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hauntedjohnny · 8 months

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A PIECE OF MEAT

johnny x reader (est. relationship) | sissy x reader

wc: 7k tw: DUB-CON | NON-CON. bondage. gags. objectification. possession. knife play. blood play. oral sex (m+f). spanking. humiliation. nipple play. slapping. branding. p in v. breeding.

MINORS DNI

a/n: i seperated the sissy section in case anyone wants to skip it. this is my first fic. it may be my last. enjoy :)

It wasn't every day that you were left alone without company. It wasn't every day that you were given the power to tend to the family gas station. One misstep into one of Nubbin's macabre creations left Drayton off his feet, going off about how he can't count on no one around here.

His misfortune opened a door of opportunity for you; Drayton still hadn't warmed up to you completely, so you'd been trying to get on his good side by helping around the house. Hysterical giggles bounced off the walls of the house as Nubbins reenacted the mishap for Sissy and Bubba. The laughter trailed off as you made your way through the house to find Drayton sitting in the living room, his foot being iced by a slice of meat.

"I can't think straight with all this craziness going on," he murmured to himself, rubbing his temples to relieve the tension. Timidly, you approached him, giving a light cough to make your presence known.

"Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Sawyer, but I was just wondering if you were gonna need help with the gas station tomorrow." Gesturing to his legs, you trailed off. "Seeing as you're in no state to be on your feet all day n all."

He stared at you for a moment, his eyes squinting at the proposal. Seeing nothing but sincerity in your eyes, he reluctantly shrugged his shoulders.

"Was thinking of just closing for that day," he hummed, tilting his head to the side, "but money is getting tight with that extra mouth of yours... I don't see why not." Your eyes widen in surprise, thinking he'd laugh at your offer. "Lord knows no one else in this house is competent enough for such a task."

That morning, he reluctantly gave you a ring of keys, slowly walking you through each one and what he expected of you that day. His patronizing tone was unable to dull the excitement buzzing through you; the prospect of spending the day out of the house alone was a once-in-a-blue-moon occurrence. Turning the sign on the door to open, you started your day eagerly, repeating his rules in your head like a mantra.

It turns out all the regulars are dreary or crazed, the morning rush filled with short conversations and confused stares. Leaving the cool confines, you decided to refill the vending machine out front, the heat from the mid-day sun causing a wetness to form on the back of your tank top. A set of large tires rumbling against the gravel pulled your focus from the monotonous task. Turning to greet the customer, your eyes fell on the figure of a young man you'd never seen before.

"Howdy, miss. Sorry to bother you, but I was just wondering if you could help me find my way. I appear to have found myself lost." He stated, raising the map with one hand and the other dragging through his blonde hair to soothe his nerves.

Drawn to his niceties, you smile and nod shyly. "Easy to get lost in these parts, with all the roads looking the same. Where you headed?"

"The Jackson ranch. It's my grandpa's; he needs help with upkeep in his old age. Stubborn bastard says he's fine but thought it wouldn't hurt to stay awhile." He chuckled bashfully.

Truthfully, you didn't really know where this ranch was. You barely knew the area from the house to the gas station. But this was the most interaction you'd had with anyone new in a while; surely it wouldn't hurt to pretend. The map was placed on the vending machine in front of you. You stared at the lines, trying to find your bearings, before a thick finger fell in front of your eyes, marking the gas station. With an awkward laugh, you placed your finger next to his and traced up the road you traveled this morning, trying to recall any ranches nearby. Drayton's voice comes to mind as he scolds Nubbins about straying too close to the graveyard, telling him to go no further than the Jackson ranch. Or was it the Johnson ranch? You bit your lip in contemplation, unaware of the man studying your face.

Deciding that he wouldn't call your bluff, you point close to the graveyard. "Should be around here, sir."

He scoffed at the title: "No need for those formalities; it wounds me seeing a pretty thing like yourself talk to me like I'm withered."

He introduces himself, presenting his hand for you to shake. You offer your name back, heat blooming in your cheeks at the compliment. Questions get thrown back and forth as you get to know each other, a breath of fresh air for both of you. Even the rumbling of a second set of tires isn't enough to drag you out of your bubble. Johnny observes you from the driver's seat as the man leans into you, causing a laugh to bubble from your chest. The movement of the truck door opening draws the man's attention. He cowers at the daggers being thrown his way, knowing he's overstepped in some way.

"I better be off, neighbour. I hope to be seeing more of you soon," he winks. You scoff at his forwardness, turning back to the vending machine as you say your farewell. What you didn't notice was the man lingering behind you as you bent down to grab the warm soda bottles, your denim shorts exposing the softness of your upper thighs. The roar of an engine signaled his departure as you went back to mindlessly refilling the machine, a soft hum filling the silence.

"Who was that?" A voice spoke beside you.

Glass hit the floor with a crash as you brought your hand to settle your startled heart, sticky soda seeping into the black boots of the man behind you. His shadow engulfed you, protecting you from the hot rays. The scowl forming on Johnny's face made you raise an eyebrow.

"Family of the Jackson Ranch; just need some help getting there, s'all," you reassured suspiciously, meeting his eye as you stood. He was standing so close that you could feel the growl emanating from his chest. His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you tight against him.

"You always flirt like a needy whore with boys who need help?" Johnny's breath on your face sent a chill down your spine before settling into your core. Noses centimeters apart, you felt his nostrils flare at the thought. His mocking grin dared you to divulge your fiery heart's desires. Intensity radiates off him as his dark eyes stare you down. A moment passed.

"Only the pretty ones," you coyly provoked. The sudden force of being pushed against the machine winded you, with a strong grip on your throat preventing you from catching your breath. Despite this, a wolfish grin found its way to your face. You'd never seen a jealous Johnny. It was exciting. Responsibilities faded from your mind. Anticipation swirled in your eyes. Before you could poke the bear harder, he dropped his gloved hand from your throat and made his way to the back of his truck. You tried to blink away the confusion, watching him take a couple of jerry cans and fill them up with gas.

Abandoning the safety of the gas station, you tentatively followed Johnny's movement before speaking up, "I was only playing, Johnny. You know I don't have eyes for anyone else." There was a facetious ring to your tone.

You cleared the nerves out of your throat when he turned his back away from you. Rolling your bottom lip into your teeth, you sway impatiently, kicking the dust beneath you, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your frayed top. You desperately tried to come up with something to say as you watched him finish up with the cans, not wanting him to leave upset. As he walks past you, you paw at his shirt, causing him to stop in his tracks. Pleading eyes met void eyes. A whine of his name causes them to glaze over.

"In the truck." He demanded.

"Johnny, you know I can't leave this place unattended. I'd be kicked out quicker than a greased pig." You argued, words going in one ear and out the other.

"Now." He snarled, taking the keys from your pocket before sauntering to the gas station entrance.

Your tongue pokes at your cheek in annoyance, eyes rolling as you muttered curses under your breath. Stubborn bastard. The open sign turns to closed before you can close the truck door. Like a moth to a flame, your eyes meet Johnny's as he brings the engine to life. He turns away, pulling out of the gas station. Eyes not moving, you sit, waiting for the bomb to explode next to you. Johnny has never had control of his emotions.

You bit your tongue waiting for him to start, but your impatience won, causing you to meekly break the silence. "Johnny, I'm sorry. He really just needed help."

The wind whistled through the truck.

"Can't even notice when someone's eyein' ya up like a piece of meat, can ya?" His voice was calm and low—unsettling.

"Johnny, it wasn't like that. He was being neighbourly" you began defending yourself, rolling your eyes at the pending argument brewing.

Your words were met with nothing but a scoff—not the reaction you were expecting. Apprehensively, you glanced over at Johnny, expecting him to be staring back at you. His eyes were glued to the dusty road ahead of him. You could tell he was angry; he's always had a short fuse, but it never felt cold like it did now. Your eyes jumped around his face, desperately trying to understand what his problem was. Did he not trust you? His jaw clenched under your hot gaze, gloved hands tightening around the steering wheel as he adjusted himself in his seat slightly, trying to subdue the feelings buzzing inside him.

You lay your head against the window, hoping the coolness would soothe some anxiety, but you were only met with warmth where it had been out in the sun all day. The silence was more unbearable than the heated argument you expected, receiving nothing but a disapproving click of his tongue every time you tried to break it. A tight knot formed in your stomach as you replayed the interaction over and over. Had you been flirting with him? Sure, you may have smiled more than with the other customers, but they all speak in grunts; it was nice to have an actual conversation with someone. With a sigh, you focus on the fields turning into a blur of dusty yellow, frustration brewing in your chest.

You get broken out of your daze by a door slamming behind you, the vibrations shaking the truck. Your eyes follow him as he walks around the hood, rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck. A film of sweat has formed on his forehead, dark splotches colouring his shirt, speaking to how much physical work he'd done in the Texan morning heat.

A swing of your door caused a familiar gust of septic and blood to enter your nose—the slaughterhouse, the place where there's more iron in the air than water. Johnny's suede hand gripped your upper arm and pulled you out of the car, slamming the door behind you. He walked onward expectantly before you were able to spit out any questions. You'd never ventured past the parking lot of the slaughterhouse. The questions swirling in your head left you frozen in place, staring wide-eyed at the buildings in front of you. Did I mess up that badly? Was he going to kill me? A whistle echoes through the lot, causing you to lock eyes with Johnny standing in front of the unlocked facility building. A small smirk rose on his face as he watched you obediently scurry across the parking lot, stumbling over the short staircase on the way.

Now face-to-face with Johnny, he brought a hand to brush a loose hair behind your ears, eyes lazily dancing over your face as he read your every thought. You bit the inside of your cracked lip as you tried to do the same. With a light tap on your cheek, he moved out of the heat. You took a deep breath, filling your lungs with air you didn't realise you were depriving yourself of, before following Johnny into the facility building. Quick on his tail, he leads you through the crumbling corridors until you reach the other side. Overgrown weeds tickled at your ankles as you made your way to a worn-down building. It smelt earthier in here, the wooden walls sheltering you from the scalding sun. It wasn't the slaughterhouse he was taking you to; it was the... holding pen?

The question finally falls off your tongue. "What are we doing here, Johnny?"

He crossed his arms, the muscles bulging, as he dragged his eyes across your figure, "Well, darling, if you wanna act like a piece of meat, then imma treat you like one."

Your eyebrows furrowed as he slowly approached you, but before you could contest, he grabbed you by the scruff of your neck, pulling you deeper into the holding pen. He stopped in front of a wooden structure with three holes in it. It was clearly not designed for cattle; it was too small. Your squirming body had no effect on his actions as he unlocked the frame. The pleas falling from your lips dissolved into the thick air as he pushed you forward towards the pillory. Unable to catch your footing, you fell into place, your head and hands now bound by the wooden barriers. Hair fell onto your face, restricting your already limited view. You felt your breathing get heavier in anticipation, the crunch of boots on the dirty floor being the only indicator of Johnny's position.

The feeling of hands on your stomach made you tense. Johnny's fingers hastily unbuttoned your shorts and pulled them down your legs, discarding them in the dirt behind him. A soft huff left his lips as he pulled his knife out of the sheath on his belt. The warm air hits your breasts as he sheds you of your tank top. The only sound you could hear was the blood in your head—the buzzing getting louder as every second passed. You closed your eyes to try and quell the sound, but a strong grip on your jaw opened them instinctually. Johnny's eyes stared into your doe-like ones.

"Got anything to say to me?"

A beat passed.

"I'm so sorry, Johnny. Really, I promise I didn't mean to," you whine out, words melting together, before being hushed by a low chuckle and finger tapping your lips.

He slowly rose from his hunched position as he tutted, "Not quite the answer I wanted, but I guess that's on me. How am I to expect you to know how to use your tongue when you can't even use your eyes? What stupid slut can't tell the difference between a neighbourly gaze and a sexual one?"

He undid the buckle of his belt and unzipped his jeans, revealing the leaking tip of his penis against his stomach. You were dumbfounded. A wave of shame ran through your body as your eyes met the floor, suddenly finding the tracks in the dirt very interesting. Johnny, however, didn't let you get distracted as he grabbed the hair that had fallen over your face and tugged it so your eyes met his. The warm stickiness on your lips made your eyes flutter closed, but a click of his tongue accompanied by a yank of your hair opened them in shock, your mouth following suit. The sharp pain on your scalp made a small gasp leave your lips as he met it halfway. You gag at the sensation of him brushing the back of your throat. The sound trailing off into a soft moan as he began to rut himself into your slack jaw.

"Such a dumb little thing already. Look at me," he demanded. "Does this look neighbourly to you? Is this the kinda thing you'd let a neighbour do to you? Because I know this is all that boy could think about when he saw you."

A harsh slap across your cheek had you shaking your head, eyes wide, pleading in apology. His pace quickened as tears started to prickle in your eyes and a dull ache spread through your jaw. The lack of oxygen made you delirious, causing a low whine to escape around him. The feeling of the vibration coupled with the sight of drool running down your chin caused him to throw his head back and pull harder at the hair underneath his covered fingers. He lets out a low curse before his breath hitches. The smell of musty sweat fills your nose as he buries your face in the coarse hair covering his pubic bone. Squirming does nothing as his cum finally shoots down your throat.

The taste is bitter, but you know better than to spit it out. His hold loosens under your sagging body as he catches his breath, running a hand through his hair. Once the twitching subsides, Johnny slowly pulls out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva that connects you both. A choked gasp left you as your lungs begged for oxygen. You croaked out a soft, apologetic Johnny.

"Pieces of meat like yourself don't speak," he tutted as he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, causing you to pout.

You try to focus on your breathing as Johnny buttons up his jeans and wanders to the other side of the pen. Hearing his return, you crane your neck to see what he has—a black bar with a leather buckle. Your mouth opens in question, but Johnny meets the forming words by stuffing the gag bit into your mouth and buckling it around the side of your head. You shake your head, trying to push it out with your tongue. Johnny kneels in front of you, brushing his nose against yours to mimic your struggles before letting out a dark chuckle.

Your body was unable to comply with the buzz of frustration in your chest, forcing you to sag in defeat, blood bubbling with rage as Johnny takes a step back to study your situation. He moves out of your eyesight, the footsteps growing quieter as they move behind you. It's quiet for a moment before his rough, calloused hands start trailing up and down your body, his heedful eye locked on each groove and bump until he reaches your heat. He pokes the dark spot that has formed on your underwear, causing you to twitch and cry out.

"Y'know, I could teach you a thing or two if you just listened. It's a dangerous world out there." He trailed off with a sharp inhale and a slap to your underwear-covered cheeks.

Ripping echoes through the pen as Johnny tears the underwear off your body, leaving you exposed to the elements. A new wave of defiance rolls through your body, kicking and twisting your legs, trying to preserve some dignity. An impatient sigh falls on your back as Johnny grabs some discarded rope in the corner and ties each flailing ankle to a metal loop screwed into the base of the wooden restraint. Now spread and open, he watches you thrash against the new restrictions to see if they'll give.

"You could've made this a lot easier on yourself, darling. Nothin' I ain't seen before," he huffs.

He's right. Johnny has had access to all parts of your body before, but not like this, not when you didn't have access to his. This was new. This was different. Your body started to relax in its hold, as you remember; this is just Johnny. Your Johnny.

Mockingly, a knife starts to run down your spine. "Now, it's time to teach you a lesson."

Despite the trepidation, you slowly nod your head and take a deep breath. Just keep breathing. He trails the knife down your back as if following an invisible guide. When he reaches your lower back, he pushes the knife deeper, leaving a thin, horizontal trail of blood. Johnny's lack of self-control was clear as he licked across the cut he had just made. It always tastes best when it's fresh. In quick succession, he makes more shallow cuts on your back, explaining cuts of meat as he goes: the loin is the most tender meat down here on the lower back; above it are the ribs (perfect for barbecuing); and then we have your cheaper chuck. A trail of prickly fire spreads from your lower back to your shoulders as blood oozes out of all your cuts. You start to become restless as he leans back and admires his work, his hands resting on your hips.

Whimpers escape the gag, causing a smirk to creep onto Johnny's face, "Oh, sweetheart, I'm only treatin' ya like the thing you are," he says, bringing his hand down to your ass to cease your fidgeting. "Besides, we've not gotten to my favourite part yet."

He crouches behind you, one knee deep in the dust. He slowly drags the knife to the underside of your cheek, turns the blade, and pushes a deep cut across, causing blood to trickle down your leg. You buck away from the sensation, gritting your teeth around the gag as you grow uncomfortable. Pain and pleasure start to merge when Johnny starts suckling on the flesh of your thigh.

"This is the shank," he mutters against your thigh. "Used to tenderize it for Mama's stew; said it makes the meat less tough and more succulent."

He held your flesh between his teeth, applying more pressure, until he could feel the blood beneath your skin rushing to the surface. Sweat, blood, and saliva covered your thighs as he took his time playing and fondling. Arousal starts forming in your lower stomach. Fog starts clouding your brain. A muffled moan echoed through the holding pen, telling him you were at his beck and call. His mouth made its way to your sticky cunt, mixing the blood on his tongue with your arousal.

"Leaking like a faucet..." He groans, mouth watering at the thought of your juices.

Enamoured by your scent, he found himself buried in you, his nose prodding at your entrance as both hands wrapped inside and around your thighs to pull you closer. Instinctually, you push yourself towards him in desperation, eager to be relieved. Unable to deny you, his tongue grazed against your clit, making its way up your puffy slit. Two broad fingers followed in its tracks. Johnny's mouth watered at the sight of your glistening folds; a tight squeeze on either side causing more of your excitement to seep onto his tongue.

A guttural moan bounced off the walls when his rough thumb began drawing circles on your clit, his dick twitching at the sound. His mouth replaced his fingers as he latched onto your swollen clit, rolling it against his tongue. You could do nothing but quiver and moan as he spread your cheeks, groaning at the sight. You clenched your fist as if you had hold of his greasy locks, your eyes rolling back as he hummed into your heat. Thighs tightened around his head, spurring him on. He relentlessly lapped at you, like a ravenous dog burying itself in his last meal. Sharp canines scraped against you, the animalistic nature of his actions bringing you closer to the edge. He's hungry for you. An endless spur of nonsense fills the room as your body tightens against his hold. He knows you're about to cum. He always knew what your body wanted. A burning white is all you see as fire spreads through your body. Kneading the flesh in his hands, he let you chase your high, suffocating him with your excitement before melting against his mouth.

A cool, hard sensation against your throbbing pussy pulls you back into reality. Johnny rubs the blood-stained knife up and down your puffy slit, collecting your juices. Twisting the knife in the air, he admires how it glistens in the beam of light leaking through the wall crack before wiping it clean on his bicep and putting it back in its sheath.

Dragging one hand across his chin, the other slides the unbuckled brown leather out of its belt loops. Coolness brushed along your thighs, doing very little to soothe the throbbing marks Johnny left in his wake. Without thought, your hips tilted towards him in submission, making Johnny's chest fill with pride; he almost forgot about the boy at the gas station. Almost. Before you could even register the whipping sound slicing through the air, you felt it—the sharp sting of his belt. The impact caused your body to lunge forward, your knees buckling as you lost control. Johnny had never used his belt like this before; you often traced the insignia on the buckle, wondering where he got such a thing and how long it'd been with him. It felt strangely intimate. Merciless hits leave your head foggy with arousal, each eliciting a gasp, whimper, or wail. A sharp sting spreads its way to your core as tears start to form in the corner of your eyes, slowly making a trail down your face. Despite the brutality of his strikes, your body grew more aroused with each passing welt.

Obstructed, wet sobs harmonise with the sharp cracks of the belt. Your thighs trembled when he suddenly stopped. He traced his finger across the indents he'd just made—the design of his belt buckle marked into your skin. A heavy breath tickled you as he licked into the shallow dents of your skin, savouring the feeling of each divot before pulling away. A soothing coolness was left behind as the wet started to dry. The sound of his zipper made your body buzz with anticipation; your toes clenched at the idea of what was coming. Anticipation turned into confusion as you felt rough hands brushing at the wetness on your face, opening them to see Johnny looking as put-together as he started. As he pulled a hanky out of his back pocket to clean the snot that had fallen from your nose during the anguish, he saw the confusion swirling in your eyes.

A snicker passed his lips before he got up, his eyes never leaving your face. "You ain't leaving just yet, sweetheart." His silhouette grew smaller as he made his way to the doors you both entered. He quickly glanced over his shoulder at your tangled form, "Can't promise I'll be quick."

The air grew heavier in his absence as you sobered to your reality. Without Johnny's distractions, you felt everything. Fatigue took over your body—every muscle in your body ached, your fingers were growing numb. Frustration started to pilot your body as you flailed against your shackles, hoping the ropes would slacken. Noticing a shining latch from the corner of your eye, your fingers searched around the grainy restraint for freedom, but nothing was within reach. You attempt to shout for attention, but the gag still held between your teeth muffles any noise. Maybe Johnny would return quicker if he thought you were in trouble. Maybe he was too far away and someone else would hear you? Did you really want anyone to find you in such a vulnerable position? Tears prickled in your eyes at the thought. A huff leaves your lips as your body sags in defeat. He was right; you did feel like a piece of meat.

Humidity hangs in the air. Hairs are stuck to your damp forehead, itching to be moved. A string of drool connects your bound mouth to the newly formed puddle on the floor. You try to focus on the smell of the stale hay as it fights with the metallic blood in the air—your blood. The grasshoppers and crickets in the field outside are the soundtrack to your humiliation—an incessant buzz to match the numb feeling of blood pooling in your legs. The occasional sniffle breaks the monotony. At some point, your eye hung closed, dragging you into a state of semi-consciousness. Every second is like a minute. Every minute feels like an hour. The growl of an engine alerts you. The sweet call for Johnny that follows confuses you.

"Johnny," The calls get louder as the person approaches: "The old man's threatening to take his stick upside your head if you don't bring back them gas cans."

You chalk the voice up to your state of delirium. There's no one actually here. The figure making its way into the holding pen isn't actually there. You close your eyes as you shake your head in denial. Maybe she won't see you in the corner and move on.

"Oh, you poor little thing," Sissy interrupted your deluded thoughts. "How'd you get yourself all done in like that?"

You lowered your head in embarrassment as she skipped her way across the pen. What are the chances?

"Aw, ain't you a sight?" She cooed as she lifted your head.

Soft fingers brushed the damp hairs away from your eyes, combing out the knots that fought against her fingers. Your swollen eyes were fighting fresh tears at Sissy's caressing touch. Humilitating.

A faux pout formed at the sight: "Did that mean boy leave you tied up like a Christmas ham?"

A hand reached for your chin, forcing you to nod. Unable to muster the strength to defy, you accepted your fate—nothing but a doll in Sissy's playhouse.

"From the moment I saw you, I knew you were special, y'know."

A giggle escaped her lips as she let go of your head and began circling your motionless body, a soft hum letting you follow her position. The sensation of her finger trailing down your spine was so light it felt illusory; her finger snagging slightly against the scabbing cuts.

"Ain't that a pretty view?" Sissy admires the watercolour of purple painted on your thighs. "Just like a blackberry pie."

You felt dizzy at the softness, underwhelmed, and overwhelmed at the same time. The skin under her fingers twitched as it begged for the pressure it had become accustomed to. A fearful whine crawls up your throat as you feel her finger push against your puckered hole, swallowing it as she continues her path. The thrum of your heart pounds louder in your head, the sound suppressing the jovial tunes Sissy crooned. With no patience, two fingers sink into your neglected cunt, a scissoring motion drenching her slim fingers with your juices. Before you could relish in the feeling, it was gone. Her glistening fingers were brought to her mouth.

She hummed as she suckled on them, delighting in the flavour, "Sweeter than one too."

Her words made you dizzy with desire—shame dethroned by pleasure. Your body craved her touch. Sharp fangs peered over her lips as she felt your body gravitate towards her; she wanted to taste more of you. Nimble fingers began picking at the scabs on your back, relighting the fire as blood trickled down your ribs. She lapped at the blood, her flattened tongue tracing your wounds with vigor.

"Look at all this pretty blood," she coos. "Let's see where it leads me."

Her lips followed a trail of red as it dripped down your ribs and across the side of your breast. She crawled under your standing form so she could access the prize at the end of the path, goosebumps forming after every nibble. A soft kiss on your nipple makes your breath hitch. The kisses become fervorous as her lips widen, sucking the flesh into her mouth. Your back arches in a silent plea as she drags her thumb against your free nipple, pebbling against her touch. Fangs scrape against the sore bud as she begins to roll the other between her nimble fingers. A wave of electricity shoots to your core as she bites down.

As she releases you from her bite, she blows on your nipple, her teeth biting her lip in a smile as it hardened under the coolness. Her bony hands cupped both of your breasts as she squeezed and fondled, mesmerized by the way they conform to the shape of her hands, flesh bulging between her fingers. They fell to the ground upon their release, jiggling at the force. Sissy giggled in glee at the sight, bringing her hands to lightly tap at your hanging breasts. The impact causes them to sway as she stares at them, captivated by the movement. Instinctually, you recoil against the feeling, whimpering like a struck dog.

Sissy furrows her brow at the rejection, her voice lowering in sternness. "Stop fightin' it."

She continued her assault, the giggles growing louder as her spanks grew harder. A tingling numbness replaced the burning sharpness as the blood swelled under her hands. Growing bored with your swaying tits, she shoved her face between them, collecting a stray bead of sweat with her tongue, pushing your flesh on either side of her cheeks as she breathed in your scent. Small nips were left in her wake as she trailed her lips back to your nipple. You sigh shakily in relief as her jaw locks around your flesh, the tip of her tongue prodding at your erect nipple, alternating with a flat, pulsating brush of the wet muscle. Her slender fingers supporting your breast massaged the tissue deviously as she pulled you to the roof of her mouth and began sucking vigorously, the flesh rolling with the steady pressure. Unbearable waves of sensation jolted through your body as she relentlessly suckled, coaxing milk to fall from your peak. An enthusiastic groan vibrated against your breast when she could taste you on her tongue, sweet drops trickling on her taste buds like nectar from a wildflower. Confused moans bounced off the wooden walls as your body senselessly rutted towards her. She held you in her mouth as if she were biting into a peach before letting her jaw slacken, relishing in the taste of you. Sweet words fell from her lips as your chest erratically thumped before her but your ears werefull of cotton, oblivious to the praise.

She crawled her way from beneath you, allowing her eyes to devour your shaking, goosebump-riddled form. Her hand began to condescendingly stroke at your heavy head, cooing in faux consolation, "There, there, it's alright. It feels good, don't it, sugar?"

Expecting a reply, the hand in your damp hair tightened. Your motionless body made her yank hard, fearful eyes meeting hers, as she circled to bend in front of you. "Ain't your mama teach you any manners?"

Before you could gurgle your apologies, a bruising slap replaced the hot words that had fallen on your cheek. Your head jolted to the right, dizzying at the feeling. Blinking away the pain, your eyes focus on the blurry silhouette in the door of the holding pen. The feral growl rolling from his chest confirmed his identity. Smirking at the sound, the woman turned around. Mischief twinkled in her eyes as she noticed the darkness in his.

"Ain't your mama tell you not to touch things that don't belong to ya?" He bellowed, his accent growing thicker.

Snickers fell from Sissy's lips as she pressed your cheek against hers. "I don't see your name written on her anywhere," she retorts mockingly, with a small pout on her lips.

Johnny's composure drops for a moment, denting the can in his hand, his growl growing deeper, squaring up for a fight. He knew she was taunting him. It's what she did. But seeing her hands on you blinded him with a primal fury. Your eyes never leave his puffed chest, heart rattling against your own. Sissy concedes with a kiss to your forehead. She skips her way to Johnny, hushed hisses shared between them before she is gone.

Holding Johnny's gaze was a feat; your throat tightening as he sauntered his way over. There's nothing to feel guilty about; it wasn't your fault. But your body didn't listen to the excuses in your brain. A dark shadow cast over your face as Johnny loomed over you, his binding gaze making you a compliant mess.

"She has a point, y'know... ain't nothing here to tell the world who you belong to." He circles your body like a vulture waiting to claim its prize.

His scent engulfs your mind, the fantasies that kept you company in his absence come to the forefront. A sudden click, followed by a low hiss of air, sounded behind you. No, not air, fire. You hadn't noticed the blowtorch in his grasp when he returned. You tried to swallow the bile rising in your throat, unaware of Johnny holding the torch to a branding iron. He watched as the heat revealed a glowing 'J'. Babbling pleas turned to white noise as you felt the residual heat on the iron close to your trembling body. With a satisfied hum, he squeezed the flesh of your ass before pressing the iron against it. Every muscle in your body tensed as wildfire spread through your body, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, attempting to put it out. A scream fought against gritted teeth, vision going white on the verge of blacking out, suffocated by the smell of burning flesh. Crescent moons were carved into your palm as you tried to grab onto nothing. The pain didn't subside as he pulled away, the clang of the disposal bucket never reaching your ears.

"Most prized heifer in Texas." He chuckles, poking a finger at your entrance. "Well, almost. A heifer ain't nothing when she's not bred."

Pain began to melt into pleasure. The desire in your body was louder than any word he uttered. You wanted him to claim you. The instinctual ache in your body wanted to obey his every command. He could feel it. She could feel it too—his thick length throbbing against your own throbbing heat. You couldn't help but rut against him, eager to feel him inside you. A choked cry escaped your throat as teased your entrance. He met your cry with a groan as he slowly pushed himself into you, savouring the warm feeling. Pushing backwards, your back arched in a silent plea, only to be met with his veined hands gripping tightly on your hips, immobilising the movement. You whine at the lack of friction. He towers over your body, pulling your head back so your eyes meet.

"Got anything to say to me?" His question was marked with a single thrust.

You remained silent, knowing anything you said would be incomprehensible. With a sigh, he brings his other hand to unbuckle the drool-drenched gag, letting it fall to the floor. Eyes wide and watery, you let out a raspy apology, your jaw convulsing at the sudden relaxation. He begins to rut into you carelessly.

"Anything else, sugar?" Each syllable was punctuated with a thrust.

To his dismay, your mind goes blank at the pleasure. Whorish moans are now free to dance around the room as your cunt fluttered around him. His hands roam over your back with possessive desire before groping the round flesh in front of him. Rough fingertips digging into the fresh wound, send a new blaze of fire through you.

"I'm yours, Johnny. Only yours." Your sob trailed into a moan as his pace quickened at the confession.

His breath tickles your ear. "Every inch of flesh on your body belongs to me." Dominance seeps through his every word. "Every moan. Every sound. Every thought. You are mine alone."

You're at his complete mercy. The only word that leaves your mouth is his name. You'd do anything for him as his hands do a second lap of your body, trailing down to your sore nipples, twisting and pulling on them with no compassion. Your eyes fluttered closed as the coil in your core tightened.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," Johnny mumbled, holding your hair in one hand as the other played with your swollen clit. He could play your body like a fiddle, with brutal thrusts and torturous circles in a melodic rhythm. Slamming harder, he could feel you clench against him. He could feel every warm ridge inside you—sharp teeth meeting your shoulder at the feeling. With a primal cry, your coil snapped. Knees buckle beneath you as your slick drips down his cock, marking him with your scent.

He rode out the wave, circling harder and faster on your swollen bud. The sensation was overwhelming, causing you to pull away with a pathetic whine. Your nerves were raw. The resistance made his length twitch inside you, hands landing on your hips, pulling you flush against him, knuckles turning pale. His breathing got heavier as his thrusts got deeper, his tip bruising your cervix, making his grunts feral. He moved one of his hands to your stomach, pushing against the outline of himself, basking in the feeling of his dick abusing your hole. His pace grew needier. His desire became carnal. His sounds became animalistic. The slap of his balls against your clit was agonising, making your mouth fall open with silent moans. He leant back to watch the point where your bodies connected, groaning at the sloppy sound gurgling around him. Over and over, his veiny dick disappeared into you, covered in a sweet cream on its return. His head falls back, the vein in his neck throbbing as he hisses. The feeling of his release made you see stars, circling your hips mindlessly as he grew limp inside you.

He lazily pulled out of you, mesmerised by the thick, white stream oozing from your folds. Your body twitched under his possessive gaze. Overwhelmed, you closed your eyes for a moment of relief. Not even the sound of duct tape ripping could wake you from your blissful daze. Johnny fingers the escaping cum, pushing it inside you. A tacky strip gets slapped over your abused cunt, trapping his seed. With a final tap, he beams at his prize.

"Would win all the county prizes, you would."

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melodrama-ticcc · 7 months

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Hey it’s the “who are you comfortable writing for tcsm” anon (if it’s easier call me -🌺) and I’ll start with a Sissy x Fem!Reader oneshot idea.

In game one of sissy’s voice lines goes something like “there’s no hiding from reality sunshine you gotta face it” and it got me thinking. What if she witnessed the reader accidentally killing another victim and takes this as an opportunity to manipulate them into joining the family. It has been really hard being the only girl in the family so it’d be nice to have some company. But Sissy decides to be a little selfish and keep the reader to herself for a little while. Just until she’s ready for the family.

.: 𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐇𝐄’𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 :.

hello again anon! thank you for the request <3 sorry for the wait, i hope it lives up to expectations! i love the idea of utilizing in game voice lines to inspire fics or dialogue for fics, it’s so clever. so i was definitely excited to use that to my advantage in the premise of this one. also i love sissy so much, she’s my main when playing family.

abstract: after watching you accidentally kill your dear friend ana, sissy takes advantage of your deteriorating mental state and invites you to join the family.

warnings: death, murder, gore & mentions of blood, manipulation, religion, religious themes and religious trauma, cults and cultism, mentions of suicide and self harm, stockholm syndrome, sexually suggestive, mentions of sex, homophobia on account of religious themes

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sissy enjoys the act of spreading the lord’s word, those whom she can convert will be forgiven and saved from this forsaken land. she revels in the satisfaction of freeing another one’s soul, her only purpose in this life. she was a modern day prophet, spreading the lord’s word and enacting only what he had told her to. she’d save them all, they’d see the light.

and yet, she selfishly craves the way the blood paints her limbs when she tears into someone, the way it curdles in the creases of her skin, or the way it coagulates when it becomes too thick. but perhaps the most beautiful image is watching their tainted souls vacate their sinful bodies. she swears she can see the life leave their eyes, watch as they are freed. it’s then that she knows she’s done her job. for, when they cannot be helped, it is sissy’s duty to release them of their misery and send them to the great beyond. that way they may cease their lives of sin and find solace in the forgiveness of the lord above.

unlike the rest of her family she does not kill out of fear or hate or malice, nor does she kill for fun. she kills because it is what the lord has asked of her, and the lord’s word is her compass.

then, why could she not deny the pleasure she felt when others experience pain. call it sick, twisted, sadistic, she felt the all-too-familiar floaty feeling of butterflies in the pit of her stomach each time the scalpel made contact with her victim’s skin. even now, as she rips through the clothing and flesh of that red headed girl. her screams are loud, blood thick. it paints the front of sissy’s floral dress scarlet, her fair skin, her blonde hair, her fingertips. all coated in such a lovely coat of crimson. it’d make such a pretty lipstick, she thinks.

she cannot help but laugh. a giddy euphoria that echoes in the ears of many. including the young woman who watches from what she believes to be a safe distance. it is two separate worlds. two sides of the same coin. on one pleasure, the other horror.

the girl, you, cannot fathom the atrocities this family has enacted, nor the countless innocents that have fallen victim to their inhumane practices. (your name) watches, not because she wants to, but because she cannot bring herself to look away. (eye color) eyes wide in terror, she is fixated on the macabre sight of carnage. her limbs tremble and shake in such a violent fashion, restless. there’s a deniable sense of grief in that moment, and she’s sure she must be dreaming. that something this horrible could never happen to a young woman like her, nor her friends. how’d she even end up here?

three days ago, (your name) had set out with some friends to look for ana’s elder sister. they were all certain maria flores was someplace near, but none of them had ever expected to end up here. connie was now dead, murdered by the pair of careful, feminine hands right in front of her. she had yet to see the others; not ana, not leland, nor julie or sonny. she’d wondered if they were dead too, and a part of her wondered if she’d meet the same fate.

“awe, i love a game of hide ‘n seek!”

a sweet southern drawl calls out from beyond, in search of the young woman she knew was hidden nearby. it would seem now her hiding place in the bushes was not nearly far enough from the scene to be considered safe. here, nowhere was safe. this in combination with her deteriorating condition would make for an early end. she is faint and wobbly on her feet, struggling to withstand the shakes and thrashing her body succumbs itself to, and it’s then she hears the woman call out.

“oh! there you are sug’!”

be it adrenaline, a will to survive, or anything to keep that woman from garnering any further satisfaction in this demented game of her’s, (your name) found it in herself to run. her legs move fast, much faster than the woman that chases her. for a moment she believes she can get away, at least long enough to formulate some sort of escape plan. there’s a well up ahead, and it’s then she decides to throw caution to the wind. it’s a foolish, desperate attempt at salvation, but she hurdles the edge of the stone well and throws herself down.

the fall is peaceful. a safe place. a break from the intensity of being hunted like a wild animal. that is, until she hits the cold, hard ground. her body collides into a pile of dirt, debri and bones. snap! crack! crush! it’s a horrid sound, and god does it hurt. the point of impact surges through her body, aching in the back of her head and lingering for some time. the bones beneath her dig into her back, impaling the skin and stinging at her wounds. it burns, her entire body, and a part of her wishes she’d just die right there.

it takes her some time, but (your name) is able to pull herself back up. only now, it punishes her to move. her left leg shattered in the fall, she is forced to use her right leg to counteract. now, wobbling with a slow limp. the pain is never-ending, and she can hardly think clearly. somewhere in the pile of debri she begins searching for something, anything useful for the current circumstances. be it a key, antiseptic, pain reliever, a knife, anything. the pain is unbearable, hot tears seething from her eyes as she muffles her own sobs between a pursed pout. the echoing sound of footsteps from down the tunnel alert her that her captor is near, though, and the panic sets in.

“shit, there has to be something i can use. anything!” she cries between pants of heavy breaths. her heart beating something fierce. it’s pounding against her chest, furious with anxiety and unrelenting paranoia. she feels she could faint, or have a heart attack — either seem a viable option as opposed to dying at the hands of them. as she sorts through miscellaneous rocks and assorted bones and teeth, she holds back the urge to vomit. warm acidity building in the back of her throat, it’s disgusting. sorting through the remains of god knows what, or who. “fuck!”

with quick footsteps growing closer, the anxiety is too much to bare. her hearts thrashes and speeds up, swelling with blood as her stress rises. it feels as though it could burst, her body struggling to find a stable balance. she knows she must wrap things up quickly, so she grabs what she can; a piece of sharp bone, and clutches it to her chest. fighting through the pain, she seals her lips to withhold her sobs of agony and despair. backing into the shadows she waits, crouched. she does her best to control her breathing, even shutting her eyes for a brief period. a deep breath in, a deep breath out. she recalls what sonny had told her before he left to seek out the others, back in the makeshift underground cell they had been tied up in. it’s the only inkling of comfort she’s able to grasp onto.

the source of the footsteps approaches, turning the corner of the tunnel that led to her. (your name) sees a figure of a woman, and she’s certain it’s that killer who’d been after her. the fight or flight kicks in, and the adrenaline once again does its job at keeping her alive.

“take this, you bastard!”

in an act of self defense, she stabs the woman five, ten, fifteen times. piercing screams cut through the night air and spews of red liquid spray every which way. only for her to continue stabbing; in the back, the shoulder, the chest, the stomach, anyplace she could make contact with. she wouldn’t stop, not until the makeshift shank snaps within the body of her victim. even then, she’s kicking and punching, crying with eyes pried shut. fighting tooth and nail for the basic human right to keep living. nails dig into flesh, tearing away at the skin to inflict any sort of pain she can. the only thing that draws her from her mental cognitions is the sound of another set of footsteps, this time much, much slower, softer. that, and the gentle, slow clapping that follows suit.

it causes her to stop, hands still holding up the body she so relentlessly attacked. her eyes flicker open, revealing a scene of misfortune and betrayal. she sees the blood first, dripping in thick layers down the walls of the tunnel, herself, the body. a pool of it on the floor, filling the air with the scent of iron and metal. then the body, it’s mutilated torso in chunks and pieces about the place. frightened, she screams and lets go, backing herself against the wall. a lifeless body lies on the pile of debris, still gushing blood like a water fountain. only it isn’t the woman who she’d intended to maim, no, its ana.

her entire being turns into a state of shock and denial, a shrill cry echoing down the long hallways of those underground tunnels. her hands come up to clasp her mouth and her eyes well with warm tears, streaming down her cheeks and dripping to the floor. in an instant, she collapses to her knees, shaking her head profoundly as she sobs something ugly.

“no no, no ana! i- i didn’t know- i swear, i thought it was her!” she’s choking on her words, that all too familiar feeling of hot acid building in the back of her throat. her breathing is caught in there too, like she’s choking on her own words. her hands come up to pull at her (hair color) locks, and she’s certain she’s losing her mind. “ana- ana, please, ana i’m so sorry-” she hiccups, holding back the vomit that pulls at her throat. “i can’t.” her sobs are loud, and she moves to hold her face in her hands. if she’d of only known it was ana and not that bitch.

“there’s no hidin’ from reality sunshine, you’ve gotta face it!” sissy has a content smile on her face, comforting, kind. she places a gentle hand against the girl’s back, offering some inkling of reassurance. it’s a simple act of benevolence, but still met with disgust and disdain. only, (your name) hasn’t any more energy to fight, no will to kick that horrid woman away like she’d wished to only moments ago. she was broken and desolate, haunted by the agony and anguish of her mistake. she can’t withstand it, her mind is simply obsolete.

sissy is a woman of god, and those whom she cannot save are gifted the mercy of meeting an early demise. but this one she knows, knows that there is good within her, she feels it. she sees it. saw it in the way she freed that friend of her’s so faultlessly. there is still hope for this one, and sissy takes the opportunity to guide her in the right direction. if she killed now, imagine the things she could do later. she would be an asset to this family.

“sugar, don’t cry, you set that gal’ free!” sissy giggles, her delicate hand rubbing the trembling back of the young woman before her. but (your name)‘s mind is elsewhere, trying to sort through the endless string of thoughts her brain thought up. what would the others say? she just can’t fathom the concept, her killing- no, murdering. a cold blooded killer. she had become the very thing she loathed. her body is unstable, nearly toppling over itself as she wails.

sissy’s bittersweet smile grows as she kneels beside the girl, lowering her voice to a softer tone. “hun, it was ‘bound to happen ‘eventually, she’s with god now.” despite her best efforts, it would seem the girl was still caught up in the heat of the moment, her emotions captivating her attention. yet, sissy would not give up. it was too much of a perfect storm, the key moment to manipulate, no, enlighten her poor soul. “darlin’, lookit me.” she snakes a finger beneath the girl’s chin, her touch light and airy, not like what one would imagine the grasp of an apathetic killer would feel like. it’s almost calming, reassuring. as she cautiously bring the girl’s face to look at her, she takes a moment to dab the wetness off her cheeks with a handkerchief pulled from her pocket.

the tenderness of her gaze is striking to look at, like staring into pools of calm water. it was relaxing, even got her to cease her cries for a moment. she was a pretty woman, if not for her homicidal tendencies.

“say, you’d make a fine woman in this here family we have, grandpa aughtta love you!” she smiles, brushing a flyaway hair out of (your name)’s face and back behind the ear. “ain’t nothin’ to cry ‘bout love, you did the right thing.” sissy’s voice is comforting, and in a moment of heightened emotions and inner turmoil like this one it was easy for (your name) to fall victim to her disguised words. she only nods, eyes wide and doe like as she stares at the pretty face of the woman before her.

“i-i killed her. i killed her cause i thought she was-” she stops herself, not before sissy is shushing her, with a finger pressed against her soft lips.

“shhhh, hey now, it’s alright. she needed savin’.” she smiles again, caressing (your name)’s cheek as she presses on about seeing the light and showing people the way. “you’s a smart girl, i can see it. let me show you. we can live a nice lil’ life on the farm, you’d be a part of the family. safe, peaceful. i promise. and well, it really has been tough bein’ the only girl ‘round here, it’d be nice, t’have some company like you.”

it is difficult not to trust her doting words. (your name) doesn’t know exactly what to think. but in lieu of such a heinous act she couldn’t even stand herself, and perhaps in some regard she needed saving. to repent, to beg forgiveness from ana, anything to free her of such a curse. she’d build herself a prison for the remainder of her days, suffering in the fortitude of her own head. she’d end up killing herself when it became too much, maybe only god could save her. but even then, murder was a sin. she was a sinful woman. a lifespan of mistakes flashes through her head, and scarily, she all most agrees with this sweet woman. she’s demented, fucked up, for she wouldn’t have caused such a terrible accident had it been otherwise.

“you’re considerin’ it, you’re already half way there sug’.” sissy encourages her, reading the thoughts through her empty gaze as if she were an open book. she’s eager, excited, nearly bouncing on her knees. she’s certain if she’s hooked the girl this easily, it wouldn’t take much to reel her in.

ana’s lifeless body is just a void carcass, an empty shell. that’s what all bodies had been, right? a vessel souls utilize to carry out the act of life. it was only temporary, like everything else had been. so, why did it really matter, if it had been something so easily confiscated.

“come on love, let me show you the light.”

perhaps her gentle affirmations became too much for her mind to handle, or, the fear of what would await her if she choose to disagree was too great. regardless the reason, something within her had snapped. broken clean in two. one moment she had been mourning the life of a friend and the next joining the very people who’d caused the entire ordeal. there were two parts of her mental state — one in which longed for the days before, where she lived without the knowledge there had been a terrorizing family of cannibalistic murderers in her texas backyard. but the other wished to escape the reality of what she had become roped into. live a life in which she could ignore the world and deaths of her friends, forget it all ever happened. she’d heard about situations like these, read about them in the morning paper or listened to them on the morning news broadcast. even watched them in television and film or read stories from books. the victim falls for the deceptive captor, ensnared in a trap that costs their freedom under the guise of a worry free life. but in times of emotional dread, a carefree life was an ideal promise to escape a nightmare like this.

(your name)‘s crying had ceased. salt-crusted streaks drying against the soft skin of her cheeks as she takes the hand of a deranged killer. sissy smiles, grasping the girl’s hand gently as they both rise. she’s aware of her worsening physical state, knowing well she’d be responsible for nursing her back to health. she also knew, the family would not be akin to a new comer like this. given johnny’s past, he had tried this on multiple occasions, and given the general disgrace of sissy amongst people like drayton and nancy, a newcomer of this kind would not be accepted so easily.

she would need to be careful. plan each move out in accordance to what the family would want. cater to them, in order to provide some sort of accommodation. this girl was beautiful, she could attest to that, and her good looks would help but only get her so far. she needed to prove herself. but that, that required months of work on sissy’s end. and so, she had decided, (your name) would be her own accomplice, until she saw fit.

pious maybe, but that never stopped sissy from being selfish. nor has it been able to mask her homosexual tendencies. what her leaders in the past had told her meant it was wrong, but it never stopped the way she had felt towards both men and women alike. and, sissy’s selfish side would shine through in their coming months together. in the way she used (your name) for her good looks and willingness to comply, the sex, the romantic nature of their relationship that would develop. all the while, showing her the way. even when sissy had been sure the family was ready to adopt (your name) into the family, she would continue to keep her a secret.

the last thing she’d want was to loose her to some womanizer like johnny, or have her charmed by the others in some way or form. the way sissy saw it, she made (your name), and by that logic, she belonged to her. so, she’d keep her for as long as she wanted, even if it meant keeping her a secret until death. it wasn’t that she wasn’t ready for the family but, rather, they weren’t ready for her. despite the selfishness that fueled the action, she’d continue to justify it in the eyes of the lord.

i helped show her the way, that grants me the eternal forgiveness keeping her to myself would require.

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adaptacy · 8 months

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How would Sissy react if her S/O got into one of her experimental powders and ended it up being almost a cuddle pollen? Like the reader themselves aren’t usually a cuddly person and then all of a sudden they’re just hanging off of sissy without a care in the world

Okay, sure, she'd told you to steer clear of the barn for a few days. She'd told you it might be dangerous, and that if you needed anything from it, to merely ask her. She hadn't specified why you couldn't go out there, but she'd made it very clear that you couldn't.

However...

You swore you saw someone out there. Your girlfriend was fast asleep, and you didn't want to bother her, but you were nearly positive you'd seen something move out there. What if you were being robbed? Stalked? The possibilities were endless.

You had to investigate. For your safety, for her safety. Whatever was allegedly keeping you from going out to the barn could wait. If she was hiding a gift from you, a ruined surprise would be totally fine if it meant protecting yourselves.

So, you exited the house, a lantern in your hands. Slowly, you crept towards the barn, eyeing the hanging lightbulb inside. You kept an eye out for movement, but failed to see anything. However, when you were about fifty feet from the barn, you saw a shadow inside.

It was quick, easy to miss, but you were positive it was there. You picked up your pace, walking closer to the barn. Standing about five feet outside, you smelled something slightly sweet. And as you entered the barn, that sweet scent became stronger.

It was captivating. You felt the need to smell more of it, and so you almost immediately forgot about your quest, and you followed the scent to the best of your abilities. At last, you reached a small work table with a mortar and pestle on it. Inside was some sort of white dust.

You pinched it between your fingers, and then let it fall back into the bowl, and you closed your eyes, taking a deep inhale. It smelled like honey, a hint of lavender, and all around very floral. It was appetizing, in a way, and your body grew a little warmer.

You repeated the action, noticing that the smell grew more potent when you let it fall through the air, and after a few rounds of it, you found that, somehow, the mortar and pestle was empty. There was no more dust. But you'd sworn you'd let the dust fall right back into the bowl. Where had it gone?

Stepping backwards, you looked around, finding that the air around you was tinted white, and you inhaled, realizing that there was a cloud of the dust around you. Through repetitive movements and accidentally exhaling onto the dust, it had spread through the air.

You weren't complaining; it looked kind of magical, and it smelled great, but your girlfriend was going to kill you if she found out you'd messed with something. This must have been the gift that you'd assumed she was hiding, and it was a wonderful gift, but it seemed you'd ruined it.

"Buttercup? You out here?" She called from outside, and you took a few moments to process that she was looking for you. Immediately worried that she'd be upset, you waved your hand, trying to dispel the pollen-like substance in the air, but it was no use.

She peeked her head into the barn, and looked you up and down, and then looked at the dust surrounding you. "I'm so, so, so sorry," you sighed, rubbing your forehead. "I don't-- I don't know what I was thinking, doing, or like, wow... Man, I feel weird," you mumbled, stumbling to one side.

The brunette rushed forward, catching you without much trouble, and you leaned into her shoulder, slowly blinking your eyes. "Darlin'? Are you alright? You're scarin' me. Is that- Oh, oh, oh," she laughed, finding something amusing. "Didja get into my powder, buttercup?"

"I... I dunno. Mmm," you mumbled, lazily wrapping your arms around her neck, resting your head on her. "You're so warm," you complimented. The feeling of her skin against yours was really comforting, it felt like the two of you were really connecting, and you wanted to do it more. You nuzzled into her neck, and she awkwardly giggled.

"Well, ain't you cute. Let's get you back inside," she hummed, helping you stumble your way back into the house. You couldn't stop leaning against her body, consequently throwing her off her weight since you failed to walk in a straight line.

Fortunately, she managed to make it inside, though she practically had to drag you to the bedroom. She set you on your side of the bed, but you refused to let go of her arm. You didn't want to break the physical contact with her. You just wanted her. Wanted her close to you, wanted to feel her warm breath on your skin, you didn't care.

"Interestin' results," she giggled, not minding your clinginess as she climbed into bed next to you, wrapping an arm around you. With a mumble, you nuzzled into her neck, curling up against her torso, wanting nothing more than to be completely enveloped in her scent, her touch, everything. If you could've crawled into her skin, you would have.

"I love you," you purred, your voice muffled by the fact that you were pressing your face against her skin.

"I know, buttercup. I love's ya too," she cooed, gently stroking your hair as she held you. Before long, you were asleep, infected with dreams of even more cuddling. It was the only thing you wanted, and she did not mind giving it to you.

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dykepvppy · 7 months

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CLAIMING - sissy slaughter

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maybe you shouldn't have come here looking for your friends.. now you are stuck in the slaughter residence full of cannibals and murderers, hiding from one of the family members. ''shit'' you got out of the crack in the wall hoping you would find an exit you only had a lockpick in your hand.

''i gotta find an exit'' I breathed heavily walking slowly to find an exit hoping it was not locked. eyes looking around seeing the door.. going to the door as you began to unlock it looking around if the family member was on your tail.. surprisingly not. opening the door and walking upstairs hearing chainsaw and screaming, you wanted to scream and cry but you didn't wanna die , walking up the stairs and checking out the place. the chainsaws were getting louder and closer, the door opened Leatherface was there, this was your queue to leave, running out of the house and running to the other building trying to find something sharp to defend yourself.

''look what we have here sugar'' a feminine spoke, turning around you saw sissy there holding her razor bland staring down at you..sheep in a lion's den.. your body froze scared of what she would do.. the slaughter member got close to you, her blade cutting you softly.. blood dripping out of you, her grip was strong she licked the blood off of you. pulling away licking you neck. you let out a soft whimper causing her to giggle ''aw sugar I might have to keep ya' '' you were weak in the knees her hands traveled down to your thighs, ''sugar your thighs so plump i wonder how it would feel when I leave marks on her'' the blade softly touched your thigh making small cuts. feeling queazy of whats going on right now ,

''there there sugar your mine now''

that was the only thing you heard as you passed out

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Sour Switchblade

Song by Elita

˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ reader x s. slaughter ˚₊‧꒰ა ♱ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

Summary: reader is travelling alone down I-40, eyeing the barefoot woman hitchhiking down the road just up ahead. she takes it upon herself to stop by the side of road and let the woman enter her car. the further the drive, the more reader begins to suspect that sissy is not the innocent, poor hitch hiking woman she pretends to be.

Contains: dark themes, gore, murder, violence

@zmbiedoll

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The blaring heat was enough to make you feel light headed, and your ac only being able to blow out so much cool air was just as frustrating. Wiping the bead of sweat off your forehead, you blow a raspberry and lay your head back on the headrest of your seat. The road down I-40 seemed to go on forever, all the same, nothing new to look at.

“The terror of I-40 strikes again, as more details flood in regarding a truck driver found dead-”

You turn the radio off instantly, not wanting to hear anymore about the murders that this serial killer has committed. This person has been on the run since 71’, and it’s about to be year 73’ soon. It made your stomach turn just thinking about it. When you think of “The Terror Of I-40”, you imagine some creepy, odd, crazed looking man; which is someone you’d never stop to pick up on the side of the road. You wonder how they haven’t caught this psycho yet.

In all honestly, you felt something gut wrenching driving down Interstate-40 since the murders, and liked to avoid it at all costs. However, it was the only way to your parent’s house from California. You were coming home for the holidays and needed a break from the big city. Changing the radio station, you turn up the volume and try to pay attention to the music that plays softly through your cars speakers; “Ain’t No Sunshine”. You adjust your legs to prevent them from feeling tingly, and press a little harder on the gas. You wanted to get to your parents as fast as possible.

About a half hour into your drive, you see something unusual on the side of road. Squinting your eyes to attempt to get a better look, you could faintly make out a woman walking down the side of highway.

“What the…” you mouth quietly the closer you get. From where you are now, you slow down just a tad to get a better look. The woman is barefoot and seemingly talking to herself, or singing? You’re not too sure. She’s wearing a plain light blue dress that cinches at her waist, but it looks a little worn out, and her light coloured hair is pulled back into a neat bun. That ain’t safe…and she has no shoes, that poor girl, you think to yourself. You’re not one for hitchhikers, but this is a woman alone on the highway with little to nothing on her. Not to mention the serial killer that targets people on this highway. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you left someone like her alone like this.

Eventually, you reach her and come to a stop just up ahead from her on the side of the road. You unlock your doors and watch her come up to your vehicle from the rear view mirror. Your eyes follow her cautiously. The sound of your passenger door opening causes you turn your head to her. She’s a pretty girl, you take clear notice of that.

“Hi” you greet as she closes the passenger door and buckles up her seat belt. She immediately turns her head to you with a friendly smile.

“Hello” she greets back, “Thank you for stoppin. I was beginnin to feel a little hopeless out there” she giggles, getting comfortable in her seat. Her southern accent is thick. You force a small laugh out yourself.

“Yeah, it’s pretty hot out today” you comment, “I’m [name]. What’s your name?”

“Nice to meet ya, sugar” she says, “The names sissy”

Sissy, huh? That’s a new one, you think to yourself. “Where you headin?” You ask.

“Home” she casually says before looking out the window in a daze. Sissy’s been gone for a long time, showing others the lords way, spreading the light to those who are need of salvation, leaving carnage and bloodshed everywhere she goes.

“Oh yeah? Im heading home myself actually” you reply, attempting to make small talk and get to know her a little better, “I moved to the city, but I’m on my way to my parents for the holidays. Where’s home for you?”

“Aw, ain’t that just sweet. I bet yer parents are missing ya tons” she says calmly, “For me, home is in Newt, Texas”

“That’s pretty far” you comment, surprised by her answer, “What’re you doing all the way over here?”

“Oh ya know” she waves her hand dismissively, “Was lookin for something more than just what my family had to offer”

“Did ya find what you were looking for?” You ask. You knew many people who left their home and folks to go to school and start their own life, so this wasn’t too much of a surprise to you. However, what sissy found is something you would have ever expected. Sissy can’t help her growing smile at your question.

“Oh, did I…” she trails off, “I found the light”

You furrow your brows at her odd response. Light? What on earth was she taking about?, you wondered. You scrambled to find words to put together, unsure how to respond to that.

“Oh! The light. That’s cool…did, uh” you trail off, “How did you find the…light?”

Your lack of knowledge and response makes sissy wonder if you even know of the lords light. Sissy eyes you carefully, trying to figure you out before she notices the dress you have on; a short, dark green dress with a floral pattern from the collar and down the middle, along with a couple pockets.

“That’s a pretty dress you have on, sunshine” sissy compliments.

“Oh” you mumble before clearing your throat, “Thank you. Your dress is pretty too”

“This old thing?” She laughs, “Oh, please. But thank you for yer kind words, sweetie” she beams. You mutter a small “Your welcome”, and the two of you go silent. You keep your eyes ahead, trying to avoid sissy’s intense stare. You aren’t aware of why she’s staring at you, aside from the fact she’s a bit of an odd one. Sissy on the other hand, finds you need help. You’re in need of saving, she could tell, she always could with the others.

The silence alone was so intense for you, apart from her stare. You weren’t sure if you did something wrong to offend her, or if she was just debating on showing her true intentions now. All these thoughts were roaming in your head, all those warnings from your parents about stranger danger. Sissy seemed so helpless and welcoming, and now she seems like she’s about to do something terrible to you; a wolf in sheep’s clothing. You tried your best to ignore her gaze, focus on the road, pretend nothing’s wrong. Maybe she’ll stop and then you can drop her off at the next gas station. You clear your throat.

“There’s a gas station a few miles up and there’s a turn there I gotta take to get to my folks. So, I’ll let you off there if that’s okay” you shift in your seat as you finally feel her gaze turn away from you. Sissy, now staring out the window, completely ignores what you had just said. More uncomfortable silence.

You can’t help the growing feeling of uncertainty and uneasiness in your stomach. Something was very off with this woman, you knew that now. You didn’t want to upset her, but you also wanted her out of your car and away from you as far as possible. What if she was mentally unstable and tried attacking you? Or robbing you? You press on the gas pedal a little harder, picking up speed. You wanted to get to this gas station as fast as possible. The heat didn’t seem to bother you anymore, the ac seemed non existent, the music playing throughout the speakers sounded so distant, the road seemed never ending.

Your ears twitched at the sudden singing coming from sissy, causing you to grip the steering wheel a little harder. Her voice was calm, angelic, and almost luring in a haunting way. It freaked you the hell out.

“The truth in words you've never heard. What do they fear and see in me? Inside themselves, I know you see…Oh love, my love, look at your love” her soothing tone was almost like a lullaby, but it felt…wrong? Off? Crazy? It sent a chill down your spine. Sissy’s whole demeanour did a whole three sixty in less than a minute.

“Oh love, my love, look at your love”

You were at a loss for words. What could you say? She ignored what you said before and now she’s singing. As awkward and uncomfortable as you felt, you were also scared. What type of person did you allow in your car?

Sissy’s soft singing and humming continues, leaving you still and gripping onto the steering wheel like your life depended on it. All you could really do was drive now and hope the gas station would be in view soon. Your eyes flickered to the side mirror every few seconds, checking for any approaching vehicles. Not that they would be much help, but knowing you weren’t completely and utterly alone with Sissy made you feel somewhat at ease. Or at least you tried to convince yourself that.

You tried to remain as calm as you could, but your body language was noticeably as ever. Your furrowed brows, the bead of sweat on your forehead, your knuckles turning white from the grip you had on the steering wheel, your stiffened posture, and slightly inching away from sissy as much as possible. You weren’t fooling her, and she knew it. You know there’s something wrong with her and she knows you need saving.

She can help with that; sissy was a saviour after all.

The familiar sign indicating that the gas station was close finally bypassed, and you couldn’t contain the instant relief you felt. Sissy would be gone soon and you’d be home safe and sound in just a few hours. You’d tell your parents about the crazy hitchhiker you picked up on the way home and your mother would scold you while your father shook his head at how gullible you could be.

Sissy’s humming came to an end when the gas station was finally in view just up ahead. You quietly blow out a sigh of relief, slowing your speed down a tad now that you feel somewhat comfortable again. You could let your guard down somewhat now. You force a smile, about to tell her that this is where you two part ways. You turn your head to sissy just as she pulled out her switch blade.

Before you can even comprehend what she’s doing, the sharp end of the blade is pressed right against your jugular. Wide, teary eyed and tensed up, you look at her with complete terror.

“Keep drivin and eyes on the road” Sissy’s stern voice cuts through the tense air. Your head seems to move on its own, towards the road in front of you. Sissy moves her blade just enough to allow you to look forward. You blink quickly, fresh, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. The gas station you were supposed to let her off gets further and further away in the rear view mirror. The turn you were supposed to take to your parents was far behind you now. The highway down I-40 continued to stretch on.

“Please, don’t hurt me” you whimpered, the reality of your situation sinking in. Your quivering lip, continuous tears, and mascara stained cheeks left sissy satisfied in a sickening manner. You were going to be saved, sissy wanted that. However, the thrill of your blood on her was a guilty pleasure she couldn’t control. It didn’t feel wrong to her, and the lord understood her surely, therefore it was like a reward.

“Pull over and shut off the car” Sissy continued her stern tone with you, “Try anything and I’ll put an end to you real quick” she warns. You obeyed without any resistance, fearing for your wellbeing and life. With shaky hands and numb legs, you slowed the car as you glided towards the side of the highway, preparing to come to a halt. Sissy took it upon herself to shut the car off herself, keeping your car keys close to her side.

“Good girl” she praised with a smile, “Very good”

“Please, let me go” you sobbed, “Please”

“Oh, sugar. You don’t have to be afraid” Sissy coos, “I’m here to save you. Just trust me”

Sissy looks away for a moment, searching for something in the small packets of her dress. For what, you weren’t too sure but it gave you enough time to open your door and attempt to stumble out. Sissy, however, was quicker and took no time to immediately start slashing at you. You stuck your arms out to protect your face and neck. You screamed and cried as her crazed giggles filled your pounding ears. Each slice stung worse than the previous cut. It felt like small flames were dancing around your forearms with each gash sissy took at you.

A sudden rush of adrenaline was enough for you to find a opening to take a swing at her face, momentarily stunning her. Sissy holds her face, letting out a noise of discomfort as she examines the blood on her pale hand; a mixture of yours and her bleeding nose. You push yourself backwards and fall out of the car, scrambling to your feet and taking off down the highway.

“Help me! Somebody! Please!” You cry out, despite nobody around. The only sight of any of person are the few cars passing along on the other side of the road, who take no notice of your pleads for help. Your arms and hands were stinging, dripping blood droplets down to your fingertips. Sissy grips her switchblade in her hand tightly, opening the passenger door to your car and stepping out.

“No! This ain’t the way, sunshine!” Sissy calls out to you, quickly catching up to you. She grabs a fistful of your hair, dragging you back to the car. You desperately claw at her wrists and arms, digging your nails deep into her pale skin. Despite the hot weather, sissy’s hands were so cold.

“Let me go!” You scream, trying to pry her hands off you. Sissy, now getting irritated, pushes you harshly against the passenger door of your car, away from the sights of anyone who may drive by.

“I wouldn’t try that” she warns, breathing heavily, “Now, quit your squirmin!”

You can’t die, not like this. You weren’t going down without a fight. With another blow to sissy’s face using the back of your head, it causes her stumble back and let go of you. You take no time to quickly spin on your heel and face her, ready to attack. You lunge at her, trying to knock her on the ground and get her weapon away from her. Sissy immediately fights back and you begin to grapple her.

“Don’t fight me! Do not fight me!” Sissy yells at you, enraged by your actions. You were making this harder than it needed to be. Why couldn’t you see she was trying to save you? That she was trying to show you the way? Luckily, Sissy had just the thing to help you see the light.

You had a firm hold on the hand that sissy was using to hold the switch blade, but she had just as tight as a grip on the hand you were trying to use to take it on her. You struggled hard against her, trying to win the close encounter you were having with her.

“Get the hell off me, you psycho!” you demanded in between breathes. If you could knock her down, it would surely give you enough time to get in your car and lock the doors. Sissy brings her hand to her pocket in a quick motion, leaving an opening for you to attack at her face again. However, sissy immediately brings her closed hand to her mouth and blows a strange, green powder into your face. Your eyes burn and water, and your skin immediately feels hot and irritated. You quickly bring your hands to your face to cover yourself from the powder, leaving you defenceless.

Sissy erupts into crazed giggles as she takes large slashes to your chest. Unsure what to do, you stand there taking each slice. Your painful screams are music to her ears. With a deep gash to your upper leg, you buckle to the ground on one knee. Sissy takes a long, deep cut up your torso, your body jolting upward in the process. You’re in pure shock.

Sissy grabs ahold of your face with both hands, cold to the touch. Your vision is blurry and disorienting, the poison and blood loss taking full effect. Her slowed giggles and laughter sounded demonic and deeper than they should. You pathetically grip onto her arms, trying to find some sort of comfort and support. Sissy hums in satisfaction as she examines your face, the sight of your foggy eyes seeing the lords light. You’re seeing it, the light, the warmth of death welcoming you; she saved you. Easily kicking you off her, you fall backwards harshly onto the ground. Your breathes are slow and rattly. Time and mercy are out of your reach.

“This could have been so much easier for you sunshine” Sissy smiles down at you, panting slightly before spreading her arms and tilting her head back. She felt accomplished, proud, and overall in pure ecstasy. The feeling of your blood all over her was the reward she waited for, the guilty pleasure of hers. Nothing could ever compare to the aftermath of freeing a soul.

Taking a step back, she comes down from her high, and looks at your corpse. Your dress is ruined, ripped and bloodstained. However, how could sissy let such a pretty dress go to waste? The one she was currently wearing was worn out and growing out of style. With a couple sewing here and there, and a good wash, your dress would be good as new. You wouldn’t be needing it anymore anyways, and it’s the least you could do since Sissy helped show you the way.

You were supposed to be home hours ago, leaving your mother growing with worry and your father continuously calling the authorities, demanding to search for you. The strange roadkill that many have passed finally gets discovered as human, completely mutilated and left for dead. The authorities are left with no traces aside from your vehicle left abandoned miles from where your body is. The news coverage will say you were just another victim of the terror of I-40, but in reality, you were so much more than that.

You were granted the opportunity of freedom from this forsaken world and given eternal light; you were saved.

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The familiar scenery left sissy at peace, from the endless fields of wildflowers to the soft ground under her bare feet. The closer she got to home, the more excited she became to share the light with her family. Approaching the family house front door, sissy knocks and awaits for her relatives to open up. Nubbins, unaware of sissy’s arrival, opens the door without another thought despite Drayton’s yelling not too. Upon seeing Sissy, he immediately announces her return to the entire household.

“Ooo, where’d you get that pretty dress from?” Nubbins asks, over analyzing the pretty floral designs on the dress before gasping, “ya take it from that girl over in California?”, his words jumbled and stuttered. Sissy merely smiled at him.

#sissy slaughter #sissy tcm #texas chainsaw game #tcm x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #sissy sawyer #sissy slaughter x reader

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lottielgbtq · 3 months

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Side blog for @glrlsriot

For random things,vents,hornyposting, or me being gay

#yellowjackets x reader #shauna sadecki #sissy slaughter x reader #Yellowjackets #Yellowjacketsxreader

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bunniekittiee · 7 months

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What would Nubbins be like with a best friend? She tells him that she considers him special and that she likes spending time with him... and she may come to feel something more for Nubbins

I’ll answer this in headcanons/drabble! Im also referring to the reader as “you” cause it’s easier that way but reader is a female. Tried my best with this one

Here we goooo:

The Sawyers and your family were close as the farms were close in proximity.

Your family had known it was Drayton by himself raising his siblings for the most part, so sometimes they took the load off of his hands when he needed a break.

This is how your relationship with Nubbins started.

You were both very young, about five years old, and when you first met, you were extremely shy.

The young boy was excited, acting out wildly as he could not control himself.

It made you nervous.

But after some adjustment, you began to enjoy his presence.

You first discovered roadkill together and you both became fascinated with dead critters.

Sometimes you both would poke at their bodies with sticks out of pure curiosity.

Eventually, you started going to school but you noticed that Nubbins did not go.

But everyday, he waited at the bus stop for you to get off and so you both could play.

It was your favorite part of the day and you could barely contain your excitement at school because of how much you wanted to be with Nubbins.

You had a hard time making friends at school because they were nothing like your little roadkill obsessed friend at home.

So Nubbins ended up being your only friend.

Chop Top teased him and said that you were his girlfriend, but Nubbins always tackled him and told him to shut his mouth.

You both were inseparable. Drayton always smiled when he saw the both of you running around together.

He found both of you asleep in the pasture one time and couldn’t help but chuckle.

It was cute to see you two together.

As time went on, you both began to grow up. Grow into your bodies. Adjust to hormones.

Going from being shorter than you, to towering over you in a quick amount of time.

Your body began to change too, curves forming and your womanly features coming in.

Your style had changed as well, going from wearing frilly, cute clothes to dark, gothic-like clothing to match your interests.

You both had stayed very close, absolute best friends.

But there was some feelings between you two that neither of you addressed.

The way he wrapped his arms around your waist to lift you up to the birds nest in the tree.

The way he held your hand to look at the new animal bone ring you made.

The way he smiled when you brushed his hair out after washing it for him.

The way he kept his body close to yours when pulling you in for a hug.

He noticed how flush your body was to his when he was showing you how to throw a knife at a haystack.

Sometimes you both stole glances at each other but tried to make sure the other person did not notice.

There were many things between you two that you did but did not talk about.

It was almost taboo to bring it up.

So neither of you spoke about it, continuing your friendship as if there wasn’t something more to you both.

Drayton always scolded him to make sure he did not get you pregnant, which would have horrified Nubbins if he was not in love with you.

One day, Johnny joked that he was going to “steal that fine piece of ass from Roadkill Boy” and it set Nubbins off bad.

He hurled insults and physical objects at Johnny, screaming to stay the fuck away from you and if he didn’t, he would slit his throat.

Johnny knew he struck a nerve and just chuckled, only wanting to get underneath Nubbins’ skin.

You asked Nubbins if he would like to have a picnic with you in the sunflower fields and he quickly agreed.

The next afternoon, you skipped down to the Sawyer house in a black, lacy dress with a black cropped bell sleeve cardigan cover up (long ass description I am so sorry).

You wore bone jewelry Nubbins had gifted you and you curled your hair to perfection.

When he answered the door, he felt his heart skip.

You were absolutely beautiful.

Chop Top yelled that Nubbins had a hard on which embarrassed him a lot and Johnny just about died from laughter.

But he did not have a hard on, to your dismay.

You gently grabbed his hand and pulled him outside to go to the sunflower field together.

He seemed a bit off, he was not his usual, wiry self.

He seemed nervous and a bit out of it. Not usual Nubbins behavior.

“Are you okay, darlin’?” you asked as you both made your way into the sunflower field.

“Y-yeah.” he stuttered.

You frowned. This was not your usual Nubbins. You wondered what was wrong with him, but you didn’t want to push it any further.

“Well, I made us some sandwiches and got chips. I made your favorite dessert too!” you chirped as you pulled him quicker. “Come on, I’m starvin’.”

He giggled as you pulled on his hand softly to speed up his pace. Your hand fit perfectly into his.

Setting up the quilt and giving Nubbins a show with how your dress started to ride up your thighs, you both sat down on the quilt with a small sigh. You took out the lunch you had prepared and you both began to eat, talking about the latest roadkill you had seen and the latest victim the Sawyers had mutilated. You knew what went on, but it did not bother you. You were twisted in your own ways. But Nubbins loved that you didn’t seem to mind their bloodthirsty tendencies and their cannibalism.

However, he did enjoy the sandwiches you made even if it wasn’t made of human flesh or organs. Sometimes he had a craving for something other than human. And you filled that craving. After the main course, you took out dessert. A double chocolate cake that you decorated carefully with chocolate icing and chocolate sprinkles. Nubbins had a sweet tooth as well, and chocolate was a huge weakness of his.

“Y-you’re the best, ya’ know that?” he said as he munched on a slice of cake. “This is amazing.”

You smiled. “Aww, well I had to make it. Ya’ are my special boy, ya’ know.”

A slight blush covered his cheeks as he giggled. “Am I your s-special boy?”

“Of course you are, you are my best friend in the whole world.” you replied with a blush tinging your cheeks as well. You opened your mouth to say something else, but you closed it.

He tilted his head. Some things did not go unseen with Nubbins. “What else were y-ya’ going to say?”

You swallowed and shook your head. “Nothin’.”

“I thought we d-didn’t keep secrets from each other.” he pouted.

You felt your hands begin to sweat nervously. You fumbled with the trim of your dress. “Well, I really enjoy spending time with you. It’s what I look forward to a lot. Just being with you.” You avoided his gaze.

“I-I-I feel the same way too.” He replied. “I really l-like spending time with ya’ too, Y/N.”

An awkward silence filled the air as the birds chirped quietly in the background. You both looked away from each other, not sure what else to say.

“I’m in love with ya’.” Nubbins said softly, the only sentence he said without stuttering.

Your head snapped up. “Seriously?”

Nubbins slightly flinched at your tone, immediately recoiling back. “I-it’s okay if ya’ don’t feel the same way-”

Gaining some courage, you leaned forward and cradled his face between your hands. “Nubs, I’m in love with ya’ too.”

He blinked at you in bewilderment. “Y-ya’ are?”

“Always have been.” you said quietly as you looked down. “Ya’ are my whole world.”

A smile tugged at his lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer. “Oh, I knew ya’ was gonna’ come around!”

You giggled as he began to get hyper. “My special boy, I always have been around.”

You kissed him gently. He was not very sure what to do, as he only had watched a lot of television that only showed a few kissing scenes, but he just went with his instincts. After what felt like forever, you pulled away and grinned at your Nubbins. He grinned back.

“So w-we’re a thing?”

“Yes we are!”

You both spent the rest of the evening together in the sunflower fields, watching the stars in the sky and talking. He held you close to him as you snuggled into him. This felt like home to him.

After some time, he noticed how frequently you were yawning and figured it was time to let you get back home to rest. He walked you to your house, which was not very far but he wanted to make sure you made it safe. He was not going to let his lady walk by herself in the dark. You kissed him goodbye once more and hugged him tightly, not wanting to let go of him. He didn’t want to let go of you either

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Nubs.” You said sleepily.

“Y-yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He replied as he ruffled your hair. You smiled at him as you went inside.

Trekking back to his home, he could barely contain his excitement. You were finally his and he was so proud of it. When he walked inside his home, Sissy hounded him immediately.

“Why are ya’ so smiley about?” she teased. “Someone got a little girlfriend?”

He nodded and smiled more.

Sissy gasped. “Ya’ finally got Y/N?!”

Chop Top peeked his head around the corner of the door frame. “Nubbins got a girlfriend?!” He started to dance around and tease his twin. “Nubbins got a girlfriend! Nubbins got a girlfriend!” he sang.

The hitchhiker could not help the string of giggles that came out of him. His cheeks hurt from the amount of smiling he was doing.

Bubba was freaking out with Sissy as they both squealed with happiness.

Johnny clasped his shoulder. “Ya’ shifty sum-bitch, I knew ya’ had it in ya’!”

With all the clamor and excitement, they did not hear the phone ringing except for Drayton who answered it and relayed the message.

“Nubbins!” he yelled as he came into the living room. “Ya’ little girlfriend called and said to come back to her house, she forgot to give ya’ somethin’.”

“Yeah, forgot to give him some ass!” Johnny and Chop Top howled with laughter as Sissy punched Johnny in the shoulder. “Oww, Sissy what the fuck?!”

Nubbins had a faint blush and nodded. “A-alright.”

Drayton eyed his brother. “And ya’ better make sure there ain’t no hanky panky goin’ on! Don’t need no love child of yours to be runnin’ about!”

“Lighten up old man, let Nubbins have this one!” Johnny said. “Go on, get to ya’ girlfriend now!”

Nubbins exited the house and made his way back to your house quickly. He was a little confused as to what you wanted to give to him, but he didn’t mind walking to your house this late. In fact, he didn’t mind doing anything for you at all.

He noticed that it was empty. Your parents must have been gone and he didn’t take notice of it earlier when he walked you home. He was too busy thinking about how you loved him. Knocking on your door, he glanced around and shifted onto his other leg. He was still a bit hyper from the commotion of his family.

When you answered the door, he felt his blood rush. You were wearing panties and a plain t shirt that outlined your curves. He tried not to stare too much.

“Wh-what is it that ya’ wanted to give to me?” he asked.

You chuckled. “Actually, I just wanted to see if ya’ wanted to have a sleepover. My parents are gone.”

He smiled. “I would l-l-love that.”

You both cuddled together and watched a movie, dozing off as you two soaked in each other’s presence. He was yours, and you were his. Forever.

BONUS:

“Where in the hell is that boy?!” Drayton complained. “It’s 12 in the goddamn morning!”

“Like I said old man, he’s gettin’ some ass right about now.” Johnny replied as he and Chop Top watched a horror movie and ate popcorn. “It’s best to leave them be. Ain’t hurtin’ anyone.”

“Y-yeah, he ain’t had a girlfriend ever.” Chop Top said while shoving popcorn into his mouth. “It’s g-good to see him happy.”

“Fuckin’ A.” Johnny said as he nodded his head.

Drayton sighed. “I’ll let it be this time, but I swear to God if she ends up pregnant I am beating the shit out of both of ya’.”

“They are gonna’ fuck like rabbits.” said the Slaughter boy with a chuckle.

“What was that, boy?” His mother asked in a warning-like tone.

“Nothin’ mama.”

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devilwearingdior · 7 months

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Maria Flores. Disappeared mysteriously during her photography trip. With no success from the law to find Maria; Ana Flores and her friends take the matter in their own hands and decide to put up their own search party; what they discover will change them forever… But what happened before Maria disappeared? This story will take the reader back to August 1973, 7 months before Maria’s disappearance. Follow the story of Olivia Green, a transfer student from California, and see everything unfold leading to the tragedy from the eyes of a new character.

First chapter will be released soon…

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#texas chainsaw massacre #TCM #Maria Flores #Ana Flores #leland mckinney #Sonny Williams #Julie Crawford #Connie Taylor #Johnny Slaughter #Johnny Sawyer #Sissy Slaughter #Sissy Sawyer #The Cook #The hitchhiker #grandpa #some familiar faces will come too from the movies though it will not be timeline accurate #reader x Johnny #tcm fanfic #tcm game

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hauntedjohnny · 7 months

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FLOWER POWER

sissy slaughter x sister-in-law!reader

wc: 3.3k tw: NON-CON, sex pollen, thigh riding, oral sex, fingering, strap-on sex, breath play, overstimulation, somno(?), face-sitting, cuck!johnny i guess

MINORS DNI

Sissy had been staring at you the entire afternoon. You were wearing her shirt. A slip from Bubba holding a glass of water was all it took. It stretched in all the right places, your braless form on show for anyone to see. What threw her over the edge, however, was when you sat on the back porch de-seeding the sunflowers. Your fingers rubbed in circles at the head clenched between your thighs, releasing the beads in a small tray below you. The autumn afternoon sun left a light film on your head, a gentle breeze exposing your neck, cooling the sensation. You were an enticing meal. She had to get you alone.

"Hiya sweetie, what d'ya say about coming to pick some flowers with me? Some girl-time away from these idiots."

You grin at the invitation, nodding in acceptance, hoping she didn’t see the initial confusion in your eyes. When you first met her, you thought she hated you. You and Sissy will get on like a house of fire, trust me, she could make friends with a fly. Johnny couldn’t have been more wrong. Always staring, lips pulled taut, few words shared. You tried to befriend her, but she’d feign busyness whenever you fumbled your way into conversation. You didn’t know how you made her run hot, jealousy running through her blood every time you stared at Johnny with those doe eyes, lust making her blood pound every time she breathed you in. She’s off-limits. Johnny��s voice rang through her head. She knew he wasn't talking about sex, so was she really off-limits? Oh, how Sissy needed to taste you, hear you squeal for her, show you her ways.

"Let me get changed real quick and I'll meet ya back here."

She leaves before you can question her need to change, but you shrug it off, deciding to tell Johnny your whereabouts instead. With a swift kiss on the cheek and a warning about being back before dark, you leave the family house arm in arm with Sissy. Her unchanged appearance went unnoticed as the fields of flowers came into view.

"I have got so much to show you." She giggled, locking the gate behind her.

The vast fields were quiet, a light hum from Sissy filling the void. You trailed behind her as she went to different patches, brushing your hand against the stems, appreciating the nectar scent whenever something piqued your fancy. She observed how you interacted with the flowers, giggling whenever your nose kissed the stamen. As they went deeper into the fields, the flowers in her basket became more abundant. Petals, leaves, stems and roots were crammed together. The empty glass jar was the only thing void of life. Sissy knew she couldn't hold out any longer.

“Could you be a doll and fill this jar with the pollen from those flowers over there?” She said, pointing at a small patch of maroon.

You nodded with an eager smile as she shoves the glass jar into your chest. Always happy to help. You skip over to the sea of red as Sissy watches your retreating form. With a click, the lid opens and you start tapping the flowers, causing spores to fall from the buds into the glass. Gentle fingers stroke each silky petal, fingers turning a darker red with each touch. You couldn't help yourself. The aroma was an invitation for your nose, sticking it deep within the petals. The sweet smell was intoxicating, breathing so deeply you could taste it on your tongue. Your nose tried to warn you, sneezing to expel the rusty dust swirling around you, but the damage had already been done. It was five minutes later when you felt it; the jar was half full, your brain felt like it was going to explode. Closing the half-filled jar, you staggered towards Sissy, eyebrows furrowed as you began to see double.

“You alright, sugar?” Sissy queried, raising an eyebrow at your distressed figure.

“I think the afternoon sun is catching up on me. I'm gonna make my way back.” You reply, running your hand across your forehead, hoping to soothe the ache.

“Nonsense." She waved you off. "Go perch yourself on that patch of grass; we’ll leave together when I’m finished.” She went back to her flowers, the smirk on her face going unnoticed by you.

Your body follows her command like a dog obeying its owner, too focused on the sweat forming on your neck to stand your ground. The heat in your head surges down your body until it settles deep in your core. Knees dirtied as your legs gave way beneath you, writhing in the grass as a cramp soars through you. Your jaw clenches as you try to breathe through it. You wished Johnny was here.

The soft material of your shirt rubbing against your nipple made your writhing stop. You were left frozen at the sensation as your brain tried to catch up to the feeling, small whimpers leaving your mouth. Another shift caused it to catch on the hardened bud again, the feeling rougher as your nipples grew more sensitive. A moan slipped out before you could stop it, catching the attention of the woman nearby. The sensation became unbearable, mimicries of the touch your body needed. Tears sprung in your eyes as the shirt started to feel like sandpaper abrading your skin. It felt like you were suffocating.

You peeled the sweat-stained shirt off your body without a second thought; the cool breeze soothing the fire on your chest was the only thing your mind could focus on. Sissy's shadow looming over you went unnoticed until she let out a small chuckle at the sight of you on your back, squirming uncomfortably. Your eyes fluttered open, steely eyes dragging up your body to meet them, pupils so large they eclipse the reflection of the low sun. Dizziness took over as she brought her face close to yours; four eyes stare down at you as your vision blurred. The proximity was smothering. Another cramp brought your knees to your chest, a subconscious barrier preventing Sissy from getting closer, or perhaps, a barrier preventing you from succumbing to temptations.

“You poor thing.” Sissy cooed, bringing her hand to gently cup your face.

“I think you should go get Johnny.” You choke out, tears turning the girl in front of her into nothing but a blur.

Ignoring your comment, she began circling the wetness on your face with her thumb. The ghost of Johnny’s kiss melted under the heat of your cheeks. You followed her hand with your lips like a bloodhound; staggered breaths landed on her palm as you inhaled her grassy scent. Lips brushed against her skin, the only source of comfort you could find. Your body was starved for touch. Another wave of pain sends your legs into Sissy's stomach, a winded huff leaving her throat at the impact. The grip on your jaw grows tighter. You stifle a moan in the back of your throat before uttering the words Sissy didn't want to hear.

“Want... Johnny...” Your voice was higher, strained.

You fidget below her, the last bit of sense fending for itself, pushing her away with your legs. Your hand goes to grab her wrist, but it's slapped away before you can make contact. A hardness glazed over her eyes. She was trying not to snap as she wrestled with your flailing legs.

“I wouldn't try that if I were you,” she snarled through gritted teeth.

A sharp slap on your thigh caused you to fall rigid, the feeling going straight to your cunt. Winning the fight, she brings her grass-stained fingers to your throat, causing your body to go limp with submission. With tangled legs, her thigh wedges itself between your own. A cruel smile creeps on her face at your compliance.

“There’s nothin’ he can do for you that I can’t.”

Dread drowns your body as you stared at Sissy, biting your trembling lip in contemplation. Her hand grew heavy around your throat, the other sending soothing sparks as it thumbed your shorts, causing your mind to grow cloudier, her touch overwhelming your system. Before you can stop it, a loud sob spills from your throat, tears streaming down your face. You were terrified of Johnny's reaction. You were terrified that you didn't hate what was happening. You needed her. Another wave coursed through you as your hips jolted towards Sissy, grinding against her thigh without thinking. Your sobs turn to that of relief.

Embarrassed by the way your hips move against your will, your eyes clench shut, unable to confront the smug look on Sissy's face. Your pitiful motions spoke for themself — you needed her the way she needed you. Rutting harder, you throw your arms over your face as your cunt throbs with humiliation. Your mind screams at you to stop, but your legs cross behind her, pulling her taut against your body as you try to find your high. Wet kisses are peppered down your neck towards your breasts, a trail of goosebumps following in their wake. You stifle a moan at the back of your throat. Each movement was filled with desperation, her sharp tongue wanting to taste every inch of your skin.

The relief wears off, the confines of your shorts growing tighter, your body wanting to feel Sissy’s skin against it. You push at your shorts in desperation. Sissy, understanding your pitiful whines, untangles herself and strips them from your legs. Before you can bring her back to your heat, she leans down and pushes your thighs apart. You try to resist, whining like a brat as she denies you friction. She sends a glare your way, raising an eyebrow as her nails dig deeper into your thighs at the outburst.

"Such a pretty thing. This all for me?" She bites, staring into your hooded eyes. The taunt in her voice was so soft it made you hazy.

Your underwear is slick, the wetness revealing the contours of your folds. Goosebumps erupt down your body as her nose nudges at your covered clit. Arousal glistens in her eyes as she breathes in deeply, the scent of your own arousal infecting her senses. A silent gasp turned into a strained moan as Sissy licked a broad stroke across your cunt. Before you could make another sound, your sodden underwear was stripped off your body and shoved between your gasping lips. The coolness hitting your slick made your breath hitch. Every hair on your body was alert as Sissy's hot breath hit your hot cunt. Your fingers tangle into her hair in silent plea, urging her closer.

"Y'need me to touch you, sugar?"

You can feel the smirk against your mound. She trails her finger across your glistening lips, cruelly avoiding your engorged clit. She watches it twitch in anticipation, her mouth watering at your desire. She can't hold back any longer, plunging her tongue deep into your folds, your taste covering every inch of her mouth. You scream at the sensation, thighs clamping around her face, eyes rolling deep into your head. Sissy's tongue flicks at your swollen bud, causing you to tug harder at her hair, back arching as you try to chase the feeling. The broad strokes returned to your folds, drinking your addictive sweetness. She was exploring every nook and cranny with her tongue, losing herself to the taste of you; she had waited so long for this; she was going to savour it.

Your wetness falls to the grass below, weeping for more. Sissy couldn't help but concede to your demands. Nudging your thigh with her shoulder, she spreads your petals with her slender finger, tracing at the entrance. Stuttering moans slip through your stuffed lips as her exploration advances inside. Her fingers were nothing compared to the thick, calloused ones you were used to, and yet you could feel every ridge of her finger stroking your walls. You were so sensitive to her touch. The squelch of your wetness suctioning against her finger spurred her on. She knew you could take more, your body was begging for it. Three slender fingers were welcomed, your walls clenching around them in greeting. She curled them as she thrust them in and out at a steady pace. You drooled at the feeling.

"S'like you were made for me, doll."

Sissy kissed at your abandoned clit, throbbing against her lips for attention. Her tongue drew slow circles around it in perfect rhythm. The fire over your body centralised in your core, nails gripping at her scalp as you pulled her flush against you. A laugh escaped her, vibrating against your bud and into your cunt. Her fingers were nimble, prodding at corners you didn't know were there, scratching an itch you didn't know you had. With every thrust of her fingers, with every roll of her tongue, you were falling deeper into her trap; you were her perfect plaything. She wanted you to come for her, so that's what you did. You cried out to the skies as you drenched her fingers. She brought them to her lips, her tongue diving between each digit, savouring the flavour to memory. The wetness on her chin glistened in the setting sun — she knew she didn't have much longer with you.

A ravenous glint sparkled in her eye as she admired your trembling body, chest heaving as you try to breathe through your clogged nose and gagged mouth. A gasp of air entered your lungs as she removed your underwear, using it to wipe at her mouth before pocketing it. She couldn't wait any longer; you were nothing but a rag-doll for her to manhandle, body eager to fulfill her every desire. Your slick cunt was exposed to the world as you were rolled over, ass pulled towards the sky. A heaviness was felt against your back. It was familiar but different; cooler and harder, unnatural. You peer behind through wet lashes to see a dildo strapped to Sissy's waist. A gasp flew out of your mouth when you registered the size. Sure, Johnny was big, but you'd never seen a cock so thick. Sissy's finger tips were unable to meet as she dragged it between your dripping folds.

"You don't have to be scared. Just clear your mind." She consoled, palms fondling the flesh of your ass.

She was right. All thoughts scattered from your mind as she pushed into you. The brutality of the stretch burned as the tip breached your opening, slowly fizzling into pleasure as the rest of her cock follows. Your arousal made it easy as she settled deep into you, every nerve end singing for Sissy. Her hands drag across your back, claws leaving embossed trails as they stake claim over your skin. Just as you adjusted to her size, she pulls out and slams into you. Your arms give way, face hitting the floor. You shove your face into the earth to mask the pathetic groans falling from your lips. The sex-fuelled oath of being Johnny’s was overwritten by a single thrust.

“Does Johnny treat you this good? No, I’m sure he just uses you for his own sake. Don’t think of anyone but himself. It’s okay, I’ll take care of you, sweet thing.” Sissy grunts through gritted teeth, as she continues to abuse your weeping cunt.

You whisper your sinful whines to the ground, your sweat, drool and tears irrigating the field. Sissy's thrusts become desperate and rough as she drives herself deeper into you. The divine light was hidden between your thighs and she was desperate for enlightenment. She wishes she could feel the way you clench around her but the way you howl for her makes up for it. Every thrust leaves you winded as you gasp for air against the dirt, brown smearing across your cheek at the force. Your fingers curl around the blades of grass to ground yourself, mud caking under your nails. The base of the strap smacks against your abused clit; all you can do it arch your back as she relentlessly pummels into you. Hitting the deep angles Johnny never had sent shivers up your spine. Pleasure blossoms in your core. You could feel her everywhere. Every part of you was hers for the taking.

Chants of her name accompany the slaps of skin as you reach your high, a harsh spank to your flesh sending you over the edge. Bright white stars explode behind your eyes as you scrunch them closed. Even as the light fades, her thrusts don't stop. She wanted more, the hunger in her eyes tunnelling in on your writhing body beneath her. You try to pull away, the sensation unbearable, but your legs are numb. All your aching muscles could do is collapse to the floor, Sissy's body following, capturing you against the grass as she ruts against you relentlessly. Pleasure turns to pain as the pollen begins to wear off, feeling the stretch like an inferno. You try to catch your breath, but every gasp panics you as dirt enters your lungs. The claiming mutterings of Sissy don't make it to your ears as your brain buzzes at the lack of oxygen. The world goes black as your body burns for her.

You were nothing but a rag-doll for Sissy to use. She pulled out of your unconscious body; the strap thrown aside as she traced your swollen chapped lips with her finger. It would be a shame to not take advantage. She lowered herself onto your face, slowly grinding on it to test the waters. A gleeful moan echoed as her clit bumped against your nose. She couldn't control herself. Your eyes begin to flutter open, lungs gasping for air, only to be met with her arousal coating your lips. Struggling against her hold, your nails dig into her thighs — an attempt to claw your way out. Your panicked wriggling encourages her to rut harder as your nose rubs against her bud. She gives into your pleading doe eyes, lifting for a moment to grant you a gasp of air before continuing her assault. It wasn't much, but it was enough. Wetness from her cunt meets the wetness of your tears, the sight bringing her closer to the edge as her thrusts become animalistic. The lack of oxygen makes you woozy, head spinning as she gushes on your face with an unabashed scream. Her grinding slows as she rides out her orgasm. The satisfaction on her face made you warm — you did that.

She pulled away, a string of saliva connecting the two of you, before grabbing your underwear and cleaning your face with it. Her movements were tender as she wiped away the tears and dirt off your cheeks, removing as much evidence of the night as she could. She held your head in her hands, waiting for your eyes to meet her own. A sinful smirk crept onto her face.

"We're gonna have so much girl-time together from now on; a perfect doll for me to play with..." she trailed off as she stroked your hair, head hanging heavy in her hands.

You were redressed before your brain could catch up to her words, too tired to realise she'd packed her things and left. Everything was still spinning, your body still tingling, shivering as a small breeze passes through the flower patches. The distant call for Johnny from a skipping Sissy fell to the back of your mind as you watch the sky gradate to black. You were content. A life of servitude and pleasure didn't seem so bad.

#sissy slaughter x reader #sissy sawyer x reader #sissy slaughter #sissy sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #tcm game #i cannot bear to look at this anymore

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melodrama-ticcc · 8 months

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things i am currently working on:

- sissy x f!reader (request) complete!

- one piece characters confess to reader mini scenarios (request)

- johnny x reader smut

- johnny x oc series (trying to make this reader insert friendly) chapter one published, chapter two in progress!

#melodrama #sissy slaughter #sissy tcm #one piece x you #one piece imagines #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece zoro #one piece mihawk #one piece sanji #one piece law #one piece luffy #tcsm game #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter x reader #tcsm #texas chainsaw massacre #johnny slaughter x y/n #sissy slaughter x reader

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dykepvppy · 7 months

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You keep asking for blurbs or something so.... here's some from like everything I can think of! (Also idk the survivors need in tcm but like am in love with them? And sissy.) But I'm obsessed with Yellowjackets and love Sam Carpenter!

1. SISSY - Ok what would happen if I tried to fight her? Joking! I need this woman to call me Suger. Like her lines in game 🛐 I'd run towards her (I wouldn't make it off the chain 💀) just her calling you Suger as you like run from her and stuff...

2. SAM, Ghostface Sam? - Her girlfriend has to help her with a "random" wound on her stomach, and just checking her out like "I know what you are." Your ghostface, and I'm ngl that's hot as hell come over here so we can debate who's next

3. NATALIE - I NEED to smoke with her on the roof of her shity trailer and watch the stars as we either sit in silence knowing damn well both of them are in love with the other

4. LOTTIE - idk if you write for her, but, Shrooms Lottie has my heart. Like yes girl go crazy and hunt this man! Yeah! Girl things! Now could you hunt me? Like that seemed scary as hell but I need to know if I could get away. (I couldn't) And then instead of cannibalism it's like a weird cult wedding/bonding.

If you see a pattern here no you don't 🏃

I enjoy your writing btw! Need more wlw writers (especially for sissy.)

This is random and rushed as I know how annoying boredom is 🏃💨

MARKS - SISSY SLAUGHTER

( and yes I do the girl survivors 😫 need Ana to top me idk but y’all think sissy a Lana stan idk )

Tw: blood, bitting,marks, dirty talk, fingering , possessiveness (?)

'please open'' you picked at the door with a lockpick, stuck in the basement of the slaughter family, wishing you didn't come here. fighting for your life with the damn door.. ''come on come on'' breathing heavily, upon trying to pick at the door you heard soft singing and humming. ''my love your love our love'''. the feminine voice hummed.. ''fuck fuck'' you groaned as you kept picking at the door. as soon you got the door unlocked you felt a hand pull you back and it was sissy one of the family members.

''look what we have here sugar'' the blonde giggled

as she crouched down to your level , her razor cutting you a little causing blood to drip out, groaning from the pain. sissy smiled getting close to you licked the blood off your neck sucking it.. you tried to hold back a moan. ''mm you taste so good'' the slaughter member spoke.. you froze in horror you couldnt move. she left marks on your neck.. her slender finger grabbed your chin and made you look at her .

''imma keep you sugar'' her fingers traveled down to your shorts she licked her lips she slowly got close to you again and bit your neck softly her hands roaming around your body, you tried not to moan.. ''mm sugar let it out'' her hand unbuttoning your shorts she quickly pulled them down and saw a wet damn in your underwear.. ''oh sugar are you this wet'' her blade slowly cut your underwear showing your throbbing clit. this caused sissy to tease you. her fingers was almost inside you..

''mm sugar your this wet'' she jokingly teased you, you moaned out and grabbed her other arm for support, ''please'' begging for the girl to finger fuck you. ''mm you want it sugar'' before you could say anything she added her two fingers in you pumping in and out of your tight cunt.. ''mm sugar your so tight have you been saving it for me'' speaking to you going fast into you. you loved how her fingers felt you wanted to deny it but you couldnt.. you were close to cumming on her fingers the blonde pulled away fast , licking the juices. ''sugar you taste so good'' whimpering from her comment.. she opened your legs and licked your puffed clit. whining out in pleasure her nails digging into you as she ate you out. she was ravaging you like someone tried to take you..

''oh fuck'' your legs wrapped around her head making the girl go deep.. ''mm'' sissy muffled in your clit causing vibrations. you slowly grind on her face.. you felt a knot in your stomach bubble up.

"FUCK...fuckkkkk.. im gonna cum'' moaning loudly as you let go, the family member lapped up every drop as she pulled away , you breathed heavily.. ''sugar i might keep you'' she spoke.. but you were to tired to stand up or hear her your legs was shaking and sore, sissy giggled.

''your mine sugar say that yer' mine''

everythinge was a blur but you were so drunk on her sluring your words ''immm yours''. the blond gave a grin and rubbed your cheek ''good now get some rest''

she put you back in the room hoping you dont leave her.

#lesbian #wlw blog #sissy slaughter #sissy slaughter x reader #tcmb #tcm x reader #tcm 1974 #she’s so fine #top me #HELLUARRR

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gxthicwxrm · 6 months

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The Beginning Of The End- Johnny Slaughter

Character(s): Johnny Slaughter, Sissy Slaughter, Nubbins Slaughter, reader

Summary: The reader has lost her memories, and Johnny and the family are determined to remind her where she belongs.

Credit to @creepling for the idea. Their post is here.

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With feet pounding against the dirt path, you dart down the driveway of the house you've been kidnapped and tortured. Petrified and paranoid, you look over your shoulder to see your fear is confirmed: a blonde, slender woman and a brunette muscular man following behind you, only a few paces away from grabbing you. Pushing harder, you kick dirt behind you as you zone in on the fence ahead of you, running as fast as your injuries allow. 'I can do this. I'm going to make it out of there.' You thought as you closed the distance between yourself and freedom. 'I'm going to make it home.'

You hear the electricity zapping before you see the sparks, but that doesn't waver you. 'I'll make the jump.' You've made your decision, feet slapping the ground.

As you came up to the fencing, you prepared yourself and went to dive past the fencing, only to get electricity pulsing through your body as you were thrown backward and hit the ground hard. A loud crack rings in your ears as pain swells from the back of your head. Gasping, the air in your lungs leaves with a single whoosh, still inching towards the fence. Everything is a blur as you look around. Nothing makes sense. Where are you again? Who are these three people around you? Why are they laughing and not helping you? All you knew was you had to keep moving, unsure of why but determined to proceed.

Digging your digits into the ground, you start crawling toward the exit. Your hand stumbles onto the metal sheet of electricity, and a hot, numbing blackness takes over.

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Pain.

All you could feel was pain. Heat covers your body like a blanket, suffocating you. Your eyes feel like someone has placed weights on them, too heavy to open them. A sharp, prickling sensation wraps over your head, pulsing, as you attempt to move your hand, triggering a tingling pain to shoot up your arm, stopping your movements as a groan of pain leaves your dried lips.

"Oh J, it seems like our guest is awake!" A woman's voice sings to your right. Footsteps fill the silence around you when whatever was covering your eyes is suddenly lifted.

First, all you see is the bright white of the overhead light shining down, blinking the sting away as your eyes adjust to the new environment. Looking around, you notice the woman you presume was talking: a blonde-haired woman standing on your bedside with her hand resting on your shoulder, a small comfort. With much effort, you give the woman a slight smile that probably looked like a grimace, a dull ringing in your ears sending sharp pains into your skull. If you weren’t so out of it, you would’ve questioned the subtle raise of the woman’s brow before she quickly smiled back.

“Where am I?” You croak. The woman hesitates for a moment before nodding.

“You had an accident, but you are okay now. You are safe.” Her voice is soft and comforting, a contrast to the blinding light. Squinting, you move your head to the side the blonde stood on. “Oh, Dear, let me turn that off.” The woman rushes to the side of the room and flicks a switch by the door before setting something down on the table near the door—a flash of white cloth and glass.

“Thank you.” You mumble, looking around the strange room. “May I ask you something without sounding rude?” You ask, causing the short woman to pause before slowly facing you as a mysterious glint clouds her eyes that were not there before.

“Ask away.” She says, taking small steps toward me.

“Are you my family?” The woman pauses, her eyes wide as her mouth opens and closes, seemingly unsure.

“Yes, you are.” A husky voice says to your left; a tall, dark-haired man walks in the door, followed by a slightly shorter man with a uniquely shaped birthmark on his face. The taller, more muscular man strides to your side, reaching for your hand.

“B-Baby? How are you feeling?” The man asks, sitting on your bed as you hear a soft scoff behind the brown-eyed man before you. Even through the piercing headache, you could see his sharp, defined features and dark eyes you could get lost in. ‘Who was this man?’ You asked yourself as you took in his beauty.

“Who are you?” you ask.

“Do you remember your name?” He asks, surprising you, but you thought about it. After a moment of concentration, it came off you.

Y/N, Y/N L/N.

“Yes, Y/N.” You answer as a look flashes across his face before a smile replaces it.

“Good. Good. What else do you remember?” He prods, his thumb drawing shapes on your hand as his other rests on your blanketed thigh. Taking more time to comb through your brain, you try hard to conjure up any memory but sigh when you cannot. Tears slowly fill your eyes as you look between the three strangers who weren’t strangers, looking for answers you knew they didn’t have.

“I can’t remember anything. Why can’t I remember? Who are you? What happened to me?” Your voice rasps as you raise your voice slightly.

“I’m Johnny. I’m your boyfriend. This is Sissy and Nubbins.” He gestures to the other two.

“You were cooking and fainted, hitting your head pretty hard on the coffee table. The water burns your hands and feet a bit, but the d-doctors” He glances to Sissy, who nods before turning back to you. “-said that they will heal nicely.” He finishes with a reassuring smile.

“I fainted?” You ask. Could it be that simple?

“Yes.” He says, squeezing your hand.

“Let’s let your girlfriend rest up, boy. Let’s go catch dinner since you let ours go.” The man called ‘Nubbins’ sneered at Johnny, earning a glare from the taller man. Johnny turns back to you as Nubbins walks into the hall.

“I’ll be back after a while. When I get back, we’ll go home, baby.” He promises, quickly placing a kiss on your forehead before stomping off. Home? Wasn’t this home?

“Johnny has- You and Johnny have your own place. This is the…family house. He lives by the Junkyard. You’ll love it again.” She says as she hands you a glass with two white pills. “Hear. It’s late, and you need rest.” She says

“What is it?” You eye the pills.

“Pain management.” She responds quickly, pushing the glass to your lips. With a nod, you take the pills and swallow them down. The cool water coats your dry throat, bringing life back into your body. Walking toward the door, Sissy stops, hand on the frame.

“If you need anything, scream.” She says before following the two men, leaving you alone to try to think of anything you remember, but it only brings you waves of pain instead of memories. With a sad sigh, you close your eyes, allowing sleep to take you away.

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Hey guys! This is my first Slasher and Slaughter fic!!! This is the first part of a potential series. Let me know what yall think!!

#johnny slaughter x reader #johnny slaughter #johnny slaughter imagines #johnny slaughter fanfic #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw game #sissy slaughter #nubbins slaughter #texas chainsaw massacre game #texas chainsaw massacre fanfic

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chronically-sawyer-pilled · 5 months

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TCSM Sissy x Fem!Reader

"Sweet Sugar" Part 9

Part 1

18+, Minors BEGONE (DNI)

Warnings for whole story: NSFW, Murder, Cannibalism, Drugging, Coercion, Slight noncon, Unwanted touching, Abuse, Blood, Knifeplay, Bondage, Kidnapping, Sweat stuff, human faces being worn, pet names (sweetie, sugar, sunshine) general horror themes. This is a work of pure fiction, pure horror fiction - the actions in this story are not to be taken as positive depictions of affection.

The next thing you knew, you were being pushed down onto the bed, with Sissy standing nude in front of you. She was beautiful, radiant, the room was filled with a green haze - your mind throbbed as Sissy pulled your underwear from your legs, admiring your form as she cut the strap off your bra. "Sugar… I might just go mad if I look at you too long~" Sissy hummed, crawling onto the bed, running her fingers along your tender skin, kissing your neck softly before biting down, causing you to cry out "Let me hear those cries sugar, let me hear your song" She laughed as she bit down harder, suckling and biting almost hard enough to draw blood. It made you squirm, made you writhe and buck, your arms too weak to push her off as Sissy feasted like a wild animal. She continued to assault your body with bites, marking every inch of you, so everyone knew you were hers. Every kiss, every bite was an assault to the senses, the haze in the room bringing your mind to such an intensity you swore you would pass out if you were touched any further. Sissy's hands eventually made her way down to your breasts, squeezing, pinching, each touch dizzying, her tongue soon followed, every lick and swirl was nauseating. Your legs kicked and twitched each time Sissy made contact, it was almost enough to make you sick. You felt a knot build in your groin, your breath was heavy, your moans loud and desperate. "Sissy I…" you cried, sweat building on your forehead "Shhh, I know what it is you want sugar. But you've gotta do somethin' for me first." Sissy giggled, turning around, positioning her pussy right above your mouth. "Just do what your body tells you to." Sissy hummed, lowering herself onto your mouth. She tasted sour, her smell was overwhelming - and yet, despite how wrong it all felt, you found yourself tasting her anyway.

Every time you lapped at her you tasted her more and more, your tongue didn't know where to go, but Sissy found a way. She forced herself down, bucked harshly against the places she needed touched the most, all with a mix of ferocity and lust. As Sissy's quiet little moans became louder, she pushed herself further down on your face, suffocating you as she rode. "Just like that sunshine! Don't you DARE stop!" Sissy gasped Suddenly her act of lust became a fight for survival, as Sissy got closer and closer to her climax, your lungs grew more desperate for air - you lapped desperately at Sissy's slick mound, hoping you could bring her closer to finishing, your tongue ached, your lungs were burning, but with one final push - Sissy cried out - at first she spasm'd wildly, riding out her orgasm on your face, and then her movements slowed. After a moment of rest she dismounted from your slick-streaked face, the two of you gasped for air, taking in the sweet flowery scent of the room, inhaling the haze right into your lungs. "Mmmm, thanks sugar." Sissy giggled, cutting off your desperate breaths with a kiss, a deep, passionate kiss - you couldn't tell if she was revelling in your taste or her own. Your eyes began to roll back, your mind a total haze as Sissy took control of you. "Now. I'm gonna make you squirm."

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lil-spider · 7 months

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So Damn Pretty

Chapter 3

Part 2 : Part 4 :

Pairing: Johnny Slaughter X Female Reader

Summary: Johnny is sex starved and you’re very attractive, so attractive that he doesn’t want to kill you. Instead he finds ways to keep you around longer.

Note: Ive made Sissy a traditional woman who helps cooks and clean, but I also like to think she’s a modern woman that likes to smoke the zaza in her downtime while listening to groovy music. Im trying to make this a pwp. I’m not sure how many chapters but I want it to be a slight slow burn with some angst mixed in with other things. Johnny also wants the wants the reader to join the family and become one of them but he knows reader won’t be willing, so he has a plot in mind for her. That will all come later on heheh.

Warning: This is 18+ and please do not read if your sensitive to heavy descriptions of non/con and violence. Including bondage, blood, gore, assault, objectification and unsafe sex. For those who don’t mind, I hope you enjoy.

I dream of what might have been if the minivan had never broken down or I hadn't accepted Johnny's offer. In my dream, I would be out in nature with my closest friends, unwinding by a campfire, and toasting marshmallows. They give me a radiant, loving smile. I want to tell them how much I miss them, but when I'm abruptly roused by strong sensations, they disappear from view.

My clit is throbbing, my nipples are aching, and I feel a fullness down below. “Nnnnngh.’’ I groan out, my eyes trying to adjust and widening as I witness Johnny hovering over me, sucking on each of my nipples. I let out a loud gasp, realising his thick, hard cock was inside me, fucking me. “Mornin’.” Is all he says as he sits up, grabbing my legs and pulling them over his shoulders to pound into me. “Wait!’’ I yelled, but he kept going, thrusting even harder at my pleas. How long has he been fucking me?

“Fuck, I can’t get enough of your pussy.”He groans, keeping up his relentless pace. “Waking up to your wet cunt grindin’ on me.” He drops my legs and wraps them around his waist, going into the missionary position. “It was a clear invitation for my cocky darlin'.”

Placing his arms on the sides of the pillow, caging my head. He gets closer to my face while holding himself up. He watches my pretty face contort from sleepiness to pleasure.

I moan like a whore as his cock reaches places other men I’ve fucked could never get to. I’m starting to get addicted to the sex we keep having, never wanting to stop. “You’re just so fuckin’ pretty.” He groans, admiring me. Then diving into a heated kiss. My throbbing clit twinges at his compliment. What is this man doing to me? He leans back up away from my face and grips my hips, focusing his thrusts on a hard, steady rhythm, getting closer to cummming. I move my hand down to rub my clit, getting closer to that feeling. But he grabs my hand.

“Have you learned nothin’?” He’s now angrily pounding into me, losing that perfect rhythm. I whimper at the change. “If you want to fuckin’ cum rubbing your clit, you've got to ask permission.” He states. Pinching my nipples harshly. I thrust my hips back into him, groaning. “Have I been fuckin’ ya' too much? You’ve gone stupid now?” He pants out. His cock twitching at my needy moans. I nod my head at his words desperate to cum. He lets out a deep chuckle at my agreement. “Okay, then, baby, this is the last time.” Johnny whispers to me softly. Proceeding to get me off, he rubbed his left thumb on my achy clit, circling it. I throw my head back into the pillow, my hands grasping the bed frame.

He’s adjusted his hips and body lower so he can hit deeper. I squirm around as he goes back to sucking each of my nipples and biting them. He groans as I clench around his cock, each time he bites a nipple. He rubs my clit faster, feeling me tighten up, about to finish. “Johnnnnny.’’ I whine as I cum on his hard cock. Shutting my eyes, as he grips my hips, slamming into me, chasing his own release. He tucks his head into my neck, biting it hard, drawing blood as hot ropes of cum pump into me. I shiver from both sensations. He licks up the blood leaking out of the bite wound. “My favourite girl.” He speaks softly in my ear, making butterflies fill my stomach. He slides his dick out and cleans himself up with a grey t-shirt he grabbed from his old tallboy. He gives me the shirt so I can wipe up his cum. “Get dressed; I’m bringing you down to the kitchen to help Sissy make breakfast.” He tells me, while throwing me my discarded white dress.

Thinking about what Johnny did to me while I was asleep, I'm behaving a little hesitant as I get dressed. In an effort to seem presentable as I wait for Johnny, I run my fingers through my matted hair. He puts on his blue tank top and denim trousers, takes his belt and knife from his desk, wraps it through his jeans, and places the knife behind him. He looks really good and the way he walks so confidently leaves me a little flustered. While slicking his hair back on his way out the door, he grabs his lighter and carton of cigarettes.

“Come on,” I re-arrange my white dress and follow him downstairs. If not for the numerous bone decorations, the house would be magnificent. I bite the inside of my cheek and look around following after Johnny. He stops as he approaches the kitchen and chuckles at my uncomfortable expression as I unintentionally bump into him. As she chops some strawberries, Sissy laughs at my awkwardness. “Aww, sugar!” She laughs once again when she sees my red face. “Oh, Johnny, she's so adorable.” Both of them smile at me as he nods to her. Both of them smile at me as he nods to her. “She will help you out today while I finish up in the yard with Nubbins; Bubba is downstairs if you need him; and the old man is returning today.” I pick up on the slight annoyance in his voice when mentioning this old man.

Now it's just me and Sissy when he leaves with a “see ya.” I twiddled my fingers apprehensively, unsure of what to say or do. Sissy, however, snatches my hands and beams at me, saying, “I knew this dress would look great on your pretty frame.” She speaks adoringly as she examines me from head to toe. When she notices the bite mark on my neck, she hums and pulls me away from the kitchen backup stairs leading to her room. Her room is more colourful, with a bunch of posters and plants; it is far more attractive than Johnny's. She takes out a tin containing crème. She applies it to the bite mark, which gives me some relief. “There, sugar, this will help it heal; you don't want it infected now.” She seems to be really good with medicine and poisons, thinking back to the white powder blown in my face.

She walks over to a vintage white makeup vanity and pulls out a chain inventing me to sit. I look into the vanities mirror as sissy starts brushing my hair removing the tangles, I’ve got dark circles from lack of sleep and dehydration. “As long as you behave pumpkin I’ll keep ya refreshed.’’ She lightly warns me putting my hair in a double Dutch braid tying my hair halfway so it’s in pigtails. It’s really pretty. “It beautiful.’’ I tell her and she smiles brightly at me. How can someone her smiles so lovely be a murderer. “Sissy?’’ I ask her. “Yes pumpkin?” She responds putting some oil in my ends. “Do you eat people?’’ She’s pauses looking me still with a smile. “Times have been rough sugar, it’s just the way we are and if you want to stay alive you must follow our ways.’’ She advises me.

“Johnny likes you, and I do too, but my pa’ is coming back today. And he's the one in charge." She continues. “We’ve never left one of the victims alive, so you're pretty special, but ya’ need to prove yourself. Can ya’ do that for me, sugar?” She steps away, waiting for my reaction. I nod my head, looking at her. She grins warmly, “For now, we get to the chores. Our first job of the day is breakfast. We’re making pancakes, and then we'll tend to the greenhouse. We’ve got plenty of strawberries to pick as they're in season.”

We returned to the kitchen, and thanks to Sissy, I felt much better. In contrast to Johnny, who is quite intense. Her relaxing demeanour eases my anxiety. She asks me to set up the table, wash and cut up the strawberries, and put them in a bowl while she flips the pancakes. This family seems to function normally despite the horrendous things that happened to my friends. Sissy breaks those thoughts ringing a loud bell as she placed the cooked pancakes on the plates, suggesting it was time to eat.

I placed the bowl of strawberries in the centre of the table. I also set down glasses while gets the water jug from the fridge. She motions for me to take a seat at the end, next to her. She departs, claiming that she has to feed Grandpa. How big is this family? The others appear as I sit waiting. First to arrive is Johnny, who is shirtless and carrying his top over his shoulders. The Texas heat has left sweat dripping over his muscles. I squeezed my thighs at the sight of him. He takes a seat at the end, facing me.

After him another man and Bubba arrive sitting down. The new man notices me arose the table. He’s is a lanky man with a scar or birthmark? Running down his face, much larger then Johnny’s. “Whose this?’’ He questions with a slight a speech impediment. “This is Y/N she’s our new house maid’’ Johnny answers him amused. “Maid? We can’t afford a maid.” He argues with Johnny, who just rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry bout’ it Nubbins; she’s just gonna help with chores, less work for us.’’ Nubbin’s perks up at the thought of doing less chores, he looks me up and down squinting. “You like pictures?’’ He asks me giving me a broad smile; a little creeped out I just nod my head. “Enough chatter; let’s dig in before breakfast gets cold.’’ Sissy says walking back in taking a seat next to me. Breakfast was actually really good, I gotta give props to Sissy, she can cook.

I helped Sissy clean up after everyone was finished. As the men went back to their activities. I decided to ask Sissy some questions. “How big is your family?” I ask. She washed the dishes as I dried. “Not too big but perfect, there is Grandpa; he taught us everything there is to know about killin’. Johnny is the youngest and my cousin; his mother', Nancy, is my aunt; and the other boys are my uncles. Pa is currently out of town for a chilli festival, but he should be back tonight.’’ She speaks with such pride and love for her family. It’s honestly really touching, even if they are all crazy. “Okay, yeah, now I understand.” I tell her. She’s smiles. “Do you have any family?” I shake my head. “Not much; I've got no siblings or cousins; my parents are out of state. So it's just been me for a long time.” She hugs me, feeling sympathy for me even though I don't mind having less family. “Don’t worry, sugar, I have a feeling you're going to fit right in with my family.” I feel conflicted at her words.

In the kitchen, we wrapped things up. “The greenhouse is our next task.” Sissy leads me to the backyard greenhouse. It has tomatoes strawberries, onions, and carrots. She shows me how to care for each plant, grabbing the vegetables and placing them in a basket. She even shows me her special herbs in the back that she is cultivating and drying. She has one I easily recognise, marijuana. She covers her mouth with a finger as I gawk at her in disbelief. It seems nobody has any idea what it is. “I learnt how to grow it when I was in California.” She clarifies for me.

‘’The boys have all their own little enjoyments, but this is mine; I'll let you try some later.” She tells me with a wink. “That sounds amazing.” I told her, grinning. We chat more as we work. After learning about each other, it seems she’s really happy to have a girl her age to talk to. She mentions her beautiful ‘sisters’ from her California family and how much she misses them. She said I reminded her of them. She also talks about her old sweetheart, Charlie, and how she would do anything to see him again. I'm a little gobsmacked to find that she was part of the Manson cult. I recall reading about his arrest after the murder of that actress. I don’t think she took a part of that, but she ran back here after he got arrested. “I felt bad when I came home. Johnny’s mother’ still isn’t happy with me. She thinks I’m ungrateful, but I love this family—probably more than her. I just wanted to get away, to find myself, ya’ know?’’ She rants at me. “I understand, Sissy, you wanted an escape, an adventure.” She has a sweet smile while clipping away at the plants. “Yeah, an adventure.” She agrees.

“I must admit that I was surprised when Johnny decided to keep you alive; he's never kept anyone alive for this long. And if he does, he keeps them in the basement and never upstairs.” She comes to a halt and looks me in the eyes. “I now understand why,” She grabs my hand and her basket of vegetables and hurries me back to the kitchen before I can answer. “We need to start fixing lunch and dinner right away.”

I'm left in the kitchen while Sissy goes down to the basement to get more 'ingredients,' as she tried to put it kindly, since I now know the source. But as I start to peel the carrots, Johnny wanders in, still shirtless. He stops and examines me, now noticing my new hairstyle. “To my room.” That's all he says to me as he walks away. Geez, he makes me feel anxious. I set the carrot and peeler down and headed to Johnny's room, not sure what to expect.

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