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Base Yandere Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface Headcanons: Best Husband (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)
[Hello My Sexy Muffins, and welcome back to another chapter in this chapter it is Thomas Hewitt from the prequel and remake of Texas Chainsaw Massacre and I hope that you all enjoy this chapter. 
[DISCLAIMER: THIS IS FICTION! It is NOT To Be Taken Seriously! This is just for a fun what if he was yandere? Thomas Hewitt is NOT Yandere. It is okay to simp for fictional slashers and yanderes in fiction. Just please keep real life and fiction separate. Please enjoy!] 
-Base Yandere Headcanons With Thomas Hewitt/Leatherface 
.Thomas was adopted by his mama. 
.Born in a slaughterhouse and meat packing, only for the owner to have about thrown him away. 
.She took him away and she promised one day someone would love him just as much as she did. 
.That would be his special someone. 
.Years later he met you, you were not like anyone he met. 
.Though his face shocked you the first time you did not mind. 
.You actually took time to get to know him and understand him. 
.He was in love. 
.He would start to do sweet things for you, making you little gifts. 
.Inviting you to go to dinner with him. 
.He is a gentleman with you, his mama raised him right. 
.He would be sweet on you and as kind as can be. 
.Though he HATES When other men spend time with you or talk about you in a crude way. 
.They should not do that! You are his and they should not treat you like an object! 
.He has threatened people who tried to hit on you before. 
.Though he only killed when they stepped past a certain line. 
.That being anything like kissing, hurting you, and making you uncomfortable. 
.He was not taking any of that. 
.He would ask his mama permission to ask you to be his. 
.He is still loyal to family so would eventually get mama on board to have you. 
.He is surprisingly soft and gentle with you. 
.Though when he does get in the mood he does sometimes forget how strong he is. 
.He is innocent but knows the basics. 
.He loves you and wants to give you the life you deserve. 
.Rivals get scared off or killed. 
.If scaring them off does not work well he will just have to make them into a meal for you. 
.When he does confesses he is nervous. 
.If you accept his love he is shocked then picks you and spins you around. 
.You are the best damn thing to happen and he will be the best husband for you his spouse. 
.If you are to say no?
.Well that will not do at all. 
.His mama already said you are part of the family. 
.He would just pick you up over his shoulder and lock you in his room. 
.He is not losing you, his mama was right that you were the one for him. 
.You were just confused or shy. 
.Yeah that had to be it. 
.He is a gentleman and does his best to accept his love. 
.He would never hurt you. 
.Well unless you run. Then he would use a specific chainsaw to cut off a leg. 
.Just so you do not run again. 
.He would make sure it stays clean and he will always be there to carry you, wash you, and take care of you. 
.He would force you to be his bride. 
.He is a good husband so he will take good care of you, he sweet honeydew. 
.He also would force feed you if you refused to eat. You need to keep your strength up. 
.Does not matter if you do not want to eat humans, you eat or you will get force-fed. 
.He is just doing his job as a dutiful husband. 
[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS another chapter done, I hope you all enjoyed it and stay sexy all my sexy muffins]
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lonleywriters-blog · 2 years
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Can we get the reactions of Yan! Tiffany, Myers, Jason, Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, and Bubba Sawyer to finding out their S/O has been kidnapped or is being held hostage by a victim? 💚💚💚
Of course love
Yan slashers with kidnapped darling
Pls don't reblog or take
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She heard you scream while she was looking for the victim and her heart sunk. She ran towards where you were, and when she found you she was heartbroken. You had a knife put to your throat and it was her fault, if she had just caught them sooner you would be safe. She thought quickly and grabbed the victims arm tightly causing them to drop the knife, then pulled them away from you and to the ground. She told you to look away and killed them fast. She ran up to you and gave you a big hug, she can't believe she let you be in harms way. She will not stop apologizing, she set you guys up a movie night so you could cuddle and calm down.
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Micheal saw that the victim had grabbed you, now they were threatening him. Do they really think they scare him? He is way stronger, they couldn't do anything if they tried. He grabbed them and threw them across the room, which knocked them out. He will deal with them later right now he is worried about you. He grabbed you and looked into your eyes silently checking on you. You nodded to signal that you were okay, and he nodded back. Hey took you back to your guy's bedroom and made you lay down. He threw you a blanket and left, though he came back soon after with blood on him. He changed and jumped into bed with you and pulled you to his chest. He will always protect you no matter the cost.
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He was trying to find the victim in the woods when he saw the shadow of them in a cabin light. He barged in but stopped in his tracks when he saw you tied to a chair. He couldn't think until he heard his mom yelling in his head "Jason kill him, save your partner, JASON" he snapped out of it and walked to the victim fastly. He grabbed their neck until he heard it snap, he rushed to untie you. He picked you up carefully and ran his hand up to your cheek softly. He takes you back to your shared cabin and laid you down onto the bed and held your hand and bowed his head until you told him you accept his apology, then he will crawl on bed with you until you fall asleep.
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You weren't exactly kidnapped, your ex is trying to take you away from the house. Brahms doesn't like that one bit he watches through the wall furiously. He had enough and broke through the wall, scaring your ex in the process. Before your ex could do anything Brahms had grabbed the nearest sharp object and stabbed him. Blood got all over you both and he pulled you into his chest for a tight hug. He would not let go. He draged you to the couch and cuddled you repeatedly telling you that he loves you and you cannot ever leave him.
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One of the victims had escaped the basement and ran upstairs, they came across you and decided that you will be their ticket out. Thomas quickly followed to find the victim and when he saw that they had you he saw red. They thought they could just grab his darling and get away, they are very mistaken. He grabbed them with such force they had to let go, he did let go of their neck till the victim went limp. He threw them to the side and hugged you. He swayed left to right trying his best to calm you down. He will never let this happen again, ever. He is so sorry he will not stop apologizing or trying to at least.
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Drayton had let a girl slip out of his hands and yelled at bubba to grab them. Bubba ran quickly after them but by the time he caught up they already had you in their hold. He stopped and made a loud wine, he couldn't believe that he let this happen. He grabbed them and pulled them to the ground. They let go in the process and before he could think he had his chainsaw in their gut. He didn't stop till they were almost unrecognizable. Then he turned and picked you up taking you back to the house making noises of apology. He will not leave your side until he absolutely has to.
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bella-goths-wife · 1 year
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Slashers becoming obsessed after a one night stand (NSFW)
Michael Myers
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You met Michael at a Halloween party
He was outside looking for potential victims when he spotted you and gave you his predatory stare
You just assumed he was a cute guy (based on his height and build) who was interested in you
So you decided to make a come hither motion before separating from the party and heading into an alley way
Michael follows, very confused, and is about to kill you before you start taking off your top and getting on your knees in front of him
Not sure what your doing, but still intrigued, he gives you a nod to see what you would do
You proceeded to take him out of his jumpsuit and blew him right then and their which quickly turned to very rough sex against the wall
Just as he cums and takes himself out of you, he’s stood there confused about how you could make him feel the most pleasure he’s ever experienced
You take advantage of his confusion and decided to leave, not very used to sticking around afterwards
You, however, left your bag- which contained your ID
He uses this information to find out where you live and he decided to visit you
He wanted to feel the pleasure you gave him again, he wanted to be inside you and hear your moans against his ears
He was thoroughly disappointed when he saw you with another man in your bed through your window
He was furious, you were his- couldn’t you see that he claimed you after that fateful night
Every man he saw enter the house, he would promptly kill when they left
He followed you everywhere in the hopes that you would notice him and fall to your knees in front of him again
He wanted you to beg for him again
He’ll do whatever it takes to be inside you again
Bo Sinclair
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Bo met you when you were staying in a motel near Ambrose
He was staying there after a particularly nasty fight with his brother after a victim almost got loose
When he saw you, he instantly knew you were his type
He decided to flirt with you which eventually ended up with you riding his cock on the chair in your room
He loved to hear you moan as you bounced in his cock, and for once he felt his worries melt away as he kissed you neck
When you had both finished, bo felt himself unexpectedly wanting to have some pillow talk with you and a cuddle session
When he tried you quickly shut it down by telling him that you had to get up early so it was best that he left
Bo was shocked, he was the one who usually shut people down and left, but you challenged him and that intrigued him
He left before entering your room again with a spare key he had swiped after he heard you gentle snores
He traced your soft skin as he remarked that you smelt like warm vanilla
He wanted to be able to crawl into your bed and feel the warmth of your skin as he held you, but he resisted his urges
After that he tried flirting with you again, you rejected his advances and told him that it was a one time thing
He was enraged
You were meant to fall for him, he was playing the good guy for you, and you dare to spit it back in his face?
He decided it was time to play dirty when he heard that your stay in the motel was ending soon
He kidnapped you and brought you back to the house
He was determined to make you into his little housewife, and if you couldn’t do that- he’s sure you’d make a good doll instead
Vincent Sinclair
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You met Vincent after you visited the house of wax
You caught him sneaking around and began chatting with him
He was shocked that you were so nice to him
When you began to flirt, Vincent got flustered and accidentally cornered you when he leaned into your hand that was playing with his hair
You took this as your cue, and began kissing the lips of his mask
He didn’t know what to do at first but he quickly put his hands on your hips
The situation ended up with you two fucking against the wall of the museum
He thought this was a confession that you loved him and that you were both in a relationship
This was quickly shut down when you got up to leave
He grabbed your hand with desperation and silently begged you to stay, you refused and felt creeped out at the situation
You tried to get out of the museum and out of panic, Vincent strangled you until you lost consciousness
He didn’t know what to do, he loves you and after you both had sex, he wants you in his life forever
He decided to have you chained to his bed until you admitted that you loved him too
When you didn’t cooperate, Bo decided to do his brother a favour and introduced you to the wax machine
He convinced Vincent that if you wouldn’t cooperate that a wax version of you would be much more submissive
Asa Emory
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You were one of Asa’s students (he’s a college professor btw- still wrong but reader isn’t underage)
He had seen you before and while, yes he saw you as physically attractive, you were his student
It wasn’t until he asked you to stay after class to discuss your grades when you began your seduction
Your seductive gaze worked so well that he was between your thighs on his desk in the matter of minutes
He found your sweet taste intoxicating, he wanted to drink you fully
He fully believed that he could spend the rest of his life between your soft thighs as they wrapped around his head
Once he was finished, he tried taking to you but you were out of the door before he could get a word out
After that, you became a clear favourite in the class, which while it was fun and gave you an advantage, didn’t exactly help your popularity
He would sit you in the desk closest to him and would constantly uses his advances to invite you into his bed
The last straw for Him was when a boy in the class was flirting with you
He quickly confronted you and you called him pathetic
He was so angry that he knocked you out
You were quickly added to the collection
If you wouldn’t love him naturally, he was patient enough to let Stockholm syndrome set in
Thomas Hewitt
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You met Thomas when you were exploring the abandoned village
You ran into an old bridal shop and thought it would be fun to play dress up
Thomas was conveniently looking for a birthday gift for Luda may when he stumbled across you
When Thomas spotted you, you were wearing a beautiful white dress with a veil on while you twirled and giggled at your reflection in the mirror
Thomas was stunned, you were an angel, a bride sent from god as a reward to him for being such a good boy
When you spotted him, you laughed in embarrassment as you tried to explain your situation
You thought that he was also playing dress up too because of his mask, so as a joke you encouraged him to wear a grooms outfit so you matched
After he changed and you joked around about a ceremony not being complete without a kiss
He took this seriously as he thought that the both of you were legitimately getting married, that you were now mrs Hewitt
He quickly kissed you which turned into the two of you having gentle, romantic sex on the floor of the bridal shop
This was life changing in Thomas’s eyes, he was now married to you, a beautiful angel
So he was quick to anger when you tried leaving
You were his angel, his blessing, HIS wife and you were trying to leave?
Before you could even explain your hoisted over his shoulder and put into the car before he knocks you out after you threw some unsavoury words at him
He couldn’t wait to bring you home, after all what’s a better birthday gift for Luda may then a daughter in law and future grand babys?
Baby firefly
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You and baby met when you were at a skeevy bar with your friends
She instantly spotted you and thought you were beautiful so she came up to you and started flirting up a storm
You gave in and bought her a drink
This quickly turned into you going down on her in the ladies toilets
She felt like she was in heaven with the way you moved your tongue and gave her immense pleasure
This became a Friday night routine as she always found you so the two of you could hook up
This was until you started going on dates with other people on Fridays instead of meeting up with baby
She’s furious, you were her little toy to break and put back together
She kills off of all your dates until you have no option but return back to her as she’s the only reliable romantic interest you had
This is where she wants you, vulnerable and craving her
You’ll be joining the firefly’s in no time
Otis driftwood
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You met Otis when he and the other firefly’s kidnapped you and your friends
He knew you were his type and you used it up your advantage as you thought sleeping with his might get you a chance to escape
Otis accepts your advances, thinking you’d be a good fuck before he killed you
So he held your hips down as he pounded into you while you pulled out your most pornograthic noises in an attempt to get him to like it more
After he’s done he smells your strawberry scented hair and looks Into your intoxicating eyes and he knows right then and there
He’s keeping you
He makes you watch as he kills your friends in an attempt to make you fear him to make you more submissive to his actions
You end up resisting him more so he decides to show you some sketch’s of his future creations
It’s creepy enough until the sketches start to look more and more eerily similar to you
Otis reminds you that If you play a good little firefly, he won’t need to make any more creations for a while
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smuthospital · 5 months
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🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃
Art by: Minilev
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Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help
Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent
-Dr. Smut
Minors DNI
Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader
"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.
"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.
The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.
"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.
You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.
"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.
Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.
He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.
You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.
"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.
'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.
Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.
"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.
You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.
He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.
You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?
You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.
The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.
You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.
You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.
Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.
You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.
His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.
He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.
Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.
You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.
He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.
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hey ~ I Love your writing so much! Could I make a request where the slashers witnessing their shy s/o losing their temper because someone hurt or insulted them (the slashers) please?
Slashers x Fem!Shy!Reader, Hannibal Lecter x Fem!Shy!Reader x Will Graham, Henry Creel x Fem!Shy!Reader loses temper HCs
warning(s): slight hurt/comfort, mentions of murder, reader being angry
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Thomas Hewitt:
Thomas had always seen (Y/n) as his sweet, shy darling. She had never lost her temper since they met. If she ever did get upset, she would excuse herself and let herself calm down before resolving the problem. That being said, when he heard his darling yelling at someone, he was ready to kill someone on the spot. He was worried that someone was hurting her, so when he ran outside and saw his darling telling off one of the victims, he was more than surprised. He watched in silence as she lectured them for insulting Thomas, letting out a frustrated breath once she was done. 
Nevertheless, Thomas was very impressed with his darling but would make sure she was alright. He knew that they must have said something really bad to make her so upset, so he’d reassure her that he was alright before offering to make her favorite for dinner. This would help her calm down, and Thomas would have the bonus of spoiling his darling.
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Billy Lenz:
On one of the rare occasions that (Y/n) convinced Billy to go out on a date with her, a few people made fun of Billy for how he behaved and his frequent fidgeting. (Y/n) did her best to ignore them, usually steering Billy’s attention to taking pictures with his camera, which quickly distracted him from the disgusted glares and snickers from behind the couple. (Y/n) asked Billy to keep taking pictures while she took care of something, watching him leave before she turned to the nasty group of teens.
By the time Billy became bored and came back in, he watched as the teens cried while (Y/n) demanded to be left alone. They all either apologized or let out the last of their insults before leaving. Billy accidentally took a photo as everything played out, making (Y/n) turn to Billy in slight surprise. She let herself take a few deep breaths before going over to Billy, a small smile on her face as she reassured him that everything was alright before they went back to eating, Billy making sure to tell (Y/n) that he was just fine.
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Brahms Heelshire:
Brahms had always adored how shy his darling could be at times. She was always so loving and patient with him, which was perfect since that was exactly what he needed. One day, the grocery boy came by to deliver the groceries that (Y/n) had asked for. As they were talking, Malcolm had made a degrading comment about Brahms, making her quickly slap him before she quickly asked him to get out. He sputtered and tried to apologize, but she was having none of it, telling him that she was fed up with how demeaning he was every time he visited. 
She was about to go on another lecture when Brahms entered the room, making both Malcolm and (Y/n) go quiet as he stepped in front of (Y/n), staring down Malcolm with a deadly look in his eyes. Malcolm soon took the hint, letting out a pathetic apology before he left. Brahms turned his attention to his darling, making sure she was alright before he asked her to make him something to eat, earning a small nod from (Y/n) as she let herself focus on Brahms.
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Bo Sinclair:
Bo always took pleasure in teasing his darling. She was shy and polite, which only made teasing her all the more enjoyable for him. One day, when they had a group of victims passing through Ambrose, (Y/n) began to lose her patience. She remained polite for the most part, but Bo could tell that she was talking through gritted teeth. As the day went on, it seemed that (Y/n)’s patience wore thinner and thinner, not even capable of faking a smile as she told them not to mess with the wax figures yet again. Bo was more than confident that (Y/n) could handle herself, but just in case he stood nearby so she could get him if needed. However, she soon proved herself when one of the teens commented on Bo’s scars. 
She immediately turned around, slapping him as hard as she could before she firmly told him to never talk about his scars ever again, otherwise she would do more than just slap him. This earned a smirk from Bo, a mix of pride and anger in his face as he looked over at the teen, knowing he would enjoy murdering him later.
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Vincent Sinclair:
Vincent had fallen head over heels for his darling. He was just as shy as she was, so they were practically perfect for each other. Vincent would always take time out of his day to check up on his darling. Whether it was to bring (Y/n) something to eat, or to simply spend some time with her, he always looked forward to his short visits with her throughout the day. During one of these short visits, he noticed that she was arguing with Bo. He quickly made his way order, ready to apologize to his brother when (Y/n) lost it, yelling that not everything revolved around his brother, while his brother seemed slightly taken aback. 
He quickly took (Y/n)’s hand, stopping her from escalating the argument before he took her to the basement. He helped her calm down, tracing her hands with his own as he reassured her that everything would be alright, promising to be there when things became too much for her.
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Stu Macher & Billy Loomis:
Stu and Billy had never seen their shy darling blow up at someone ever since they started dating. They never thought they’d see (Y/n) yell at someone, but they watched as she chastised Randy for making jokes about the Woodsboro murders. She told him that they weren’t in one of his stereotypical horror movies, to which Randy shook his head as he tried to argue with her. It wasn’t until he made a joke about Sidney’s mother that she slapped him, causing him to flinch when she yelled at him to get lost.
 Stu and Billy had to hide their knowing looks, going over to their darling to make sure that she was alright before they offered to take her out, wanting to get something to eat before taking her out to the arcade. This seemed to satisfy her, making her smile as the three of them left to have a night out.
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Jason Vorhees:
Jason had always adored his darling for her personality, she was always so caring and loving when it came to him. However, that never meant that she wouldn’t stand up for Jason when she needed to. Jason and (Y/n) had kept Camp Crystal Lake open, and usually worked on keeping the camp grounds clean. (Y/n) had been helping Jason with cleaning up the lake when a few of the kids staying there began to make fun of Jason. (Y/n) did her best to help Jason ignore them, but one kid joked about Jason’s looks, and that’s when (Y/n)’s patience ran out. She turned to them, beginning to yell at them for demeaning Jason while Jason watched in slight surprise. 
He tried to get her to calm down, reassuring her that he was alright, but she refused to let them go unpunished for what they had said. After she felt like they had learned their lesson, she let herself calm down before turning back to Jason, a gentle smile on her face before she asked him what he wanted for lunch, making him swoon for her all over again. She had taken the time to defend him and in the same breath make sure that he was taken care of. He made sure to show his appreciation for her, making her a flower crown with some of her favorite flowers so she knew that he would be there for her too.
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Michael Myers:
Michael had never been good when it came to people. He killed people that he wanted to kill, which was usually everyone. All except his darling (Y/n), she was the one exception. She had intrigued him when he had made an attempt on her life, only for her to offer him something to eat. Since then, Michael had been staying with his darling, leaving every now and then to let out some of his frustration. While coming back from one of these outings, Michael overheard (Y/n) yelling at something, and he couldn’t help but become curious. He walked into the home, gripping his knife in hand as he approached the room she was in before he noticed his darling. 
She was yelling at one of her friends, clearly fed up with their comments on their relationship as she scolded them. Michael never understood why she was still friends with this person, but he found it entertaining that (Y/n) wanted to stand up to them. He waited for them to finish up, watching her friend leave as he placed his knife down, making sure he was mostly clean of blood before he pressed a kiss to her cheek, gently massaging her shoulders as he offered to fix her something to eat.
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Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:
The two men had known their darling for quite a while, and in all of the time they knew her, she had never had a major blow up. They assumed that she was just more quiet natured, and for the most part that was correct. She never raised her voice out of anger, and while she could stand her ground, she never really liked confrontation. But Hannibal and Will absolutely loved (Y/n), and as long as she wasn’t letting anyone use her for her kindness, they trusted that she could take care of herself. Hannibal and Will were picking up their darling from work when they overheard her yelling at someone. They exchanged a look between each other before walking over to see what had happened, watching as their darling told off one of their coworkers. Hannibal watched with slight amusement as (Y/n) continued to lecture the man, while Will watched with concern, hoping everything would turn out alright as she finished the conversation, heading over to the men when she was done.
“Is everything alright, cara mia?” Hannibal asked, making sure his darling was alright before she nodded, asking to be taken home since she was tired. They happily did so, just glad to have her home.
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Henry Creel:
Henry had always loved his shy little darling. She was sweet and more precious to him than anything else in the world. One day, he had come back shopping when he overheard (Y/n) yelling at someone. He quickly made his way inside, prepared to confront whoever it was that had the audacity to enter his home and make (Y/n) upset, but he quickly paused when he noticed that she was on the phone, currently yelling at someone over the phone. She was talking to one of her friends, fussing at them for insulting her relationship. 
Henry let her wrap up the conversation, finally joining her once she had hung up. (Y/n) was surprised to see Henry there, apologizing for her outburst only for him to shake his head, smirking lightly as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. He was glad to know that she was proud to be in a relationship with him, planning on rewarding her for remaining loyal to him later.
~fin~ author's note: these boys love their shy little darling, but they love the flare that she has when she gets angry! <33
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magicgalatica · 3 months
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Sweets
PART 1
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Yandere! Leatherface/Thomas Hewitt (2006) x Baker! Female Reader
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Smell of sliced meat drifted up. Raw, drooling red. Sunlight beamed in through windows. Casting rays of warmth and heat.
Thunk Thunk Thunk!
Wood gently being chopped by a blade that pierced laid meat. Steak. Pork. Anything that a blade would grace itself with. A tall man stood, hovering. Black hair draped over his shoulders slightly. Mask covering his lower face towards his nose. Hiding whatever what maybe under it. Hazel eyes focusing. Rising his arm then swinging down. Slicing a large rib. Breathing slowly.
RIIIIIINNNNG!
He stopped. Clever at hand. Staring yet remained silent. Shift now ending. Letting out a breath. Eyes lingering on the meat that sat in front of him. As if he was contemplating. Hearing footsteps behind him. Not bothering nor interested to see who it was. Whoever it was stopped. Not close, just a few feet away. Thomas begins swinging down again before hearing a disgruntled voice speaking towards him.
“Oi. The shift is over. Go home ya animal.”
He stopped, holding the clever tightly. Looking at the man, who glared back at him. Eyes locked onto each other. Placing his clever to the side. Moving butchered meat into a container (or barrel). Slowly turning around after finishing. Glaring at the owner one last time before leaving his spot. His boots scraping wooden floors to dirt. Closing the steel door after he left. Letting out more breathes. Following his path. Silent. Feeling a cool breeze grazing him softly. Sunlight nabbing at him slowly. Taking more steps. Then a scent hits his nose. What seemed to be….. Cookies? This was new to him. Usually used to smell of raw meat. Curiosity slowly nawing at him. Following this newly scent. Seeing a small path. He took it. Continuing to trail it slowly. Letting out a breath. Before noticing a building a few feet away from a him.
A Bakery…
Has it always been here? He pondered in his thoughts for a second. Noticing it wasn’t far from town. Nestling by itself. Some chairs and tables settled outside. Gently pushing the door, heading a tiny bell going off. Then a voice spoke.
“Hello! I’ll be with you in one second!”
Raising his head. Taking a look at his surroundings. Seemingly the inside was a theme of western. Some wheels here and there. Bull skull hanging in front near the cashier. Soft music playing in background. Coffee freshly brewed with some tea that glowed from sunlight. Hearing clicking of boots. A female appears. H/c gently swaying a bit. Tying up her apron before moving her gaze up. Smiling.
“Hello! Welcome to Sweetie Bakery!”
Her voice sounded soft and calm. Not a hint of anger or disgust towards him. But he took notice of her nose twitching. Probably gaining a scent of dried blood on him. However she didn’t say anything. Not bothered.
“I’m Y/n! How can I help you today?”
“…….”
Thomas gazed at Y/n. Keeping his silence. He did move forward. Gazing at the options before him. He expected her to call him names or insult him under her breath.
But he heard nothing.
Y/n watched him with her e/c. Still smiling. Being patient. Allowing him to scan each option. He stopped, then gazed at Y/n.
“…….”
Y/n tilted her head a bit. Still gazing at him as he did back. Then his eyes slowly trail towards some pie. Mainly at Pecan Pie. Y/n, taking notice, smiles more at him.
“Would you like a sample?”
“………”
Y/n hummed, ducking down for a moment. Appearing up. Holding a plate with a fork. Setting it down. Placing on some gloves on. Grabbing a slice gently with a baking tool. Placing it onto the plate. Thomas reached for the fork. But Y/n, gently, tapped his hand.
“Hold on mister, let me get you a wet cloth show you can clean your hands for a second.”
Thomas looked at her. Seeing her turn away. Grabbing a cloth. Wetting it with warm water. Heading back over. Gesturing the cloth to him. Thomas gazed at it for a second. Taking it. He slowly wiped his hands to clear off any smell or remain of meat. Y/n gently takes back the cloth. Thomas grabs his fork. Cutting into this pecan pie. Jabbing into a piece. Rising it up to his mouth. Taking a bite. Y/n smiles at him ounce more.
“Do you like it?”
Thomas looks at her, letting out a small huff. To which Y/n took as a yes. Her eyes noticed something red.
“Oh your bleeding.”
Thomas wondered what she meant before noticing. A cut on his hand. Being used to dealing with sharp blades when working. To a point he doesn’t feel it anymore.
“Wait here.”
Y/n disappeared into the back before coming back with a med kit. Going around. Pulling one of the chairs.
“Go ahead and take a seat. I’ll take look at it.”
Thomas turned to her. Slowly heading towards the chair and sat down slowly. Y/n got on her knees. Opening her med kit. Using one hand, she took Thomas’s cut hand. But instead of roughly, it was a gentle touch. To him it was like a delicate soft touch. Y/n pulled out some wipes. Wiping some blood away before wrapping it some bandages.
“There that looks better.”
Thomas let’s out a breath. Y/n stood up.
“Hopefully that’ll heal up nicely. Better then it being accidentally cut further and then getting infected. Especially when working at a meat place.”
Thomas looks at her. Thinking she must’ve offended him.
“Oh sorry. I didn’t mean anything bad. It just when it comes to sharp objects when you cut meat.”
Y/n breathes softly.
“You must be thirst from working within that building.”
Y/n goes back behind the counter, humming a bit. Grabbing a cup. Gently pouring some sweet tea into a cup. Walking back over to him. Placing it down in front him.
“There you go.”
Y/n hummed, walking back to the counter. Thomas watched her. She wasn’t unlike many other folk around these parts. Harsh ones. Especially when it comes to him. Due to his mask and… face. But with you…. You gave no reaction of ill will. Instead, a soft and kind emotion was given. Giving a smile, and helping him with the cut he hand. Welcoming him warmly then harshly. Thomas slowly got up. Inhaling. Grabbing the cup.
“Oh wait sir!”
He looks at her. Y/n came over with a bag. Filled with different sweets. He looked at it then gaze at Y/n.
“A hard working man deserves something for all the work he does.”
Thomas gazed at her.
“Don’t worry about the pay. It’s on the house!”
Thomas gazed the bag. Slowly taking it. His fingers accidentally brushed with hers. She did not flinch nor pull away. Thomas takes the bag. Y/n smiles at him. Seeing him walk away. Waving.
“See you later mister! Hope I see you again!”
Bell chimed. Thomas breathes out. Feeling heat of the sun again. Taking his path once more. His chest however…..
Felt Tight.
Out of all woman he met before until they left town. You were the rarest he seen. Like a rare piece of gold in a mine of silver. Soft hearted. Delicate. Kind. He felt… comfortable near you. Being at ease when he sees you. Calm when he hears you. He needed to come back….. No…..
He will come back.
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Thomas Hewitt x gn!reader fluff
summary: reader's kind words tug at tommy's heartstrings, sparking the possibility of your escape... or maybe not. not meant to be canon with the movie (tcm:tb)
not proof-read, pls forgive
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your eyes lazily drift open before a single clear thought manifests in your mind. the air is hot and humid, the stench pervading the air making you slightly nauseous. your vision's still foggy and it seems no amount of blinking will make the sight of the dark basement your in any more clear.
a moment passes before panic starts to slowly creep in. you're slumped over, sitting on the floor, in a low cage that could fit no more than two sitting people. the large gaps between the bars tease you by being just a little too small.
beyond your confines you see that the room is littered with different workspaces. really the only things that are easily disernable are the numerous meat hooks that hang from the ceiling, illuminated by the small windows. and, of course, your friend tied up....no, bolted to the table. your heart aches listening to his rapid breaths and desperate struggling sounds. exactly what are you about to witness here?
suddenly, fast heavy footsteps begin hastily approaching the room your in. the door slams open and a familiar large figure enters. it's that same guy who hauled you and your friends into this horror house. that power-crazed 'cop' had called him tommy, you recall rather clearly how he'd yelled out "tommy get your ass over here!" shortly before you'd lost conciousness.
his tall and bulky frame steps into closer into view, making the leather mask that covers the lower half of his face visible. the mask looks sturdy, but quite messily thrown together. all you can see are his eyes, judging by which, his focus is on the poor man on the table, who's now begun hyperventilating. thomas paces in front of the table, looking over the incapacitated man for a moment, before grabbing a knife and a pair of scissors from a close-by shelf.
he uses the scissors to cut open your friend's shirt with rather delicate movements, while the man thrashes around wildly like a caged animal. a sense of urgency overcomes you when tommy grabs the knife and presses it to your friend's skin. without thinking before you do, you call out "tommy!" as gently as you can. thomas' body freezes up, yet his head snaps toward you, seems he's suprised you're awake.
you whisper out a few more quiet "hey"s as tommy turns his body more towards you. for a moment, the room falls silent, even your loud-mouthed friend quiets down.
"heyy tommy...", goddamn, he's huge, and it's not just cause of your low point of view either.
"come on, tommy, y-you know you don't wanna to hurt us..", you're not one to scare easy, but it's hard to keep your composure when under his the full attention like this.
"you don't gotta do what that old man says, he can't hurt you," you muster up anything you feel might win his favor, and judging by the softened look in his eyes, it seems to be working.
"cmon, come closer," you beckon him closer, hoping to get him away from the make-shift torture table.
thomas steps closer to your enclosure, and causiously kneels down in front of you, as if you were the dangerous one out of the the two of you. in turn, you shift your body as much closer to his as the cramped space will allow.
unsure of what to do, now that you're face-to-face with your captor.you tenatively reach a hand through the bars. tommy recoils slightly, for a moment you fear you may've broken him from his entranced state. you hand remains in the air and your next question comes naturally, "may i... touch, your mask?"
tommy simply keeps still and looks at you all wide-eyed, and submissive. you take the hint and gently begin to trace over the jagged edges of the sown leather. you feel him exhale against your hand. he seemed positively exhilarated from the gentle touch, you'd think this was his first time expiriencing real kindness. little did you know you'd be right.
"you can be better than hi—"
"get the hell away from them you son of a bitch!," seems like the sight of a masked murderer leaning closer to you was too much for your companion to handle. fucking idiot.
thomas suddely becomes enranged at the stupid rude interuption, quickly turning on his heels and grabbing a chainsaw from the top of a near-by box. he hastily starts up the blood-stained weapon, and in a split second the room is noisier than ever. groans from tommy, your pleas for thomas to calm down that quickly become scared gasps and rapid breaths, the angry grinding of chainsaw against bone, and of course, your companion's screams of agony.
with blood splattered all over him, tommy pulles the chainsaw from the ground-up chest with a disgusting wet squletch sound. the whirling of the gore-covered weapon died down. a few tears cannot be kept from falling from your eyes, a few choked sobs manage to escape your throat.
with the distraction dealt with, thomas heaves the chainsaw back to its original place. tommy drops to his knees on the ground in front of you and continues bashfully and expectantly looking at you, expecting you to continue your kind words as if he hadn't just slaughtered a man in front of you.
you do your best to calm your shaking and resist the urge to simply close your eyes and disociate. you feel like you may just throwing up from nerves and the fowl smell already pervading the room.
with both flight and fight unavailable to you, only negotiation remains. you would plead for your life but your gut tells you that it won't help.
you lift your gaze to find thomas' hulking figure still kneeling before you, except now he's closer than he was before. his breathing seems inconsistent as he looks at you with the neediest, most eager look in his eyes.
cautiously, you lift your hand through the bars once more. as soon as your wrist breaches the bars tommy quickly grabs your wrist and pulls your hand to his face. he presses it against his cheek himself, keeping your palm firmly in place with both his hands, one of his hands over yours as he nuzzles into your touch. he closes his piercimg eyes for a moment to savor the feeling, giving you the chance to notice the blood that's now smeared against your fingers. his blood.
god... what have you gotten yourself into?
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got inspired after i rewatched the movie...god lord he is hot
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skylarsblue · 1 year
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Hi could you do the slashers with a yandere s/o who also happens to kinda brutally kill people? Thanks 😊
(This is the ask where I wrote like, 500 words, and then it deleted itself. The audacity. Also, fun fact, when I redid this it refused to save. So I had to go through and copy/paste everything. I barely managed to do it all before the site crashed again. I might do more of these later on, but for now, I'm only gonna do four of them.) Trigger Warning; Descriptions of murder, blood, & gore, kidnapping(mentioned), stalking(implied) Unhealthy relationships and an unstable (Gender Neutral) Y/N. Barely proofread.
Ghostface; Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson (A sweet-faced & doting lover; A House Spouse)
Danny had been stressed out of his mind. More so than usual. Combinations of his day job and his "passion project" were intense enough most days, tiring but manageable for his twisted mind. Though recently, a new variable had made it increasingly more difficult. Trying to keep his hobby a secret was easy when he wasn't close to anyone, being overly cynical and critical of others made it easy to keep himself socially isolated. Keeping appearances without risk. However, conflict arose when he met someone he genuinely enjoyed the company of. You.
Danny had managed to go years without this kind of outcome. And yet, here he was, straining himself more than usual to try and keep face. All you had done was move across the street. He'd done his usual sleuthing, played his All-American mask, charmed his way into your home. It was meant to be the same thing as before. Yet somehow, against all kinds of barriers and obstacles, you'd wormed his way into his psyche and stuck there. He knew he was fucked when his thoughts would drift off in the middle of writing articles. Especially when his beloved cat decided you were good enough to like. Months of late-night talks on his lawn chairs or inviting him over for coffee and something you had baked. He mentally berated himself for liking your cooking so much. He'd even opened up to you slightly. Complaining about the woman who wouldn't take no for an answer at his job, how it gave him headaches. The way you portrayed yourself would work so well with Jed. Polite, a bit playful, helpful. It almost made Danny jealous, of himself no less. It felt ridiculous and added a tremendous amount of strife to keep you from seeing anything incriminating. He found himself exhausted as he parked in front of his house, rolling his neck, allowing it to crack loudly. The brunet huffed and took a quick glance at your home. He stopped when he noted something…off. Danny knew your schedule to a T, even if it was a bit sporadic sometimes. The typical times you woke up, what you tended to have for breakfast, hell, he knew how you did your laundry. So seeing all the lights off, curtains drawn so tightly, it sent his nerves alight. Curiosity mingling with…worry? "God, I'm pathetic." Danny huffed as he made his way over to your home. He knew every exit, every lock, every shaky window. Your front door being locked didn't deter him at all. It felt odd doing this in his work clothes, however. With skill and practice, he jumped over your small fence and approached the side door that lead into the garage. Its lock was old and rusty, easy to jiggle out of place. The man let himself in. There wasn't a sound he could discern, no TV or kitchen noises. He shook off the idea that he was concerned for you and chalked it up to only being perplexed by the sudden change in your behavior. Even spaced steps lead him to the door that went from the garage to the main portion of your home, as he walked in silently, he could faintly pick out your humming. He carefully stepped down the hallway toward the sound, seemingly from the kitchen. The closer he got the more he could smell the heavy, chemical scent of bleach and peroxide. Turning a corner revealed the only light on in your home was the small light above your sink. One you essentially never used. For once, Danny showed a bit of apprehension as he went to the doorway to your kitchen. His breath hitched at the sight. A half-cleaned scene of carnage. Blood stained the tile and a few spots on the wall. Some spots were pink and streaked, clearly wiped over. Two bottles of bleach sat on your counter. Where he often had morning discussions with you. Caramel brown eyes looked to the corner where a body lay on trash bags. His coworker, the one he'd complained about. Stabbed so many times her torso barely resembled a body anymore. He tore his eyes from the corpse and finally looked at you. Sat on the floor, pleasantly humming a song he'd shown you from a high school mixtape, back turned to him. Wiping up a plethora of blood from your floor. Dressed in one of the aprons he, almost shamefully, had fantasized you in with nothing underneath.
It took you going to dip the rag in a blood-water bucket for you to notice him. There wasn't a moment of fear or panic. He watched you gasp and then smile sweetly, standing up. "Jed! I didn't know you were coming. I would've cleaned up faster." You said, stepping closer with an aura of peace & joy. Danny looked down at your face. Blown out pupils, a gentle gaze, he could practically hear your pulse. He glanced at the body in the corner. "Oh, right." You speaking made him look back to you. "I know you complained about her, and she was already upsetting me, so I figured I could get rid of her. You already work so hard. She shouldn't be making it any worse." Your explanation was affectionate. As if you'd done him a service… And indeed you had.
"So that's why you were busy today…" Danny smiled, allowing himself to tuck you closer by the waist. He felt bubbling pride at the way you didn't hesitate to melt. "You did a wonderful job, you know that? How about I help you clean up?" He asked softly.
"Then I can reward you."
Leatherface; Thomas Hewitt (A rough-edged soft-souled partner. A protector.)
The Hewitt family was always seen as odd in the tiny town of Fuller. Luda Mae was known as a hardass and Monty certainly seemed a bit off his rocker. Charlie was seen as a jack-ass, pretty rightfully so. But the member of that family that was most rumored about, most insulted, and most disputed? Thomas Hewitt. The baby pulled out of the trash. Luda swore he was her son and would go through hell to defend him. Anyone in Fuller who knew who Thomas was had an opinion, just about every single one of them was negative. It seemed that it was just his existence to be called ugly and stupid for the rest of his life. It got a bit better when he was pulled from school at age fourteen, but the rare time that the family needed to head into town, he could hear the muttering. However, unbeknownst to Thomas, for the longest time, there was one resident who didn't view him that way. Even when you never approached him, your opinion had never changed. You'd viewed Thomas from afar for the longest time. Usually in class when you two were younger. It crushed you when he suddenly stopped showing up. You hadn't forgotten him once despite having yet to see him again. He often plagued your thoughts, even now as a young adult, working for your family. It was easier to do than trying to get a job anywhere else. Cleaning the little shop run by your father now took up a large portion of your time. The world seemed pretty dull. Keeping to yourself and day dreaming about the boy you'd never had the confidence to approach as a child.
And then, like the heavens opened up to hear you, a somewhat familiar woman wandered into the store. Ms.Hewitt. You didn't approach her right away, simply listening to her discuss what she needed from your father. You winced when your father demanded more money. Followed by Luda asking for a favor, it was all the money she had. "I'll cover the rest." You said, setting the broom against the service counter. Luda Mae blinked in awe at the sudden act of kindness and you brushed off your father's arguments. "Just give this woman the food crates, pa. It's not like they're sellin' extra well anyway." You retorted, setting some money in the register before turning to get the cart that held said crates from the back. Luda Mae found herself smiling, though it wasn't very wide, it wasn't any less genuine. "So, how we gettin' these into your truck, Ms.Hewitt?" You asked as you dragged the cart out the door. "Oh, I brought my boy Tommy. He can handle it." She explained. Unbeknownst to her, your heart began to soar.
It was then that you watched the long-lost muse to your dreams get out of the truck. He'd grown so much. At least 6'4" now, if not taller. You swallowed as you watched him saunter over, a mask covering his face. He took only a second to glance at your face before he looked down, almost ashamed. "Well, he seems like he can handle the heavy lifting, that's for sure." You commented almost playfully. It made Thomas's attention flick for a moment. "That he can." Luda replied. Finally, after years, you managed to look Thomas in the eye and give him a smile. Something you used to be so fearful of. "Nice to see you doin' well, Tommy. Missed you when ya left school." You were confident he wouldn't really remember you. Even if he had noticed the quiet kid at the back of the class, your newfound confidence almost made you seem like a new person. Still, you felt the words needed to be said.
That day made such a difference. Luda remembered you and anytime she had to make a run to town, with Thomas or not, she'd make sure to clue you in on the family happenings. News about Thomas especially. Never before had someone regarded her son with such kindness, and she was intending to try and keep it. Naturally, word got around Fuller, and you became subject to some public ridicule. Much to your father's annoyance. He took his reputation very seriously, so hearing you had been heading out to the Hewitt house didn't go over well. But, as an adult, he couldn't force you anywhere. You remained there even when Fuller's population began dwindling. Staying in the tiny house about a mile from the Hewitt home despite your family's arguing.
And when the meat plant went out of business, Thomas and Luda were insistent that "Hoyt's" idea stay in the family. That not a word of it reached you. Lest you see Thomas as a monster like everyone else. Charlie & Monty didn't care for you. Harshly opinionated and far from submissive, but Luda refused to get rid of the only person that regarded her precious Tommy with such adoration. And then one day, you showed up unexpectedly, with some canned produce you felt they could use. Staying longer than the family wanted you to. You were about to ask where Thomas was when rapid footsteps and a scream resounded from the basement. Naturally, you turned to look. A bloodied woman arising from the steps and the rev of a chainsaw. Luda felt her heart sink at what you seeing this meant, Hoyt silently rejoiced that this meant he could get rid of you. Thomas was caught off guard by the sight of you, and it gave the fleeing woman ample time to jab him in the thigh with a screwdriver.
"Damnit boy! Pay attention!" Hoyt demanded as the girl went running again. There was nothing in the way of the front door, nearly home free. Bleeding, panicked, but all she had to do was run. She'd be home free.
The sound of something swinging, a blade colliding with bone and tissue, a choking-bubbling sound, and the dripping of blood on wood floor. The house fell oddly silent as the Hewitt family looked at you. Holding an axe grabbed off the wall, the rusted blade implanted deep in the woman's skull, face rather blank. You glanced up at Thomas, then his thigh. With a gasp, you let the body drop and rushed over, disregarding the blood on his hands and the chainsaw he held. "Tommy! Goodness, that's got to hurt like hell! Here, sit down, we need to get that out and disinfected. I don't want you gettin' sick." You insisted, gently pushing him to sit in a dining room chair. Not leaving any time for the family to process what they'd watched you do as you doted over Thomas. Said man however watched you with wide eyes, some of it shock, but so much of it adoration. He'd been so afraid that you'd flee from him if you ever saw what he was doing. Yet you didn't hesitate to keep his family safe and care for him. You pecked his cheek as you got the first aid kit, his breath stuttered in response. "If you're gonna be gettin' your food this way, you're gonna need to be more careful, Tommy. I don't want to see a single drifter put their dirty hands on you again." You said as you held his face tenderly. Whether Monty or Hoyt liked it, you were very clearly staying.
The Shape; Michael Myers (A childhood friend, loyal follower. An Accomplice)
When you arrived in Haddonfield as a kid, the last thing you wanted to do was make friends as your parents so insisted. You'd moved so much and every time you were always rejected by your peers. Then your mother forced you to meet the neighbor's son. A small blond boy, only a year older, with blue eyes so dark they resembled the ocean's abyss. He was offputting and quite frankly rude. Always so blunt the few times he'd spoken. Yet somehow, the universe seemed to shove you two together more and more. Much to your dismay, you found you had far more in common with the boy than you had with anyone else. So you allowed yourself to tolerate him.
Then, with things like bullies, your mother's pressure to live up to her standards, and then your father's growing absence? He seemed to be the only thing stable enough to keep you above water. Finding it easier to cling to him, despite his growing behaviors that clearly caused concern. Overlooking things like pictures of dead animals and ultimately the admission he'd thought of killing someone. It broke you apart the Halloween he finally decided to do it. Having him dragged away from you in a cop's car, sanctioned away from society for over a decade. Not once would your mother allow you to find him, even forced you to leave Haddonfield's safety. The first town you ever genuinely settled in.
Michael's presence remained a key fixture in your life well into adulthood. Never straying from the idea that he'd come back to you. Leading you back to Haddonfield, leading a bland life, a lonesome one. Why bother knowing anyone else when they weren't him?
And then Halloween came once again. Immediately followed by bloodshed, life broadcasts of new bodies being found, the ramblings of a doctor swearing he knew who was behind it all. You'd been out at the time. Leaving a job's late shift, weaving past giddy children on the sidewalk. You loved Halloween and it always ached to experience it alone again. It was when you turned to take a shortcut that you felt the weight of a stare fall on your shoulders. One so oddly familiar and distinct. Turning revealed an impossibly tall man, broad shoulders, dressed in a stained mechanic's suit and a white mask. A bloodied knife in his hands. Fight or flight arose, steadying yourself to run, only for something particular to catch your eye. His knife. A large switchblade with a decorated handle, blue and black. One that used to settle in the hands of your best friend. "Michael?" You uttered under your breath.
He staggered when you unconsciously rose your bracelet. As if to rest if he'd remember it. And it worked, he didn't kill you. Though he certainly wasn't the Michael he was when you were kids, it didn't matter in the slightest. Despite every change, enough stayed the same to ignite the flame in your chest. You snuck him into your home, patched up wounds, and scrubbed away evidence. Managing to keep him safe under your roof even as he continued his rampage. You knew fully what he was doing. You didn't care. Not when you, out of all the people he'd killed mercilessly, you were the one allowed to wash his hair. Make him food, clean his suit, sharpen his knife. He allowed you to see his unmasked face, lean into his side with a movie playing, see the faint playful side that he swore he lost long ago.
But he was on the run, and with the continued homicides, people were bound to go poking around. One of them being a rather snoopy neighbor, a man who'd shown interest in your aloof nature. Mysterious, as he called it. He was pushy and never seemed to take a hint or a no. Hence how why he ended up in your house, allowing himself in despite your attempt to stop him at the door. Ruining a perfect night with Michael.
"You need to leave." You insisted again, gritted teeth and burning anger. "Oh relax, I'm just checking in on you! There's been a maniac going around stabbing people, you live all alone. Don't you want someone around to protect you?" It was more a statement than a genuine question. You clenched your fists and ground your teeth together. Anxiety high. Michael was still in the house, if this idiot saw him, it could mean the end of your peaceful moments with the man you'd built a life around. "I don't need anything from you. Get out." You repeated. Your neighbor scoffed a little laugh. Turning around casually. "Man, it's almost like you want to get murdered..." His voice trailed off and his shoulders tensed as his gaze fell on the Shape. Standing at the end of the hall. Mask and all. Your blood pressure rose with your adrenaline as the realization settled over your neighbor. It all went so quickly. Michael took a step forward and your neighbor turned to run. You did the same, but not for the same reason. The fool neared the front door only to be stopped by what you held in your hand. Having cut him off via using your kitchen. His throat landed right into a sharpened blade kept on the counter from dinner. Your heartbeat filled your ears as life left the man's body, sliding off the knife and falling back on the floor, face now permanently locked in a state of fear. You stood with shaky breaths and a tight grip on the knife. Slowly rising your gaze to look at Michael who stood in front of you, taking in what you'd just done. There was no guilt. He watched you take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Mikey, can you get rid of him? Far from here? I can't have the cops seeing anything like this near you..." You asked, voice a saccharine whisper. Michael raised his chin slightly before stepping forward. Like the man weighed nothing, he picked the corpse up and hoisted it over his shoulder. Your posture relaxed and you graced him with a smile. "I'll have brownies for you when you get back." This didn't change anything. He'd still have a safe place with you. No one would take him, not again. Not ever again.
The Problem Child; Bo Sinclair (An unassuming face, sadistic urges. An Actor.)
Out of all three Sinclairs, Beauregard was the one that left the most for his own wants. Lester had to leave for his job daily, but it was rare to catch him strolling through the neighboring cities just to enjoy himself. And of course, Vincent never left. Bo liked to stay in Ambrose but every once in and while it got stuffy. So heading off to a bar or small diner was what he usually did. A small moment to himself to enjoy himself. It was there that he met you. A new bartender at a small biker bar. With a shiny smile and a good sense of humor, he didn't see any reason he couldn't indulge in a bit of conversation with you. Turning up his charm and dusting away his secretive sadism. Of course, he was a little surprised when one day you wandered into town. He didn't notice until you entered his shop. He left the garage and saw you perched up on the counter, flipping through a magazine he knew he had hidden in his truck. Then again, he bought it in an average corner store, you could've just bought one of the same copy. You glanced up and gave him a smile. "Pleasure seein' you again, stranger. How's business been?" You asked charmingly. You didn't allow him to answer though. "Pretty slow probably, last person to come by was two weeks ago, yeah?" Bo blinked at the comment. It was true, but how you'd known that was beyond him. He shook it off as a fluke. "Yeah, you need somethin' done, sweetheart?" He questioned. You nodded. "Oil check and a new set of front tires. Weirdest thing happened, looks like someone jabbed at them. Crazy huh?" You replied. Bo swallowed and nodded. He mumbled something about you bringing your car around, a bit of a struggle with such low air in the back tires but you managed fine. Bo went into raising your car. He wasn't entirely sure why he was keeping up like he was actually going to fix your car. You were alone, it would've been easy to just deal with you now. Though, he supposed it wouldn't hurt keeping you alive a little longer. You were good with conversation. So, you made yourself comfortable seated on one of the tables in his garage. You kept up a conversation while flipping through that magazine, little mutterings about things that had been happening since he last showed up at the bar. As Bo went to take off your tires, propping the car up off the ground, you began speaking about the wax museum.
"It's really impressive, yeah? The entire building is wax. Not to mention in this heat? Your brother's got to be stressed trying to maintain it." You said. Bo paused and his shoulders tensed. He glanced behind him. "Pardon?" He asked, a suspicious glare falling over his face. You looked up from the crinkled pages with a calm smile. "Vincent's his name yeah? You two make quite the impressive duo, really. Gotta say though. I think your methods are a bit more favorable. Maybe that's just the gun though. Y'all been hurtin' for bases though. You can't seem to keep'em, huh? Just last week you had this pretty lil' red head so close to comin' home with ya." Your jovial tone and calm smile sent Bo on edge. Something rather difficult to do. His fist clenched around the X-wrench he held, patiently waiting for you to finish so he could just...whack you? Probably a poor plan but it was the best he had. "Honestly, I was surprised. But can't say I wasn't a lil' happy when she marched her happy ass away from you. Playin' hard to get and all? Annoying, right? Especially when I'm sure your brother could use her as a, hm, maybe a nun in the church? Or do you think she'd fit better as a cashier in the boutique?" You leaned forward a bit. Bo's eyebrow raised and his grip on the tool loosened a bit. Now more curious than on edge. You hummed at his lack of verbal response. Just then, a sound signaled from the back of your car, making Bo's gaze snap to it. He then glanced back at you with shock. You merely shrugged. "Eh, I'm sure you two can figure it out." Bo didn't respond to you as he popped the trunk. Barely conscious and bound, the redhead he'd failed to lure back to town. He looked back at you again as you picked up the magazine. "Oh, and by the way? The lock on your truck is a bit shotty on the back left door. Might wanna work on that." You added cheekily. After a moment to process everything that had just been laid out, Bo gave a little amused huff. He shut the trunk of your car and shook his head. "Darlin', you seem a bit off your rocker." He spoke. "Crazy even." You threw your hands up in mock surrender. "Only for you, big guy.~" The edge to your tone made his blood burn. He sighed and adjusted his hat. "Well if that's the case, maybe I can talk my brother into keepin' ya. After all, you've been a big help" He smirked at the way your pupils expanded. Bo was a playboy, he'd been able to charm just about anyone he wanted. But the crazier the person, the more fun it was.
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ominoose · 2 years
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𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞 - 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧
Featuring: Amanda Young, Thomas Hewitt, Lester Sinclair, Pyramid Head. RZ Michael Myers TW’s: Yandere themes, Unhealthy Relationships Tried to accurately pin a slasher to each of the 5 types of love language! Was not easy!
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𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠
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❥ Words of Affirmation
+ “I believe in you.”, “I have your back. No one else will, but you can trust me to have it.”, “You’re everything to me.”
+ Amanda hammers home her devotion to you intentionally and as much as she can. She will not allow any room for doubt in your mind of her feelings, the pressure it puts you under to return the same level of loyalty is an added and calculated bonus.
+ She won’t just speak her love to you, she’ll plaster it everywhere you look. Notes will be hidden around the places you frequent, under the table you usually sit at in your favourite café, in your car, in your purse, in your drawers. Not only does she want you to thread her infatuation into your daily routine, she wants you to know how close of an eye she keeps on you. Every habit, everything you do, she knows.
+ Text messages from random numbers will start lighting up your phone more and more often, several times a day. Amanda has your number memorised and likes to send you texts from her numerous burner phones, either reminding you how much she loves you, or how pretty you looked at your doctor's appointment. It's another way for her to signal she’s keeping tabs on you, romanticising it enough that you won’t fight back too much.
𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭
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❥ Acts of Service
+ Thomas’s worth to the world is based on the work he does. In his eyes, he doesn’t have the looks, doesn’t have much of a voice and his expressions are mostly covered by his masks. The only way he can convey himself is with his body, so that is exactly what he does.
+ You won’t be allowed to lift a finger, literally. Anything you need done or want to do, Thomas is already doing it. Whether it's helping with a chore, fixing your slanted bookcase or sewing up the tears in your clothes, you won’t be given a choice in doing anything for yourself. It ends with you being powerless and losing most of your autonomy as he takes over doing everything for you and forcing you to rely on him.
+ He isn’t entirely conscious of what he’s doing, but when you start giving up on doing basic things on your own and ask him for help instead, he enjoys the feeling and lays it on thicker. He used to lay an outfit for you every now and again when you slept in, but now you wake up to it each day, only wearing what he wants. When you want to run a bath, Thomas shoos you from the bathroom and insists on doing it, but in his own time. You’ll end up having to tug at his sleeve several hours later, asking him when you can take that bath, looking up at him pleadingly and Thomas is drunk on the feelings of love and control you’ve accidentally handed to him.
+ As it goes on, his acts of service will have taken over most of your life. You can cook and do one or two chores under the supervision of Luda Mae, you can sew if Thomas joins you, you might even be able to take a bath alone if Thomas is busy (granted he sets it up first), but outside of that, you’ll be completely at the mercy of Thomas.
𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫
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❥ Physical Touch
+ Lester can stutter with his words a bit, his feelings for you are so strong his mouth can’t quite convey it, so he lets his body take over.
+ You end up being tugged around a lot, red marks permanently outlining your wrist, arm and neck from him pulling you towards him for a hug, a kiss, to sit closer to him or to simply be by his side. Sometimes he does it to grab your attention, jerking you suddenly and pointing at a deer or roadkill, wanting to get a smile or amused expression from you.
+ His hands will regularly explore your body. His experience with women has been just looking at them, and now he has you he needs to show you exactly what that means to him. If there is a particular part of you he loves, his hand will rest on it, stroking it or squeezing it when he gets the chance, he’s almost never still if it means he gets to touch you.
+ Surprise kisses and hugs happen almost every time your back is to him. In his mind, it's a way of showing you he’s thinking of you even when you aren’t right next to each other or face to face. This can result in bruised lips and sore ribs, he gets so excitable and caught up in how much he loves you that he won’t take the time to be careful, especially when he realises he likes you marked. Surprise hickeys soon become even more common. If you ever show slight exasperation over the attention, he’ll double down on it, expecting you to get used to it forcefully.
𝐏𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝
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❥ Quality Time
+ He can’t talk, doesn’t have the time to write or give you a massage. Your presence is enough to drive him into a state of complete infatuation, so his should be enough for you.
+ When he feels you’ve been apart from him for too long, whenever your body language seems downtrodden, you’ll be dragged behind him to a dark and damp room to be pulled into his lap and sit for hours on end. If he’s feeling charitable, he’ll stroke your hair and rub your back slowly, and you’ll be expected to curl into his chest.
+ If he doesn’t have the time to sit, then you’ll just have to tag along with him. His scarred hand will keep an iron grip on your own, not letting go once. If you can’t keep pace with him, he’ll tug you and pull you up if you trip, while keeping a forward march. Pyramid Head doesn’t have much patience if you’re consistently lagging behind, meaning you’ll either be left behind wherever he’s dragged you to or thrown over his shoulder.
+ He’ll be extremely offended if you interrupt the quality time, suggest something else or ask to get up. Without warning, you’ll be shoved off with force, and he’ll disappear for days or weeks at a time. You’ll hear him around, sense his presence, but until you beg on your knees and acknowledge your wrongdoing, you’ll be alone. When you beg hard enough, he’s there in front of you, pulling you into him for as long as he desires. It's your only comfort and safe space in a place of constant threat, in the end, you have to come to like it.
𝐑𝐙 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐌𝐲𝐞𝐫𝐬
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❥ Gift Giving
+ He can’t remember much about relationships, knowing nothing about a healthy one. Michaels sees how men act with their partners, each couple is different but few things are the same. The way the significant other lights up over a gift, the way an item ends all arguments, that was always a common act in relationships.
+ It starts with whatever he pulls off his victims. Necklaces, clothes, phones, shoes, teddies, he’ll come home in blood and gore with something new clutched tightly in his hand, held out for you to take. The frequency of the gifts quickly increases when he sees you smile at them, thanking him for thinking of you and gushing over how sweet it was. Now every night he comes home with something new.
+ As your relationship deepens with him, he realises you deserve more than the trinkets of the dead, so he makes you a mask. He paints it in your favourite colours, spending hours on it and not letting you into the room until it was done. When he held it out to you, you were touched, but he wouldn’t let you hold it. Michael places it gently over your head until it covers your face, tilting his head at you and taking you in. He loves what he sees. You have to take it off eventually, but expect the cold shoulder when you do. In his eyes, that must mean you don’t like it, so he’ll make you more and more.
+ When you run out of room, or when you aren’t as entirely enthusiastic about the 50th gift as you were at the 1st, he’s in a huff. The gifts should be good enough for you, if you aren’t excited about the effort he’s putting forth then it's a reflection of how you feel towards him. He takes the gift back and slams it into the bin, going up to your room and throwing around any recent gift you’ve gotten. When he’s done, the room is a mess of tattered clothing and broken bracelets. It’ll take you salvaging and actively wearing what you have left to soothe him, and the gifts start rolling in.
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pinkslashersimp · 2 years
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Can I request the slashers for a reader with an oral fixation like they’ll just put shit in their mouth all the time? Thank you have a lovely day
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Hello! Coming out of my long haitus to answer some requests and im starting with u, u lucky little so'n'so ;) and thank u so much! u have a lovely day too:)
This will be a SFW fic, i don't write for NSFW for anybody clicking hoping for oral</3 there will be a little suggestiveness but thats it
I hope i'm getting ur request right here, I have autism and often chew on things as a way to stim or calm myself from a meltdown, so that will wheedle its way in here a bit x
TW: mention-ish of germs? Michael gets a little suggestive but again nothing NSFW i don’t write for that. Some of the slashers being a little confused and trying to ‘experiment’ to see what you’ll chew on or put in your mouth
If anything on this list triggers you please scroll and take care of yourself 🤍
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Slashers x GN!reader with an oral fixation(SFW)💗🌷
Jason Voorhees
‘*shyly watches from afar*’
Definitely confuses him, but he really enjoys observing you and seeing how your behaviour changes by day, so he won’t say anything (not that he really can anyway)
After a while he starts bringing random objects up to your mouth to see if you’ll chew on them. Which confuses and worries you greatly
Definitely develops this habit after watching you do it
He does worry quite a bit that perhaps something small will become dislodged and you’ll choke, so he becomes much clingier after discovering this fixation
OG michael myers
‘What the fuck?’
Like Jason, the first time you do this Michael will stand and watch. Only he wont do it from afar. He’ll be much, much, much to close to your personal bubble.
Like he usually is. 
After about, say, a week of watching you from afar place a random article of things in your mouth and chew or suck them without much care, he decides to try something. 
Michael approaches you one day whilst you’re sat watching TV, mouth completely absent of your usual chewing devices. With one hand, he gently but firmly grips your chin and brings your face to meet his. And with the other, he lifts his fingers up towards your mouth 
Obviously you’re completely confused by this, oblivious to the fact Michael has been shadowing you, and gently pull away from his grip.
Only for him to lean toward you and gently push his fingers into your mouth, refusing to break eye contact
Which is when it finally clicks for you. 
Michael you nasty bastard 
RZ Michael Myers
‘*silent and confused head tilt*’
Stares at u until u catch him and have to explain why you’re sitting there quietly with the end of your hairbrush in your mouth, instead of styling your hair with it like you said you would
Completely forgets this behaviour like a day after this incident happens, it’s only when he’s making another mask he wants to try something
Michael grabs one of the (clean) paintbrushes he’s been using for papier mache and places it on the armchair of the sofa, waiting for you to sit down and relax
And you pick it up. And place it in your mouth. Whilst he watches, completely baffled
It takes you about five minutes to realise you’ve been sitting with a paintbrush in your mouth, five seconds to realise how it got there, and two seconds to turn around and notice michael silently stood in the doorway
Bubba Sawyer
‘!!!!! Don’t put that in your mouth!!!!’
Instant panic mode, the Sawyers do not live in a well sanitised or clean home, there’s chickens almost everywhere, bones, and bodies!
Instantly grabs your hands and whatever object you were putting in your mouth and pulls them away, expressing his concern in the best way he can. Shaking his head repeatedly and pointing to said object
Does this pretty much anytime he notices you absentmindedly placing something in your mouth and chewing without thought 
Take! It! Out!
You’ll have to sit and explain to him its just something you like to do, its comforting and nice as well as stimulating. 
This understanding certaintly calms his nerves a bit, so he begins taking note of the different gadgets you chew on. 
Pens, pencils, your own fingers at times
Bubba will drag you away to the sink to wash your hands and whatever device you need to chew upon before you place it in your mouth 
Poor man doesn’t want you getting sick
Thomas Hewitt
‘???? darling please, wash your hands first....’
The Hewitt house is much much much filthier than the Sawyers house, and much like Bubba, it worries Thomas greatly when you begin picking shit up and placing it in your mouth.
The first time he catches you doing it he (gently…) grabs your wrist and yanks it out your mouth, looking at you as if you were crazy
Why??? Why are you doing this???? People have died next to that??? don’t put it in your mouth wtf???
Staring back at him confused, you apologise and explain its just a fixation and you weren’t doing it for any ‘weird’ reason at all
Definitely tries putting his fingers in ur mouth like Michael. but only to see if you’ll chomp down on them
Gets Luda Mae to make ‘chicken’ wings for dinner to see if you’ll eat them like a normal person when engaged in conversation or to see if you’ll just put them in ur mouth and chew on them blankly
Is, for some reason, surprised when you eat them like a normal person
Harry Warden
Finds it very cute
You like putting stuff in ur mouth honey???:) how adorable
Will sometimes just stare at you when you’re doing it for no reason. Which, to be honest, becomes kinda creepy after five minutes.
Especially when you’re both supposed to be watching TV and cuddling together, and the entire time he’s just been staring into your soul
Definitely the type to buy you some chewelry so you’ll have something personal (and stylish) to put in ur mouth instead of whatever’s around
Tiffany Ray
“What’re you thinking about sweetie?”
She does it too. Sort of.
Laughs at what she calls “your cute little quirk” and says she understands because she chews her pens when she needs to write something down, or enjoys sucking on lollipops
You have to explain to her it’s a fixation and not a habit, to which she lets out a “Ooooh!!”
Like Harry, she’s definitely the type to buy you chewelry. Except she’s very precise about it, wanting the colour and shape to match with whatever theme you both wear (because lets face it, she wants you to match with her)
Would absolutely never judge you for anything shes so kind
“Just don’t go getting saliva on my pens, yeah?”
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6lostgirl6 · 1 year
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Slasher Masterlist
OG!Michael Myers 
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RZ!Michael Myers
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Jason Voorhees
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Thomas Hewitt
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Brahms Heelshire 
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Ghostface [Billy and Stu]
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Bo Sinclair 
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Vincent Sinclair
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Lester Sinclair
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Tom Hanniger/Harry Warden
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samyour-goodboy0 · 2 months
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sᴏᴏᴏ~!♡♡
ɪ ʙᴇᴇɴ sᴇᴇɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘɪᴛᴄʜғᴏʀᴋ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡᴀs ʟɪᴋᴇ ɴᴏ ᴏɴᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡs ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ 😭
ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʟᴀsʜᴇʀ ɪᴛ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴠ ᴄʜᴀʀᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ ʜᴇ sᴏ ʜᴏᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɢ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜɪᴍ "ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴏʀʀʏ ʙᴀʙʏ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ~"
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yanslashing · 2 months
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INTRODUCTION & OPEN REQUESTS
REQUEST STATUS: OPEN!
hello there! welcome to my blog! i used to own a slasher writing blog a while back (if yall remember a slasher lover & writer named clown, that was me!) but unfortunately lost the login. ive decoded to start writing again!
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- name/alias: clown/salem
- he/him pronouns.
- 20 years old & in university
- transmasculine & queer
WHO'S ON THE MENU?
- indigenous and disabled author
- my fav to write for is will and hannibal <3
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- hannibal lecter (both SOTL and NBC)
- will graham (NBC)
- jason voorhees
- michael myers
- billy loomis
- stu macher
- charles lee ray
- tiffany valentine
- bubba sawyer
- thomas hewitt
- brahms heelshire
- feel free to ask for those not on the list too! theres more I'm happy to write for, just can't think of everyone at the moment
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RULES
I WILL WRITE...
- smut/suggestive
-yandere! thats what this blog is mostly for
- dark/horror content
- any sort of mental health condition
- both femme and masc readers! unless specified the reader will remain gender neutral
- most kinks
- polyamorous or love triangles
- platonic yanderes
I WON'T WRITE...
- certain kinks (such as CNC, ddlg/cgl, anything that sexualizes age regression, anything with bodily fluids aside from blood or cum lol)
- r*pe/extreme violence to the reader
- proship content/underage reader
- anything homophobic, racist, etc
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thanks for reading! i love any and all requests <3
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bella-goths-wife · 1 year
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Parent slashers catching teen reader sneaking out
This is just a quick funny one since I’ve not posted about slashers in a while! :)
Michael Myers
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You were trying to sneak out to a party when you looked down the stairs and saw your father standing there looking at you (picture above is exactly how I imagine it)
Michael Myers is not happy
He goes away for weeks in end and you choose the night that he is home to sneak out?
He thought he had a smart kid
He just gives you a stern look and stands in front of the door
This caused you to slowly back up the stairs and back into your room all while facing him because you were afraid to turn your back on your serial killer father when he’s in ‘strict mode’
Michael makes sure to guard your door in case your stupid enough to try again
If you did open your door in the night you’d come chest to face with your father with his arms crossed and a stern look still on his face
Bo Sinclair
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Bo would notice you trying to sneak out and would let you
But you better be prepared for him to sit in the chair with all the lights off and for him to slowly turn one lamp on when you get in the house before saying “and where have you been?”
He’s very passive aggressive about it
I think he’d sit in the dark for hours with no entertainment if it meant he could spook you when your sneaking back in
If you come back drunk then he’ll wait until the morning to question you, but it will also happen that he needs to vacuum your room, make a smoothie, wash clothes in the old noisy washing machine
Basically anything that will cause your hangover to be worse
Vincent Sinclair
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You were just on your way down the stairs when you saw Vincent at the bottom of them
He just looks at you like “wtf are you doing here”
You try and play it off like you needed water and he just looks at you like “you needed to get water in heels and a fur coat?”
He is not happy
He hates when you leave the house in the day, Nevermind for a party at night!!
You are grounded for two weeks and he sleeps in your bed with you that night to make sure you don’t go sneaking off again
He’ll also snitch to Bo so that you get your ass handed to you verbally since he can’t yell at you
Thomas Hewitt
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When he catches you, he doesn’t fully catch on to what your doing
So to get out of trouble, you convinced him that you missed your dad and you wanted to spend some time with him before he went to bed
So you both spend a few hours together and play games and you tell him how your doing in school
He thinks it’s one of the times he felt the proudest of his child
It’s not until the morning, when he tells Hoyt about it that he tells Thomas what was actually going on
He’s very hurt by this
He gives you a very disappointed look and grounds you
He then tells Luda may what you did so you could feel her wrath as a good punishment
You apologise to him and he forgives you, especially when he sees that Luda may put you on cleaning duty for 3 months
Asa Emory
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Asa already has your door booby trapped that goes off if you leave your room at certain times
To both keep you in and keep others out
So when he comes in with a knife in his hand and his other trying to keep his robe on, he didn’t expect to see you covered with the weighted net on you instead of an intruder
He makes you explain yourself while still in the embarrassing situation on being pinned to the ground with this net
He is furious
He screams at you for hours and threatens to take you to the hotel if you try this shit again
He also silent treatments you for a few days
Not to mention all the new secret locks he puts on your door when your at school
Tiffany Valentine
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She caught you trying to climb out of your window when she was coming to bring you your washed clothes
She’s not angry she’s just hurt
She’s hurt you didn’t trust her enough to just ask
If you had simply asked if you could go to a party she would have allowed it, hell she would have helped you pick an outfit and drove you
She’d also make sure you were in a safe environment
She sits you down and explains to you that if you’d have asked her she would have been fine with it and would have been able to make sure you were safe and happy
She grounds you for 2 weeks which quickly turns to 2 days when you give her puppy eyes
She just wants to make sure no one can hurt her sweet face
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smuthospital · 5 months
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Eek just thinking about thomas hewitt x kidnapped reader who gets pregnant after a non con night with him and thomas treating them right- like reader making a meal and thomas coming up behind them and having his big beefy arms absolutely encase reader and one hand completely encasing their belly djfnfnf
Here you go~
⭐️Thomas Hewit/ Leatherface x pregnant reader⭐️
Warning: Nothing but fluff (fem reader)
A feel weeks after you were kidnapped by the giant, Tommy, you woke up feeling sick. Unfortunately, you were chained to a pipe next to the bed, so you threw up all over the floor. Thomas heard your wretching and practically ripped the door off its hinges when he barged in. He immediately got down on all fours to help you up and clean your face with his hands, staring at you like you were dying in his arms. Concered whines escaped his throat as he cradled you. "I.. I dont feel...too good.." You mumble. His mother pears in from the doorway, and her face lights up. "Oh my heavens! A new Hewit! I better get my knitting needles out for a blanket!" She cheered as she walked in. Thomas looked between you and her in shock before looking down at your stomach. He was still for a few seconds before he hugged you...a bit too tightly. "Tommy...too tight!" You wheezed, and he immediately let go before nuzzling into your neck. A few weeks later, your tummy began to expand. Momma Hewit has had you helping around the house, training you to be a proper wife and mother. Thomas treats you like a queen. Washes you, clothes you, feeds you, he'd do anything for you. You're beginning to like him back, as much as it scares you. You're in the kitchen making stew when Thomas spots you from the hallway. He'd just finished chopping wood. You look like an angel. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You're wearing an apron that really shows off your cute little baby bump. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, surprising you. You jump a bit in shock and almost drop your wooden spoon. He rubs your tummy as a form of apology. You understand what he's trying to tell you more and more. His eyes crinkle in happiness as his hands encase your tummy, rubbing it affectionately. You smile softly and continue mixing the stew.
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The Slashers Lose S/O in an IKEA HCs
Yandere!Poly!Slashers x Fem!Short!Lost!Reader 
warning(s): slightly possessive undertones, mostly fluff, crackfic 
characters: thomas hewitt, stu macher, billy loomis, brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, vincent sinclair, lester sinclair, jason vorhees, michael myers
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- (Y/n) had been wanting to get some new furniture for the home they shared with her lovers, since most of their furniture was either too old or too broken to be comfortable to use.
- However, Billy and Stu wanted to tag along, as well as Brahms and Vincent, and soon nearly the whole group of them decided to tag along. (Y/n) did her best to convince them that not everyone needed to go, but none of them were budging.
- After getting most of them cleaned up and dressed relatively ‘normal’, they made it to IKEA, taking separate vehicles since there was no way in hell they all would fit in one.
- (Y/n) decided that they would get done faster if they split up, pairing up the slashers and sending them to different areas to help her look for the things they needed.
- Brahms and Vincent were paired up, as well as Billy and Stu, Bo and Lester, Thomas and Jason, and Michael had decided to stick with (Y/n). They all split up once they were paired up, some of the more clingy slashers complaining about Michael being the one to stay with (Y/n).
- Because the slashers were paired up with one another, they became pretty competitive and were determined to impress (Y/n) the most. If any of them saw another ‘team’, they would act very confident with what they had already picked out and would brag about how much (Y/n) would love what they got for her.
- (Y/n) had needed to use the bathroom after a while of shopping, so she asked Michael to wait for her to finish up before she left. Michael was doing a pretty good job of waiting for her, until he spotted Billy and Stu bickering with Bo and Lester. His curiosity made him forget what he had been doing, tilting his head as he walked over to see what was going on.
- Soon enough, (Y/n) managed to get lost in the large building, anxiety weighing in the back of her mind as she tried to find at least one of her giant boyfriends. When Michael realizes he lost sight of her, he immediately lets the others know, which in turn makes them panic, though most of them wouldn’t admit it.
- Any competition was long forgotten, their top priority being to find their small darling in such a big place. Billy and Stu would check the small food area, wondering if she had gotten hungry, while Brahms and Vincent checked the art area, knowing that she loved to look for new paintings to add to their big home.
- The group of murderers were starting to give up until Jason thought about how she had been talking a lot about getting a new stuffed animal lately, so he signed for the group to follow him, and with having nowhere else to look, they did. They managed to finally spot her sitting in a beanbag, holding a stuffed animal close to her chest as she seemed to glance around, hoping to find one of them by staying in one place.
- Brahms was the first one to run to her, wrapping his arms around her as he mumbled about how worried he had been, while the other slashers quickly joined them. Michael did his best to apologize for leaving her alone, which she accepted without a second thought. Thomas pressed a kiss to the top of her head, cupping her face as he checked her over to make sure she was actually okay.
- Once (Y/n) reassured all of them that she was genuinely alright, she decided that she had had enough action for one day, checking out the things they had gotten before leaving, and the slashers were more than happy to get (Y/n) the stuffed animal she had been holding while waiting for them.
- They finally made it home, most of them moving the new furniture into the house while those who weren’t helping were spending time with (Y/n), Billy and Stu joking around with her while Vincent showed (Y/n) how to make an origami rose.
~fin~
author’s note: i wrote this because i thought it would be funny, was it? i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing this, and be sure to share your thoughts and ideas, i love to know what you all think. i should be posting a prompt list soon, so be sure to take advantage of that! <33
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