for a heartbeat. It's quiet as he just watches you after something as silly as that fell from your lips. Uh… are you serious?

That's his initial reaction. It jarred him from his thoughts. The peaceful quiet y'all were in completely shattered and he wasn't prepared, but it's ok.

"I'm so ugly."

He's quick to sign "why" to you, or write on whatever pad is nearby. You list off a couple things about yourself that bothers you, and he's quick to remind you: hey, you don't control what you were given. It's true, you could change it- but he wouldn't let you. He adores you and he's determined to make you see it and see yourself for all you're worth. Because you're more precious than diamonds to him. He'll call off any upcoming business trips or meetings, his full attention is on YOU now. His reaction isn't in the moment, but over the weeks he'll make sure you start to feel as beautiful as you truly are <3

Billy Loomis.

Oh shit. He's shocked, even if his expression doesn't convey it right. He studies your troubled expression, and scoots a little closer to you on the couch as he realizes you're serious. You won't look him in the eyes, and he can only imagine it just be hard to think that way. Now I'm not sure how Billy views himself, he's hard to pick apart. His first instinct is to wrap an arm around you and bring you closer. He considers his words very carefully before he opens his mouth. God he's never been good at comforting people-

"Hey, hey.. what's got you thinking like that? That's not true."

You sniffle and lean into him, and he smooths your hair.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to be such a negative ass I just…."

"You can't help it." He finishes for you. You nod.

"I know it might not help that much, but you do know that I think you're fucking breathtaking, right? I.. know I don't say it a lot, but it fucking blows seeing you think like that."

It ain't much, but that's what Billy can manage. He'll eventually get better at comforting you and all that… But it'll be a learning process. He'll figure out what you need in moments like those and be ready to provide.

Harry Warden.

Oh no. Harry fucking buffers. You? insecure? Does this mean he's failed as a boyfriend??? How does he fix it? Turn it off and on again? ...how does he do that to a human?

He isn't mushy, not in the slightest. But he'll hold you from behind and kiss your shoulder and what parts of your face he can get at and let you feel him there and holding you. He won't say anything and he won't push you to. You can feel his support though, even if he doesn't vocalize it. He's far better at just holding you and letting you feel things and love you through it than just…. tryna talk you out of those emotions. He wants to! Believe me, but he doesn't think he'll word it right enough to make you feel any different. He'll compliment you more though, call you some more pet names that are genuinely sweet- in a harry way!

Sweetheart, angel face, doll, softie, pie, etc. In a quiet moment he'll tell you how much you mean to him. Most likely when you're both in bed, and he'll confess he's always thought you were perfect, the most perfect being really- and it'll end with a gentle kiss to your lips and a long night of cuddling!

#that's all i need #i wish they could hug me #slashers x reader #reblog

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FROM: CRMSKLL TO: YOU "LITTLE PIGGY SHOULD HAVE STAYED HOME"

#others art #reblog #love the shading here

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"This Vincent guy is quite the artist"

Vincent Sinclair (from House of Wax 2005) commission for ThatTentayena (@ twitter) 🔪🕯️

#vincent sinclair art #reblog #others art

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"I'm sorry mama, some people just have no respect."

Bo Sinclair from House of Wax 2005, commission for ThatTentayena (@ twitter)

#bo sinclair fanart #reblog #others art

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Emergency Prints for Sale

Hi everyone. For the sake of my mental health I had to quit my job, I've been miserable, dissociating during my shifts and barely able to do more than sleep on my days off. They axed me the day after my resignation instead of giving me two more weeks of pay. I don't have a new position lined up yet, so I'm selling prints of my photography on Ko-Fi to help with expenses while I have no income.

I know money's tight for everyone all around. Even if you can't or aren't interested in a purchase, I'd really appreciate if people could reblog this. You can also leave a tip; every dollar helps.

I've been a photographer for 14 years. I've never tried selling before because money has never been my motivation, but I need any amount of income I can get since I don't qualify for unemployment.

#the photos are beautiful #please support the talented photographer #reblog to help

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Sex with the lost boys preferences:

Anonymous said: if you’re still doing lost boy requests, could you please do what sex with them would be like? i went through everything you’ve written for them and didn’t see this there

A/N: heya sunshine, of course! i’m always looking for the lost boys requests. i’ve make this one into a brief kinda headcanon/preference type if that’s alright. let me know what you think. thanks for your request and supporting the blog! - admin kat 🌙❣

Keep reading

#dwayne my beloved #the lost boys x reader #reblog

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Vincent Sinclair HC

Vincent Sinclair hc SFW and NSFW

I’ve haven’t been seeing my boy get repped recently so I have to do it myself. My first time writing something on here or towards this character ,I promise I will get better y'al,l I made this super quickly not proofread oops.

SFW

-While he can be insecure about his face he definitely has an ego from being the favorite child and having perfected his craft.

Lester drags him out to go for a ride around town or force him to come to his place for some quality brother time (Bo joins every now and then but wants peace and quiet dammit )

‘I know a lot of people have him learn sign language but I think he either writes what he wants to say, speaks as best as he can, or gestures, ( he was born in the south to parents that I don't think cared about communicating with him too much but he could have picked it up later in life maybe in his teen years or middle school era)

More sadistic than Bo when it comes to killing, he doesn't care if they are dead or alive when working on them and takes satisfaction in the result of his work

He prefers to work in silence but you can catch him humming now and then some country song or a guilty pleasure pop song from the 80’s( I see you Vince)

I think he partakes in multiple forms of art besides wax work.We see he’s able to paint, draw, but he also takes pictures, , sews, writes, makes videos, anything artistic he’s learning and keeping up with new techniques.

Since he takes video of the killings at times I think they sell them as snuff films to make extra cash on top of stealing and selling victims stuff. (At least that’s what I thought when I first watched the film anyone else or just me)

Rarely happens but will keep victims that interest him like Bo ,but dispose of them when they get boring or no longer match up the ideal version of them in his head.

-Does want a lifelong partner, the white wedding and picket fence, kids, but knows it might be difficult with the line of work he does.

- He can talk but only does when it’s important or to emphasize something. He does have a southern draw like Bo and I imagine his voice to sound similar but raspier, maybe deeper/ quieter from not using it as much.

-like I said earlier you have to really catch his attention and be able to hold it for more than a week, if that happens then he’s obsessed and protective maybe a little too over protective.

Does indeed have a hair care routine I believe this full throttle and no one can can tell me otherwise I'm not listening.

NSFW

I don't know if he’s a virgin, I don't think he is something is telling me he isn't, but i’m not sure

He has no problem with nudity, bodies are seen as art, there's not as much of a sexual connotation with them as with Bo and Lester .

He wants to be in love with the person he is intimate with, he wants to be worship and worship his muse.

Drawings of his partner naked as well as in the midst of a passionate night, he might tease them all night to make sure the sketch is as life like and accurate as possible

Good size and thick that's all I gotta say

Praise kink hard core, hearing his partner call him a good boy or how he makes them feel so good he will crumble

He starts slow and sensual, enjoys the control he has and having someone at his power.

I think he will edge you and leave you high and dry when you act out but he always caves by the end of the day and gives you what you need.

Can last a long time surprisingly

Mainly a giver but someone please for the love of god give this man the nastiest had he’s ever received will make the prettiest noises

Is down to try anything new and more open about sex than you would think.

When he’s horny he comes up behind his partner and starts caressing every inch he can reach, while resting his chin on their shoulder acting as innocent as he can.

#vincent sinclair x reader #reblog

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Good day/night, author!

I love the details you put in your writing, those tiny details make me foldd

I wanted to request something cause I love your writing, and I wanted to see how you'd write this prompt <3

Slashers with a fem! s/o who sends them suggestive pictures of themselves (referring to the s/o). Could be sliding polaroids under their door/ leaving polaroids for them to see, sending them virtually, etc etc.

Thank you! Have a wonderful day/night, and Happy Holidays!

warnings(s): 🍋, description of s.x acts, reference to female anatomy, blood (only with asa)

a/n: thank god, finally an excuse to be thirsty,, also tysm for the very kind words!! it means a lot to hear from yall :) some of these go further than others, so just drop an ask if you want any of them expanded on.

🔞i check the notes. minors don’t read & don’t interact.

thomas hewitt

* it’s risky business trying to get him the photos without somebody else getting to them first, so you stick them right in the pocket of his apron.

* almost the whole day goes by without so much as a glance from him. he doesn’t check his pockets until the day’s work is finished. but when he does…

* he almost shouts. it catches him entirely off guard. not that he hasn’t thought of you that way, but… taking stuff out of the bedroom is new to him. he’s checking over his shoulders even though nobody really comes into the basement but him.

* he likes it though. he’s a possessive guy. hoyt is always giving him shit, saying he’ll give you what Tommy’s too frigid to provide. this makes his chest thunder.

* you can tell he’s checked the pocket when he next enters the room. his eyes are dark from how huge his pupils have gotten.

* “like them?” you ask allusively, a grin tugging at your features. if you listen close, you can hear the click of the door locking before he’s upon you.

* despite his size, he works smoothly. you’ve reassured him enough by now that he’s confident around you. especially when you’ve shown him vulnerability like that, he can certainly return the favor.

* his shirt and belt go on the floor, and your fingers slide across his scalp when he lays forward between your legs.

* it’s become sort of a ritual for the both of you. he undresses both of you, but you get to take off the mask.

* even in the dimness of the room, you can imagine his blush easily. his cheeks are radiant with heat.

* although he’s usually all about taking his sweet time, this go around, he takes you like a starving man.

* he can’t even be bothered to take your clothes off all the way. two thick fingers, quickly dipped into his mouth, slip past your panties and right into your pussy. his other hand presses you down at the waist, steadying your body against his.

* his hand is large and calloused and scarred, but it works so deftly on your body. in any other case he’d feel guilty for being so greedy, but he needs you too badly right now.

* one heavy hand on your breast, he sucks dark, tender marks into your inner thigh while the pads of his fingers skim teasingly against that one spot that makes your legs go rigid.

* he does that until you’re half sobbing, chest bouncing with each choked breath. he doesn’t tease you like this often, either — he prefers indulging you — but the way you sound crying his name makes him hard as steel.

* “tommy… Tommy, please…” it’s only him that makes you breathy and rushed like this, and he knows it. he relishes in it.

* but he doesn’t keep you waiting forever, don’t worry.

brahms heelshire

* bold of you to assume he doesn’t already have a collection of pictures of you in his attic hideout.

* he might have shown you a few before, just to tease you. there’s a few of you getting dressed/undressed, one or two of you asleep without a top on, and a particularly blurry one that appears to be you with your hand between your legs…

* but he’s absolutely not complaining that you’re contributing. he’s overjoyed, in fact. he takes a particular interest in perverted stuff like this

* he doesn’t spend a ton of time up in the attic since you got together with him, but when he pops up to get something, he notices the addition almost immediately (living in one room for over a decade will do that to you).

* it’s taken in the master bathroom, one of the only rooms he doesn’t have much surveillance on. the tiled walls make it nearly impossible to poke a hole in without taking chunks out that get noticed and repaired immediately.

* he can see a big claw foot tub and a nice wide sink, and one wall with a floor length mirror nearly the size of a door.

* most importantly, is you. naked as dawn, with one leg stretched up on the mirror, and one hand between your legs, revealing your perfect cunt.

* of course, he pulls his dick out immediately. he doesn’t even bother shutting the door to the attic room. just drops to his knees and starts stroking.

* brahms is breathing hard under the mask, barely blinking as he gazes at your glistening pussy and slides one hand up and down his cock, thrusting into his fist.

* he’s loud, too. by the time he’s finished, no matter where you are in the manor, you definitely know. you can’t help but admit, you’re starting to get the appeal in listening to someone else moan your name.

* you’d better get up to the bedroom, though, since he’s ready for a round two with the real thing now.

billy lenz

* similar deal as above, he’s already got some of his own. his selection is much more lewd, though. he’s a little more dedicated to seeing your private moments than Brahms.

* and he’s definitely whipped them out for you, before, too, so you know where he keeps them.

* you’d set the camera on a timer and gotten to work with your favorite toy. in the end, you couldn’t bring yourself to choose a favorite, so you picked a few.

* the first is from behind, and shows the perfect ‘pretty stretch’ he always talks so much about.

* the next is up closer, two of your fingers stringing a trail of lube away from your pussy; you’re confident he’ll like this one.

* the last is of your face, and probably your favorite. tears are hanging from your eyelashes and glittering in the flash, the toy pressed firmly into your mouth. drool dribbles from the corner of your lips and slides deliciously down your chest. you’ve written ‘piggy’ and a heart on the edge of the photo in pink pen.

* the pictures stand out, piled in a neat stack on top of the messy stash in his drawer.

* (there’s also a suspiciously stained pair of your panties in the drawer. you’d been looking for them for ages. you take them back and drop them in the laundry.)

* and just like brahms, you know the moment he finds them. although, he doesn’t bother to even try taking care of his erection by himself. he goes right to you.

* “i’msofuckin’LOVEYOU, sweet-t-t pigGY! sosweetsogoodfor billy, billy l-lovesyouSOmuch, good-d girl, soOOO fuckin’goodforbilly—” his mouth is going a mile a minute up until you kiss him. he can’t help but giggle into it, hands all over you, grabbing, squeezing, pinching. he doesn’t even seem to notice that he’s grinding his dick against your hip.

* “—mh, please, pl-l-lease,” he breaks away from you, gripping your arms hard and blushing even harder.

* “use your words, billy.” you smirk, pressing against him. you can feel him throbbing.

* “nngh,” he whines, but does so anyways. “s-suckmeOFF! ple-ease, please…” he can hardly get the words out, he’s so excited. he throws his head back, giggling, only to smash his mouth against yours again.

* you have to pull his fly down and grip his dick hard to get him to pull away again. his speech devolves into mindless whining and giggling as you drop to your knees.

* he’s not awfully thick, but he is long. it takes a good minute of him thrusting into your throat and you jerking away from him, gagging, before you can get him all the way down.

* you know exactly which buttons to press — he doesn’t waste time making you guess.

* he likes it when you press your nose against his belly and swallow, feeling your throat constrict around him.

* he likes it when you maintain eye contact and flutter your eyelashes at him when he says something you like.

* he especially likes it when you drop your tits out and squeeze them. so much so, in fact, that he finishes down your throat without warning.

* it sends you coughing, but he holds you down until he’s finished, keening and chattering praise in your name.

* when you finally lean back, you’re a mess. you’re teary-eyed, chin and neck coated in slobber.

* he’s still twitching and pulsing even though he’s already gone soft.

* better clean up before he gets any more ideas…

billy loomis + stu macher

* they’ve both had wet dreams about this kind of thing. they’ve probably floated the idea to you once or twice and received coy-but-promising responses.

* they both have phones, but they’re both also suckers for physical media; see also their extensive vhs and disk collections.

* Billy finds them first, and immediately drags stu into the bedroom to look.

* stu’s giggling like a schoolgirl as if you didn’t take them yourself. he sobers up when billy points out that you’ve written their initials on your inner thighs in what seems to be sharpie.

* depending on if you’re home or not, they might just jerk off then and there. they’re impatient like that.

* if you are home, however, they slide up next to you on the couch with these shit-eating grins on their faces.

* “didn’t know you had a side gig doing mags.” billy teases.

* “now i can tell everyone i’m dating a pornstar.” stu snickers.

* “except tatum.” you remind him, which only makes him laugh more.

* “c’mon, sweet cheeks,” billy leans you over into stu’s lap, skimming his fingers under your shirt. “give us a private dance.”

asa emory

* the camera had been a gift from him. you can’t be sure if he bought it or stole it off a body, but you’re grateful nonetheless. (who knows what would happen if you weren’t)

* usually you only take photos of things around the hotel. his exhibits, interesting bugs you found crawling around, maybe a shot or two of the sky through a window. he always takes the pictures away. you’re confident he keeps them all somewhere. a small part of you hopes the somewhere is his home.

* at one point — after a particularly long night with your fingers inside yourself, wishing they were his — you decide to take photos of something else. the lighting is dismal and you don’t have anything terribly flattering to wear, but you make it work.

* you’re rather pleased with what you end up with. some five or so photos of you on your knees, eyes wide and doe-like, gazing up as if looking to a master.

* you decide to leave them out for him to find.

* when you next hear the door unbolt, your heart leaps into your chest. you hold statue-still as he locks it behind him, glances around the room, sees the photos. you see something in his expression change as he leafs through them. it’s impossible to read his expression with the mask on, but you’d like to imagine it’s admiration. maybe disgust. maybe want. maybe all of it.

* he sets the photos down where he found them and crosses the room towards you. he’s entirely unhurried. doubt writhes in your gut. your eyes dart to his belt, the knife hooked into it.

* you twitch when he grips your jaw and tilts your head back to look at the ceiling, but don’t flinch away.

* he leans close. you don’t know what he’s doing. he doesn’t ever get this close. you’re sure he can hear your blood thumping in your veins. heat and pressure rise in your skull.

* he breathes in deeply. his lips part. his teeth scrape lightly against the skin of your jugular — you didn’t think he would be able to, with the mask on — then press in. his jaw eases down on the soft flesh of your throat slowly, all the way until you feel his teeth grind against something solid. you think you might be suffocating. you think he might break your trachea.

* a strangled cry slips out of you. you tense even tighter, ready for him to do it.

* instead, he releases with a self-satisfied hum. it might be closer to a growl. you aren’t sure, being preoccupied with the blood rising in the little ring of indentations where his teeth split your skin.

* it stings when he sucks the blood from the wound, but the pain startles you less than his body appearing atop yours. he’s gripping your arms hard like you might try to run. instead, you find yourself clinging to him, legs hooking around his hips; which earns you a chuckle that sounds nearly genuine.

* he’s coaxing out weak sobs and tears for so long, you begin to wonder if he intends to do anything else. slowly, though, he’s bunching up your clothes and peeling away layers. he alternates between biting and lavishing attention on your skin, splitting and bruising the skin with his incisors before smoothing his cool hands across each plane and curve of your body to disperse the sharp pain.

* when he reaches for your panties, your fear spikes again. the sensation of his teeth skimming over the tender flesh of your inner thighs makes you tense up. the reaction doesn’t go unnoticed.

* he curls his arms around your thighs, not breaking eye contact. you inhale sharply when he captures your clit between his teeth. he hasn’t even bitten down, and yet your body’s already prickling in expectation.

* then his tongue slithers out. it takes every ounce of your self control not to lock your legs around his head. you can feel the hot, wet muscle pressing against your hole. your insides burn with lust as he pushes it inside you, tasting you. it drags inside you, writhing and contorting deliciously.

* each reaction earns you an approving hum. to you, it’s praise. to him, it’s positive reinforcement. habit building. another exercise to shape you.

* he wouldn’t admit it, but he craves you the same way. his love is grotesque and cruel, but something about him enjoys pleasuring you, too.

jesse cromeans

* cute, that you think he doesn’t already have his own series of homemade pornos featuring you and him.

* he’d never refuse submissions, though. he has a secret fondness for watching the security footage of his penthouse from when you’re alone in the bedroom, anyways.

* you’ll have left them on his pillow, the glove box in his car, maybe even at his work desk. you’re not worried about anyone else seeing them, since if they did, they’d have a day to live, maybe two, tops.

* he’ll tuck them into his wallet for later and go about his business, maybe send you a sly text, something along the lines of what you should be wearing when he gets home.

* you’re checking your hair and kicking your legs when his car pulls in. you’re up against the window, waving and looking down at him as he gets out. when he looks up at you, you receive only a signed ‘naughty’ in greeting.

* he takes his time at the front door, tucking his shoes into the closet and hanging his coat as if you’re not wearing his favorite pair of silvery-gray lingerie, kneeled right in front of him.

* “my knees are going to bruise at this rate, you know.” you admonish, and the look you receive could turn you to stone.

* “good.”

* “guess i’ve learned my lesson: never sending nudes to you again,” you say playfully. that’s all it takes for him to yank you off the ground and press you against the wall.

* you hook your legs around his hips on instinct and can immediately feel his hard cock through his slacks.

* it takes a moment for him to relocate his tie from his neck to your eyes, but it’s worth it when you hear the mask clatter to the floor.

* “is this a punishment, or a treat?” you wonder aloud, grinding yourself against his crotch as he slides off your panties. his teeth sink into your shoulder at the same moment his fingers find your clit. both, you decide.

bo sinclair

* he is definitely 100% a fan. he’s standing in your doorway grinning the moment he finds them.

* “these are something special, sweetpea.” he drawls, smirking at you. even though it was your idea in the first place, you can’t help but blush. there’s something about his complete and utter assuredness in himself right now that makes you feel especially small.

* “i can’t help but want to recreate a few of these.” of course he’s going to rail you then and there. what else could the photos be but an invitation?

* hardly even takes the time to get your clothes off. there’ll be plenty of time for that later. just tugs your pants down off your hips and spits between your legs, sliding his fingers through your folds only once or twice before pulling down his fly and pressing his cock against you.

* you must have a dumb look on your face — you hadn’t even realized your mouth is open — because he feels the need to pause and lave his thumb across your tongue. “hungry for somethin’?” you can muster only a graceless ‘uh-huh,’ the weeping head of his cock still pulsing against you.

* “good.” then there’s that stretch. every single time, you have a moment where it feels like he won’t fit. you can feel exactly how tight you are around him. every thick, winding vein along the length of him. you only come back to yourself upon feeling his body press flush against yours.

* he fucks like an animal. his breath is ragged and hot across your skin, occasionally broken to bite and suck at your breasts. your ass and thighs have already gone numb from his skin clapping against yours. you can only press your forehead against him and scream for him.

* oh, he’s keeping the photos, too. he’ll even ask for more. he’s sticking them up around the garage, his room, the rear view of his truck. teases you if you complain about it.

vincent sinclair

* nearly creams his pants. i mean it.

* it’s not like he hasn’t seen you naked before, but this is really something else. with pictures, he’s less embarrassed about staring. he doesn’t need to worry about accidentally making you uncomfortable.

* with vincent, you know he appreciates every detail. every curve and plane of your body, the way you’ve got one of his sweaters pulled up just far enough to reveal your slit. he’s nearly drooling.

* “hey,” you’re stepping languidly down the basement stairs — still in his sweater — catching him right as he finds them. he yanks down his shirt over his crotch as if it would hide anything

* you can’t help but grin at him and nudge his hands away so you can straddle his lap, stretching your arms past his shoulders and pushing your chest up to his face.

* he’s kind of frozen in shock, but it’s not hard to tell he’s losing his mind for you, either.

* eventually his eyes raise to meet yours and he tips back the mask to kiss you.

* “i like it when you wear that.”

og myers

* he’s perfectly aware of what you’re trying to do. he knows you want to get him worked up so he’ll fuck you to pieces. and being the person he is, he does the exact opposite.

* sticks the photos in the breast pocket of his coveralls and goes on his merry way.

* days pass. you wonder if he’s even found the photos you left.

* (in the meantime, you’re resisting the urge to touch yourself by just thiiis much. it’s torturous. you’re not sure you want to wait for him to make the first move, anymore.)

* you test the waters by finding reasons to get into his personal space. first it’s just your hand against his. then, you’re up against his shoulder. eventually, you’re perched up on his lap and he’s barely acknowledged that you’re even here.

* “michael,” you hum, face hidden against his neck. he only grunts in response.

* you can’t help but suspect he’s doing this on purpose.

* “i missed you today.” grunt.

* “i’ve been thinking about you.” hmm.

* “michael, i want you.” mhm.

* finally, you flatten your hands against his cheeks and force him to meet your eyes.

* “mikey,” you whine. you don’t mind begging, but this is just excessive. “please, fuck me.”

* silence. you’re about to give up and stomp out of the room to go find your hitachi wand or something when his hand shoots up to your throat.

* in one quick motion, he forces you underneath him on the bed.

* it’s his turn to tease, now.

#slashers x reader #sending them photos

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This also deserves its own post.

Read the chapters for this erotic Thomas Hewitt x AFAB reader fanfic here

#our big protector #she looks so small next to him #thomas hewitt art #reblog #others art

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The Fruit After the Flesh 18+ -Chapter 9-

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 4,872 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings: Sexual language, foul language, scary moment. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: This chapter took me so long to complete! I had to read over it and edit like four times. I took 48 hrs to make all the art pieces starting from 3pm march first until 6am march second, took a nap, started back up to finish the art at 2:30pm and finalized EVERYTHING for upload at 6am March 3rd. I'm tired bro, I got so carried away with the art I really should have cut it down to just 3 images but artists always suffer for their passion, it's our curse. Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

Tag List: @fan-goddess , @artxasa

Chapter 9

The days at the Hewitt house went by slow as molasses, within these dragging days a construction crew had arrived and began repairing your home. They worked quickly and made a lot of headway which is unusual for contractors, the team seemed eager to leave for some unspoken reason. The foreman said that in one month, you would get your home back; you were excited to have your life get back on track despite enjoying your time at the Hewitt house. You made sure to water and trim the fruit trees so that they didn’t overgrow or die, since Dover was still missing, all the responsibility was left up to you. There was so much work to do but you were happy to be able to contribute your time to the property. In the passing days you didn’t see much of Tommy, he seemed preoccupied and was frequently away from the farm which only made the days last longer for you.

Half past 4pm, the day was really wearing on you and the sun was getting low in the sky so you decided to leave the orchard and head back to the Hewitt house to rest. On your walk back, you think about Tommy’s room and what it must look like, when you saw the door under that menacing red light it was simultaneously both frightening and intriguing.

The basement was such a dark and quiet place, so spacious and empty; You remembered that room with hooks that Tommy swiftly prevented you from exploring, your curiosity grew when he spun you around and slammed the door shut. This family has a mysterious history to you, the mention of them allegedly eating people weighed heavy on your mind -can I really get past the fact that they might have been cannibals? – it felt easier to gaslight yourself into thinking everything was fine, so you ran it out of your head.

When you arrived at the house, you make your way through the parlor and see Luda Mae sitting on the couch in the living room. She was reading a romance novel with a muscular, golden-haired man on the cover, it was reminiscent of the classics you had seen in your grandmothers closet as a kid. She sees you and places the book down to the side hurriedly as if she was ashamed of what she was reading,

“I-uh-ahem” She stuttered,

You smile politely “Reading anything good?”

She laughs, “Yeah, this one’s real saucy too. Thought I might get lost in it for a while.”

You felt bad for interrupting her, “Well don’t let me stop you, I’m just heading over to my room for some rest before dinner.”

she replies, “Oh, shoot that reminds me, best get dinner started now.” Luda Mae gets up with a groan and starts walking towards the kitchen.

“Time really does fly by when you find a good book.” She laughs as she passes.

You go to your room and get yourself changed and freshened up before dinner, you didn’t want to be around everyone while having the sweat of farmwork still lingering. You put on a comfortable pair of black tights and a white tank top which matched the white walking shoes you slipped on your feet.

When dinner was ready, you left your room to meet with the Hewitts at the dining table. The scent of roast chicken and baked corn wafted into the room, you were starving from having worked all day. Charlie was already sitting at the table when you arrived, he looked at you and said,

“Didja see the progress on the house?”

You take a seat, “Yeah, it’s coming along really fast, I’m surprised.”

He laughs “Don’t be, that crew probably knows this area ain’t so safe for ‘em. They’re smart, gonna get their paycheck and fuck off.”

You furl your eyebrows, “Why isn’t it safe for them?”

“Ah- Uh...” Charlie stopped himself when he caught a glare from Luda Mae from the kitchen,

“Well, what if they were to get hurt hm? Ain’t no hospital nearby or nothin’” he looked pleased with his answer.

You reply, “That’s a good point I guess.”

You know there is something more to what he said, but you didn’t want to push him. Luda Mae brought in the food, placing it all on the table followed by a big jug of ice-water, she groaned as she sat down; Tommy however, was missing tonight and you were worried,

You ask, “Where is Tommy? Is he not eating?”

Charlie laughs “That boy not eat? Maybe when hell freezes over after pigs fly n’ the fat lady sings.”

A devilish grin forms on his face before he turns to Luda Mae and says,

“Hey Luda, get the ball rollin’ n’ start singin’, then when the pigs grow wings Satan’s ass’ll turn to ice and the boy won’t be eatin’ us outta house n’ home no more.”

Luda Mae just rolls her eyes, she turns to you and says,

“Don’t worry hun, Charlie brought somethin’ to him so he don’t starve out there.”

You push for more info, “He’s been so busy lately; I feel like I never get to see him anymore. Where is he anyway?”

Charlie grabs a chicken leg and bites into it, he starts speaking with his mouth full,

“He’d shred us in half if we toldja. He’s been workin’ real hard though, wants to show you what all he’s been doin’ tonight”

Charlie swallows his food and continues, “He’s got a big ole’ hard on for you girlie, you better not be trailin’ him along fer nothin’, or he might lose it.”

Luda Mae whips her dishcloth at Charlie, who just smiles and winks at you. Luda Mae looks at you and says,

“Hope you get used to this foul-mouthed pig here, I might die from having to apologize on his behalf all darn day.”

She shakes her head at him and follows, “Thomas wants to meet up with you after you’re done eatin’. He wants to show you what he’s been workin’ on.”

Charlie pipes in, “Yeah, I bet he wants to show you somethin’. Probably whip out the fuckin’ anaconda he’s hidin’ down there. For an ugly motherfucker he sure was blessed. God is a real shit heel for that one.”

You squint your eyes at him, and he continues,

“He used to bathe outside when he was a youngin’ but once he grew up a bit the bulls started feelin’ emasculated.” Charlie starts laughing hysterically.

Luda Mae hides her face in her hands, she yells out,

“Why’r you talkin’ bout my boy’s privates like that!? You tryin’ to make us all upset?”

Charlie is now red in the face from laughing, he gets a sick pleasure in making people uncomfortable, but if anything, it just made you unbearably curious. You caught a glimpse of his erection when you watched Tommy run from you at the pond, it was greatly obscured but from what you could see, it was huge; You were able to feel the size and firmness of it in the laundry room, which factualized Charlies words.

He looked over at you, his eyes were watery from laughing so hard, he says,

“I’m sorry honey buns, but you need to be warned before you let him stick that goddamn two by four in ya.” He continues to laugh while he shovels corn into his mouth. You were still not used to his outlandish way of conversation and it made you blush.

The rest of dinner was mostly just Luda Mae trying to keep the subject matter light and Charlie giggling to himself. Once you cleared the table and packed away the leftovers, Luda Mae guides you to the door and says,

“Go wait for him by the silo, he’ll take you to his surprise. I hope you like it dear.”

The sun was now deep on the horizon which was losing its rosy hue, twinkling planets were already visible and the moon was following the dark part of the sky. You see Thomas leaning against the silo, he had one hand in his pocket and the other was fiddling with some wheat from the field to check the progress of the crop. He was wearing a very loosely fit tank top that looked old and worn, his pants were a pale blue jean with dirt and other stains scattered all over, he was still wearing his working boots which means he must have completed this surprise only today.

He looks up from what he was doing, when he sees you, he stood up straight, dropping the wheat to the ground. You could tell he was smiling, his deep blue eyes squishing upward gave it away, this made you smile wide as you felt knots form in your stomach. You felt like you hadn’t seen him in forever, time away really does make the heart grow fonder, it was agony not being able to spend time with him. He extended his hand to you and when you placed your hand in his and realized how small you really were compared to him, you felt like you could only hold onto two of his fingers while he could easily cover more than just your hand with his.

He looked at you and carefully pulled you toward the forest,

“Where are we going? It’s dark in there, sort of scary, isn’t it?” You were hesitant to be going into a dark forest as the sun was rapidly losing its light, he looked at you and tilted his head to the side,

“I’m here” he said calmly.

His voice was so deep and reassuring. You rarely ever hear him speak, so it felt like you won the lottery whenever he did utter out anything. He was walking slowly, he made sure to accommodate the vast difference in gait you both had by staying behind you, he guided you by gently moving you in the right direction with his hand on your shoulder. Even though you were nervous about the darkness of the forest, you felt safe with Tommy close to you. He was so large and unbelievably strong that there was no way harm could come to you.

Suddenly, Tommy stopped and turned you around to face him, he took your hands and covered your eyes with them, you couldn’t help but smile. He put his hand on the middle of your back to guide you further in, you trusted that he would ensure you don’t trip and fall. The ground went from dirt and crunching leaves, to soft grass, then a hard flat surface. Each step you took made a hollow wooden noise as if you were at a harbor. Tommy stopped you and moved your hands from your eyes. You looked around and gasped, you were on a dock that sat on top of the pond.

The moon was already shining a bright light on the water making it look like glass, the stars that now shone in the night sky were reflecting off the surface and turned the pond into what looked like a portal into space. The gentle croaking of frogs created a peaceful ambience, and as you walked further onto the dock you saw some wooden chairs to relax on, one was much larger than the other.

“Did you make all this?” your voice was exasperated with awe.

Tommy nodded again and pointed at you,

You smiled “You made this for me?”

He nodded again and went to sit on the largest chair, he tapped his hand on the other chair to get you to sit with him. You sat down and the deep seat forced you to recline which was relaxing.

“I’ve never had anyone do something like this for me. Thank you, Tommy, you’re such a thoughtful man.”

Tommy looked at you and nodded slowly, he made an approving ‘hmph’ noise, he felt good about pleasing you. The heat tonight was thick, it made your skin sticky with sweat, and you could see a slick shine on Tommy’s arms and chest. You get up from the chair to put your hand in the water, testing its temperature, small fish reveal themselves as they flash in the moonlight. You stand up and remove your shoes, Tommy stands up nervously and you giggle,

“Don’t worry, I won’t take off my shirt or underwear. It’s too hot to just sit down when we have the most immaculate natural pool right under our feet.”

You slowly take off your tights and fold them neatly on top of your shoes, the black thong you had underneath did nothing to conceal your feminine shape; Tommy turns away from you, staring off into the sky in an attempt to avoid gawking at you. It was amusing to you since he already saw most of your body the first time you were in the pond. You slowly lower yourself into the cool water of the pond, its cooling temperature feels like heaven.

Tommy heard you get in and slowly turns around to see you on your back, floating gently with the moon’s reflection circling your body, you looked like a goddess. You saw that he was just standing there watching you, you swim up to the dock and put your arms on the edge, you say,

“You know, you don’t have to just watch me.”

Seeing him act so shy was strange, a polar opposite of the last time you were both in the laundry room where he made no qualms of pushing himself up against your clothed pussy with his dick begging for entry. You watched as he took off his clothes, throwing them sloppily next to your neatly folded pile. You were annoyed that he was wearing black boxers which concealed the shape and size of his package too well, but being able to see his body almost completely unclothed was still enough to have you biting your lip in excitement.

Tommy had very long legs which were complemented by his thick thighs, his butt was muscular from having to haul his hefty body weight all over the farm. His torso was exactly as you pictured it, he had heavy muscle underneath a layer of fat that softened any sharp edges and did nothing but add mass to his already impressive size. His pecs were large and heaved with every breath he took, a smattering of soft hair covered the base of his chest and ran down his abdomen leading towards his groin, getting less sparse the lower it went.

Seeing him so exposed was odd, most people would look vulnerable, but he only looked more intimidating and fearsome especially since his arm muscles were well defined despite his soft torso. His size was not a mirage from thick clothes or padded jackets like most men you encountered, he really was authentically a behemoth of a man.

He lowered himself into the pond and let out a sigh of relaxation when he submerged his torso under the surface. You smile, and swim over to him,

“You deserve to relax after working so hard. I hope we could make this a frequent thing, something we could do together.”

You waited for a response, he looked at you and then up to the sky, he let out a positive ‘hm’ and nodded. You felt like you were in a dream, nothing you experienced was ever this beautiful, and no man was ever as generous as Tommy, you wanted to live in this moment forever. Tommy stands up in the water, he turns to you and grabs your hand to pull you to another part of the pond,

“C’mere” he says.

He pushes past some thick reeds and you end up in a tiny alcove where the water comes up to your chin and tall grasses circle you both which made the area very intimate. Tommy sees you struggling to keep your head out of water, he bends over you and grabs the smallest area on your waist under your ribs with both hands and he lifts you out of the water effortlessly. You let out a short-excited scream as he pulls you up and holds you close to his body. You’re barely able to straddle him, your chest was now just under his chin, your tank top clung to your breasts exposing your now hardened nipples. You placed both arms over his shoulders to prevent yourself from smothering his face with your bosom. He was so strong that you were able to sit comfortably on just the one arm, he looks out towards the grass and says,

“Watch”

Tommy used his free hand to splash water across the grass around you and it erupted with whirring, a horde of fireflies sprung out from their hiding places and lit up the night. You were stunned,

“I’ve never seen fireflies before, this is… this is magical.”

Tommy laughs and slowly turns to let you take in the full effect of the display before you, the glow of the fireflies created a warm soft light that was bright enough to let you see his eyes clearly, you couldn’t help but stare. He looked up at you, his eyes half lidded and glossy, he drank in every inch of the enchanting sight before him. When he looked into your eyes it was like projecting his soul into your mind, you could feel his emotions and you felt a deep comfort from it, like a warm blanket on a cold winter night.

You reach up and move his hair away from his face, he took your hand and held it to his cheek as he pressed his face into your touch, his eyes closing and letting out a deep breath. You smile at him and decide to be brave; you begin to slowly remove his mask but he abruptly stops your action with his hand, you could see his expression was full of worry, you say,

“If I keep my eyes closed will you let me take off your mask? I promise not to open them.”

Tommy looks off to the side thinking, he wasn’t scared of anything except losing you and he was worried that if you saw his full face, it would disturb you. He wondered what you were going to do, but the fear was stopping him from finding out. You see him deep in thought and speak again,

“Look” you close your eyes tightly, “I can’t see a thing, I promise I won’t peek.”

Tommy trusted you, and despite the anxiety running through his system, he removed his mask and let it hang down on one ear. He took your hand and guided it up to the left side of his face, which had no significant damage compared to the other side. You feel his stubble and softly move your hand down to his lips, they were smooth and parted slightly. You smile when your fingers reached his mouth, despite not being able to see his face, from what you were able to feel, you knew he was handsome. You slowly lower your head down and pause, hovering your lips over his and testing to see what he would allow. He didn’t resist.

You pressed your lips onto his and immediately felt a jolt of hormonal chemicals race through you like an electric shock, he let out a muffled sound of surprise. He pressed back and slowly lowered your body so he could kiss you on a more equal level. You extended the kiss by opening your mouth slightly, parting his lips only to press in on them again passionately, Tommy reciprocated the motion and was now breathing heavily through his nose, you could hear his heart beating loudly in his chest as he groaned with arousal, it was so deep that it vibrated into your chest further exciting you.

You could feel some strange deformation on one side of his face, your lips didn’t quite connect with his fully on his right side. You stayed closer to his left side since it felt a little bit more intact, you wished you could see how unique his face was. Imagining the damage done to him at such a young age was upsetting, it only emboldened your feelings for him.

The kiss was long and passionate, you both couldn’t get enough of each other, it felt like a sin to stop. Every time you pulled back from his lips, he leaned into you to catch them again parting and closing your mouths to enhance the connection you both so desperately craved. You could smell the air from his nose washing over you, it was strangely intoxicating almost like it was fresh mountain air which aroused you further. His free arm was now trailing up your spine until his hand found a resting place on the back of your neck.

You wanted more of him; your emotions were getting so intense that you moaned each time the pressure of the kiss increased. You placed your left hand on his shoulder, and your right on his collarbone. You ran your fingers over the thick muscle tensing on his neck, his carotid artery was pulsating with his heart beat, you continued feeling upwards and reached his jawline where his thick stubble prickled your fingertips. His features were so far above a stereotypically masculine ideal, it made you feel a cautious excitement, as if you encountered the final product of evolutionary success aimed to create a monster of man.

You finally pull away, making sure to keep your eyes closed. You are breathing heavily, letting out a soft moan as you lean your head back to get more air. Tommy covers his face back with the mask and gazes at you still drunk off the kiss and feeling lighter than air. The fireflies have now dispersed to the point where it was very dim around you both. He carries you back to the shallow area of the pond so you could stand up.

You smile, “Thank you for trusting me.”

Tommy nods and smiles under his mask. You wade in the water around him as he sits in the water so his torso is once again submerged, his head leaned back and eyes closed. You look around at the leftover fireflies lazily floating over top the glassy pond surface, the water gently laps at your hips.

A feeling of unease creeps into your body and raises the hairs on the back of your neck, you stop moving and a sudden wave of anxiety rushed over you. In this moment you freeze and quiet your breathing, you felt an instinct to try to listen to the world around you very carefully but you couldn’t hear anything out of the ordinary. The feeling of something being…off was now overwhelming and setting you on edge. You quietly move closer to Tommy to create a sort of protective border from the surroundings and hold onto his arm, he opens his eyes and looks at you with concern.

“Somethings wrong” you say in a hushed tone.

Tommy immediately got up from his sitting position and stood alert, he closed his arms around you and searched with his eyes to see what spooked you;

He breathed out slowly and moved you back towards the dock. You were confused and frightened, a tense gut feeling was like an ancient ancestral alarm which you knew should never be ignored. He helped you up on the dock and followed behind after you walked toward your clothes. You quickly put on your tights and shoes and as Tommy got his clothes on you looked around, trying to find the source for this sudden dread. You slowly panned across the forest, until you see it.

In the distance, and shrouded in the shadows of night, a silhouette of a person stood still. It was too dark to make out any features and just as you saw them, they disappeared into the bush as if they were nothing but a hallucination. You get closer to Tommy who just finished pulling his shirt down over his body, you press your back into him to feel a sense of security. Tommy looks at you and bends his upper body over you as he looks around,

“Where” he says firmly,

You point to where the shadow was and whisper, “There was someone there, watching us.”

He didn’t need to see what you saw in order to know that the energy outside had shifted, all he wanted to do was get you to safety. He lifted you up into his arms and held you tightly, he took one look around to ensure the exit was safe and bolted; His movements were agile and fast, it almost felt supernatural. The trees whip past and you quickly lose sight of the pond, his footsteps reverberating thuds as he moves through the woods with expert agility. Your eyes are wide with fear as you watch the forest behind you darken the further away you get; How Tommy was able to see things in the dark was a mystery to you.

Finally, you are out of the wooded area and coming up to where the silo was, the feeling of dread dissipates and Tommy slows his pace down, he wasn’t even huffing and puffing like most people would be doing after running so fast with a grown adult in their arms.

You hug him tightly, “Thank you for carrying me.”

You give him a kiss on his neck and continue to tighten your grip. Tommy brings you into the house and shuts the door behind you both, he gently lowers you to the floor, you keep hugging him as you stand on your tip toes. He felt very protective of you and was mad that someone scared you so much. His rage was building the more he thought about someone being on his property watching the two of you. He wondered how they would have been able to evade the multiple traps he set up around the pond perimeter.

Tommy grabs your shoulders and pushes you back slowly, he lifts your chin to have you look up at him. He sees the worried look on your face and it fuels his rage of the intruder,

“Go sleep, I gotta do somethin’.”

His voice was rich in baritone, you could hear anger in his words. You didn’t want him to leave, but before you could tell him to stay, he was out the door. You made your way to the washroom to shower off the pond water and get ready for sleep, Luda Mae and Charlie were already asleep upstairs, unaware of the situation. You were disturbed by what you saw, but as long as Tommy was out there, you felt safe in the house. You went to bed that night worried, who was that shadow and what will happen if Tommy catches them? The morning couldn’t come soon enough.

#another chapter is here!#thomas hewitt x reader #aww they kissed finally!#not the anaconda joke please I can't XD #but we know it's probably true if Hoyt says that hehe #love the fanarts for this story ♥

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