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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Too cute to be killed III

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

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

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

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

Actually, you were sleeping in the same big bed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He would just shrug, daydreaming about you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Despite the situation, you were good for each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You grabbed a knife and turned around.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine, I’m fine” you promised.

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

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

You sent a look at the sheriff.

A look meaning “you own me one now”.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The kitchen.

The meat.

The meat factory.

The killing.

The meat.

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

Meat you had eaten yourself.

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

This couldn’t be possible.

Your Tommy couldn’t kill people and eat them.

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

Even the unforgivable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somehow, you understood.

Maybe because you were indeed soulmates.

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

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

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

And he knew it.

PART IV

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rela-monarchy39 · 3 months

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can i get a part 2 of the texas headcanon please

Texas Chainsaw Massacre Headcanons Part 2

Part 1

This is mostly about baby Bubba. Planning on doing another list of headcanons but they're going to be like how I think Bubba likes Dolly Parton or Chop top has a wigs collection. Also planning on doing a part 3

"THERE'S A WHAT ON THE PORCH!?"

A little baby with a cleft lip was left on the porch by their absent parents

Because of the newest addition Drayton new he and the twins had to work extra hours at the slaughterhouse to support the baby

Their parents didn't even bother to leave a note unlike with Nubbins and Bobby, so the newest member of the Sawyer family was currently unnamed

The twins were not only excited about having a little brother, but they also wanted to be the ones to name him

"What about Piggy?" "No." "What about Elvis Presley the 2st?" "No." "What about Mr. Baby?" "No."

"What about Nubbins?" "Nubbins, that's your name." "I like my name."

One day the twins started calling the baby Bubba because he started babbling and one of the sounds he would constantly repeat was "Buh!"

"Drayton! The baby named himself! His name is Bubba!"

So the youngest Sawyer was now named Bubba Sawyer

The twins were super excited to have a new baby brother. They even made a crib made out of bones

Nubbins and Bobby always want to hold Bubba, much to Drayton's dismay. They treat and carry him like he's a sack of potatoes

Drayton absolutely refused to let them carry Bubba after Bobby almost dropped Bubba

Since Nubbins has his camera, he's been taking pictures of Bubba doing literally anything. Doesn't matter if it's Bubba's first time celebrating Halloween or if Bubba is just sleeping in his crib, Nubbins will take a photo of him

"Bubba, say cheese!" "Bah!"

Drayton was paranoid that the constant camera flashes would blind Bubba

Drayton was also constantly paranoid the twins would accidently drop Bubba because it almost happened so he took care of him most of the time. Bubba was practically attached to his hip 24/7

Then the older Bubba got, the more the older Sawyers boys noticed that Bubba was different. At two years old he still hasn't said anything besides his usual babbling and he still hasn't taken his firsts steps yet. Bubba wasn't even crawling

Sure Nubbins and Bobby were a little late for those things too, but Bubba's taking much longer

Everyday the Drayton and the twins do everything to encourage Bubba to walk and talk. The twins especially

"C'mon, Bubba! Come to me!" "No! Come to me!"

Bubba not being able to walk or talk made him feel like a failure

One day Drayton was in the living room after a long day at the gas station. He was lying on the couch trying to take a nap when he suddenly heard quiet thumping coming from the floor. Drayton turns his head to see Bubba slowly standing up. Bubba clumsily waddles his way to Drayton

Drayton smiles, picks Bubba up, and lays him on his chest. He pats him gently on the back and chuckles

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babiebom · 7 months

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Johnny Nsfw Alphabet (A/J/N)

A/N: since no one has requested anything for Tcm I’ve decided to write some just so people know that requests are allowed lmao. I’ve only been getting Stardew requests lmao I like having variety :).

Tw: sexual content

Alphabet Post Masterlist

A-Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sucks at Aftercare ngl. The man isn’t making love at all, he’s fucking to get his rocks off and THATS IT. Unless he cares about the you, he probably won’t even care if you get off or not. He is not nice, and he is NOT going to make sure you’re okay or had a good time. If you do manage to get him into an actual relationship with you, you might be able to persuade him into cuddling after dating for a while.

J-Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Does not jerk off often, only does it when he REALLY needs to release. He is not fond of having to pleasure himself and would rather go find someone to use in order to get off. If he is with you, whether that’s through him kidnapping you or not, he will use you. Absolutely avoids masturbating at all costs unless he absolutely has to.

N-No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will NEVER be topped. Him being topped is not something he wants nor would he allow, maybe if you’re close he’d let you think you can top him but only for amusement purposes. The only time you can take charge is like if he lets you suck him off on your own ngl. Only if you’re pleasuring him and not getting pleasure yourself is when he’d give the tiniest bit of control.

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amomentsescape · 4 months

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Hey I love yanderes and slashers and used to have a sleep walking problem where I would try to crawl through windows, can you do a yandere slasher x reader where the reader has developed Stockholm syndrome and been loving to the slasher so they trust them and let them have more freedom. Then they see them try to crawl out a window in their sleep? How would they react? Would they believe the reader? What would make them believe them if they didn't? If they didn't believe them the how would they react to finding out the reader told the truth?

Thank you so much! And merry Christmas! 🎄 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎅🎅🎅🎅🎅

Slashers with Reader Who Sleepwalks & Tries to Leave

Yandere! Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Warnings: Yandere behavior, of course. Mentions of abusive behavior

A/N: Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a great holiday! For this request, I decided to leave Eric out. He's just the complete opposite to a Yandere in my opinion, and it was nearly impossible for me to write him as such. I hope that's okay!

Freddy Krueger

He knows you would never purposefully leave him

Like, he actually knows

His (undead) life revolves around sleep

He knows when you're awake and where you're actually sleeping, even if he keeps you stuck in his dream world

So when he finds you trying to escape out of the little window he built for you, he just laughs

He had already known you sleep walked

He'd been haunting your dreams for weeks prior to actually taking you

Freddy just keeps watching you, not really doing anything about it

You're stuck in his world either way

Might as well see how far you'll go

He'll almost use this as a test of sorts

He'll let you wander to wherever you want to go in your sleep, and he may even change the environment to something you don't recognize

When you wake up, his name better be the first thing that falls from your lips

If it's not...

Well, he'll just have to try harder at getting you to need him

Michael Myers

It took a very long time for Michael to get to this point

The fact that he lets you sleep without chains is a huge decision on his part

He doesn't trust easily

And any feelings of trust he did have come crumbling down the moment he wakes up without you beside him

It didn't take long to find you

There you were, pushing and prodding at the boarded up window

He's truly pissed

And a little hurt

He really thought you were growing to actually like your situation

But when he spins you around and sees your eyes staring blankly through him, he tilts his head

You don't seem... right?

He'll shake you harshly until he sees the life come back to your eyes

When you finally look up at him with a similarly confused look on your face, he starts to realize

He understands you well enough to know when you're not acting like yourself

When he finally explains what you were doing after you repeatedly asked him, you sigh

You explain that sometimes at night, you wander around without realizing it

A sleepwalker, huh?

Sadly, the chains will need to come out again

Jason Voorhees

You wouldn't actually leave him, right?

You seemed so caring

He actually believed you when you said you needed him

But here you were, trying to leave your shared home in the middle of the night

He almost breaks down as he picks you up and takes you back to your room

He finds it a bit odd that you don't fight back at all, but he assumes you just don't care to

He locks you up and makes sure that you can't go anywhere

How could you do this to him?

When you wake up the next morning in chains and not in your shared bed, you begin to cry for Jason

He tries to ignore you, but he can't bring himself to hear your sad voice calling out to him

You try your best to tell him that you don't remember what happened, and that you would never leave him

And maybe he's too trusting, but he believes you

You just seem so sad and so genuine that it's impossible for him to think it's anything other than honesty

You couldn't be that stupid anyways

You'd get lost in those woods alone at night, he knows that

So he just has to believe you

He loves you, and love means trust, right?

Thomas Hewitt

But you were being so sweet to him just hours before

How could you lie to his face like that?

He wakes up without you in his arms, and he just about loses it

Frantically searches for you around the house and finally finds you at one of the nailed in windows

He pulls you away quickly, staring at you sadly

He's waiting for an explanation, but you don't say anything

You just stare

You weren't acting like yourself

He pushes you back towards the bedroom and you walk the rest of the way yourself, climbing back into bed with ease

He's confused, but decides to see if it will happen again

You can't leave anyways

The whole house is locked up, and you don't even know where the keys are

You act just like your normal self the next day

And that night, you're back to walking around with a blank stare

He figures this just might be a thing you do

Doesn't really try to stop you, but he does follow you most nights to make sure you don't accidentally hurt yourself

On nights he wants you in bed, he ties some old fabric around your ankle and holds you tight while you sleep

You might not ever know about your late night adventures unless he decides to tell you

Bubba Sawyer

He's quite literally blubbering to you

He's crying, he's frantic, he even shakes you a bit, and you just stand there not responding

He keeps waiting, and when you start to just wander around again, he loses it

What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?

He ties you back into bed and stays up the rest of the night, watching you

The next morning, he confronts you stressfully

You keep telling him over and over that you don't know what he's talking about

But he refuses to believe you

(He wants to believe you, he's just scared)

He only finally realizes you were being honest when in the middle of the day during your nap, he finds you wandering back to the window with his whole family watching you

You weren't stupid

Why would you try to leave when literally everyone could see you in broad daylight?

His family begins laughing and saying things like "looks like you got yourself a sleepwalker"

So you weren't purposefully trying to leave him?

He cries tears of joy and spends the next couple of days pampering you and giving you just about everything you want

He does his best to show you that he's sorry

Brahms Heelshire

It's quite literally known that Brahms has abandonment issues at this point

So when he catches you climbing up onto the window sill

He loses it

Will grab you and roughly pull you off, your body falling to the ground

This immediately wakes you up, your eyes searching around frantically

When you see Brahms standing above you, you try to reach for him, but he only shoves you away

You look so sad and confused at this, but Brahms is too stubborn to give in

He starts tying you up again each night, still very hurt that you would try to leave like that

It takes weeks for you to gain his trust again

And the one night he lets you sleep freely, he catches you by the window again

But instead of grabbing you immediately, he decides to just watch

He wants to see how far you'll go so he knows just how severe your punishment will need to be

But instead, you just give up on unlocking the window (it was jammed), and you just turn around and walk straight back to bed, not even registering Brahms being right there

This is odd

You need to explain the concept of sleepwalking to him the next day

He still remains skeptical for a while, but he'll come around

You just need to be extra attentive for a while...

Norman Bates

Norman already knows a lot about sleepwalking

(It's what he thought was going on for a while when he couldn't remember large chunks of time throughout the week)

When he finds you opening a window in the middle of the night, he bolts at you, ready to lock you back up in one of the motel rooms again

However, when you don't respond or reveal any emotion on your face, he immediately knows what's going on

He's surprised

He didn't know you'd be a sleepwalker

He decides to just lead you back to bed, knowing that waking you isn't the best idea

Sits you down the next morning and talks with you about it

When you seem very apologetic, he uses it to his advantage

Has you cuddle up with him even more than normal and stay by his side at all hours of the day

He still gives you some freedom

But he's always watching

He does take some precautions and ties your wrist up in the middle of the night

He has to, for your safety of course

Billy Loomis

To be honest, you don't make it very far

Billy has an iron grip on you at all times, and he's a light sleeper

The moment you get up, he's awake, observing you carefully

Sometimes you have to pee in the middle of the night, but he still makes sure you aren't lying to him

His ability to trust is practically in the ground

The moment you turn the wrong way, he's up and chasing after you

Were you that dumb? You knew he watched you every time you got up from bed

He grabs your wrist quickly and points a knife at your throat as a threat

He can't bring himself to actually hurt you though, not that you knew that

Or did you?

Because you just stand there not even moving away from the blade

Billy becomes very confused

He takes his hand and begins to wake it in front of your face, looking for some sort of reaction

You don't give him one

Are you still... asleep?

He shakes you a bit until you finally look at him, confusion written all over your face

You're a sleepwalker, aren't you?

He just rolls his eyes annoyed and drags you back to bed, not explaining anything

Just another thing he needs to look out for now

You sometimes wake up to bruises on your hips and waist from how hard Billy holds you in the night, but he's just trying to protect you, right?

He doesn't mean to hurt you, he just refuses to lose another person in his life

Stu Macher

Stu literally sleeps on you, so it's nearly impossible for you to leave the bed most nights

But if you somehow wiggle your way out, you wouldn't make it outside the house

The windows have been nailed so that they only open a small amount

When he finds you the next morning, curled up under a partially opened window, he just smiles

Call it naive, but he just assumes you were getting too warm in the bed

When you wake up in a confused state however, he becomes concerned

What do you mean you don't remember opening that window?

He honestly just becomes more worried that there's something wrong with your memory rather than you trying to leave him

He'll likely talk to Billy about it

He just hears laughter from the other end of the phone

"Sounds like they sleep walk," he'd say

Stu does a bunch of research on it later

He doesn't really mind though

All of the unsafe objects are already hidden away, and every possible exit is locked down

You aren't going anywhere

If anything, he finds it fun to wake up some mornings and look around for you

It's like a game, and Stu loves games

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tinfairies · 1 year

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Headcanons for Vincent, Thomas, Brahms, Michael Myers with an s/o who is really good at riding them, like riding them to oblivion till they can’t think right

Vincent Sinclair

Loves when his darling is on top, he gets to watch his beautiful work of art use him like a toy.

His hands grip their hips, and he rolls his own in rhythm with their movements.

Dark hair sticks to his forehead with sweat, his mouth hangs open. His mask was discarded long ago, he looks immaculate in the low light of his workshop.

His breathing is heavy and his moans are strangled. He's trying to keep quiet so he can hear his lover, their groans and sighs.

Vincent loves the way they feel when they bounce on his cock, he thinks he's died and gone to heaven.

Brahms Heelshire

He's such a sub it's not even funny. He begged his lover to make him feel good before bed and they happily obliged.

He doesn't regret asking for this, but he knows he's gonna get fucked stupid.

They're bouncing on his cock, tight little hole squeezing around him deliciously.

Brahms moans loudly, and his hands wander their body. Groping and grabbing the soft skin. He begs for more, tears forming in his eyes.

His beloved smirks down at him, his mind melting the more they rock their hips. He doesn't want it to stop, yet at the same time he needs to cum.

Thomas Hewitt

He's very much a giver. Whatever his lover wants they will get.

He protested being laid on his back only because he wants to make sure his beloved is getting as much pleasure as he is.

Tommy is convinced that they're enjoying themselves as well when he sees the way they look down at him.

Their hips rolling, their tight hole squeezing his fat cock just right. His mask was discarded, and he was flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

Low grunts rumbled in his chest, his cock throbbed as his darling bounced. They looked like a work of art above him.

Michael Myers

Selfish. That's the best word to describe him in bed. When his beloved climbed over him he remained completely still.

If they wanted to fuck themselves on his cock, they can have at it. He's tired, he won't help, not unless they cum before he does.

His nonchalant attitude melts away within minutes, his lover bounced along his shaft. The tip of his cock hit something delicious inside them and he nearly lost it.

Heavy pants emanated from behind his mask. He was losing himself, watching as they use him like a fuck toy. Their tight hole milking him for all he's worth.

#slasher smut #Slashers #slashers x reader #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #vincent sinclair #vincent sinclair x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #Brahms heelshire #brahms the boy #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #Michael Myers #michael myers x reader #halloween #House of wax #texas chainsaw massacre #The boy

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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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Slashers when their s/o is REALLY touchy.

Contains: Thomas hewitt,brahms heelshire, Billy lenz, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair & Lester sinclair

Thomas hewitt

Tommy adores it when you just wanna latch onto him and never let go but he does have things to do and so do you!

He's always in bed after you so you as soon as he sits on the bed you surprise hug him from behind and he just accepts it lol. You stay like that for a bit before you realise he's actually dosing off.

One time when it was a stressful day and the texas heat was getting to Tommy. You wanted to just smother him with hugs but when you went in for one he snapped and shrugged you off, huffing. I mean you were hurt but you let it go and went back inside , Tommy realised what he had done and went after you and for the rest of the day you were hand in hand

He likes it when at the dinner table your hand finds it way onto his thigh and you look up into his eyes with a smile full of love. He loves you so much!!!!

Brahms heelshire

Well isn't that fantastic because he's also extremely touchy!!

Your going back and fourth, your hands on his hair? Well his hands are on your waist! There is never a moment when you two arent touching

One time you yelled at him for being so childish and he sulked into the walls and didn't come out. You layed in bed hugging a pillow trying to picture it as him but you just couldn't so you gave up. You found yourself walking into the kitchen to find brahms sat at the table eating some toast. "Brahms can you come to bed with me? I can't sleep without you..." you sheepishly said. He stood abruptly and walkedover to you hugging you tightly. You both said sorry and cuddle eachother up in bed. Getting tangled in each other.

So basically what I'm saying is that you two are glued by the hip.

Billy lenz

He appreciates the physical affection. Like EXTREMELY, for example if you pat his shoulder he would cream is pants..... that's how touch starved my man is.

He's pretty aggressive and doesn't realise he's squeezing you instead of just a nice hug. You have to show him the ways and hekk soon get it.

When the sorority girls are out and your the only one left inside the house you listen carefully for the attic to open and a giggly man to appear at your door. He's like a cat,he'll curl up in your lap and lays there while you pet him.

He does unfortunately makes everything sexual, if your on your bed ontop of him he will thrust up into you trying to get some sort of relief.

Bo sinclair

He does tense when he is touched. He just doesn't know when your being genuine. You can understand why he reacts badly to physical touch.

He likes it when he's sitting on the couch and you plant yourself on his lap and start to play with his hair. He leans into you while your doing this.

He's not as touchy so when you start climbing all over him he does get frustrated. He's his own person and needs space too.

But at night he does enjoy being the big spoon, wrapping his arms around you and chuckling to himself when he feels you fidgeting with his hands. He just can't deny your cuteness.

Vincent sinclair

Similar to his brother. He needs space especially when he's working. He doesn't want hot wax to spill onto his partners soft delicate skin! But when he isn't doing anything he's busy holding your hand and letting you drag him along.

When you can't help yourself and just want to stick to him while he's working he does allow it only if your behind him. He does shrug you off when he's got to focus on something or when your getting too touchy.

I mean hes a bit brain dead, he doesn't know what's the difference between just wanting a hug and wanting to do more than that but when your hands start pressing against certain parts of his body he starts to catch on and drops everything.

He won't really admit it but he really enjoys being little spoon he likes it when you press yourself against him and sit your head on top of his. Plus it's a bonus for you! Because he can't escape your grasp at night and go over work himself.

Lester sinclair

Bros a pretty princess, he loves your hands on him. When he's luring talking to some city folks your next to him holding his hand tightly, hiding yourself into his side.

You and Jonesy shower this handsome boy with kisses and you continue doing this for the rest of day.

He doesn't like it when your near the roadkill pit. He doesn't want you slipping and going in!

At night he lovessss cuddles, he likes digging his face into your chest. Ofc jonesy is included x

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Slasher kinks headcanons

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

Minors DNI

Slashers x gender neutral! reader

Trigger warnings : consensual non consent (cnc), blood, degradation/humiliation, kidnapping? (Only for Asa)

Kinks: general rough sex, bdsm dynamics, daddy/mommy kink, humiliation/degradation, knife play, primal/prey & predator play, praise, sex whilst ovulating/on period, medical play, topping from the bottom, anal, face fucking, face slapping, spanking/punishment, breeding, knotting, hucow kink, phone sex, the list goes on

did anyone request this? No. Am I going to make u all look at it bc I’m a horndog? Absolutely

I will be writing a top/bottom section for every slasher! No gentials will be mentioned for reader (hole is used to be neutral) but strap/cock will be used in relation to the reader topping.

Michael will also have an extra t4t section for my friend bc there isn’t enough t4t Michael < 3

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas isn’t super experienced in sex before he meets you, infact you’re his first partner. Obviously he knows some of the ins and outs (pun intended) from his own teenage curiosity and hormones. He also might have stolen Atleast one of Hoyt’s porno magazines before now.

Tommy would become more confident in taking the lead once he knows what you like a little more, then he’d be ok trying other positions and bottoming sometimes. Stuff in the beginning might be pretty slow and steady but after you’ve been together a while it can get a lot more intense.

Definitely has a breeding kink, has a dream of having a big family with you and raising them on the farm to continue the Hewitt name. Something about seeing his seed leak from your abused and puffy hole makes him want to breed it into you harder. Tell him you want him to make you a mommy/daddy/parent (even if it’s not biologically possible) and you’ll be manhandled into a mating press until he feels he’s filled you up enough for it to take.

In the same way it makes him feel so pretty and desirable if you tell him your going fuck a baby into him, he doesn’t care if it’s not technically possible, tell him your going to knock him up and keep him round with your seed, he’ll be moaning around your cock/strap like a slut. Push your fingers into his mouth to give him something to keep quiet on : )

Hucow kink! Loves it whether he’s the one submitting or dominating! Let him lead you around the barn with a cute cowbell collar and cow ears on! Loves to include chest play, no matter what gender (or lack there of) your chest he loves grope it, abusing your nipples until they’re swollen/hard and sensitive, don’t worry though, he’ll be more than happy to lave over them to lessen the sting. If your a good little heifer he’ll shove you face first onto a hay bale, pounding you until your hole is gaping and cum is leaking from it into the rough hay <3

If Tommy is being submissive in this situation he’s super eager to please! Tie him up and Milk his cock over and over until he’s actively squirming away from your hand and groaning in overstimulation. He’s a good boy though and knows his place so he won’t break the binds even if it would be easier for him than most people. Humiliate him and make him moo/beg for your cock/strap! Fuck him whilst using his horns as a grip.

Bubba sawyer

Like Tommy bubba is also inexperienced, raised under Drayton’s view that it’s “sex or the saw”. Due to this Bubba viewed sex as a betrayal of his family, being told it was only there to distract you from what’s important. Please be patient with her and reframe her view of sex, let her know she’s not dirty or immoral for having needs and desires.

Once they know more and gain more experience they’re super eager to impress! Litterally goes down on you like it’s their job. You might have to tap out after a few orgasms because he could drink you down for hours. He’ll leave you shaking and leaky and just look up at you with a happy smile on their cum smeared face.

He loves praise and to know that she’s doing a good job, tell them that they make you feel so good in a way no one else can. Don’t be afraid to get a little more rough with your language however, he loves when you compliment how his cock stretches you just right or how he’s made to take your strap/cock. It feels so taboo for them and makes them squirm.

Absolutely loves it if you use feminine names for her in bed. Doll/baby/princess. Makes him feel so pretty and cared for! Play with bubbas tits, they have an ample chest to paw at 👀 will absolutely mewl into the bedsheets and press their tits further into your hands. Loves to be called mommy! It lets them know you feel safe and comfy with them.

Jason voorhees

Jason is another slasher with a skewed view on sex, his mother taught him it was sinful and the reason for his death, but surely anything he does with the person he loves that feels this good can’t be wrong. Encourage him and let him know it’s ok to fulfill his need and he’s not dirty or wrong for it!

Jason is happy to let you take the lead most of the time considering his inhuman strength, he doesn’t want to hurt you and would feel more comfortable if you took things at your own pace, not wanting to get too excited and manhandle you too much (not that you would mind in the slightest). He’s also not opposed to the sight of you on top of him.

He loves it when you take control, using his cock like it was made for you, draining it for all it’s worth. He loves to know he’s the one making you feel good and he’s the one you love. Praise him and tell him how good he’s doing, that he knows all your favourite spots and can make you fall apart. let him know you own his cock and you’ll do whatever you want with it (with consent obviously)

Despite this, if Jason’s had a bad day with trespassers escaping or traps breaking on him he may be inclined to storm through the front door and pin you to the nearest service, spearing you on his thick cock and leaving you dripping without warning or mercy.

Jason will be open to bottoming over time once his confidence in being intimate has improved and he feels less anxious about trying new things. He’ll still need a lot of encouragement to relax but once he does he’s happy to let you take care of him. Hold his hand as you stretch him open on your fingers, exploring parts of Jason he didn’t even know were an option. He gets a little addicted to the feeling of being used, fucking into him with reckless abandon. You can be rougher with him when topping because of his inhuman nature, thrust a toy or finger in his ass along side your cock/strap, he can take it. He doesn’t have much of a gag reflex due to being undead so fuck his face to your hearts content as long as you wipe his tears and drool for him and tell him what a sweet boy he is for you!

Jason’s very sweet with aftercare, making you a warm drink and cleaning you both up with a wet rag, he appreciates if you do the same for him, maybe bring him his cherished teddy bear to ground him until he feels less floaty.

RZ! Michael Myers

Michael may be quiet but he’s very forward and unashamed with the things he wants. Don’t expect Michael to be shy when it comes to needing you. He’ll silently wrap around you from behind, grinding his need into your behind no matter the time or place, although he’ll back off if you tell him no, he’ll pout and let out a grunt of understanding, leaving to deal with it himself if your not in the mood.

Michael is more relentless in topping when he’s come back from a hunt, the adrenaline quickly turning to arousal as he smears the still slightly warm blood over your lips.

I defiantly think Michael enjoys CNC (consensual non consent). He hasn’t had a lot of control over things in his life considering he spent most of it in Smith’s Grove unable to even dictate the most simple aspects of it. He likes the total power exchange and the control he has over you as you squirm underneath him. It really riles him up if you fight back, biting him until he bleeds and thrashing so he can hold you down even harder. Michael loves to silence your pleads with his knife, running the dull side of it over your flushed and tear laden cheeks, moving it down to your throat as a warning.

(Will absolutely make you suck the handle of his knife until your eyes are teary before stuffing as much of it as he can into your man cunt. If you don’t want to Accidently cut your thighs then you better lay still and take it like a good boy.)

To add onto this I think he enjoys cnc on the receiving end to, if he wants to submit he wants to be dominated completely and wholly without mercy (safewords in place obviously). Michael likes to be handled roughly and shown that even if he is The Shape that you can break him down into a drooling mess. He’s 90% legs but Lord does he get insanely hard when you fold those long legs in half and drill him into the bed with your cock/strap.

(Hold him down and strip him of his coveralls and boxers, eat his pussy before he can even get a chance to steady himself. Manhandle him into position and rut your cunt into his, ignoring his pleasure and using him to get off selfishly. He’ll look at you dumbly and fucked out after, long hair frizzy and a mess of slick on his thighs)

Pull him aside and use him whenever you want, if he rolls his eyes or acts bratty feel free to slap him around! He loves a firm smack on the cheek when he won’t open up more than he likes to admit, he likes to feel powerless under you.

Michael would totally be into predator/pray with him playing the predator. Stalking you through the woods or the empty streets of Haddonfield with his trusted knife. He’s not worried about you being in any actual danger because he’s the bulk of danger in the town anyway. he has no doubts that should someone try get the best of you in the dark he could take care of them and not break a sweat. He stalks you through the town loving the way the your pace picks up the longer it takes for him to strike. He knows it’s inevitable, there’s no where you could go that Michael won’t find you. Don’t expect to make it home once he corners you, you’ll be pushed against or bent over whatever surface is nearest and having his cock bullied into you.

(Michael would grab you and slam you against a tree once he had you cornered, making quick work of his zipper and underwear. T-dick engorged with arousal and want, lips glistening behind the dense brown hair. He pushes you to your knees and gets to work. You will be spending the next while with your mouth and fingers pressed against Michael’s cunt, your head jerked harder and more forcefully the closer he gets)

Billy lenz

Billy is also very forward with what he wants as we can see from the movie, though I do personally headcanon that Billy is hypersexual due to his trauma so sex can go either one of two ways. Either he’ll be super into it and eager or ashamed and feeling disgusted with himself, if it’s the latter please reassure him it’s not dirty or wrong and try distract him with something else.

This couldn’t be a Billy lenz kink post without phone sex. He loves to call you up when your busy (shopping, on a walk, at work) and spew filth down your ear, telling you all the things he’s going to do to you or that he’ll let you do to him. The riskier the location the better. Sometimes he’ll even already be touching himself, mewling down the receiver like a slut for you to come home.

To add onto this I think he’d have a kink for fucking you whilst you talk to someone on the phone, giggling as he nudges his dick against the perfect spot, making you keen into the speaker.

Billy loves dirty talk on either end, whether it’s him telling you how he’s going to choke you on his fat cock or you telling him how good he feels inside you and to cum inside. He adores degrading you, making you feel like a cum dump. He’ll taunt you, telling you you’re only good to warm his cock and get him off, making you sniffle and repeat it back to him for his own satisfaction and ego.

He occasionally thought about the possibility of bottoming from time to time before meeting you but brushed it off since he’s not super familiar with it and didn’t want to meet up with a stranger to try. That didn’t stop him from experiencing with a finger or two but he wasn’t informed and didn’t use lube so it wasn’t good lol.

All this changes after you mention it one night in bed, excited but nervous Billy accepts. It turns out he’s a complete bottom bitch, such a slut any time you can get him under you, he’ll moan without holding back not caring if the other sorority members hear. He doesn’t care whether you’re pounding into him with his face smashed into the covers like a whore or if he’s riding you greedily, he loves it anytime he can have your cock/strap in him.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is incredibly needy and intense, inexperienced but excited to get as close to you as humanly possible. He may come off a little bratty and demanding but he’s completely willing to wait until you’re ready, he’d never do anything you didn’t want. When you are ready it’s all hands on deck, Brahms wants you all the time at any time.

It doesn’t matter if you’re impaled on his cock or if your burried inside him, Brahms is just happy to be close and horny lol

Absolutely has a mommy/daddy kink (dude has crazy mommy issues). He enjoys it when you take the reins for him and tell him what to do, order him about, tell him how to please mommy/daddy just the way they like. You already have quite the control over him in your daily life anyway, telling him what to do and when, making sure he follows his rules. Talk Brahms through how to ride your shaft/strap, make him slow down and speed up whenever you feel like it for your own enjoyment, ignoring his pleas to fuck him properly.

Brahms is horny pretty often, as a result of this penetrative sex isn’t always a need. He loves having free use of you, fucking your thighs until he spills all over them or grabbing your hand and rutting against it whilst you read a book in the other.

Spanking! Nothing puts unruly little boys back in their place like beating their ass until they beg you to stop, all of Brahms’s brattiness seems to disappear once he knows he’s pushed it to far and has a punishment coming his way. He’ll cry and beg you to change your mind but it’s too late, bend him over your lap and rip his trousers down. If he’s been extra ill-behaved bring out the paddle, switching cheeks and making him count until his ass has a pretty pink flush to it.

Asa Emory

Asa demands to be in control, that much is clear and that translates over into bed too. You might have met Asa organically through his university lectures or a museum, if this is the case then you will still be with him under the guise of a 24/7 power exchange relationship. If you met him via kidnapping and was taken to the hotel to be a pet then this will still be expected of you but with the addition of being experimented on/tortured for his own satisfaction. You won’t have a say on your freedom. (I’m going to be writing it from the perspective your kept at the hotel as a pet because it’s more likely)

Asa gets a sick thrill out of treating you like a dog. Fucking you whilst gripping the leash wrenched around your neck until you’re wheezing for air. He’ll make you bark for his cock just to laugh at how pathetic and needy you are, humiliating yourself so you can get your hole stuffed, disgusting. Paw mitts and belts on the thighs/calfs are used to make you practically immobile, totally reliant on him to fulfill your needs and unwilling to do so until he’s broken you down into a sobbing panting mess.

Even when bottoming Asa takes control, barking orders at you about how he likes to be fucked, faster, deeper. You better not even think about cumming without permission or you won’t be cumming again for the next few days whilst he uses your cock/strap like a sex toy. Asa pulls you by your hair as you eat his ass, choking/slapping you if you’re not doing it to his liking. At the end he’ll spit in your mouth and make you say “thank you sir”, forcing your jaw open to make sure you swallowed it all down and patting you on the cheek as a reward.

Medical play is a favourite of his. He enjoys nothing more than stripping you naked and strapping you down to the chilly metal medical table, securing your wrists to the wrist clamps. Snapping on his black latex (unless you’re allergic to latex lol) gloves Asa will dissect you bit by bit. New toys are regularly incorporated to see if he can get a different reaction from you. This can be through pain or pleasure, they’re both the same to him. Clamping your nipples and pulling them until they’re red and sore or landing slaps on your hole for squirming too much. Writing your reactions down on his clipboard and looking at you as nothing more than one of his specimens to pull apart and observe. If he notices a reaction he hasn’t seen from you before he’ll try again and again to recreate it no matter how taxing that may be on your body. Speculums are a favourite of his, prying open and inspecting your most private parts, pressing his fingers or different toys in to see how you react, spread hole twitching at the stimuli and unable to do anything about it. It feels intimate and violating in a way he loves to be able to look at your inner most parts so coldly and close up.

Yautja/predator (female and male)

Yautja are naturally pretty dominant in bed, the whole culture they live in revolves around shows of strength and resilience. Your mate thrives off taking care of all of your needs and proving themselves worthy and this is no different in bed. Always happy to satisfy your needs as your lover and the one who cares for you, your mate will come to help out any time they smell your arousal.

Female Yautja

Your mate naturally takes care of you in bed, a headstrong women who has earned her place on the higher end of society, because of this she loves to dress you up in the finest clothing and jewellery on Yautja prime, showing off her status and by proxy, yours. Don’t think you’re going to just leave the house in it though, she’ll pin you down, eyes taking in every part of you, the way the silky fabric lays across your centre, ready to be opened like a gift. The outfit will include a gold collar to match, one with her mark carved in it so everyone knows who you belong to. She may even take to fucking you in public if anyone tries to challenge her bond with you, your abused hole on display for anyone to see.

As your mate she trusts you to return the favour, however control isn’t given over that easily. You may be the one inside her cunt but she’s the one using you until your spent, a death grip on your collar as she looks down at you from on top, snarling in your face and a placing marking nips against your throat with her mandibles.

Once mating season rolls around she’ll be even more demanding, the instinct to mate and breed you at its peak. You’ll be kept in the nest of furs and fucked over and over. If you pass out? Not her problem, she’ll keep going until she’s satisfied your scented up and marked properly. She takes no brattiness during this time either, acting out or being difficult will earn you getting pinned to the furs, mandibles flared and snarling until you submit.

Male yautja

Another one I think would enjoy primal/predator play. Your mate stalks you through the jungle whilst cloaked. He knows your every exact move and you’re none the wiser. He loves how he can taste your fear in the air but he knows it’s all for show because he can taste you arousal permeating the dense tree’s too. He’ll appear out of nowhere just as your adrenaline reaches it’s peak and swipe your ankles, forcing you down to the leafy floor with him. He lets out a clicky laugh at the surprise scream you let out. Wasting no time he mounts you like an animal and ruins you again and again until your both spent.

Your mate can tell when you’re ovulating and he’s ecstatic to help. Blood is so common to him in his daily life it doesn’t phase him at all, he’s perfectly happy to get down and a little messy, you smell so sweet to him during this time. If this matches with his rutt then you aren’t leaving the bed for a few days, he’ll fuck into you mercilessly until his swollen knot pops inside you, connecting you both together. Once it deflates he’ll scoop his cum back up and push it into your hole, not wanting to waste a drop.

Sometimes it’s nice to be taken care of, and you prove this by absolutely destroying him. Go feral, show him how much of a capable mate you are, wrestle him to the floor and ruin his hole, leave bites and marks on him to claim him. He’ll snarl the whole time and fight back but he loves it. He may even let you use a toy/strap with a knot on it to emulate being seeded and stuffed at the end.

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Slashers and Jealousy

Just drabbles for how the slashers deal with Jealousy :)

REQUESTS OPEN BTW

Warnings: some sexual themes/descriptions, maybe swearing, descriptions of killing people, people with bad intentions, Slight smut in Bo’s and Brahms’s, swearing, sexuality coded(mentions of female friends), side character OC’s (That may be included in One shots in the future),

Michael Myers(I wasn’t sure which version this suited best so you can decide)

It’s a commonly known fact that Michael doesn’t feel things. At least not like other people. He has his own set of emotions and expressions that are completely unique to him. He can be hard to understand sometimes but the closest thing to jealousy is when he sees you giving others the attentiveness you give him. It’s not like he cares. He doesn’t, not like how you care for him. He certainly doesn’t care that your showing a complete stranger the types of care you show him.(patching up their scratches and bruises, giving them a cold drink for the Haddonfield heat). The stranger had apparently claimed that he was passing through town and had gotten into an accident on one of the hiking trails. Michael knew that was a lie. The timing didn’t match up. Michael went on the trails every morning and he didn’t see the stranger or even a wreckage of any kind. Another thing the man left out. Michael didn’t miss how the man held on to your wrist whilst you cleaned his scratches with an alcohol pad. You brushed it off, focusing on the task at hand. You had had enough practice fixing up injuries from Michael. Of course he wasn’t in the room with you two, he was watching from the window outside. Michael could read people easily. He was amazing at it actually. And watching the stranger inside your home he could only read bad intentions. Michael didn’t know how the conversation went but he assumed you offered the stranger the night in your guest room. Michael entered the house silently through the back door. Then silently up the stairs of your home, he wasn’t surprised to see the stranger standing in your doorway while you slept. Michael didn’t hesitate for a moment to come up behind him and slit his throat. Blood spurting all over your floor as he gasped for breath that he didn’t deserve. You had gotten used to waking up when Michael would get home. So you immediately woke to the sounds of dying a just few feet from you. Let’s just say the both of you slept in the guest room that night. He didn’t ‘cuddle’ you per say. He would never, he’s a stone cold serial killer. But he did let you cuddle into him. Because you needed it of course. Not because he was worried about you. But he held you just a little closer than night. Let your hands wander just a little more than he would usually tolerate.

Vincent Sinclair

Let’s be honest. He’s an extremely insecure person, that fuels his jealous thoughts. Often he will be jealous of his brother. You and Bo spend almost as much time together as you and Vincent. You lived with them and Lester. Vincent didn’t get jealous of Lester though, or even strangers. He just knew that Bo was seen as a very attractive individual. That’s how most of the female tourists ended up sculptures in the museum. He handles his Jealousy with sadness and self resent rather than anger or aggression. He feels incompetent with himself and unworthy of the attention you give him. This particular time you and Bo had been working on a truck in the garage. You were both sweaty and covered in oil, in tank tops and sweatpants. The truck was on the lift and had been raised too a level that even Bo couldn’t reach the top. He had accidentally left a wrench on the hood. It wasn’t a big deal. But when Vincent saw Bo holding you up by your waist, his hands happening to be underneath your white tank top. He was heartbroken. Somewhere in his mind he knew that logically you were his partner and you wouldn’t ever leave him for Bo, but in the moment it was easy to forget. Vincent left abruptly, and you noticed. As soon as you were on the ground Bo’s hands returned to his sides. He knew what Vincent was thinking, and you did too. He nodded toward the door Vincent had left though and you swiftly went to follow the long haired man. When you found him he was in his workshop. Scribbling on a piece of paper. You slowly leaned over his shoulder and what you saw shocked you. A drawing of you and him, scribbled out and ripping. Vincent’s breath was jagged and frustrated. “Oh Vince” you whispered into his neck, as your arms came to wrap around him. He froze as if being caught. “I love you. Not Bo. You, Vincent Sinclair” that sentence, plus a lot more physical contact the next day reassured him immensely. He still struggles with insecurity, but you always know how to make it better.

Bo Sinclair

Unlike his twin, Bo’s jealousy is angry and possessive. He’s used to being left behind, he doesn’t want that scenario to happen with you. Let’s be honest Bo is the type to jealous fuck. Aggressively slamming into you over and over. Making you cum over and over again. Reminding you that only he can make you feel that good. Bo uses sex as a coping mechanism. Something he knows he’s the best at so he can hide behind it. It gives him a sense of security. Now though you wouldn’t let that slide. Your legs were already wrapped around his waist as he lathered your jaw in sloppy kisses. Pushing your back up against the wall of the storage closet in the auto shop. A customer was getting just a little too bold with their eyes and Bo hated it. He said he needed to talk to you ‘in the back’. There wasn’t a ‘back’ in the shop. There was a tiny storage closet around the corner, and that’s where he took you. The customer could definitely hear the two of you. You weren’t loud often but Bo just got a rise out of you. His kisses moved down to your neck and collar bone. He growled and moaned against your skin, sending harsh vibrations up your spine. You nearly got lost in the moment, he felt so good against you. But then you remembered that you had been thinking about this for a while. The fact that whenever a customer would interact with you in a way that could seem flirtatious in the shop, it would almost always lead to spontaneous sex with Bo. At first you thought it was a kinky thing but over the course of a while, after taking the time to examine him in these moments. You discovered it wasn’t a kink or turn on, it was a coping mechanism. He always got so fixated and rough in the moment. You didn’t mind the roughness, if anything it was a preference for you, but when he did this it was like he was tranced. Like he had something to prove to you. You swore that the next time he did this that you would confront him on it. Knowing Bo if you asked any other time he would deny that it ever happened. You moved your hands from his neck to his shoulders, pushing him off of you and unwrapping your legs from his torso. He was too caught up, taking this is a change of positions. He continued smashing his lips into yours, practically shoving his tongue with down your throat. “Bo! Mmm… stop it!” He kissed you hard and sloppy between your words. But at the word stop he slowly stepped back, still holding your waist with both hands. “What?” His face was neutral with a pinch of concern. Jealousy still ever present behind his eyes. “What’s up with you? Every time a customer gets a little flirty you freak and drag me back to the storage closet” my fingertips trace the bone of his jawline and move to cup his face in your hands. “I don’t know what what you mean sugar” he smirks and rolls his eyes. You don’t play along though. Instead staring into his eyes with an eyebrow raised. He tries to say that it’s seriously nothing but eventually he cracks. “I don’t-…I don’t like watching people eye you up right in front of me…” he avoids your eyes as if he has anything to be ashamed about. “Bo…it’s ok to get jealous. I get jealous all the time. But we can’t just fuck it out whenever, we still have customers.” I run my thumb along his bottom lip in an attempt to make it more intimate. Being as that is when Bo learns the best. He pays the most attention to you when your being physical. He nods and rests his head on your shoulder. The fabric of his blue coveralls brushing across your arms(that were exposed as you were in a tank top, because you were supposed to be doing car mechanics). You thought that was that but suddenly you heard him chuckling. “You get jealous all the time eh?”.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas’s jealousy(much like Vincent’s) stems a lot from insecurity, being told all his life by people like Hoyt that he was ugly and that no one could ever really love him. But alternatively when he gets jealous he hates the fact he’s feeling that way at all. He treats it like he’s disrespecting your trust in him by resenting someone else for getting your attention. Most of the time you stay at the house with Luda Mae and there isn’t many occasions where Tommy would get Jealous, however this time you, him, Luda and strangely enough Hoyt, were going grocery shopping in town. He was already getting strange looks from everyone in the store from his appearance. Normally he wouldn’t even have come along, but Luda was getting older and needed more help carrying things. No one knew why Hoyt had come along. He wasn’t going to help, if anything he made it more of a chore than it had to be. Luda had sent you to go grab a bag of sugar, causing you to need to separate from the group. Thomas watched you walk away, worrying. To which he had every right to worry. You couldn’t find the sugar. You had been to this grocery store what felt like hundreds of times and yet you couldn’t find it. You saw a person who worked there though and proceeded to innocently ask him where to find the sugar. He lead you to the shelf. The bags that Luda wanted were big, and heavy. The man took the liberty of offering you help(he clearly wasn’t aware that you could carry it yourself. You lived on a farm for gods sake). You just let him carry the bag. He followed you back to your group, cracking a few jokes that warranted laughs out of you. You clearly didn’t pick up that he was flirting. Hoyt smirked at this, noticing an opportunity to torment Tommy. He elbowed him lightly and laughed smugly. When you got within 10 feet of Tommy you picked up your pace and ran up to him. The worker seemed shocked that these were your people. An old fashioned looking woman, a sheriff carrying a gun obviously on his belt, and Thomas. To strangers Thomas was hard to describe. He was obviously a big man, and the mask situation wasn’t helpful for new interactions either. “Oh right. Thank you!” You smiled brightly at the worker, who’s expression was wary and still surprised. You went to grab the large bag from him and hauled it into the cart. As the four of you went to walk away he called out after you again. “Um here! My phone number.” He slid a small piece of folded paper into your hand before running off. You looked at your hand oddly, that was weird. You didn’t miss how as you walked alongside him, Thomas’s eyes lingered on your hand that slid into your pocket. He was distracted as he walked, bumping into Luda once or twice. Luda being Luda, done with getting her heels stepped on by a man that towered over her, decided to solve the problem. “Tommy, why don’t you and them go get me some butter.” She pointed down the aisle where the butter was. As you followed Thomas you turned your head to see Luda looking at you with a look that said ‘talk to him about it’. So that’s what you did. He had his hands placed on the plastic boarder between the walkway and the shelf. Sometimes you forgot just how big his hands were. You slid one hand overtop of his and intertwined your fingers. “Im not keeping his phone number Tommy.” To prove your point you used your free hand to pull the paper out of your pocket and with help from your teeth you shredded it in half. Both dropping one piece and spitting the other one on the floor of the grocery store. You looked at him from the side of your eye and saw him smiling through the hole in his mask. You grabbed a stick of butter and ran back to Luda and Hoyt, Tommy’s hand still in yours. Hoyt almost said something but before he could he got the back of Luda’s hand to the back of his head.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms is a tough one. Again not many situations when he would get ‘jealous’ per say. Possessive and protective as fuck? Definitely. The idea of you leaving the house scares him, and yet when grocery boy comes around he gets moody. It’s a lose lose situation. You know better than to let Malcom in the mansion, Brahms would lose his shit. But he is the only other companionship you have other than Brahms and your family over a phone. Some days in the mornings you’ll sit on the porch and have a conversation with him over coffee. This has led to many temper tantrums from Brahms. But you always make it up to him. He’s not mature, like at all. We all collectively know that. He’s an eight year old in a 40 year olds body with the horniness of a virgin teenager. You swear he likes to fight you on everything after Malcom’s been around the house. This time he wanted to fight you on bedtime. He had already avoided you all day, only interacting with you to eat. He was touch deprived(more than usual). So, when you went in for his bedtime kiss, even the slight touch made his resolve crumble. His hands grasped your hips roughly, pulling you to straddle him. “Oh, now you wanna talk to me?” Your hands were resting on his chest as to keep yourself upright. “Im not complaining, but your a jealous guy yknow that.” It wasn’t really a question, more of a statement. An incredible accurate one at that. You could see he wanted something, the look in his eyes told you everything. Beautiful forest green eyes clouded with want. “All you gotta do is ask Brahmsy” you lean in to his face, not quite touching him. Just to tease him a little. “Please…” he rasped. His actual voice evident and gruff. “Kiss me…” he leans in just a little leaving barely an inch between you. You could feel his breath on your face, thankful that he had been brushing his teeth. You couldn’t help smashing your lips into his. It was aggressive and needy. He clearly missed you even though it had only been a day, and quite frankly he had probably been watching you through the walls all day. His hands groped at your sides and your chest. All whilst you continued to kiss him. Needy and clingy, two key words when describing Brahms. That night he cuddled into you extra tight. With no intention of letting you up the next morning.

Billy Loomis

Billy doesn’t get jealous unless he’s already having a shitty day. He’s pretty calm and collected. When he does get jealous he starts fights, with everybody. You, Stu, random strangers, teachers, everybody. He’s pretty unstable as is in the terms of emotions. Especially in relationships. His mom made it real hard to trust that someone won’t leave him. In this instance he was jealous of your friend Connor. Connor was generally nerdy, spent all his time in the science labs at school. That’s how you met him actually, a science project. He was the exact opposite of Billy. Frankly you were more of a ‘smart nerdy’ type yourself. It was ridiculous how it all started anyways, you had a study session already planned with Connor. You made sure to tell Billy that a week in advance, knowing he doesn’t like surprises. But apparently he forgot all about it and made plans with Stu and his new temporary girlfriend. Obviously you told him you couldn’t go because you already had plans that you told him about. He got frustrated and jealous as expected. Connor showed up at your house at the worst moment then possible. If we’re gonna be honest Connor never liked Billy much either. Billy was extremely popular and kind of an asshole to the smarter kids at school. Not to say he wasn’t smart, he’s just quiet and friends with Stu so people assume his grades aren’t great. You and Billy had been yelling at each other when Connor opened your door. What happened next was all a blur, memorable events include Connor and Billy getting into each other faces, Connor pushing Billy, and Billy knocking Connor on his ass with a punch to his jaw, Billy had a reputation of overdoing it. Evident in this situation because Billy proceeded to get on top of Connor and continue to punch him. By the time he stopped Connors whole face was bleeding and bruised and Stu and his girlfriend had come into the house. The only reason he stopped was because Stu pulled him off. Sure they killed people but not as Billy and Stu, so he wrapped his arms around him and dragged him off of Connor. You had to call him an ambulance but you knew about Ghost face. “Both of you go. I’ll call an ambulance.” Stu understood why you wanted them gone, so he left. Dragging Billy out behind him. The next few days were lonely. Billy didn’t come back to your house, you assumed he was staying at Stu’s. But around a week after the incident you received an anonymous call. When you picked up you heard the voice of Ghost face over the line. “What’s your favourite scary movie?” If Billy planned on killing you it was a little too late, so you played along. You told him your favourite. The voice over the phone laughed and said something along the lines of ‘So I do know a thing or two, huh?’ The voice then told you to go outside into your backyard. You did as it instructed and stepped out of your back door to see a large sheet draped on the wall of your house, with a projection on it of the title screen of your favourite horror movie. In the centre of it all stood ghost face. Your ghost face. You walked up to him and once in touching vicinity you flipped the chin of his mask up over his mouth and kissed him. No matter how irrational and irresponsible he was sometimes, you missed him. When you pulled away he fully took the mask off, tossing it on the grass somewhere. “Forgive me?”

Alright have whatever this is. I would’ve done more characters but im having some writers block. If you want a part two with someone I missed just comment or ask me. Requests are open sooo yea.

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im-his-druidess · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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small-sinclair · 3 months

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Hiii🌙🌙Wanted to ask if you can write headcanons of Johnny Slaughter😖 🙏 of course you don't have to do it🤗⭐ it was just a question.. ☺️😶

I can do that. I don't mind!

Headcanons of Johnny Slaughter

tw: mentions of killings, blood

He is the biggest goofball you'll meet if he doesn't want to kill you. He has a lot of bad puns and jokes.

Just for the heck of it, he says something so out there and watches his family argue/fight. He'll stay quite for a moment with a shit eating grin and leave the madness.

Banned from touching the radio.

Banned from Cook's kitchen.

Banned from Sissy's room (don't ask what happened).

VERY knowledgeable about flowers and butterflies. He has a lot of books over butterflies.

Johnny does like to go to a certain house in town to visit an old woman that reminds him of his grandmother when she was alive. He'll sit with her on the front porch in the summers and listen to her stories even if she already told it. She lives by herself and her family doesn't visit her often, which makes both her and Johnny a bit sad.

I have an hc of him having a long scar on his back that stretches from his upper back and curves to the left side of his bode like a 'J'. He got it when he fell out of a tree.

This man knows how to play the fiddle.

Ask him about his bottle cap collection.

I think he is a bit overprotective of Bubba. If a victim is making fun of him or taunting him, Johnny would not show mercy as they kill them.

HATES milk. He will never drink it.

He enjoys reading (tell no one).

Can't cook, but knows how to bake! Loves making muffins and cookies!

Johnny has a soft spot for dogs and cats. There's an orange cat that lives in the barn named Froggie; she's Johnny's cat.

He has another cat named Lucky; she's a turtle cat.

Johnny has a dog, too. A German Shepard named Cain.

I actually think he was once in love, but not with the girl he kidnapped (can't remember her name for the life of me). She and Johnny used to play by the watering hole before it dried out. When she got older, she had to move away. Before she did, she kissed Johnny goodbye, giving him his first kiss. He thinks about her from time to time, but shakes it away. If she really loved him, she would've came back and visited, but she hasn't.

Has kissed a guy before when he was drunk. May or may not had a make-out session behind the bar. (He enjoyed it?)

When he's not killing, he's working part time at the town's car shop. He's really good at it, too!

He actually loves kids and wants kids of his own one day, but he won't be able to stay around because of his way of life.

There's a family photo folded in his back pocket he keeps.

Whenever he as a dumb idea, he says it out loud, gets a look from Sissy and Nubbins, and they do it. All three of them share 1 brain cell when it comes to doing something dumb together.

He knows he's adopted, but he's okay with it... sometimes. He does think about what could've been from time to time, but he shakes it off. Nothing tastes sweeter than blood on his lips and Nancy's apple pie.

Johnny is touch starved.

There was this one kill that he remembers and thinks about a lot. It was with a girl about his age. Instead of running with her friends, she went to Johnny. He knew it was an easy kill, but he didn't expect that her last moments was giving him a hug and promising that everything will be okay. He didn't know why he held her close for a while and stayed with her until her last breath. His family ended up having her for dinner, but Johnny made sure he took her bones and charm necklace. He put her bones in a shoe box and buried her in the family grave. Sometimes, he wears the charm necklace and thinks of her, remembering her promise that everything was going to be okay.

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cherryskyies · 10 months

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The slashers w an insecure s/o

Includes: Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt

slowly getting through this major writers block. my writing might be dog shit for a few posts but I'm forcing myself to work through it 🩷

Reader is female

Warnings: descriptions of sex (mostly bo section), praise, low self-esteem.

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Vincent Sinclair

Vincent doesn't understand it.

The moment he laid eyes on you he was in awe, knowing immediately he needed you alive. There wasn't enough wax in the world to sculpt you the ways he desired.

So to see your hesitance at removing your clothing, he was scared you had changed your mind about him — the thought of you being insecure hadn't crossed his mind until you admitted it.

Your cheeks are hot from embarrassment, apologies slipping off your tongue as you dropped your head against his chest. "I'm sorry Vin, I've never liked my body."

He's quick to silently reassure you that he loves all of you, even the parts he hasn't seen with soft hands roaming your delicate body; finger tips gliding over your curves, stopping to lift your face to his – it's a promise.

Vincent will worship the very ground you walk on, making it his goal to show you your beauty through his gentle touches and precise sculptures. You will fill his work space.

Bo Sinclair

"What'dya mean you don't like your body? You've got the best piece of ass I've seen in my life!" Bo exclaims, genuinely confused at your insecurities.

There is not a chance he'll fully understand, regardless of his own insecurities. Bo looks at you and sees the perfect woman — so what if you have some imperfections? He might as well be blind because he can't see them.

He is very gentle with you though, thoroughly fucking the insecurities away and praising you every chance he gets.

"Look how beautiful you are, cumming all over my cock," Bo praises, forcing you to watch yourself in the mirror he's placed across the room. "So perfect."

Would definitely make you point out features you like on yourself before you can cum. Just seems like that kind of guy.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas would be so heartbroken to hear you say you don't like your appearance. He'd think it's his fault for not appreciating you enough.

The first time you say it, you're both a nervous wreck.

"It's not you, Tommy. I just.. I've never liked my appearance," you admit, eyes downcast while your hand holds his at the hem of your shirt.

He whines, nuzzling his face in your neck. It's not fair that you feel this way he thinks, you're the prettiest girl he's ever seen.

But he understands, having his own insecurities; so the two of you make a deal to leave the lights off and keep your shirts on until you are more comfortable — which doesn't take long with the way he worships your body.

With Thomas your insecurities are a thing of the past.

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Thomas Hewitt finding you too cute to kill you headcanons

Hello everyone! I know I have some requests to work on (some are almost ready, so stay tune) but I couldn’t resist the urge to post this little idea I had for Tommy (Texas Chainsaw Massacre).

Basically, your soft, gentle and cute nature makes it impossible for him to kill you and he decides to protect you from his family!

Hope you’ll enjoy <3 Oh and friendly remember that my requests are open and I write for all the slashers!

Gender neutral reader (Hoyt calls you a “bitch”, and Luda Mea “Sweet pea”, but for me it has no gender), no physical description.

Warnings : Hoyt, murders, car crash, blood, pain, deaths, mention of cannibalism, one or two strong words, a bit of angst I guess

Thomas instantly noticed you at the gas station.

You were among a group of five people, but your soft, bubbly and funny personality caught his eyes right away.

You were joking around with your friends, taking photos and being touchy with the people you liked the most.

You were a true ray of sunshine and he had to admit he did wonder what it would be to have someone like you in his existence.

It would be so nice to have someone who would enjoy hugging and kissing him, someone who would have a bright smile on their face pretty much all the time, someone who would make his life better just by being there.

As you entered the store of the gas station to grab some snacks, you noticed his stares.

But unlike everyone else, you didn’t frown, or stare back with anger, disgust or annoyance.

No, you actually smiled at him and gently waved.

You leaned towards one of your friends as your eyes stayed on him.

He looked down, thinking that despite your gorgeous smile and your friendly demeanour, you were going to make fun of him with your friends. And despite how hurtful he thought your words would be, he decided to listen to what you were going to say.

You were whispering so he didn’t get all of it but he definitely heard: “cute giant” and “wouldn’t mind having him as my teddy bear”. Your friend answered something about his mask and you shook your head and answered something like “mysterious is hot”.

He was carrying big boxes of meat for his family, but at those words, he almost dropped one. He wasn’t used to being positively considered, even by most of his family.

He sent you another look.

You were the right amount of cuteness he needed in his life, but he didn’t believe he deserved someone like you.

He was a monster and you were a little sunshine. He belonged to his basement and he couldn’t imagine you living somewhere so filthy.

He hoped Hoyt wouldn’t ask him to kill your group. He really didn’t want to hurt you. He wanted to stay a “cute giant” for once. It would be nice if someone could see him as something else than a killer. And you didn’t seem to mind his mask either, which was nice.

He found himself daydreaming about another life, a life with you and your smile.

When he saw Hoyt’s sheriff car approaching, he tried to get back to reality.

He couldn't have that kind of thoughts about a stranger, no matter how adorable they were. He needed to focus back on work.

He still hoped nothing bad would happen to you. There was enough darkness in the world already, there was no need to kill the light that still remained.

He watched you go with your friends.

He saw you had a moment of hesitation before climbing back into the car. You watched him while biting your lips.

Two of your friends were giggling behind you and they eventually pushed you out of the car.

You nodded to yourself and decided to be brave as you walked toward him.

He had no idea what to do, so he simply stayed where he was and he prayed to God for Hoyt to stay out of this.

“Hi,” you said with a bright smile. He softly groaned in answer and waited for you to continue.

No one ever came to talk to him before, and he was feeling all shy and not pretty enough for you.

“I’m sorry to bother you… and I never go talk to people like that, I promise” you giggled as you looked up at him.

He was so freaking tall and you enjoyed the size difference a little too much for your own good.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to do something with me someday soon? We’re new in town with my friends. We are a group of young journalists and we have decided to investigate on the murders around here” you explained “but anyways, I’ll stick around for a while and… and you’re… someone I’d like to know more of” you tried to find your words. You didn’t want to sound too insisting or to make him feel uncomfortable.

The truth was he was 100% your style and if he even would just want to have sex with you, you would jump into his bed without an ounce of hesitation.

“Sorry, kid, but the guy ain’t talkin’” said a heavy accented voice behind you and you slightly turned around to discover the sheriff standing a few steps away from you, watching the scene with mean amusement.

“Oh, sorry about that” you looked back at the giant and you gave him another gentle smile “I probably talk enough for two anyways” you joked and it actually put Thomas at ease even though he couldn’t fully relax with Hoyt around you.

“So you would like…?” you were about to ask in a more direct way your offer to spend some time together but Hoyt put a hand on your shoulder to cut you off.

You couldn't stop yourself from having a gesture of rejection.

You were touchy and cuddly with the people you loved, but you didn’t like when weird old men were touching you.

Thomas put the boxes on the ground, and he grabbed Hoyt’s hand to remove it from you. He couldn’t stand the idea of this corrupted and evil man putting a hand on your perfect and pure person.

You blushed at the attention and you felt like you could be very safe with a man like your cute giant.

“So ya said ya were a journalist, huh?” Hoyt asked and you nodded, quite unhappy about how things were going. “Well ain’t likin’ little shits goin’ ‘round my town. So if I was ya, I’d leave right away” Hoyt tried to frighten you.

In reality, he wasn’t going to let you and your friends go, you were fresh meat to him.

“Oh yeah? Well that's a pity we already bought the house we’re going to stay in. But don’t worry, I’ll be very happy to write a paper about you” you said, because no one intimidated you in your whole life.

Thomas watched you with bright widening eyes. He had never seen anyone speaking to Hoyt like that before.

He felt the anger rising inside of his uncle, so he gently pushed the sheriff away from you.

Hoyt was quite taken aback by Thomas’ actions and he sent him a look meaning ‘you won’t protect them for long, soon you’ll have to end them and I’ll have a lot of pleasure watching this happening’.

“Thank you, big guy. Hope to see you around soon” you told your cute giant with another smile and you left.

Thomas watched you go with a heavy heart. If Hoyt hadn’t arrived, he could have hoped for a walk with you or something.

Once you were gone with your friends, Hoyt started to yell at him, but Thomas didn't care.

Your kindness made his day.

But of course Hoyt wasn’t going to let you investigate around, and of course he couldn't stand what happened between you and him, so in the evening, he had already provoked a car accident.

You and your friends were in a car upside down, hurt and half unconscious.

You wondered what happened when your eyes fluttered open and your first instinct was to get out of the car. You crawled through a shattered window but heavy boots walked to you before pressing you against the ground.

You whined in pain at the pressure of a boot on your back and you barely had the strength to look up. It was Hoyt.

“What kind of sherriff are you?” you mumbled and he let out a very sinister laugh.

You looked back at the car and that was when you noticed some of your friends were seriously hurt, just like you, and others were dead.

You remembered the gunshot and you understood Hoyt had aimed at one of your tires.

“Asshole” you murmured and he stopped laughing. He grabbed you by the arm to force you to stand up.

“Ya’ll suffer so prettily, bitch” he spat into your face.

He threw you on the ground and you fell in front of another pair of legs. You tried to look up but you collapsed.

You heard someone screaming orders at someone else, something about getting the bodies out of the car. You also felt someone carrying you as gently as possible. And then darkness.

When you opened your eyes again, there was an old woman softly taking care of your wounds.

You were laid down on a couch and she was sitting next to you. When she noticed you were awakening, she smiled down at you.

You tried to move but she shushed you and forced you to stay put.

“‘S fine, sweet pea, ‘s fine. Ya need some rest” she whispered to you.

You looked around and wondered where you were and why you weren’t already dead or in some kind of torture chamber.

“The sheriff…” you started and she sighed.

“I’m sorry ‘bout my son’s manners.” she said and you looked at her with pure horror. You were in the devil’s lair.

“My friends…” you whispered again.

“I’m sorry for them, sweet pea.” she replied and you started to silently cry.

“Don’t cry, it’d upset Tommy” she said as she pressed a handkerchief on your face so it wouldn’t be stained by your tears.

“Tommy?” you asked and she nodded and smiled.

“He said you’ve been very kind to him” she said “thank ya for that” she added and you understood she was talking about the “cute” giant.

As if he had heard his name - which he probably had - he appeared in the room. He didn’t dare to look at you but he subtly checked on you.

The woman stood up and left the two of you alone.

Thomas was feeling too ashamed and upset about the situation because he knew he could have hoped for something better, and he was about to leave as well but you softly whispered his name and he turned back to you in surprise.

You weren’t going to die here, you promised yourself and you hoped your giant would help you.

“Don’t let him hurt me, please” you said as you reached for Thomas’ hand.

He was so unused to being touched, that he didn’t react at first. But soon enough he was kneeling in front of you and keeping your hand in his.

He thought of all the blood his hands were usually drawing out of people, so it was pleasant to use them in a gentle manner… Even if he still believed he didn’t deserve to be so close to an angel like you.

Thomas had never been treated that way before, and he was falling in love very fast and very hard with you.

He nodded. Of course he wasn’t going to let anything happen to the only person who smiled at him the way you did earlier.

You faintly smiled this time and you didn’t know if you could push your luck.

“Would you let me go?” you asked him and you instantly saw the conflict and the pain flashing into his pretty brown eyes. Your instinct of survival thought of something else.

“I mean, you could hide me somewhere? You must know an abandoned place around. I’m too weak to run away from you anyways” you tried to smoothly talk to him. “I’m sure you would take a great care of me” you continued and it was working a lot more than you thought.

The man loved the idea of having you all to himself and being able to take care of you.

He finally nodded and your eyes lit up. He loved the look of that as well.

He sent a quick glance at the clock and he knew he didn’t have much time to get you out of the house. He knew Hoyt was going to be very angry at him, but it was totally worth it.

He scooped you up into his arms and you cuddled closer, feeling safe against him, no matter how precarious your situation was.

Thomas’ heart was melting.

He very carefully got you out of the house from the back door and walked with assurance into the garden, before moving through a little alley on the left.

You were now hidden behind trees, cars and little cabins.

You had no idea where you were going, but something inside of you trusted Thomas.

You soon enough arrived in front of an abandoned house. The inside was a mess, but when Thomas climbed downstairs, into the basement, you discovered a nice little place, quite dusty and with old child drawings laying on the ground.

You understood that it probably was his secret haven when he was a child.

“You aren’t going to kill me because I asked you out?” you finally wondered out and Thomas didn’t look at you. He was madly blushing under his mask. He simply nodded.

You softly pressed a kiss on his chin, on both his mask and skin, and he blushed even more if that was possible.

You were definitely too cute to die.

And he was definitely too in love with you to let you go.

PART II

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