#nubbins sawyer(‘s corpse)

[charleslee-valentine]

welp. can’t argue with that.

#tcm 2 #drayton sawyer #chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer(‘s corpse) #bubba sawyer #lefty enright #tcm meme #duh if the sawyers just said ‘nuh uh’ lefty wouldn’t have brought out the saws

[rabbitblackx]

Bubs,Nubs,Chops and Brahms with a typically sweet and quiet s/o but is very protective and hot headed when it comes to them. Like if someone insults the slasher they literally have to hold their s/o back from attacking the person(or not and just let them go ham 🤷‍♀️) bonus points if the person insulting Brahms is Malcolm

Slashers when Sweet!Reader gets overprotective

Includes: Nubbins, Bubba, Chop-Top and Brahms

Nubbins Sawyer💖

You made Nubbins melt. He was in a fit of giggles as you littered his red face with little kisses. He often told you that he did good, and that you were a nice one. He was very proud to call you his own

Though you were a sweet little angel, sometimes your nice nature was challenged. Like when one of Nubbins victims tried to escape. She tore herself free from the dining chair and made a run for it. Just as your boyfriend grabbed ahold of her, she bit down hard on his hand

You launched yourself at the girl, throwing her roughly to the floor. You went to attack her some more, but Nubbins grabbed your wrist

“It’s okay! I’ll handle this.” He stuttered

Before you could rip into her more, you forced yourself to go into the living room to blow off some steam. It wasn’t long until Nubbins’ victim stopped screaming. He entered the room covered in her blood, a crooked smile on his face

“Are you okay, honey?” You asked sweetly

You walked over to Nubbins and gently looked over his bitten wrist. You then grabbed his face, placing soft kisses all over. You were the perfect balance for him. One moment your violent and possessive, the next showering him in affection

Nubbins wrapped his lanky arms around you, hearts in his eyes

Bubba Sawyer💖

You were the love of Bubba’s life. Every moment spent with you was a blessing. He wasn’t afraid to give back any affection you threw at him. You both gave each other many, many sweet kisses during the day

Bubba chased a trespasser through the house, readying his loud chainsaw in the air. You were hot on his trail as they ran into the dining room. The victim panicked, snatching a sledgehammer from the table. Just as Bubba charged him, he threw the hammer. It spun in the air before hitting your boyfriend dead in the forehead

“Honey! Are you okay?” You gasped

As you set your sights on the trespasser, all you saw was red. You ran around a dizzy Bubba to tackle the man to the floor. How dare he hurt your precious boyfriend? That wasn’t very nice!

After finishing off the trespasser, you stood from his bruised body and raced over to Bubba. You kneeled down where he sat against the wall. You lifted a bloody hand to carefully touch his sore forehead

“You poor baby. Does it hurt real bad?” You cooed

Bubba rambled some gibberish, shaking his head furiously. He was only concerned about you. He took your hands in his, blood getting on him but he didn’t care

Chop-Top Sawyer💖

Chop-Top was always trying to rile you up. You were so sweet and quiet, he just wanted to tear that from you. He got off on you going crazy. He loved your two sides. One minute you were cuddling into his side, making him giggle. The next, you were strangling some poor girl for hurting him

Chop-Top’s victim got loose within the abandoned amusement park y’all called home. It wasn’t long until he found her, running after her with his knife ready. You watched from across the way as she screamed and bashed her fists against him. She screamed profanities, digging her long nails into his wrists

You stormed over to the pair, snatching Chop-Top’s hammer from the table in the process. You shoved the girl off him, and threw the hammer down onto her head. Chop-Top laughed hysterically as you slammed it over and over into her mushed skull

“Whoa, baby! You got her good!” He exclaimed

You loomed over her corpse, your chest heaving as the bloody hammer hung limply from your fingers. You carelessly tossed it next to her, slowly turning to face Chop-Top

“How’s your wrists, dear? She didn’t hurt you too bad, did she?” You huffed

Chop-Top didn’t answer. He crept over to you with a big grin, snaking his arms around your waist and pulling you close

You were so hot to him

Brahms Heelshire💖

Brahms was so soft for you. You never denied him any kisses. Which was honestly all he could ever ask for. Every little kiss you gave him made him melt. Your kind and gentle nature was so appealing to him. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you cradled his face. You offered the cutest smile, before planting a warm kiss to his mask

Brahms hid within the walls while Malcom delivered your groceries. It was obvious that he was trying to befriend you, but you were much too busy with Brahms. He was also still under the impression that he was just a doll, and not a six foot three guy in the wall

Malcom was trying to convince you to leave the manor for a bit, and get some fresh air. He offered to take you out into the village, but you politely declined. He asked you why you were so bent on caring for the doll, and even poked at his porcelain cheek

You had to bite back your anger as he made jokes about Brahms, calling him harmless names. But it still hurt you. Before you could snap at Malcom, you simply strolled over and scooped Brahms’ doll up from his seat

“Okay, that’s enough.” You said, feigning politeness

You felt a bit silly as you exited the kitchen, placing the doll onto the couch. Malcom didn’t even know that Brahms was still alive. It wasn’t like he was insulting him, but still. You were very protective of your boyfriend, and even his doll at times

You waved off Malcom dismissively, offering a rushed goodbye as you forced him out the door. You walked back into the living room with the doll, calling out for his human counterpart

“Brahms, honey?” You cooed

Brahms crept out of the walls, slowly lumbering over to you from behind. You whirled around, a hurt frown on your sweet face

“Oh, honey. I hope you didn’t take what he said to heart.” You lifted your hands up to cradle his mask. “I think you’re just lovely.” You smiled softly

Brahms didn’t care nearly as much as you did. He kind of liked that you got riled up over him like that though. He threw his arms around your waist and tugged you close. He hid his masked face in the crook of your neck, emitting a deep hum of affection

#slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #nubbins sawyer #nubbins sawyer x reader #nubbins x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #bubba sawyer #bubba x reader #leatherface #leatherface x reader #chop top #chop top sawyer #chop top sawyer x reader #chop top x reader #texas chainsaw #texas chainsaw massacre #brahms heelshire x reader #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #rab.reads

[soupbabe]

🔪 Slasher Masterlist Part 2 🔪

[guess who hit the limit for links! this is a continuation of my slasher masterlist. below are the characters I can write for and you can request for listed in alphabetical order]

Last Updated: 9/4/2023

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Baby Firefly (House of 1000 Corpses)

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Billy Lenz (Black Christmas)

- Billy w a Reader Who Has Broad Music Tastes

Billy Loomis (Scream)

- Comforting Billy During a Breakdown

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax)

- Arts and Crafts (fic, Dad! Bo)

- Bo with a Bookworm! S/o

- Bo with an Animal Lover! S/o

- Bo with a Naturalist! S/o

- Comforting Bo During a Breakdown

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy)

- Bath Time (fic, Bigender! Reader)

Bubba Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

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Carrie White (Carrie)

- Carrie Comforting a Sensitive S/o

Chop Top Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2)

- Chop Top with a Plus Size! Transman

Daniel Robitaille (Candyman)

- Candyman comforting a Sensitive S/o

Harry Warden (My Bloody Valentine 1981)

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Jennifer Check (Jennifer's Body)

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Kurt Kunkle (Spree)

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Martin Mathias (Martin 1977)

- Plus Size! Reader Tries on Clothes with Martin

- Martin w a Reader Who Has Broad Music Tastes

- Martin with a Bookworm! S/o

- Martin Comforting a Sensitive S/o

Michael Myers (Halloween 1978)

- Michael with a Flirty! Killer! Reader

- Comforting Michael Through a Breakdown

RZ! Michael Myers (Rob Zombie's Halloween)

- Michael w a Reader Who Has Broad Music Tastes

- Michael with a Bookworm! S/o

- Michael Comforting a Sensitive S/o

Nubbins Sawyer (Texas Chainsaw Massacre)

- Nubbins with a Plus Size! Transman

- Playing with Nubbins's hair

- Get a Room (fic, Male! Reader)

Otis Driftwood (House of 1000 Corpses)

- Coming Out to Otis

- Playing with Otis's hair

- Otis with a Plus Size! S/o

- Otis with an Insecure! Non-binary! S/o

Stu Macher (Scream)

- How Stu Takes Care of Slasher! Reader

- Treats (fic)

Thomas Hewitt (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2003/2006)

- Playing with Thomas's Hair

- Hewitt Family Reacting to Tommy's Doctor! Bf

Tiffany Valentine (Bride of Chucky)

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Vincent Sinclair (House of Wax)

- Vincent w a Reader Who Has Broad Music Tastes

- Vincent with a Bookworm! S/o

- Vincent with an Animal Lover! S/o

- Playing with Vincent's Hair

- Vincent with a Naturalist! S/o

- Vincent with a Gothic! Sculpter! Reader

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Poly! Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

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#masterlist

[anonymous-fandom-writer]

Horrorforhorror master list

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Bo Sinclair (house of wax)

Sinclair timeline

Vincent Sinclair (house of wax)

Sinclair timeline

Lester Sinclair (house of wax)

Sinclair timeline

Bubba Sawyer (the texas chainsaw massacre)

Thomas Hewitt (texas chainsaw massacre 2003 and 2006)

Drayton Sawyer (leatherface 2017)

Kisses and interrupts

Nubbins Sawyer (leatherface 2017)

Jedidiah Sawyer (leatherface 2017 and 2013)

Otis Driftwood (house of 1000 corpse, devils rejects, and 3 from hell)

Headcanon for Otis with a affectionate s/o

Winslow Foxworth 'Foxy' Coltrane (3 from hell)

Doomhead (31)

His backstory

Brahms Heelshire (the boy)

Ghostface *original only* (scream)

Why i believe...

Michael Myers (Rob Zombie's and the original halloween )

David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko (the lost boys)

#otis driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #slasher x reader #foxy coltrane x reader #the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #bo sinclair x you #thomas hewitt x reader #bubba sawyer #leatherface

[choptop-sawyer]

Ok, honestly and without romanticising, how do you think would it go if one lf the Sawyer boys fell in love with a victim? Like, would they kidnap them but convince the rest of the family not to kill them? How would the others react, would we get more of " ____'s got a girl/boyfriend"? It's just a question that has been bugging me for quite a while, as most of them don't really encounter any people outside the family, with the exception of victims.

Sincerely, the anon who thirsted over your icon

Hello icon thirst anon!!! Ohhhh... this ask has so much potential. I love digging into more realistic interpretations of the Sawyers. Of course, there's always going to be an element of unreality with scenarios where you end up with one of them. But close as possible to the source material, I mean.

But what source material? TCM 1 and 2 are obviously the superior movies (for me) and the best of the Sawyers are in them. No extended family or some shit, I can stomach a twin of Nubbins, especially since he's so fun. But they both have extremely different vibes, and different characterizations of the Sawyers. (Except Nubbins. RIP man).

It also, obviously, depends on the Sawyer.

Um... anyway. Sorry for going on too long. Under the cut.

TW: Canon Typical mentions of violence, kidnapping, unhealthy relationships

With Bubba, if we're going TCM 1 wise, I hope you're good at running. The only likely way he's going to meet you is as a victim, and if he meets you on your own at first? He's going to do his job, no matter how attractive you might be to him. Leatherface won't even acknowledge you as more than meat if you're in his sights. Run. And run fast. There's almost no chance Bubba would fall for you with the saw in his hands.

Now, if you were brought back as a VICTIM by another brother, then you have a chance. Bubba has time to see you as a "guest" for a while rather than simply meat. But your time window is limited. Once the others get tired of you, you're meat again. Most likely, Bubba would be attracted to your appearance right away. But that wouldn't be enough to save you, you could easily be another mask. The key is, the thing that would give you the highest chance of survival and a relationship, is to not scream. To not flinch away from his touch when he pets your head. Maybe even say some nice words to him.

Then, there's something that would be gone if you were butchered. That's how you get Bubba invested.

If we're going with the most non romanticized version, you'd still die. Bubba's desires never mattered much anyway to the rest, because he really never expresses it out of subservience. But... if there is something worked out, you'd be his pet of sorts. Drayton would be completely disinterested unless it affects him or the finances. Nubbins might poke at you for a while, then leave you alone once you become a normal thing. What business of it is theirs?

Bubba is the one who tries the most to love you. It might not even be love, at the beginning. More a fascination. But I do believe that he'd care the most. Being with him, I think, would feel the... most gentle? Idk. He wouldn't try to hurt you on purpose if you're in that situation.

Nubbins is hard to nail down, character wise. All of the Sawyers are pretty mysterious, but he's really up there in mysteriousness to the viewer. Franklin thought him an omen, the others thought him a freak, and the audience sees what the audience sees, but no one really knows for sure.

I imagine it would be like a mirage, meeting him. He definitely meets at least a few strangers, with his hitchhiking. You'd either be kind (or foolish enough) to pick him up, or if you were a local, you'd meet him in the endless expanses, terrible and shimmering in the heat. Maybe he'd be quiet at first, stammering out answers with a small smile, like he's trying to remember his lines, but if you excite him in some way, you're in for it.

It would probably just strike him out of the blue that he likes you, and he wouldn't waste any time. He's not really scheming and mischievous, despite his impression. He rolls with whatever he feels. Extremely realistically, you'd get hurt in some way. Possibly really badly. But if you were to be his S/O, it's gonna be a kidnapping. (You might be able to overpower him though. Twig.)

He wouldn't keep you in the house. He might not even think to introduce you to Drayton, because Drayton would be very displeased. But luckily, there's quite a few secret places he's found in his explorations. He might take you there.

It would be very odd. Once the initial terror wears down, you'd realize that Nubbins is a raw and open wound. Repulsive, but honest. He doesn't quite belong anywhere. You think he hoped you'd belong to him, and him to you. The only way out is to be locked in a death grip. I don't think it'd last very long.

The second movie' wacky atmosphere fits Chop Top very well, but we still don't know much about the details of his life. We know the backstory, that he listens to the radio every night, and that he has a love for music and smashing skulls. You could meet him anywhere, as long as you aren't looking for him. He seems to be the kind of guy who was everywhere wherever he was, at least once. If he invites you back to his place after some flirtations traded, don't accept. That would probably mean death for you, not at the hands of a regal and somber grim reaper, but the kind of death that not many wish to think about. He'll come back to the same place to see you again, if he likes you enough. And maybe, he'll even ask you out for real. Chop Top likes the idea of being in a relationship, because all the songs on the radio were written about it. He wants to live them. And you... you're perfect.

If he really cares for you, he'd keep you a secret from his family. There's two lives he leads, the one formed by radio and wild living, and the other formed by the tight, insular environment of his childhood. Chop Top might whisper about you to corpse Nubbins, giggling as he recounts how good-looking you are, and ain't he lucky? But that's it, unless you're foolish. If you get to curious well... he'll invite you to dinner. It's sink or swim then. Good luck.

Drayton is the least likely to find someone he cares enough about not to kill. He's thinking of self-preservation above all, and an S/O complicates too many things. But you'd have to be a local, he doesn't trust strangers. He's loathe to introduce you to his family though. As important as they are in how much they define his very life, they would throw off too many red flags.

He might try to deny his attraction to you at first, as a consequence. But if you won him over, he'd hide the Sawyer's "special diet" as well as he could. Drayton is used to painting over everything, throwing a rug over the mess. When you go to the house? Bone furniture has to be stashed away, hide the meat hooks, hide the horrors, hide away the brothers.

The twins would probably find out somehow, and mercilessly tease him. He feels shameful, somehow, when they do, and that makes him angry. He feels, deep down, that he's betraying the way of life. Don't expect much.

(Sorry if this was rambly)

#texas chainsaw massacre #tcm #bubba sawyer #chop top sawyer #Nubbins sawyer #drayton sawyer #slashers #slashers x reader #texas chainsaw #horror tag 2 #my writing #leatherface

[love-minor-poltergeist]

Hello! Can you please write some headcanons with Chop-Top getting married to his fem s/o? What would the wedding and married life be like together?

A/N: Chop-Top has always been my favorite of the Sawyer twins, so this was quite the fun challenge! This is my first time writing for this lad as well, so please feel free to ask for a redo!

Also, fun fact, as I was doing some research to refresh my memory of TCM 2, I found out that his actual name is Robert Sawyer ("Bobby" as a nickname). Fun stuff!

Chop-Top Marriage Hcs:

Proposal + Wedding:

With Chop-Top, it’s difficult to tell whether he was serious or not. With his slack-jawed grin and the strange, far-off look in his eyes, and his wild, borderline nonsensical ramblings, it’s hard to read what he’s thinking. However, from the way his wild-eyed gaze would light up and the way he shouts your name with unabashed excitement when he sees you-- it was clear he adored you.

So when he and Bubba had returned from their nightly joyrides, your boyfriend, gleefully baring crooked teeth into a wide grin, suddenly grabbed your wrist. You looked down to see Chop-top eagerly slip a ring onto your finger; a thin, simple gold wedding band that had a few flecks of blood scattered across its surface.

“Took it off some fish Bubba and me caught-- ‘thought it’d look better on my cute wifey.” He giggled like he told a hysterical joke before licking a stripe up your cheek.

After that incident, you notice your boyfriend has his gaze fixated on your ring finger a lot more. Each time you’d catch him with a wide, dopey grin and his pale cheeks flushed with a content pink. It’s oddly cute, seeing him so happy about it.

However, on the other hand, Chop-top becomes a lot more handsy, to put it lightly. The sight of you wearing his ring cements the whole relationship in his mind, and boy does it get him riled up. Poor Bubba and Drayton are stuck watching their pale brother act like a horny teenager.

It isn’t until Drayton walks in another one of Chop-top’s amorous bouts that he finally snapped and forced the two of you to make the marriage official. Not only to get a momentary respite from his horndog brother but also to quell his old-fashioned values.

Murderous cannibal he may be, Drayton grew up with some Christian values in him. Granted, he doesn’t uphold them as much nowadays, but he’s insistent regardless.

Originally, your husband-to-be wanted the wedding to feature a kaleidoscope of colorful fabrics and hard rock. However, Drayton nearly blew a blood vessel at the proposal at the idea, and Chop-Top (was forced to) settled for a white wedding instead.

The ceremony is small and quiet, but no less joyful. Grandpa, Bubba, and Nubbin’s corpse sit in the makeshift pew of lawn chairs while Drayton officiates. Chop-Top, adorned in Grandpa’s old wedding tuxedo, could hardly contain himself; he fidgets and laughs at poor times throughout Drayton’s reciting, much to the chagrin of the latter.

As soon as he hears “You may now ki-”, Chop-Top sweeps you into his arms as he slams his lips into yours. You could feel him smiling the entire time, even as Drayton admonished him with a “Wait for your damned turn, you horny bastard!”. Still, the eldest brother lets it slide as Chop-Top pulls away with an ear-to-ear grin.

Married Life:

Though you’re now husband and wife, Chop-Top goes about your relationship with his usual dreamy, hippie-like approach. In a sense, being married to Chop-Top isn’t any different than having him as your boyfriend. However, he does spend the next few months exclusively referring to you as “wifey”.

Call him “hubby” in return, and you’ll have him beaming in pride for the entire day. He loves hearing it!

DEFINITELY rubs his marriage into Drayton’s face. Out of all the Sawyer children, HE was the first one to get married and is more than happy to bring it up whenever Drayton is giving him hell.

Sometimes, whenever Drayton is too worn to keep up with his brother, he’d shoot you a tired, nonplussed look as he mutters out a “What do you see in him?”.

Will bring you gifts he managed to squirrel away from him and Bubba’s joyrides. They can range from small things like dashboard hula dolls, broken sunglasses, toys, playing cards, etc. He also likes to give you teeth and ears; sometimes he’ll string them together to make macabre necklaces for you.

Much like his late twin, Chop-Top has a fondness for photography. After he dug up Nubbins’ old camera, he’ll take photos of you going about your day: Doing laundry with Bubba, sitting idly on the couch, dinner prepping with Drayton, etc. He has a small box of photos in your shared room, right under the bed.

May or not have tried to take more lurid photos of you, just to keep him company when he’s out-- just like his soldier buddies did during his time in Vietnam. Whether or not you agree to do this hardly matters. He’ll try and sneak in a few photos regardless.

One day decides to give you a rather ratty black wig to match his own. Look, now you’re the Cher to his Sonny Bono!!

Now that you’re a part of the family, you now are given your own set of daily chores. Chop-Top, being the ever diligent soldier he is, follows you around the house to prattle your ear off with whatever nonsense enters his mind. Not at all moving to help and more so distracting you. Which has earned him more than a few slaps to the back of his head from Drayton.

Likes to include you in whatever hijinks he and Bubba (and Nubbins’ corpse) are up to (save for Joyrides-- that’s a brothers only activity). Which typically ranges from playful roughhousing (Bubba may go easier because of his size; Chop-Top, however will not. Careful, he bites) to crafting. Granted, Chop-Top usually gets distracted half-way and runs off with his Twin’s body.

That being said, you and Bubba end up forming a mini sewing club! Bonding over hobbies is what earns you his trust-- he was worried that you’d steal his brother away from him.

#my writing #fem reader #reader insert #marriage hcs #x reader #slashers x reader #slashers #texas chainsaw 2 #texas chainsaw massacre #chop top sawyer #chop top x reader #slasher movies #requests

[goldie90]

Sawyer family New Year´s Eve headcanons.🎆

Because the year is almost over.🙂

Bubba:

Bubba really likes the New Year´s Eve celebrations.🙂

Of course, it´s not as important for him as other events like christmas or easter, yet he thinks that it´s a nice thing. 

He stays at home. Unsurprisingly, our Bubba would never even think about attending a new years eve´s party. 

He´s way too shy and too scared of people who are not part of the family to enjoy something like this. 

But he really likes fireworks.🎆🎇🧨

He´s amazed by all these colourful lights and thinks they´re absolutely beautiful.😊

Loves to spend time with his family and celebrate this day together.😊

Doesn´t drink, due to a very bad experience he once had when the twins persuaded him to get drunk with them.😅

Nubbins:

My beloved husband absolutely loves that day.💖

And let me tell you, celebrating it with him can be quite an adventure, because his opinion on what´s the best way to celebrate it, is a bit umm... special.😅

You should know, his preferred location for a new year´s eve party is the graveyard.🙄

Yes, he thinks there´s no better thing than hanging out at this place, getting drunk and maybe open up some graves. 

One year he even dug out some dead bodies and then positioned them all around the graveyard, to make it look like they had a party going on there.🤦‍♀️

He was very proud of this idea and unfortunately I made the mistake to joke about how he should put party hats on the corpses´ heads, which he took seriously.😅

So yes, this year the corpses are going to wear party hats and my dear husband is very excited because of this.🙄

It´s probably not surprising, but he really loves fireworks.🎆🧨

Chop Top:

Unsurprisingly, he also loves that day.🥰

One of his favorite things to do is attending some new year´s eve party, even if it´s a private party at someone´s home and he doesn´t got an invitation.😅

Yes, it happens pretty often that he´s celebrating this day with a bunch of completely strangers and he loves it, because unlike Bubba, Chop is very outgoing and really likes to meet new people.😃

Just like Nubbins he absolutely loves fireworks.🎆🧨

He´s also got this weird hope that maybe it is possible to caught the attention of aliens👽🛸 by lighting a firework.🙄

Yes, he really believes in this theory, so much that every year on new year´s eve, he tells us that this will be the day he finally meets an alien. (Of course it never happens.)😅

Resolutions. He has so many and most of them are pretty weird. Finding Bigfoot for example.🙄 Proving the existence of the loch ness monster. Having sex with a mermaid.🧜‍♀️ And of course becoming friends with an alien.👽

Needless to say that the success of these resolutions is zero. 

Same goes for all the less weird resolutions he makes every year. For example, every year he says that he wants to quit smoking,🚬 just to light the next cigarette only 20 minutes after midnight. Or he makes the resolution to regularly brush his teeth but after doing it one time, he remembers how much he hates the taste of toothpaste and all of a sudden he forgets all about said resolution.😅

Drayton:

Our grumpy broom man doesn´t really cares about new year´s eve. 

In his opinion it is just a unnecessary event, a waste of time and money (What kind of idiots spend money on fireworks???) and therefore he´s not interested in celebrating it.😞

Goes to bed at 10pm and then everyone who´s at home at this time, has to be quiet, otherwise he will be pretty angry.🧹😟

There´s a No fireworks on the property rule, which he established after the twins have almost burned down the barn one year.😅

But even though he doesn´t cares much about new year´s eve, he still makes sure to serve some Hoppin´John on new year´s day.🍲 It´s the only new year´s tradition he´s interested in and I have to say, he does a pretty good job with it.🙂

Grandpa:

I´m not sure if grandpa likes new year´s eve, because just like with so many other things, there´s simply no way to tell with him.😩

He shows no reaction when someone tells him what day it is and also not when we wish him a Happy New Year, I´m pretty sure that he don´t even knows what´s going on.😟

And Me:

Well, I like it, but just like Bubba, I think that it´s not as important as other events. (Like christmas for example)

I love watching fireworks though.😊🎆

I usually end up pretty drunk.🥂

I never make resolutions, because I know I won´t keep them anyway. (Me quitting smoking? That´s not going to happen.)😅

#bubba sawyer #nubbins sawyer #chop top sawyer #drayton sawyer #grandpa sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #just some little headcanons #self insert

[slasherpegger]

Oh! My! God! I loved loved your AAM Chop Top fic, I love the way you portray him based on only the few hints we get to see in the trailers. Also, please, please, please continue to it, another fic about what happened that night would be absolutely lovely, but I'd also really appreciate some general headcanons about getting into a relationship with AAM Chop Top. Have a nice day ;)

AAM!Chop Top Sawyer General/Romance Headcanons

Pairing: AAM!Chop Top Sawyer X GN!reader Word Count: 0.5k A/N: These are headcanons based off of the Chop Top shown in the AAM trailers, assuming he’s been released from jail 10 years later. Also, I did General AND romance. Boom!

GENERAL

Chop Top still has his habit of plucking his skin out from around his plate, but he also plucks his remaining hairs. The plate exposed has grown in size and he’s nearly bald. Chop wears a shoulder length black wig to hide this fact.

Still a raging hippie! Chop is stuck in the same mindset from ten years ago and still has his beliefs from the 70’s.

He is utterly alone with his family’s death. Chop keeps victims like he kept Nubbins’ corpse in order to fill the void. He’ll narrate for them and move them around to “keep them alive”.

Owns his own hippie van that’s well decorated-- fairy lights are strung up and rugs are hung on the walls. Chop uses it to pick up victims and or chicks.

Also owns his own small home, a murder room/kitchen included! It’s full of tools and weaponry, along with a “restricted” killing section in which his blanket canopy with fairy lights resides.

Uses Nubbins’ old camera to take pictures of his victims.

Listens to music on his headphones whilst he does his killing! He jams out to his favorites from the 70's and new music he's learning about.

ROMANCE

Chop Top first meets you the way he meets his victims, in public places like bars or parties. When you took an interest in him, Chop assumed it’d be a normal night of murder.

When you learnt about Chop’s “violence streak” and reasoning for going to jail, you were understanding. You were the first person to ever empathize with him, earning you a warm spot in his heart.

Your night turned from potential murder victim to hook up. It took a few hook ups before the two of you settled on a date, and your love blossomed from there.

You’re the only person left close to Chop so he cherishes your love dearly. He’s incredibly clingy and careful to make sure you’re doing alright. He’s overly cautious and makes sure no harm comes your way.

Incredibly affectionate and shows it by being hands on. If you’re doing something, he’s doing it with you or holding your hand while you do it.

Along with being hands on, he’s handsy. Chop is always slipping his hands across your body onto your chest or butt and claiming he can’t help it. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public or private, Chop has his hand on your ass and is groping it.

Absolute horn-dog! Chop constantly makes sexual comments or jokes to you.

Chop loves to see you flustered. He’ll purposely grope you or slide a passing comment in order to make you stumble.

Chop is the best at having dates at home, he knows how to have the most fun. Sometimes he’ll convert his restricted murder-fort into a date/sex-fort. He’ll make sure to clean it ¾ of the time beforehand.

Chop likes to believe he’s a master of comedy and so do you. He always knows how you cheer you up with a joke no matter how down you feel.

#chop top sawyer x yn #chop top sawyer x reader #chop top sawyer #tcm headcanons #tcm chop top #tcm fic

[darkestdivinity]

FrankNub drabble where Nubbins is a zombie!

My friends and I in a discord chat came up with this idea and I decided to write a little bit for it! More to come, but please enjoy!

Franklin Stitches up Nubbins

When everything went to shit and Hell rose up to greet everyone with a slap on the ass, Franklin was terrified. Beyond terrified. He had barely gotten around without the dead walking the damn earth. The first thing that he had noticed was the smell. Half rotten corpses walking through the south Texas heat made the whole area smell like an elephant’s sweaty backside. The radio stations had so many suggestions; get to high ground, hide, pray. Some even suggested buying weapons, as if every home-grown Texan didn’t already own at least one firearm or good hunting knife.

In Franklin’s case, he had had a van full of young adults and crystals. That was, until they attempted to ‘hide’ at his grandfather’s old home. The new neighbors weren’t quite as welcoming to the group as they had all thought. It was one thing when the dead were coming up to eat your face off. It was a whole other can of worms when it was a family of cannibalistic farmers… and a half zombie that wouldn’t stop trying to follow Franklin.

What happened within the next few days was pretty much a blur of blood, guts, and Franklin losing a good portion of his ‘friends’. Yet, he couldn’t find it in himself to be upset. The wheelchair bound man may have had a handful of dead friends, but at least he had been taken in by the Sawyers with loving arms rather than hungry teeth. Franklin was sure they’d only done so because of the effect he had on Nubbins, who was probably the most conscious zombie in all of Texas. The rotten man had barely gotten out of Franklin’s lap the whole first official day of his stay with the Sawyers. The smell was just bearable enough if Franklin breathed through his mouth, but even then it took some getting used to.

What was a little harder to get used to was how careless Nubbins could be with his own body. He was constantly getting into messes and falling apart. The latest injury involved Bubba, a chainsaw, and a dare. Now, Franklin could handle clumsiness, but he wanted to scream when Bubba came in, carrying a laughing Nubbins in one arm, and his right leg in the other. The fool had gone and done it again. Seeing as Drayton was gone and Bubba’s hands were still shaking a bit too much, it was up to Franklin to stitch the giggling man back together.

This proved to be a difficult task. He’d had Bubba set Nubbins down on the dinner table so he could at least try to see what had happened, but Nubbins kept squirming around, cracking jokes, laughing, and doing anything in his power to make this the hardest task on earth. Franklin had only just gotten the fishing line through the needle when Nubbins nearly kicked it right out of his hand while going over the wild story of why his leg was detached in the first place.

“See, Chop said I-I-I couldn’t do it, but I s-sure showed him! Now he’s gotta- g-gotta do my chores all whee-week!” Nubbins burst into laughter again. Franklin was getting pretty annoyed. He had grown a soft spot for the lithe, disgusting man, against his own better judgement. That didn’t mean he didn’t want to tear his head off sometimes (metaphorically, of course, even if he could do it literally).

“Now, just hold still!” Franklin snapped, pushing down Nubbins nubbed leg with his whole weight, the severed limb sitting in his lap. “Just how am I s’posed to get this back on if you won’t stop movin’ around?” His voice came out as almost a whine. He’d had to quiet down some after yelling like he had, especially when he saw the sour, pouting expression on Nubbin’s face. That decaying grin came back after he heard the almost apologetic sound of Franklin’s tone, which filled Franklin with some degree of relief.

At least he’d stopped wiggling as much. This was still Nubbin’s, though, so Franklin had to lean on his lap to hold him down throughout the process. It made it far more difficult than it had to be, since now he just had one hand to both stitch and hold the leg in place. Every wiggle from the zombified man on the table threatened to throw the limb onto the floor, which would cause a different mess of problems. It was almost therapeutic, after the first few stitches, so long as he didn’t think about exactly what he was doing. The needle was sharp enough to slide through one half of Nubbin’s thigh and hook into the meat of the other without a problem. It didn’t take long for Franklin to get a slow, steady rhythm going. In and out, tug, in and out, tug… Before long, he was done. He’d had to catch himself from biting the fishing line off, instead grabbing the small pair of scissors they kept in the tackle box to snip the line. The job was messy to say the least. The stitches were uneven and Nubbin’s leg looked just a bit lopsided, but he would be able to walk on it all the same.

Franklin’s calloused fingers ran along the seam of the laceration. He told himself that it was to check the firmness of the stitches, but it was his morbid fascination with the other man. How could someone already dead heal the way he did? And how did he manage to keep relatively sane after getting bit? And how did-

His thoughts were cut short when he felt two thin hands caressing his curled hair. A little nose resting on his scalp. Franklin froze. It was still a mystery to him just how to react to this kind of affection. He’d hardly gotten this kind of thing from a girl, let alone a man.

“You smell clean.” Nubbins said, moving back with a wide, cracked lip grin before he hopped off the table, testing out his re-stitched leg. The wobble in his walk worried Franklin, but those thoughts were short-lived when once again, he had a lap full of the skinny, stinking man. An arm wrapped around the back of his neck and his face was assaulted with kisses, and maybe the occasional lick. No one said Nubbins exactly knew how to give affection either. That was okay. In death and in life, these two would surely figure it all out in their own twisted way.

#Franklin #Nubbins #Nubbins Sawyer #tcm #tcm fanon #texas chainsaw massacre #zombie au #awkward affection #franknub #slasher fiction #slasher imagines #slasher writing

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What would the slashers(bubba, thomas, michael, brahms and norman -you can add someone if you want-) react if 6 policeman came attack them and he fainted and when he woke up he saw his s/o in full of blood, standing in the middle of the policemans' brutally dismembered corpses with an axe in her hand and doesn't really seem to feel remorseful or scared, she seems angry.

Some Slashers with an S/O who Saves Them from the Police

Bubba Sawyer

Everything had been calm. The day had been normal- until the sirens began to blare faintly in the distance.

Sirens always put the Sawyer’s on edge, but this was different, they were growing steadily closer. Drayton was gone to the gas station, Nubbins and Chop were nowhere to be seen, and Bubba was panicking since there wasn’t a friendly, normal face to smooth talk the police into leaving.

You had gone to the door instead, but the police were quick to shove you- roughly- aside in search of the Sawyers. Bubba wouldn’t stand for that. He raced to help you to your feet, momentarily forgetting all about the police.

A gunshot to the shoulder was all it took for him to turn on the police instead. Two more bullet shots, to the leg and stomach, knocked him right unconscious.

He expected to wake in a police car, shackles rubbing his wrists raw, and he was... surprised, to say the least, when he was still on the floor of his home. Your heavy breathing caught his attention, and he turned to you.

You were standing, hunched over, with a look of pure annoyance on your face. You held Bubba’s chainsaw, the both of you coated in a thick layer of scarlet blood. Corpses lay all around you, dismembered and mutilated, more than dead.

Bubba would be so proud, yet scared at the same time. He’d leap to his feet, stumbling over to you and tsking the saw from your hands, pulling you close to his chest and sobbing into your hair.

He’d be so sorry that you had to do that to save him. He knows how little you like the killing that goes on in the house.

When you tell him you feel no guilt nor remorse, he’s relieved, even more so when you tell him you’re happy you did it to save him.

You’ll patch up his wounds, and he’ll never be scared of the police again. He’s got you in case he’s beaten, and you’re so strong.

Thomas Hewitt

You’d been in the basement together, watching Thomas butcher the latest victim with a sickening interest. A commotion upstairs caught Thomas’ attention- it felt different from the usual fights that went on.

Thomas told you to stay downstairs as he checked it out, bringing with him a mallet in the pocket of his butchers apron.

He was utterly shocked when he spotted his mother and Hoyt being cuffed by police. In a moment of panic, he took out his mallet and tried to attack- a taser on its highest setting put him out like a light.

The thump of his body on the ground is unmistakeable, so now you were panicking as well. With an axe that was previously leaning against the butchers table in hand, you set off to the rescue.

Thomas woke up with a start, but the beaming smile on his mother’s face made him more confused then scared. Hoyt’s ‘Get those bastards, Darlin’!’ Drew his attention to you, just as you pulled your ace back and buried it into the skull of the last officer despite their begs for mercy.

Before freeing his family, Thomas would race to your side, pulling the axe from your hands and cradling your face in his hands.

He’d be so scared. What has gotten into you? Are you hurt?

After hearing your explanation, saying you don’t feel any guilt because he and his family is safe and sound, he calms a little bit.

He now holds a rather deep admiration for your actions. You absolutely saved them. If it hadn’t been for you, their lives would have been over.

Hoyt and Luda Mae respect you much more, too. “That was quite the scene!” Hoyt would say, “All that just for your family!” Luda Mae would add.

Michael Myers

Michael always thought he was unkillable, immortal, so he often let that get to his head. When the police went sniffing around the Myers house, he attacked without caution.

He was quick to be overpowered, taking only a few officers down before they inflicted too much damage. A brutal baton to the skull sent him to the ground, and two more stole away his consciousness.

His strength kept him generally awake, his head swimming as he fought for control over his body once more.

A sudden commotion began, and through his battle for wakefulness he could hardly identify what was going on. All he knew- he could feel it- was that his knife was being used.

At last, things quieted, and just as they did he managed to stumble to his feet, shaking his head to clear it. Minutes passed as his senses returned.

When he finally got himself together, he looked over there total massacre that had passed through the room. It took him a good minute to digest what had happened.

Bodies lay everywhere, clean stan wounds to their necks, shoulders, chests or stomachs, quick and clean, with you at the center.

You were coated in blood. You’d never looked prettier. Michael, beaming with pride because of the crime his S/O just committed, would stalk towards you.

He’d take the knife from your hand, taking a moment to examine the way the lighting shine off the dripping blood, and then he’d pull his mask up and off, kissing you.

Later, he’ll blame the affection in the concussion he most likely had, but both you and him know that it was real.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms has a very bad memory connected to sirens- the fire from when he was a child. So when the police sirens grew in the distance, so did his unending terror.

Brahms panicked, pacing frantically through the house rather than doing the rational thing and hiding in the walls. The moment the police knocked on the door, reality settled in and he realized he was screwed.

He told you to hide, so that you didn’t get dragged down with him. He wouldn’t take no for an answer, shoving you into a closet and demanding you take to the walls as the door was kicked in.

You watched through the gaps in the walls as the police greeted Brahms with ferocity. With a low pain tolerance, Brahms was out with one quick taser to the side.

He hit his head against the floor, further heightening his unconsciousness, and everything he could vaguely hear was a total blur.

When he woke, he was slow to completely come to, his mind swimming and his vision blurry as his consciousness returned.

The blood before him was heart-stopping. The carpets would be ruined, the hardwood as well- but you were safe and sound, with a hammer in your hand. You had bludgeoned them all to death.

Brahms is stunned into silence for a moment, gazing at the bloodshed and chaos you had created for his sake.

He’ll smile, slipping off his mask. His eyes are warm with gratitude and affection. He can’t believe you’d done this for him.

He’ll ignore the bloodshed for now, going to sit down with you in the kitchen for a moment, holding your hand tightly. The mess can wait. He needs to thank you with hugs and kisses.

Norman Bates

The day at the Motel has been entirely normal. Change the bedding, clean the bathrooms, etc etc. The sirens, however, were new and alarming.

Norman races to the window, anxiety blooming in his chest. What was going on? The police cars in the Motel parking lot sent a spike of fear through Norman’s chest.

The police came to the door, and of course Norman opened it. Using his most innocent voice and expression he tried to convince them everything was okay.

He failed. The police rushed him, attempting to cuff him peacefully, but he snapped, pulling his arms away and reaching for a knife he’d set on the door side table.

The police were quick to lunge forwards with tasers, rendering poor Norman unconscious. That left you as the only option.

The officers didn’t know you were there, and they sure had a surprise coming as they cuffed the unconscious killer.

When Norman woke once more, it was to the sight of you plunging his knife into ad officers back without a trace of fear on your face. Over the dying mans shoulder, you caught Norman’s eye and smiled as if you hadn’t killed three people.

Norman leaps to his feet, horrified, but so, so grateful. You’d done this to save him, right?

He knows he’s killed people, but his mother takes the blame, so he feels rather innocent. To say the least, Norman is frightened.

After some reassuring and calming, Norman isn’t as afraid of you, and his gratitude is more overpowering.

#slashers #slasher #horror #slasher community #slasher headcanons #headcanons #bubba sawyer headcanons #bubba sawyer #thomas hewitt headcanons #thomas hewitt #michael myers #michael myers headcanons #brahms heelsire #brahms heelshire headcanons #norman bates headcanons #norman bates

[cottontailcannibal]

The sawyer brothers With a S/O who really likes to watch horror movies?(Mostly scream, Black Christmas, etc)

The Sawyer boys with an S/O who likes horror movies

Chop Top

🐀 He likes horror movies as well and you spend several nights with movie marathons.

🐀 The blood, the violence, the gore, it really riles him up and he wanders off every now and then to get rid of some energy.

🐀 You have no idea what he's doing, but you guess he either jacks off or violates one of the dead bodies in the basement.

🐀 While watching movies you need tons of snacks. He's smoking weed all the time and gets some heavy munchies.

Nubbins

📸 He's also into horror movies and appreciates the sight of violence and death.

📸 He gets psyched up just like Chop and the more he watches, the more the urge to dig up some corpses or roam the night for new victims grows.

📸 After watching some movies he won't be at home for the rest of the night.

📸 When he comes home by dawn his hands are almost black from soil and his clothings are splattered with blood.

Bubba

🌻 Nope! An absolute and clear N.O.P.E!

🌻 Horror movies frighten him to the point where he isn't able to sleep for the next coming nights.

🌻 He's used to gore and blood, used to kill people, but the way how those movies are portraying the whole thing just spooks him out.

🌻 He's worrying that there's a man lifing at the attic now and you can be glad there's no phone in the house. He would lose his mind everytime it rings.

Drayton

🥩 He's not a fan of horror movies just like he always withdraws when it comes down to killing the dinner.

🥩 There's something about bodies getting ripped apart and guts spilling all over the floor that makes his stomach twist.

🥩 He won't watch horror movies with you and won't allow his brothers to join you. He doesn't wants to spend the night caring for a terrified Bubba and chasing after the twins.

🥩 You can watch them if you necessarily have to, but only after everybody else is asleep and only on a low volume.

Grandpa

🔨 He's up for horror movies and enjoys the display of violence, blood, stalking, slashing and killing.

🔨 It awakens memories he highly enjoys to wallow in. The good old times!

🔨 If he could he would tell you all the stories that pop up inside his head. He has been the number 1 and not only at the slaughter house!

🔨 Don't be surprised when he gets all restless and excieted.

#chop top sawyer #nubbins sawyer #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #grandpa sawyer #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre 2 #slasher asks #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher #chop top headcanons #nubbins headcanons #bubba headcanons #drayton headcanons #grandpa headcanons

[theamateurblogger]

Hewwo I love your stuff. Can you do a male s/o with all them slasher boys. Hcs but if you want you can do like, Tommy for a one shot. Idc if its sfw or nsfw

Thank you!!! I hope you like this!!!

Otis Driftwood

Otis is a thirsty ass fucker, not gonna lie

From an outside perspective, it would be easy to assume that he’s only with you for the sex

But let’s be real, if he wanted just sex, he would’ve stuck to his corpses

He loves you, whether he wants to admit it out loud or not

Constantly has his arm around you or touching you in some way

Just a way to stake a claim around others (and to prevent you from running)

But deeeeep down, he does it to make sure you’re okay

Always has to keep you in his sights “to make sure you don’t do something stupid” (like run)

Hugggge exhibitionist 

Seriously. It’s an issue. So, you’ll need to get real comfortable around the rest of the family

Chop Top

Chop Top is an actual dream to be in a relationship with

Plenty of arguments about who has better music taste and who gets to pick the playlist/radio station 

Out of everyone on this list, he’d be the most likely to propose 

He’d want a full on wedding with the family watching and victims’ bones used as decor

Kind of a traditional guy (besides the whole cannibalistic and maniacal tendencies ya know)

So expect some hesitancy from him to get serious with you

His knowledge of the LGBT+ community is very slim

But let’s be real, he had some fun with his fellow soldiers during his time in the war 

When he does give in to his love for you, he is absolutely obsessed with you

He’d tell victims stories about you and compare everything to you and things you do 

He likes your ass

A lot.

Expect to have it groped, slapped, and ogled at constantly

Would probably be super into roleplay (*cough* the Sonny wig *cough*)

He’s not good at it.

Michael Myers

Michael is…Michael?

You’ll be pretty confused with this guy

He just keeps following you around and you’re not dead yet???

You become more comfortable around each other and it just turns into comfortable silence and occasional situations where you need to ask him to hand you something

You’ll have to be the first one to initiate sex

It’ll be very awkward at first because you’ll have no fucking clue whether or not he’s even into it so you’ll just stop and walk away

And he kind of just doesn’t acknowledge any of what happened??? For like a week???

You’re aggravated and confused. (Told ya)

It takes you both a long time to navigate through your relationship

It doesn’t help that you can’t just…talk it out?

It’s all trial and error, but eventually you have a pretty domesticated relationship

He’s like a cat that is gone all day but comes home to you when he wants a nap

Freddy Krueger

Much like Otis, Freddy is a nasty fuck

And it would be hard for me to believe that your relationship isn’t prodominately about sex

We all know the backstory of Fredster and he’s not afraid to take what he wants

Very little boundaries

He’d go after nearly anyone who you come into contact with

It’s like a game to him

You’d honestly have to be just as batshit crazy as this guy

He really appreciates the element of surprise

Taking a bath? Now, you’re getting raw dogged at 3am, water splashing out of the tub

Trying to take an exam or you’re waiting in line at the DMV? He’s fucking with your mind the entire time

Walking down the hallway, trying to get a glass of water? BOO! Now he’s laughing his ass off at how much of a pussy you are

Charles Lee Ray/Chucky

Chucky is genuinely kind of an asshole

And I don’t think you’d change that

Buuuuut, that’s kind of what attracts most people to him right?

He’s kind of new to these feelings toward you

And it really fucks with his ego

Internalized homophobia anyone?

It’ll take time and patience for this guy

But I think it’ll be worth it in the end

He’d steal you all kinds of cool stuff

Plus, Chuck’s a total switch and I think it’d be fun to finally take him down a peg in the bedroom

Bubba Sawyer

Such a sweet baby

Please don’t ever hurt him

Bubba would bring you flowers and little trinkets he made from bone constantly

When he first meets you and wants to impress you, he makes sure to fix up his mask realll nice with his favorite lipstick and wears his best clothes

Even now that you’re his, he still just wants to make you happy and make sure that you know he’s putting in effort because he cares ya know?

Constantly needs reassurance from you

As much as he likes giving you affection and gifts, he nearly cries when you do those things for him!!!

Please spoil that man!

Loooves listening to music! Chop Top, Bubba, and you almost always spend your nights together listening to the radio

From everything I’ve read online as well as some choice scenes from the movies, I’m a full believer in the fact that not only is Bubba 100% pan and open to alllll kinds of lovin’, but he also has the biggest oral fixation known to mankind!!!

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is a very different man than Bubba

He’s more rough with you and has full knowledge of what he’s doing

Definitely knows his size and will pick you up whenever he pleases

At the end of the day, he makes the rules

Doesn’t mean you can’t persuade him to do things that you want to do though

You’ll just have to make it up to him so he won’t be in a foul mood

Is a bit awkward with things

Especially around his family

I’ve said this already but Thomas definitely grabs things off of victims that he thinks you’d like!!!

Will probably try to wrap the items up! Will probably fail!

Nubbins Sawyer

Nubbins is such a cutie!!!

He loves you so much

I’ve said this before too, but Nubbins would definitely have a box full of photos he took of his S/O

He treasures them the absolute most

You know those little cute polaroid walls? He def has one of pictures of you and him

He’s also the most likely out of all the slashers to have a Pride flag hung up

He’s also an absolute handful.

Expect to wake up alone pretty often, because this dude just wants to take impromptu trips throughout Texas allllll the time

Sometimes you go with though

As he picks up cool roadkill from the side of the road, you pick up cool plants and maybe a lizard

As far as sex goes, he’s an absolute goof

He’s just so excited to have someone who wants to do these things with him

Lots of laughter

The Collector

Definitely a bit of a strange one

Literally. Stranger danger.

He first met you at a wildlife museum

And he just kept following you around

He even started targeting people that looked like you?

He just wanted the body parts to add to his collection

Without having to ruin the original

Eventually, he would kidnap you and lock you in his own personal “museum”

He’d show you his pieces every time he completed one

He’d bring you your favorite foods though which is nice

Then he’d watch you from the security cam he set up in your room

Brahms Heelshire

Such a needy boi

He likes to watch you

Secretively, in the walls

Orrr just sitting across from you, cross legged

You could be changing or you could be reading/watching TV

It doesn’t matter.

He’s always so infatuated by you

I really wish I could get behind the idea that Brahms is a huge sub and would call you daddy

But I just can’t???

He likes to have control.

There’s no way he’d want to give that up

You essentially have to trick him into doing anything around the house

So enjoy being his slave

The Other 

I guess this kind of depends on how far your relationship has been established

You probably started off as neighbors or maybe just acquaintances that ran into each other at the grocery story every once in awhile

I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say that he appreciates a good age gap and has more than enough experience with the opposite sex *wink* 

def a bi boi

His attraction to you didn’t go far beyond sexual at first, but then he seen how well you interacted with his daughter and that’s what broke him

I swear it’s like he has two personalities

When he’s out with you and your guys’ daughter, he’s a typical suburban husband/dad

Has a retirement plan, pays the bills, works his ass off in an average blue collar job, drinks beer with the bois and complains about your nagging

Also brags about how good you are to him and has no shame in his game

Purely domestic

But then??? When it’s just you two, it’s like a switch goes off where he doesn’t need to put on the act

He controls every aspect of you and your body; much like Brahms, he won’t be able to give up his control

He’s an absolute dom

Christian Grey ain’t got shit on what’s in his garage.

#slashers headcanons #slashers x reader #slashers #brahms heelshire x reader #the collector x reader #The Other x reader #bubba x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #otis driftwood x reader #freddy krueger x reader #michael myers x reader #chucky x reader #chop top x reader #nubbins x reader

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Hey, I hope you're doing well! I am super loving your blog so far B) would you be open to how Bubba, Jason and Brahms would react to someone messing with or trying to hurt their s/o?

Hello! Yes, Anon, I love you so much!!!!! Since you’re so sweet and it’s only three, I’m gonna give you some ficlets!! I hope you enjoy!

SOMEONE’S BOUTTA DIE TONIGHT

Bubba: There was more meat around.. Nubbins had told him that he had to go take care of them. Bubba had put you in y’all’s room to keep you safe as he went off to do his job for the family. The day had gone by quickly, most of the intruders now dead, only one left. The man had run back to the Sawyer farmhouse, Bubba having momentarily lost sight of him.

Bubba’s anxiety continued to spike as he searched, looking in vain for the man, hoping he could find him before Drayton found out that one got away. Eventually, he had to give up and began to make his way back to the house, whining pitifully.

Bubba had brought you to y’all’s room to keep you safe. You knew the drill by now and sat back in the bed and began to read, hoping Bubba would finish up soon. The day went by and you continued to read, ignoring the sounds that came from outside your room. That is, until you heard the door slam and footsteps frantically run up the stairs. Nubbins was usually really excited after a day like this, so you tried to get back to your book, until your door slammed open and a disheveled, bloody man burst in.

You both stared at each other before you began to scream, hopefully catching the attention of your family. The man ran over, grabbing you and placing a hand over your mouth. “Shut up!! They’ll hear us! I’m not gonna hurt you!!” He hissed, pulling you off of the bed and towards the closet to hide. 

Frantically you pulled his hand away, letting out another screech, “Bubba!!! Bubba he’s in he-” You were cut off as the man grabbed a flower vase that was on the dresser and smashed it against your head. 

“Shit, you’re one of them! Crazy bitch!!” He growled, grabbing one of the shards left of the vase and putting it against your neck, blood dripping down your head as you dazily blinked up at the ceiling. 

That’s when you heard it: A squealing, rage filled noise as your savior burst into the room, revving his chainsaw. The man didn’t even have time to gasp before he was being cut in half, Bubba’s rage filled noises drowning out the noise of the chainsaw. 

There was practically nothing left of the man before Bubba stopped, dropping the chainsaw and gathering you up in his arms, sobbing worriedly as he took you to Drayton to patch you up, despite your daze-filled replies that you were okay. 

After that day, Bubba kept you in the attic with Grandpa and Grandma with a lock on the door so no one would hurt you again, not that you minded. The lighting was better up there anyways. 

Jason: Jason was against it completely when you said you wanted to take a part of the new summer camp that was attempting to use the grounds. What if they hurt you or bullied you? You couldn’t trust those people! Being as stubborn as you are, you didn’t budge, eventually telling him that you were volunteering if he agreed or not. 

You both were pretty heated, and when you packed your things to move into one of the cabins for the weeks you’d be there, you both weren’t happy with one another. Eventually you tried to forget about it, having fun, but Jason.. Jason watched you. There wasn’t a moment you were alone, his fear for you outweighing his anger. 

Whenever the counselors would leave posts, you’d be there to pick up the slack. When they talked about who they liked, you’d taper off and change the subject. When they talked about Jason and the tales they had heard.. You’d stand up for him. Things went great and the camp was drawing to a close. People were getting ready for bed and as you headed back to your cabin for the night, you heard noises coming from the dock. You stopped and headed over, Jason’s story playing over in your head as you quickly made your way to the lakeside. 

That’s when you saw it. The ‘head honcho’ of the counselors along with her lackeys. With your things. You make a strangled noise as you run up to them, just as they threw the last of your stuff into the water. “Hey!! Why would you do that?!” You yelled, kneeling down and managing to grab a few of your clothes that were floating around. 

“Oh, well.. Seeing how much you stick up for that freak of a legend Jason, we figured you’d like to be closer to him~!” The leader laughed, looking down at you like you were a disgrace. 

“So you’re gonna do this just because I try to look at things differently? What the hell is wrong with you?!” You spat, standing back up and getting into her face. Obviously that was the wrong choice. 

With a disgusted noise, she shoved you, and then you were falling into the water below. 

By the time you resurfaced, the leader’s head was gone and one of the lackeys was disemboweled, the third screaming bloody murder before that too was cut off. You made a noise as you pulled yourself back onto the deck, standing to your full height as you ignored the carnage and took in Jason. 

You smiled softly and rushed over to him, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. “Thank you, darling.. But don’t you think you went a bit overboard?” You ask as you look back at the three bodies. 

Without saying a word he made his way over to the corpses and kicked them into the water before starting to walk away, you still securely in his arms. 

“You were right earlier, Jason.. I missed you.” You hummed happily. 

Brahms: ‘It was just the garbage disposal.. Who needed that?’ Brahms thought huffedly as he watched you as you talked to someone on the phone. He had tried to do something for you for once and accidentally got a fork stuck in there.. and then tried to grind it away instead of just grabbing it out of the disposal. Now someone is going to have to come to the manor and fix it, which Brahms was very much against. 

You sighed as you hung up, giving the man child a pitying look. “They’ll be here in about an hour, Brahmsy. Just make sure you’re hidden before they come in.” You said, pulling him down to give him a kiss on his mask. Usually it was off.. but he was officially pouting so the mask was back on, like it was when you first started dating. 

With a huff, Brahms stomped off to do something else as y’all waited for the plumber. You watch him leave before going to start on lunch for the two of you, rolling your eyes. That boy sometimes.. 

When the plumber got there, Brahms was safely hidden away in the walls, you were sure watching the man’s every move. You lead the plumber to the kitchen and explain how you got a fork stuck in the garbage disposal. You thanked the man as he began to look at it, before walking to the living room to read aloud.

It didn’t take too long for the disposal to get fixed and soon you were back in the kitchen, writing a check for the plumber as he chatted with you. “So.. Just you in this big house, eh? Seems lonely, don’t it?” He said, looking around the large kitchen.

“O-Oh, yeah, I suppose.. It’s not too bad, though.. The walls hold enough stories to keep me company.” You chuckled, holding out the check for him to take. 

“Well, ya know, I could always take ya someone comfier..” He suggested as he grabbed onto the check, raising an eyebrow at you, making you grimace. 

“Oh, uh.. For your sake, I’m gonna have to decline..” You try, beginning to head to the front door. 

“Ohh, come on, don’t be like that.. I’ll let this one go free if you give me a shot.” He tried, grabbing your hand and making you turn to look at him again. 

“Sir, please, you better let go o-” You start before you hear banging coming from all around you. Shit.. “You better leave..!” You spat as you tried to drag him to the door, but he stayed where he was. 

“What the fuck is that??” He muttered, still not letting you go. 

You saw Brahms before the man did, Brahms having slipped out from behind, punching the man hard in the ear. With a cry, the man dropped to the floor, his nails scratching your hand, causing you to gasp out. 

Brahms whipped his head to you, only to find your hand bleeding slightly and his eyes darkened. “You hurt S/O...” He ground out in his child voice, before dropping down and wrapping his large hands around the man’s throat. 

“Brahms, it’s nothing, you don’t have to kill him!” You cry, trying to push him away from the gasping plumber. It was no use.. Soon you had a dead man on the floor and an angry one grumbling and pouting as he, this time accidentally, cut off your airflow. 

“Brahms, you didn’t have to kill him!” You huffed, crossing your arms. “My hand already stopped bleeding.” You explained, trying to pull away from the absolute child you were dealing with. 

Ugh, there was no way Brahms was letting you be in a room alone for like a month now.. At least the garbage disposal was fixed again.. 

#Bubba #Bubba Sawyer #Jason #Jason Voorhees #Brahms #Brahms Heelshire #tw: death #tw: killing #i really liked this one so I hope you do too!! #ficlet

[choptop-sawyer]

The Sawyer Boys with a Tomie-esque S/O (Part 1)

TW for Body Horror, Death, Paranoia

As someone who is in love with Junji Ito manga, I felt morally obligated to make this. For those of you who aren't familiar with Tomie, here's the rundown of what an s/o who has her powers would be like.

They would have an aura about them that makes people obsessed and enthralled with them, the nature of the obsession can be anything from extreme devotion to intense hatred. With the case of Tomie, the obsessed usually started out devoted, but came to despise her.

Extreme regenerative abilities. Tomie has been shown to be able to respawn from intense injuries and mutilations, even fatal ones. Even a drop of blood or a fiber of hair was sufficient enough for her to regenerate. Even organs transplanted into other humans would eventually take over their host, turning them into Tomie.

Pictures of the s/o always came out blurry and distorted, often horrifyingly so.

Regeneration can be aided by the consumption of human flesh.

The only way to stop them from regenerating is to burn every single part of them.

Without further ado, let's get on with it.

Bubba

You were a victim, traveling alone when you encountered the Sawyers.

You had just appeared like a mirage, walking the road with the heat shimmering around you. When Bubba saw you, he approached slower than usual with his chainsaw, just in case you weren't real. You didn't seem real, that was true, but when you turned around and faced Bubba with not a trace of fear in your eyes, the intensity drove home to him that indeed, you were flesh and blood.

Bubba was immediately smitten with you, he thought you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

There's just something so compelling about you, dangerously magnetic in your charm.

He begs with Drayton to let you live, ignoring the sharp rebukes and blows delivered by Drayton's broom. The important thing was to plead for your life.

(More under cut)

Drayton concedes once he sees that you'll be no issue to feed. You don't mind eating human flesh, rather, you have a strange enthusiasm when it comes to the meals at the Sawyer house.

Bubba doesn't think anything of your voraciousness, he's just happy enough that you're allowed to live with him. Nevermind the wary glances Drayton gives you when you stare at something with that gleaming look in your eyes, nevermind the way the twins treat you like you're a poisonous snake, you're Bubba's love.

Now that he thinks about it though, he can't recall the last time the twins were ever scared of a person...

Unlike the others in the house, who's mistrust curdled to downright hate over time, Bubba remains ever devoted. You love him too, he thinks.

Then there comes that horrible day when a victim got to you. Bubba arrived too late.

He's devastated by your death, wailing like his heart is being torn from his chest. His brothers comfort him, but secretly, they're glad you're gone. There was just something too malignant about your presence.

Unfortunately for them, you don't stay away long...

Bubba was there when your corpse began mumbling, little growths forming from your wounds. It was truly horrifying when more of you began to generate, and the others wanted to burn you.

But to Bubba? He's just glad to have you back. No matter if you look a bit different than before.

Nubbins

When Nubbins hitched a ride, he met you.

You were sitting in the passenger seat, pointedly silent, perhaps due to the agitated mood of the man driving the car.

Nubbins didn't care about the tense mood in the car, he went in and chattered about his interests anyway. You turned around in your seat to talk to him, and once he saw those bewitching eyes, it was all over for him.

His speech becomes more and more sloppy, his stutter getting worse, but he's trying to impress you. Whenever you smile at what he says, his heart skips a beat.

The man driving seems to get more and more angry the longer you two talk, and eventually he violently pulls the car over to the side of the road and tells Nubbins to get out.

Nubbins isn't happy about that at all, not only is he missing out on a ride, but that means he has to leave you.

The man just pulls him out, then whispers in his ear. "Don't trust them. The world will be a better place once it's rid of them, believe me."

Nubbins doesn't notice the man's fearful expression, or the gaunt look of his face, like he's been drained. All he sees is you in the car window, mouthing, "help me".

Well, Nubbins doesn't give two shits about what the man is saying. He kills him, slashing his razor blade across his throat.

You come out from the car, and surprisingly, embrace him. Nubbins goes rigid when your arms wrap around him, shocked.

Nubbins learns that the man was your ex, and had kidnapped you to kill you. Nubbins feels like quite a hero right now.

You and him go back to the house, along with the man's body. Nubbins doesn't want Drayton to know about you, so he hides you in his little tent way out on the property.

It seems like a force of nature, he becomes more and more fascinated with you everyday. He takes pictures of you, but there's something off about them.

Your face is always distorted and smeared in them, skin stretched taut and grotesque. Nubbins tries to pass it off as a dirty camera lens, or him moving too fast, but with the more pictures he takes of you, the harder it is to ignore.

He hides the pictures away in a box, hoping to put those odd visions behind him.

And yet, sometimes when he looked at you at the edge of his vision, your face had warped into that strange growth he had captured on camera. And the second face glared at him, threatening him with something he was very, very afraid of, though he didn't know what.

Soon, it became all he could see if you. And even worse, there were more. All sneering, wrinkled, faces, growing out of your lovely one like fungus creeping on a log. It was too much. He knew what he had to do.

Sure, you screamed a little bit, and bled even more, but Nubbins had rid you of your other face! Why are you so still? Don't you want to thank him?

After a few days, you do finally begin to move, but not naturally. As if something in you is pushing at the surface of your skin, waiting to break through.

Nubbins loves you to death, but as it seems, death isn't an option for you.

#horror tag 2 #my writing #tcm #texas chainsaw #texas chainsaw massacre #slashers #slasher fandom #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #tomie #tomie junji ito #junji ito tomie #body horror tw #body horror #death tw #bubba sawyer #bubba sawyer x reader #leatherface #leatherface x reader #nubbins sawyer #nubbins sawyer x reader #imagines #headcanons

[slasherbeachbitch]

Could I please get Bubba being surprised by his s/o creating a little sanctuary for them? As in they realized he'd been living in the basement and found it unacceptable because he deserves better, so they put together a cozy room for him.

     Alright not sure how good this is, but I kind of liked it personally. Also sorry it was a little on the long side for the wait, I was having a sleepover at a friend’s house and I typically write fics on my computer.

 The creaky sound of stairs alerted you to his presence first, with his beefy body alerting every mouse in a 5-mile radius scurrying off into the damp darkness of the Sawyer basement. You paid no mind though, save for a small smile and hummed to let your partner know you acknowledged his presence.

Currently, you were making the bed, springs that stuck up and spiderwebs making the task harder than it had to be, trying to avoid a puddle that formed due to a leaking pipe nearby.

Bubba gave a giddy giggle as he wrapped his gigantic warm arms around your mid-section. While his happiness warmed your heart, this was getting a little ridiculous to deal with.

You and Bubba had lived down here together for months and over time you had started to notice more and more that was wrong with your shared room. Mouse droppings led to rat corpses, the dankness and dampness caused you to suffocate at night due to how stuffy the air was, and don't start with the endless amount of boxes full of bones and old broken nick-nacks that Nubbins used for his "art projects."

You sighed and leaned back into Bubba, giving him a tired smile, staring into his warm honeysuckle eyes. He deserved better than this dump you two were in. Better than all the filth and darkness that the basement offered.

"Hey there handsome, come here often?" You asked with a bit of mischief in your voice. He chortled and snorted, always pink when you called him handsome or used cheesy lines like that.

He snuggled into you even more, and if you both could you would just curl up back into bed together, but sadly chores had to be done and both of you were wasting daylight.

You shrugged him off gently and told him to get back to work so you both didn't get in trouble with Drayton causing him to sigh and saunter off dejectedly like a sad little puppy. Frowning, you gave a small sigh and started to form a plan that would probably take a little bit, but with some determination and elbow grease, you could get it done in a week.

You were a little off in your calculations and instead of your plan taking a week, it took two and a half. But you'd finally finished what you named Operation: Give New Room. It wasn't exactly clever, but you were never one for naming things.

Every chance you got you were cleaning out the upstairs storage room, shuffling things around and shooing your boyfriend away when he tried to get a sneak peek of your work. You'd knit and paint, and fix any piece of furniture you thought would make the room look better.

Then the grand reveal came.

"Oh, Honeyplum! Can you come up here for a minute? I have a surprise!" You called out to Bubba who was downstairs in the kitchen making lunch for everyone. Within a matter of moments, you heard him excitedly barreling up the stairs, a skip in his step.

You halted him and glanced at him with glee before holding the door handle and asking, "Are you ready to see what I've been working on?" To which he nodded a little too hard, so much so that he might have his mask fly off of his face.

Then you opened it, and from his squeals, you knew he liked it.

From tip to toe the walls had murals painted on them of all the moments you shared together and little trinkets of things that you had given each other were tastefully scattered on the room. On the bed, there were two large knitted blankets, both in your favorite colors respectively. Lights hung up everywhere, a canopy of blinking multicolored bulbs blinking like fireflies around the room.

Everywhere you looked there were flowers, or stuffed animals, or just small cute things. And while on one hand, it looked like a manic pixie dreamland, you thought it would be enjoyable for the both of you to share.

"What do you think?" You looked over and eagerly awaited his reply, and his two arms wrapped around you and picked you up in a tight embrace, an onslaught of delighted squeaks and squeals filling your ears.

No more basement for either of you.

[devilgoat]

Blue Rare

Bubba Sawyer | Gender-Neutral Reader Fic, Lemon 

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You awoke to the smell of food.

The air was filled with rot, stale air, and harsh Texas sunlight that coated everything in a morning glow. And yet somehow the smell of food pierced through it all and your mouth began to fill up with saliva before your eyes had even opened.

Slowly, your eyelids peeled back. They took in the bright sunlight, and the muscles in your arms and legs stretched awake. You turned over in bed, struggling to wake yourself from your contentment. You were just about to fall back asleep when a gentle knock hit the door.

If it were just a fraction softer, you wouldn’t have heard at all. You pushed yourself up in bed and told whoever was behind the door to come in.

The door creaked open, and a large man walked through. Despite having stayed in the house for over a week now, it still shocked you to see the disorganized stitches of leathered skin pulled over Bubba Sawyer’s face. His mask was made from a person - or persons - you would never know, long dead for reasons you were only now struggling to understand.

After stumbling upon the Sawyer residence, you had found yourself face-to-face — or rather face-to-faces — with Bubba. Initial fear and anxiety transformed into pity, which in turn shifted into genuine affection. Bubba was in need of a friend, and maybe even something more. You had various chances to leave, it’s not like you were trapped or being held against your will. But you chose to stay. And it really wasn’t so bad.

Most mornings began with Bubba bringing you downstairs to the dining room to have breakfast with his family: Drayton, Nubbins, and Grandpa. They were each a character in their own right. Drayton was in charge. That was obvious. Bubba and Nubbins lived in fear of his beatings and patronization, but you noticed the slow fade of this the longer you spent in the house. He still told everyone what to do and when to do it, but he was much less likely to bring out a broomstick to get them “motivated”. It’s like if he were on good behavior because of you. However, with Drayton’s more lax behavior, Nubbins began to act out more frequently. Hyperactive, erratic, and full of neurotic energy, Nubbins was always bouncing off the walls. If he were in the room and wasn’t speaking then you knew something was wrong. He was rarely seen without a camera hanging off his neck, and he would occasionally snap photos of you when you least expected it.

Grandpa was a completely different story. At first, you thought he was a corpse, a mummified, shrunken body that they occasionally carried down from one of the rooms upstairs. But then it moved. It was rare, and only around the sight of fresh, bloody meat, of which the Sawyers dined on occasionally, but it was unmistakable. Somehow, it — he, was alive. While you had your own feelings about the others, Grandpa was the one you could barely handle being around.

And then there was Bubba. Sweet, sweet Bubba.

He had entered the room with a rusted over metal tray of food. It seemed like he didn’t want you to be around his family at the moment, and it was probably for a good reason. Bubba always piled the plates as high as he could, as if he worried you would somehow starve if you didn’t have such a full, hearty meal. The kicker was that each meal was the most delicious food you had ever had up until that moment. Bubba was a gifted cook — no, he was a chef, a full-blown chef. And while it wasn’t exactly fancy, its taste always blew you away.

You perked up at the sight of him, partially because it meant food, but mostly because it was him. Your heart fluttered and your body was suddenly surging with energy.

“Good morning, Bubba,” croaked your rusty throat, heavy with sleep.

He came close and set the tray on your lap. With a closer look, you saw that there was a second plate on it, one for each of you. He whined a little bit, unable to formulate words the way you did, but you had your own form of communicating. You had taken a college course in American Sign Language, and you remembered enough to be able to teach him a bit of it. He signed “good morning”, something you had been practicing together for the last few days.

Bubba seemed a bit eager to meet you this morning, and he pointed at the food over and over, signing, “eat”.

“Alright, alright,” you chuckled. “Join me, though.” And he obeyed. He sat next to you and took his own plate. You ate in relative, comforting silence. The only sound came from the birds outside, the generator running in the distance, and the voices and shouts that echoed from downstairs. And once you began to eat, there was no stopping you. Each bite was pure bliss, and you ate up every bit that you could. Bubba was likewise voracious, and you wondered if he truly tasted how wonderful the food was, or if he was just used to it by now.

You set down your knife and fork and sighed in contentment. “Bubba, that was seriously wonderful,” you smiled at him. “As always, of course. You’re such a great cook!” You could see the hint of red underneath his mask as he blushed. But your praise wasn’t done just yet. Despite his hand trying to shoo you and your praises away, you insisted. You put your plate aside and scooted closer. Your hand came up and gripped his shoulder. “You’re so good, Bubba.” Your smile was soft, but he was softer.

Bubba made a low, whining sound, as if he were trying to refuse your compliment, but actually greatly enjoyed it. His hands moved his plate to put on top of yours before quickly returning to his thighs, where they began to slap them lightheartedly in his excitement. He began to bounce, and his entire body was becoming lost in his eagerness. But you knew that your praises could work for other things as well. You glanced down at his pants and noticed the small bulge that pressed up against them.

It took all your strength to hold back both yourself and your smile.

“And you know what a good job means, right, Bubba?”

He clapped his hands on his thighs again and signed eat once more.

“That’s right!” You nodded. And then Bubba settled into his routine. You had learned over the past week that Bubba thrived on routines, as well as rewards. It was his idea at first, and you were more than excited about it.

Bubba quickly got up from the bed and settled down on his knees in front of you. His large, chubby hands pulled down the zipper of your pants with a gentle touch you never would have expected from a man his size.

With eager hands and with some of your help, he pulled down your pants enough to expose your entirety to him. Bubba squealed just at the sight of you. While his eyes stared and his lips ran across his crooked teeth, you noticed how his hand remained in the sign for “eat”, and instinctually approached his mouth to complete the sign. His bulge had begun to strain against the front of his pants, but still wasn’t at its peak.

You parted your legs slightly and kicked off one leg of your pants so that Bubba could press his face against you. He was on you immediately, his tongue trailing it’s wet self along your length, and his plump lips pressed and sucked against your sensitive skin. As a creature of habit, Bubba began the start of his routine. First, his lips did their work.

They started at the head of your length, slowly rubbing their soft skin against the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands gripped the sheets next to you. His lips puckered around your head and sucked. You let out a quick moan and your hips bucked against his face. Greedy lips continued their movement on your skin. They puckered and kiss and pulled lightly against you. It was enough to make you leak. That was when Bubba knew that it was time for his tongue.

It slipped past his gnarled, sharp teeth and slid from the base of your length to the very tip. You could feel the rounded edges of his taste buds as they rubbed themselves against your flesh as his slobbery tongue left a trail of saliva behind. Long licks of his tongue traveled up and down your heat. His pace changed from agonizingly slow to painfully quick within seconds. It was if he wanted every part of you on his tongue as possible.

One long trail began at the bottom of you, and then slowly traveled up to the bundle of nerves that throbbed and thumped against his mouth. His tongue began to swirl around, reaching every cell of your saliva-coated skin. Bubba licked up every single drop of you that he could. His tongue hungrily lapped at you until he leaned his head forward and pressed his entire face against you. He was deep between your thighs. His tongue continued to circle your nerves until it began to descend once more. You could hear his muffled breathing and felt the hot air stick to the inside of your thighs. His hands snaked themselves between your legs and pushed them farther apart. The very tip of his tongue teased and prodded your heat until he settled on your entrance. His tongue circled it, begging to be let in.

Your hands tore themselves from the sheets of the bed to the back of his head. Your fingers twisted through clumps of dark, wavy hair that once belonged to someone else. The top of you rested against his face. While his tongue prodded at your entrance and slowly pressed itself inside of you, his unbearably soft lips pressed against your sensitive skin. His mouth was some kind of creature that seemed specially made for this sort of thing, and your moans reminded you of your own duties.

“Oh, Bubba,” you moaned. “That’s so good. More. More.” Your words shifted from breathless moans to commands. “More, Bubba. Make me cum. Be a good boy.” The hand on the back of his head squeezed and pushed him closer into you, and he let out a low squeal from your praise. His tongue worked into overdrive as it pushed itself into your depths and explored every single bit of you that it could. He consumed you in body and soul.

Bubba’s tongue occasionally removed itself from you in order to flick itself across your length. But your hand always guided him back to where you wanted him. To where you needed him.

Finally, his entire mouth acted as one, and all you could feel were the waves of pleasure that flowed from your groin and out your fingertips like numb static.

You felt it, deep in your core. It started low, like a hum, but it steadily built itself up, stacked on top of each other, and reached its peak as your hands pulled Bubba in as deep as he could go. Your hips bucked into his face as you came on him. Your juices spread across his lips and surged into his mouth as he licked and swallowed as much as he possible could from you.

“Eat up, good boy.” He didn’t remove himself until he had slid his tongue from top to bottom and only his saliva remained. Spit and cum glistened on his lips. His thick tongue shot out and cleaned up the last remaining drops of your juices. Small whimpers escaped those beautiful lips. Bubba looked up at you as if expecting something, and he was. He waited for you final praise. As you were able to feel more of your senses come back to you, you placed a hand on his cheek.

“That was very good, my sweet boy. You made me so proud.” He squealed in excitement and got up from his knees. As he stood, you could see that his erection was at full attention as it groaned and strained against the fabric of his pants.

Perfect.

Before he could make another move, you stopped him and asked him to sit down on the bed. Of course he obeyed. The tent in his pants was now all the more obvious. You got up from next to him and stood in all your pant-less glory.

“Stay still. No touching.”

Slowly, every so painfully slowly, you crept up to his lap and settled on top of his large bulge. Your entrance and groin were still slightly damp from his tongue, and you sat comfortably with your entirety pressed between his stomach and his crotch. Slowly once more, you began to grind your hips against his obvious erection. You could feel his calming warmth emanating from his pants, and your own quivering and twitching warmth slid across it. You watched his eyes as you did so. They were glued to you, slowly brushing over your frame, and heavy-lidded with lust.

Your tempo was slowly increasing. Bubba’s lips parted, and hot, heavy breaths left his throat in a slow rhythm. On instinct, his hands rose to tug at your flesh and pull you down onto him. When you noticed, you gently pushed his hands away. In a breathy moan you told him to stay still, and this time he obeyed. His fingers flowed through the sheets of the bed and began to claw and rake at the soft fabric.

Meanwhile, the thin layers of fabric that separated both of your throbbing, pulsating heat was just enough friction to cause you to twitch from overstimulation. You could feel the damp wetness from inside Bubba’s pants beginning to soak through and stick against the inside of your thigh.

But just as his breath began to quicken and his fingers tugged at the sheets on the bed, you stopped.

Bubba immediately bucked up against you, easily lifting your full weight with hips alone. He groaned and his brow furrowed behind his mask. His hands shot up once more to grab you, to knead you, but you pushed him away.

“No, no, no, Bubba,” you wagged a finger. “These are the rules for today. And if you can’t follow them, well, then you’ll be punished.”

He whined at first, obviously upset. But after a few moments he signed, why? To which you responded: “Because good boys get rewarded and bad boys don’t. Which are you going to be today?”

His shoulders slumped and his chin fell to his chest. A good boy, he signed. He obviously wasn’t happy, but you wanted to test his limits, and he would be appropriately rewarded. Bubba’s head shot up. How long?

“Well, how about until the end of the day?” As soon as the last word left your mouth, Bubba let out a hard huff and shook his head. The curls of his black hair bounced from side to side. You felt his thick fingers dig into the flesh and muscle of your thighs. But before he could get too strong of a grip on you, you pushed away and stood in front of him. He gazed up at you, his mouth agape and his dark eyes twinkling with wonder.

“First rule for today,” you scolded. “No touching me unless I tell you to. Second rule: no touching yourself either.” You pointed at the large bulge in his pants that refused to disappear. Bubba groaned and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He rolled his eyes so hard you worried that they were going to fall back into his head. If it weren’t for your effort in being serious, you would’ve burst out laughing at his juvenile reaction.

While obviously pouting, Bubba stood up next to you, his erection still pulsing against his pants. At his full height, he was a full head taller than you. He was tall and beefy in just the right ways. The pudge in his arms, thighs, and stomach hid the thick strength in his limbs.

Fine, he signed, now, chickens.

“Chickens? What do you mean?”

Help me. Chickens.

Despite the gaps in his vocabulary, you quickly realized what he meant to say. After making a mental note to have another sign lesson today —you were pretty sure you still had lesson plans in your luggage under the bed — you figured that Bubba meant you were going to help him with the construction of a new chicken coop today.

Bubba had a few chickens. Usually, they were locked up in tiny cages throughout the house, but Bubba had always been meaning to make them a proper coop. Drayton was always against it, his reasoning being that it would be a waste of time for what he only saw as food, but Bubba saw things differently. They were more than food, and even more than pets. They were his friends. They cuddled up to him and fed right out of his hand. The chickens trusted him that much. He had given them names as well, or at least tried to. His names for them came out as garbled moans and groans, but you had hoped the more signs you taught him, that he would eventually be able to tell you their names.

After learning most of the alphabet, Bubba let you know that their names were Peach, Apple, and Banana. The boy really did love his food.

And now the chickens needed a new coop. Now out of their cages, and with your presence adding some courage to Bubba’s large frame, he fought for a place to house them. Drayton tolerated the plea, but he told Bubba that he would have to be the one to do it, and that he would make no effort to help him. Bubba felt defeated, as if there was no hope now without Drayton’s support, but you told him you’d help with it. Bubba struggled to explain that it was hopeless without Drayton’s approval, but you said fuck it, why not? And told him you two would do it anyways. Bubba hopelessly moved his hands and fingers, jumbling them up in strange combinations that made no sense before you calmed him.

Communication was slowly becoming easier. You and Bubba studied your materials, and he was a very quick learner. For some reason, Bubba was unable to speak. He wanted to, and it was obvious that his words were buried right behind his tongue, but they were never able to come out just right. The closest he had gotten was his panicked gibberish whenever Drayton raised his voice at him. But now it was as if a whole new world had opened up for him. He was incredibly eager to learn, and sometimes, when you woke up in the middle of the night and turned over, you could see his hands arranging themselves in the dim light and shadows into different words and phrases.

Your heart ached for him.

“Alright, Bubba,” you smiled. “I’ll help with the chickens.” The sight of your smile made his own spring onto his face. He was excited now, which was obvious by the gentle slapping of his hands against his thighs. He waited for you to get ready before following you out the door. You took the creaky steps down, making sure not to look into the open door where Grandpa sat. Knowing that what sat in the chair was somehow still alive sent repulsed shivers down your spine.

Downstairs, it was oddly quiet. Both Nubbins and Drayton seemed to be out, and an uncharacteristic peacefulness fell over the house. It felt like you could breath again. You stopped at the foot of the stairs. You were wondering where the coop’s construction materials were when you felt Bubba’s thick chest press against your back.

He clearly wanted to touch you, to use you up, and as much as you were tempted to have him right then and there–no matter how uncomfortable to creaky floorboard were–you took a breath and stepped out of his way. Bubba’s shoulders heaved with desire, but he obeyed you as if his life depended on it.

You followed him out the front door and around the side of the house. You nearly tripped over the thick bushels of weeds and tall grass the way.

Around the back of the house was some land that had been flattened a few days before, but weeds had already started to grow through the dirt. You assessed the supplies that had been haphazardly placed against the wall of the house and tried to remember everything you had learned in shop class. College education was actually worth something at the moment, huh?

After a quick assessment, you told Bubba the plan and got to work. While you hammered some boards together for the coop, Bubba was responsible for setting up the wire fence that would encircle the area.

The hot Texan sun was bearing down on you without mercy. Sweat soaked through your clothes and dripped down your forehead as you hit nail after nail of wood together. You messed up a few times and cursed under your breath. And no matter how hard you tried to be quiet, Bubba would hear you. He would quickly drop what he was doing and come over to pat your back in comfort. No matter how upset you were, you could look into those kind eyes and calm yourself. You would give him a smile and both of you would get back to work.

But you would notice the lingering look he would give you as you bent over to nail down the boards for the ramp. The slight hardness in his pants was obvious, as well as the slight groaning sound as he watched you whack your hammer.

But it was almost done now, thankfully. You were exhausted and your mouth was dry. Bubba had finished the wire fence and was helping construct the last bit of the coop.

Finally, you were done.

It wasn’t perfect by any means. The nails were slightly uneven, and the boards weren’t uniform but it was something. It was something you had made with your own two hands and you were proud.

“I think it’s time for the chickens, Bubba.”

He nodded at you and quickly disappeared around the side of the house. You spent a few more minutes admiring your work by yourself when you heard faint clucking and squealing coming closer. Bubba had all three chickens in his arms and was squealing lightly because of their squirming and attempts to get out of his arms. Once inside the fence, he gently placed them down. The chickens immediately began to look around their new environment. Peaches was already pecking at the dirt, while Banana was searching the inside of the coop, and Apple was content with sitting exactly where she was.

Before you could say anything, Bubba got up and left once more. You shrugged to yourself and sat down in the dirt and watched the chickens. They were so cute that you could’ve watched them for hours. Each had their own personality and you admired them. Just as you were about to get up, you saw Bubba turn the corner. With a glass of sweet tea in each hand, he went over the fence and sat down on the dirt next to you.

Beads of sweat ran down the glass he held out to you, and you took it gratefully.

You tried not to chug it down too quickly, but the sweet taste soaked into your taste buds and made you crave more. Before you knew it, it was completely gone, and you let out a satisfied sigh. Bubba watched you in contentment, and when you turned to him he gave you a beautiful snaggle-toothed smile. Not smiling back was impossible.

The both of you sat on the warm ground and watched the chickens do their thing. Bubba took his time with his tea before he set it down. Eventually, the chickens retreated into the shade of their coop. You got up, quickly brushed the dirt from the seat of your pants, and went over to check to see how well they fit. You bent over and peaked in. Perfect. They had some room amongst the straw and grass left over so they could be comfortable. A sense of pride welled up inside of you as a sense of something behind you grew as well.

A soft warmth settled on your ass. You didn’t need to turn around to know that Bubba was settling his hard-on against you. You tried to straighten yourself up, but Bubba’s weight settled on you completely as his arms wrapped around your torso and his hips bucked against you. He had you bent over the coop, and his rhythmic brushes against you excited you faster than you thought it would.

His tight grip on you kept you in place, while his hardened cock strained against his pants. It caused obvious discomfort as one hand removed itself from around you and unzipped his pants. You heard the slight jingling of his belt as his pants fell around his ankles. His hand tore at your own, desperate to feel you against his cock. He was panting hard under the hot sun, and his sticky sweat soaked through the front of his shirt and onto your back.

You felt the length of his dick against you immediately. While not the longest, Bubba made up for it with girth and ferocity. With his hand, he slapped his cock against your soft flesh before he slid it between your cheeks. You felt the head of his cock probe at your entrance and you let out a deep moan.

The sound shook you out of your lust.

It seemed like Bubba believed that he needed his reward as soon as he finished with the coop. Oh how wrong he was.

“Bubba! Hold on!” Your voice was firm enough that Bubba immediately whimpered. He stopped his movements and removed himself right away. You both pulled up your pants, however before he could fasten his belt completely, you turned around and grabbed him by the tie.

“Bubba...” you muttered in a disapproving tone, “What did I tell you? Hmm?”

Bubba didn’t try to say anything. He simply looked down and stared at you holding his tie.

“Bubba!” You caught his attention. “I told you that there were rules. No touching until I tell you. Isn’t that right?”

He nodded.

“And you broke that rule.” Your voice was firm but quickly slipped into a harsh whisper. “You broke a rule which means you must be punished.” He whimpered, but you both noticed that his erection grew stronger than ever at the thought of what might come.

“Follow me. Now.” You tugged on his tie and led him back into the house.

There was still no sign of Drayton or Nubbins inside. With a short tug, you pulled Bubba farther into the house and up the stairs.

Once in your room, you ordered Bubba to stand by the bed. He held his head down and despite his massive size he seemed to shrink. You followed him and reached underneath the old, worn mattress. Amongst the dust bunnies and bits of bones and feathers, your fingers wrapped around the handle of your luggage.

When you had first arrived at the Sawyer house, your luggage was mixed amongst the bags and things of your traveling companions. They didn’t have any use for it anymore, unfortunately, so you had decided to look through their stuff to find some more clothes to wear. That’s when you discovered Lana’s “tool kit”. It was an entire luggage case full of sex toys, blindfolds, gags, whips, chains, you name it. After giving everything a thorough rinse and clean, you decided it was time to break one of the toys out. If Bubba wasn’t going to obey you, then he had to be punished. You had given rules as his dominant, and he had broken them.

He watched you dig through the suitcase’s contents until you found what you wanted. Standing up, you ordered Bubba to undress. He did so quickly and obediently. In a few moments he was naked and bare in front of you. Despite the heat, his body shivered and shook from anticipation.

“Get on your knees.”

The floorboards creaked underneath him as his head was at level with your torso. Using the leash you had grabbed from the suitcase, you circled the leather collar around his thick neck and wrapped the short leash around your hand.

You gave him a slight tug and Bubba let out a low moan as the collar tightened against his windpipe. During the course of several minutes, you tightened and loosened his collar. You watched as his face turned red from lack of air, and just as his tongue began to loll out of his mouth, you released and watched him gasp for air.

Soon, his mouth was open and constantly panting, no matter how tight the collar was. His eyelids were growing heavy, and a dreamlike quality rested on his face. You were content with this for now, but his punishment was not over.

“Stay,” you ordered.

You let go of the leash, and Bubba’s head fell to his chest. His raspy breath was the only sound other than the creak of floorboards as you returned to the suitcase. You rifled through it once more and found the slender black riding crop.

Your hand ran down Bubba’s chest as you picked up his leash once more. You stood over him, reveling in your power. With the leash around your wrist, you held the crop in your hand. You had never used one before, so you tried your first strike against Bubba’s thigh. It made a loud whack that freaked you out a bit, and Bubba’s flinch and moan added to it even more.

“Oh shit, are you okay, Bubba?”

He gave you a quick nod and signed yes. Then, more. You hid your smile from him and continued. You whipped at his thighs, his back, his ass. You hit him over and over until large welts began to form on all of his fleshy parts. You only moved on once an area was red and worn to your satisfaction. Both cheeks of his ass were as red as can be, and raised bumps of the crop sprouted up everywhere. You held on tightly to his leash, occasionally pulling hard at the strongest slap that you could make.

Whack after whack resounded through the air. Bubba was a moaning mess. He was drooling, his mouth hung open, and his cock twitched and jerked at every bit of sensation against him.

Bubba was becoming unraveled before your eyes. It was addicting.

Your returned to your position in front of him, and looked at his twitching, drooling cock stand firm. You leaned over slightly and gently ran the edge of the crop up his shaft. His body began to shake and his drool began to hit the floor underneath him. The flat edge of the crop rested on the exposed head of his dick and smeared his pre-cum. The crop slid down the bottom of his shaft, and with a quick flick of your wrist, you whipped his cock.

Bubba’s entire body shook with the sensation. His shoulders hunched, his cock jumped, and his throat let out a pained, ragged moan. His body fell forward until he was on his hands and knees. His hips bucked once, and a strained moan fell through grated teeth.

You were shocked for a moment. You didn’t realize it would affect him so much, but you were more than pleased. You used the opportunity to smack him on the ass a few more times for good measure. With a hand holding the leash back, pulling his head up, you put the crop down for a second and spanked him. Your palm stung from the force, but the redness of his cheeks was well worth it. Bubba’s moans flowed out freely. A pool of drool settled under him as it rolled down the corner of his mouth and onto the floor. Sweat rolled down his back. After a few strong spanks, you pulled on Bubba’s collar and brought his head up.

“Up,” you demanded, and Bubba resumed his position on his knees.

Now it was time for his...services. With the leash wrapped tightly around your wrist and hand, you pulled Bubba’s face close to you. A gentle hand brushed his cheek. His teary-eyed look sent pangs of sadness into your heart, but a much stronger chill through your spine and crotch. Your gentle hand pulled away and fiddled with the front of your pants. You pushed them down until they fell at your ankles. Your groin was pulsating from need.

Bubba’s eyes immediately locked onto the sight in front of him. His tongue shot out from between his lips and licked them in hunger. A croak escaped his throat. His hands rose to touch you, to feel you.

“No,” you smacked his hands away, “No hands. Only your mouth.” Bubba let out an excited whine. His cock bobbed from the strength of your words. His soft lips were on you without hesitation. Bubba’s lips were plump and full, and his eagerness resonated through their delicate flesh as they spread and rubbed against your thighs, your hips, your stomach, until they feel back down to between your legs. His tongue flicked past crooked teeth as it ran down your entire length. You felt a shiver flow through you, but you refused to let him know how much he was affecting you. At least for now.

Your hand fell behind his head and grasped at the dark, curly hair that bobbed with his movements. His entire mouth explored your length, his thick, heavy tongue gliding up and down before it ended with a circular twirl around you. Bubba let out a small huff before his entire mouth surrounded you. All you could feel was the intense, wet heat of his mouth. All you could think about was fucking his mouth as hard as you could. All you wanted was more and more and more. So much of you went into his mouth and onto his tongue.

It was becoming too much. Way too much. You felt a tension in the pit of your stomach and electricity flowed down through your groin onto each lick and touch of Bubba’s tongue. You grunted as you felt waves of pleasure flow through you.

He lapped eagerly, drinking up every bit of your juices that he could. You twitched and jumped as he milked your orgasm for as long as he could.

In that moment, you were incredibly grateful that you had the house to yourselves, for the long string of moans and screams echoed throughout the rooms and halls as you hit your crescendo. Both of your hands were around Bubba’s head, holding his lips, throat, and tongue in place as he swallowed up your juices as if he were a starving man in the desert.

He reached up to hold onto your legs to hold them in place, and you let him. You let him explore every inch of you until he was completely satisfied. And once he was, he pulled away from you, leaving your groin slick with saliva and the last remnants of your cum.

Bubba panted heavily, and his tongue struggled to settle inside of his mouth after all of its use. Your blank mind was slowly filling up once more. Your legs grew weak underneath you, but you were determined to finish things. Or rather, finish Bubba, in a sense. You took a step back and took in Bubba’s body in front of you.

His chest and shoulders were heaving from the strain. Grunts and puffs escaped from his throat as unintelligible words slurred out from him. His eyes began to roll to the back of his head. His head itself began to loll to the side. Sweat ran down his hairy body.

He was an image of pure submission.

His cock was standing at full attention. The head was turning darker in color from the strain of trying not to cum, while his shaft had a bright red mark where you had hit him with the riding crop.

It seemed like it didn’t register in his mind as you walked around him to pick up the crop once more. He was in a daze of sub-space pleasure. His knees were growing red from being on the hardwood floors for so long. The collar’s leash dangled over his chest.

With the crop placed carefully against his cheek and your voice as gentle as you could make it, you said, “Sit up straight, baby boy.”

Like a flip of a switch, Bubba straightened out his back. His eyelids were still slightly droopy over his eyes, but he was at complete attention. His strained breathing caused a surge of sadism to grow inside of you.

You led the crop slowly down his face to his neck, chest, stomach, and finally down to the base of his cock. With a painful, agonizingly slow movement of your wrist, you raised the crop to Bubba’s tip. His cock jumped and pulsed with desperation. A soft sigh escaped his lips as his chest shuddered with delight. It was pleasant for just a moment, and then you flicked your wrist.

The crop whipped roughly against the side of his cock. The sheer pain of it almost caused him to double over once more.

“Sit up straight,” you demanded. Bubba let out a harsh grunt that faded into a whimper. But he listened. His back straightened and his eyes focused on you. One look into his eyes and you knew he was pleased. Not only pleased, but was desperate for his release. You knew that he had never felt sensations quite like this before, and now he couldn’t live without it.

Light mumblings escaped his lips as he tried to form his words, but his exhaustion was too much for him. His hands raised and her pressed their closed fingertips together.

More.

More more more more.

He signed it over and over again. Bubba was moaning. Desperate. Terrified. Needy.

You reviled in his submission and expressed it through a nefarious smirk.

Whap!

Another slap of your crop against his cock. Bubba nearly screamed through gritted teeth. His cock throbbed from pain and pleasure. You waited for a moment so that he could compose himself. He let out gasping breaths before he signed more again.

Another whack. His cock was bright red from pain and he cried out in terrible agony. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. More.

“Beg.”

Bubba let out a desperate moan.

Please. More. Please please please. More. More. Please more.

Satisfied, you whipped his cock one final time. His cock jerked upwards only once before hot strings of cum erupted from inside. Bubba let out harsh, jagged moans as he fell over and his hands hit the floor with a solid thump. White streaked the wood underneath him. You leaned down and grabbed him by the leash, forcing him to look at you in the eyes as the last few pumps of cum oozed out from him.

Bubba’s eyes had glazed over in contentment. He trembled with pleasure. He was satisfied. As were you.

With honeyed words, you asked him to stand up. He obeyed.

You were by no means a short person, but Bubba towered above you and it felt like he could engulf you at any moment. But he was calm, obedient, and thankful like a lost puppy.

“That’s my boy,” you cooed, and kissed him on the lips.

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