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pythonees · 5 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ GUTS — johnny slaughter

WARNINGS: 18+, you're shorter than johnny in this (wiki says he's 6ft), f!soft-bodied!reader, sadistic!johnny (this man thrives off of other peoples pain he would enjoy it in bed too), light knife play, blood play, kidnapping, coercion, crying, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, creampie, typical tcm shit

A/N: please do not flag this for no reason, just block me. flagging my work as mature means it isn't seen by as many people in the tags when searched. Also!!!!, this is really long for no reason (4k words) AND I already have a multi part no slasher!AU in the works that's gonna be bordering on 10 chapters, knowing me it'll eternally be a wip tho...

Taking in a shaky breath, you hold it, willing the pounding of your heart to calm down as you listen for any movement around you. All you hear is the sounds of the forest, but still you sit and wait. You had been separated from the others that you had escaped with, though you suppose separated is the wrong word to use in this situation.

One of the girls that had been captured with you, a tall girl with matted brown hair and milky, bruise covered skin, had shoved you the second she had heard a noise from one of your kidnappers as they gained up on you. You had fallen down a pretty steep slope, thankfully lost in the heavy foliage that covered the ground and shrouded you instead of becoming the bait she wanted you to be.

It takes you more time than you would like to admit to get your bearings back, unable to see anything from under a bush. It hurts to breathe, and your vision is hazy from hitting your head on the way down. There's the sound of a too close chainsaw revving up above you, making the pounding of your head worsen, followed by the screams of the traitor that shoved you down the slope.

"Please, please, don't do this. I haven't done anything wrong!" She cries, as if she didn't just try to trade your life in for her own. You wince when you hear her scream again, drowned out by the chainsaw cutting through her flesh and blood splattering onto every nearby surface. The sound has your stomach curling, but a part of you feels that she had it coming for what she did to you.

When the stomping of the mask wearing man's feet are a distant, you allow yourself to breathe more comfortably, loosening up your death grip on the old piece of pipe you had grabbed as a weapon when you got out of your restraints. Your fingers ache, knuckles popping as they relax for the first time in what has felt like hours.

"That's what you get, twig ass bitch," you mutter under your breath. When your heart beat finally goes back to a more normal level, and you don't feel like you're about to shake out of your skin, you slowly drag yourself out from the brush, looking around the slowly darkening woods for a way to go.

Readjusting your grip on the pipe, you slowly make your way away from the chaos, hoping that they don't look down here for you.

You don't know where you're going or how far you've gotten, all you know is that you greatly regret putting on a skirt yesterday morning. Not only has it gotten caught on just about everything while you've been running for your life, but the humid Texas heat has caused your thighs to chafe something fierce, and it's starting to sting more than the cuts that litter your arms and torso.

Eventually, you find a shallow stream, and you quickly stumble your way to it. Dipping your fingers in, you sigh at the cool water against your sweaty skin. You carefully scoop some up into your hands, not wanting to make any noise as you press your face into your cupped hands.

There's a faint ribbon of red that you watch slowly get mixed into the water, and you dump it into the stream, watching it quickly disappear. You scoop up another cool batch of water, careful to keep any from spilling through your shaking fingers. It's as you're bringing your hands up to sip from the water that you feel all the hair on your body stand up on end, heart racing.

Looking into the trees, you slowly stand up, turning in place. You can't really see anything, but you know you're not crazy. You also know that you're absolutely fucked. The forest is not something you find yourself in often, or at all, really, and considering it borders onto these crazy fuckers property... they probably knew where you were the whole time.

You want to yell, to scream out your frustrations onto whoever it is that's following you. But your voice is dry, and even breathing has started to feel like too much, your voice cracking around the whispered words, "I-" you swallow roughly, eyes frantically looking around, "I know you're there."

You hear nothing around you, but you know. There are eyes on you. Just how close... you have no idea.

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes watering as you hop over the little stream. Taking another look around you and still finding nothing, you continue on your way.

Crickets jump around you as you carefully make your way to what you hope is safety, spooking you every time they jump in front of your vision. You're struggling for air as the mounting panic starts to cloud your senses, breaths coming in rushed puffs. Your heart is pounding in your ears, so loud that you don't hear the sound of someone walking behind you.

You let out a scream when the back of your shirt is grabbed and yanked, thrusting your elbow back as hard as possible and hitting them in the stomach. There isn't any give, a hard plane of muscle that probably hurts you more than them.

"Well! Look who we've got here!" The man says, a laugh coating his voice. His hand twists in your shirt, the collar of it tightening around your throat. With a rough yank your back is flush against his chest, and you catch the glint of his knife as he presses his fist into your stomach, the tip of the blade nicking the underside of your breast.

You hiss in pain, flinching away from the blade and bumping into his chest. The nearly too tight grip he has on your shirt disappears, but you aren't able to take a breath before that hand has come around to grip at your throat. The thick expanse of his calloused fingers press into your smooth skin, the pressure your neck a warning that has you freezing on the spot.

His fingers flutter, pressing into the sides of your throat, and the breathy sound you let out has both of you freezing in place. His chest pushes against your back as he takes in a deep breath, the exhale painting goosebumps along your damp neck. The man's grip loosens just slightly, before squeezing again. Another moan is pulled from you, and you can feel the man laugh against your back, the low tone sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, am I gonna 'ave fun with you." The man drops the hand from around your throat, using it to grip your upper arm, steering you back the way you came. The tip of his blade is still scraping your skin, the constant pain seeming to send shocks all over your body. He takes a sharp turn that you aren't prepared for, a gasp leaving you as he shoves you up against a particularly thick tree.

The blade in his hand is dropped to the forest floor, his left hand cupping your cheek roughly as he directs your face up to his. His brown eyes are impossibly dark as they take you in, free hand palming your waist. He’s hiked up your flowy, flower patterned shirt, his big hand sliding up your torso to thumb at the cut under your breast.

You hiss in pain, but that only seems to excite him, the man bringing his blood covered thumb up to his lips, tongue poking out to guide the appendage into his mouth. The low moan that escapes him has you clenching your thighs together, eyes wide as you watch his thumb slide out of his mouth, traces of your bright red blood left on his tongue.

“Fuck, best thing 've ever tasted,” he mutters, hands moving to collect more of the slow trickling blood. Your hands are shaky as they grip onto his blood stained tank top, watching his face as he stares down at his hand, thick fingers disappearing into the meat of your breast instead of swiping up more of your blood.

He dips his head down to mouth at your neck, teeth unforgiving against your skin. His tight grip on you and the tree at your back keeps you from flinching away, at his mercy as his teeth work at your flesh. He doesn't break skin, but it's a near thing, a bruise no doubt starting to form already.

“Ah, hurts,” you whine, tears prickling at the corner of your eyes. Despite the pain, you don't try to push him away, hands steadily holding his black tank. Hot puffs of breath dance over your damp skin as he laughs, running his tongue over the bruised flesh before pulling back to look at you.

“That so?” Hesitantly, you nod, heart pounding as you let your weight fully rest up against the tree, breathing shaky as his previously idle hand starts to palm at your breast. His large hand seems to engulf you, and you can't help but push into his touch. He's rough with this too, as you suspect he is with all things, groping you while he watches on with a satisfied look on his face.

Slowly, your fingers unclench from his shirt, and you press your hand flat against his chest. You can feel his warmth even through his shirt, hands trailing absently over his defined pecs. You watch your hands move as he chuckles, eyes flicking up to find him smirking down at you.

“Pretty little thing like you,” he starts, thumb running along your cheekbone, “bet you're sweet all over, ain't ya?"

The next breath you take is shaky, eyes wide and glassy as you stare up at him. He hums, head tilting as he observes you.

“Wanna know what I think?” He whispers, head dipping down again. This time he doesn't bite you, though there's still a twinge of pain as he sucks over the bruises his teeth had made. Your response is lost in your gasp, knees buckling at the unexpected current of pleasure that wracks through you. If it weren't for him pressing you against the tree, you would probably be on the ground right now.

“Think I'm gonna keep you all to myself. You'd be my good girl, won't you?” He moves up to mouth at your jaw, wet open mouthed kisses following his path to your mouth, “Whaddya say, think you could be Johnny's good girl?”

Through the fear pumping through you at the thought of what would happen to you if you said no, there's a part of you, a sick and twisted part, that really, desperately wants to succumb to this sadistic man's whims. You know saying yes would be just as bad as what will happen if you say no. There's no knowing what he would do to you, but that part of you frankly doesn't care.

“Please,” you whisper, letting your hands wrap around his broad torso, palms flat against his back as you press his muscular body against yours, as if he could get any closer, “so good. I'll be your good girl.”

You don't fight the hand on your face as he guides you, eyes fluttering at the close proximity of your faces. Johnny's eyes are crinkled at the corners, his smirk pressed against the corner of your mouth, “Good.”

Johnny's lips are aggressive as they press against yours, seeming to consume you as his tongue bullies its way into your mouth. There's nothing you can do but endure the attack, moaning and gasping into his mouth as his other hand continues to grope you.

Overwhelmed by the force of his kiss, you can't keep yourself still. Tree bark scrapes your skin with every shudder his skillful tongue pulls from you, but you barely feel it. All you feel is him, his all encompassing presence that looms over you and threatens to consume your very being.

Through his jeans and your skirt, you can feel his erection pressing into your lower stomach as you shift against him. The feeling of it seems to awaken something in you, a primal urge you've never felt before, your hands dropping from his back to pathetically fumble at the bottom of his tank. Once you get your hands on his skin you can't keep them still, running them up and down the warm expanse of his back.

You can feel slight imperfections on his skin, long lines of damaged flesh that match the scars on his face. You trace over them, letting your nails trail over his skin in your exploration. There's barely enough space between you to breathe, but somehow you're able to wedge your arms between the two of you to trace over his stomach.

The skin there is soft, though you can still feel the faint definition of the muscles beneath. You continue to run your hands up, though just as your fingers dance along his pecks the hand groping you is instantly grabbing your wrist, yanking it out and pressing your hand roughly against the tree next to your head.

“Not yet, I ‘ain't had my fun,” he mumbles against your neck, giving your bottom lip a little nip before he pulls away completely. He lets go of your hand, the other dropping from your face to pull up the bottom of your skirt. His big hands palm at your ass, fingers harsh as they squeeze.

All too soon he's stepping back from you, arms crossed as his eyes drag over your form. You feel squirmy under his gaze, fingers fidgeting with each other as you wait for him to say or do anything.

“Y’look like you have too much clothes on,” he says, and you can hear the hidden command in his words. You're quick to ruck your shirt over your head, the thin lace bra sticking to your sweaty skin. Trembling fingers take longer than you'd like to work the button of your skirt, though once that's open you're able to shove it down over plush thighs, letting it fall to the forest floor.

“That's it darlin’, why don't you get laid out real nice for me, huh?” He's leering at you, watching the way your body moves as you sit down on the forest floor. He seems to enjoy watching you follow his every command, hand absently palming his erection the whole time.

You're careful as you lay down, making sure to stuff your now dirt covered clothes underneath you as some sort of padding. There's still rocks and sticks that make it uncomfortably uneven, but at least they won't be cutting into your skin. Once you're settled, thighs clenched tight and hands fidgeting on your stomach, you look up at Johnny as you wait for instructions.

He hums, taking the few steps needed to stand at your feet, “Good girl.”

You can't keep the pleased hum down, watching him with wide eyes as he start's unbuckling his belt. He doesn't bother to take it off though, undoing the button and zipper before he's kneeling at your feet.

He plants both hands on your knees, pushing them open to stare down at you. You know you're wet, you can feel the fabric of your panties sticking to your skin uncomfortably. There's probably a wet spot too, and you turn your head away when you notice the smug look on his face.

A thick finger presses right over your hole, going as deep as the fabric can allow. Your pussy clenched at the intrusion, desperate for him to fill you. Rolling your hips up, you try to force the finger deeper, huffing when he pulls away.

“What a desperate little thing, hmm?” He slips a finger through the crotch of your panties, pulling them off of you roughly. You lift your hips to help aid the process, hands falling between your legs to cover yourself up.

"Thought you wanted to be my good girl," Johnny says, hand coming up to gently cradle the side of your face, a sharp contrast to his mean glare and condescending tone that he directs at you. Your heart pounds in your chest, legs falling open to allow him enough space to shuffle forward.

"I do. I- I am," you manage to choke out, slowly pulling your hands away from where you were covering yourself. Instead you fist them in his dirty shirt to try and bring his mouth down to yours, whining when he doesn't budge at your insistent tugging.

The smirk that spreads over his face sends a shiver down your spine, and his thumb glides down your cheek to prod at your kiss swollen lips. He tugs the bottom lip down, pressing the pad of his thumb roughly against your tender flesh.

"Open," he commands, and you do so without a thought. He's slow as he eases his thumb into your mouth, letting you lave your tongue over his calloused skin before it's easing further into your mouth. His thumb, thick and long and big like the rest of his fingers, teases at the back of your throat, and you feel tears collecting as you fight back the urge to gag at the intrusion.

He takes pity on you, slowly pulling his thick thumb from your mouth to then harshly press it against your clit. The rough pressure has your hips bucking, not knowing if you want to roll up against the touch or pull away. Johnny doesn't give you an option either way, thick fingers practically disappearing into your thigh to keep you still, gripping so hard you're surprised they haven't torn through your flesh.

You can't stop the desperate sounds that fall from your lips, your pleas garbled as your legs fall further open. His blunt nails scrape the delicate flesh above your clit as he abuses your sex, drawing loud, drawn out whines as you writhe on the forest floor. Johnny only seems to thrive on your suffering, shifting so that he can press two fingers into you at the same time. You're embarrassingly wet, so they easily slide in despite how thick his fingers are, relieving the empty feeling that has settled over you.

“Fuck, woman, you're wetter than all hell,” he's sat back to watch the way your cunt greedily sucks his fingers in, hips rolling down to match the thrusting of his fingers. Wet squelching fills the forest, your soft, breathy gasps barely heard over the sound.

Johnny crowds into your space, leaving a trail of bites up your neck and to your lips. The kiss is rough, teeth clicking together from the rough treatment before he comes in at a better angle. It's dirty and sloppy and wet, teeth biting at your bottom lip every time he pulls back to take a breath.

It's too much, a sensory overload that has your brain turning to mush. His fingers curl aggressively inside you, thumb rubbing painful circles on your clit. Slowly, your hands release the death grip they have on his shirt, unsteady as they move to thread through his short hair. The tight grip you have on his hair has him growling out a warning, the nip he gives to your lip drawing blood.

You hastily grab onto the back of his shirt, tears blurring your vision as you pull back from his lips with a desperate gasp. Heaving breaths escape your lips, moans and whines tumbling into pleas as you beg him not to stop. He presses a kiss to your forehead that's more teeth than lips because of his wide grin, a dark chuckle following soon after.

Hips rolling desperately into his touch, you chase the orgasm you can feel building.

“That's it, give it to me,” his voice is low, and the command sends a shiver down your spine, cunt clenching around his fingers. Your gasps get stuck in your throat, high pitched whines drowning out the sound of your arousal as you cum.

Johnny doesn't let up even after you've cum, fingers working at you at a brutal pace, bringing another orgasm that hurts as much as it feels good. You try in vain to pull away from his touch, but he just holds your hips down with his free hand, fingers working ruthlessly as you twitch and cry.

“Good girl,” Johnny finally lets up, pulling his soaked hand from between your legs. He licks a long stripe up his fingers, chuckling at the fucked out look on your face, “sweet as honey.”

You can't do much more than lay there watching him as he sits back on his heels, quickly pulling his tank top up over his head. His chest is littered with scars, and you can't help the way your eyes trace over each pale line that decorates his skin. They look like they were painful, and you're brushing a hand over one before you can even think.

Thankfully he doesn't get mad at you touching him this time, silent as he lets you explore. His skin is warm and surprisingly soft, a light dusting of hair trailing down from his belly button and disappearing into his pants. You let your nails trail through the hair, relishing in the deep sound that rumbles in his throat.

Lips pulled between your teeth, you can't help but admire the way his arms move as he works on pushing down his jeans. The muscles move under the flesh, arm as sturdy looking as the rest of him. You tug on the band of his jeans, inching them down over his legs, eyes laser focused onto his cock, no underwear in sight.

Your fingers wrap around his erection easily, swiping your thumb over the angry red head to collect the wetness there. The groan he lets out is heavenly, but he grabs your wrist and pulls your hand from him.

“We don't have the time for that right now, darlin’,” he says, shoving them down the rest of the way and kicking them off to the side. He pushes your legs up and open by the underside of your knees, shuffling forward to fill the empty space, “Now you be a good girl and hold these legs open for me, an’ I'll be makin’ you scream in no time.”

He lets go of your trembling legs the second you reach for them, grabbing the base of his dick and rubbing the tip through your folds, left forearm resting on the ground next to your head. It catches on your fluttering hole with every pass, a tease that has you whining for more, rocking your hips as much as you can.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity but has only been a few seconds, he slides into you, letting go of his dick to rest his arm on the other side of your head. The stretch is painful, and you instinctively clench around the intrusion. He doesn't stop, merely laughing at your wince as his hips settle against yours.

There's no grace period given. His hips are pulling back before you can adjust to his girth, drilling into you with a deep and brutal pace that has you wailing. You can feel the sharp sting of your nails from how hard you're clenching your thighs, the pain seeming to heighten your pleasure.

Johnny's grin is wide and full of teeth, you can feel it against your neck. Then he's digging his teeth into the flesh, abusing the bruised flesh. You can't feel it though, lost in the haze of his cock pounding into you. You feel the breath being knocked out of you with every thrust, eyes blurry with the onset of tears.

Your throat hurts from your wailing, pleas barely distinguish whenever you're able to attempt speaking. Johnny either doesn't understand you or doesn't care enough to figure it out, laughing at your babbling. When he pulls back you can see blood on his lips and teeth, and then you feel the sting of the bite he left on you.

Johnny presses his lips to yours as your face scrunched up in pain, the coppery taste of your blood lingering even after he pulls away. You chase the taste off your lips with your tongue, unable to follow his lips as he sits up.

“Fuck,” he drawls, the voice drawn out as he bottoms out in you, watching the way your hips twitch to try and get any sort of friction, “fuckin’ soaked through that pretty little skirt you got layers out under you, best pussy I've ever had.”

Then there's a large hand fisting the hair at the back of your head, yanking your head back. Your yelp of pain is drowned out by the obscene sounds coming from your pussy while Johnny uses you as if you were a toy. Pace bordering on brutal, you hold onto your sweat dampened thighs as he chases his high.

He licks and nibbles at the still bleeding wound on your neck, drinking from you as his thrusts shift you across the forest floor. The salt from your tears sting as it hits the bite marks that cover your neck, a loud moan following when the taste of salt hits Johnny's tongue.

Thrusts becoming erratic, your only warning is his teeth clamping down on the side of your neck before you feel the liquid heat of Johnny’s cum filling you in bursts, pushed deeper into you by tiny thrusts. It's only when he finally stills inside of you that you are able to breath, taking big gasps as you gather yourself.

“Mmm, what a good girl you are,” Johnny mumbles against your neck, pulling back to look you over. You probably look a mess, hair frizzy from the heat and being yanked on by Johnny. You're also covered in blood, though Johnny probably relishes in the fact that he put it there. It's when his gaze settles on where you're still connected that you feel your face heat in embarrassment.

As he pulls out you can't help the way you whimper, desperate for him to fill you back up despite how tender your abused sex feels. The trail of cum that follows is quickly stuffed back into you by two thick fingers, plugging you up with his cum.

Large hands slide under your ass, tacky with your arousal. Your hands fall away from your thighs in surprise as he lifts your lower body off the ground so that you're resting on your shoulders.

“Probably tastes even better mixed with me,” he mumbles more to himself than to you. As Johnny licks a long stripe up from your fluttering, dripping hole to your clit, you find yourself melting into the pleasure that he is giving you, no longer caring about what will become of you when he's had his fill.

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floral-and-fine · 2 years

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Never Enough

Thomas Hewitt x female/single mom reader

warnings: smut, abusive ex, death, murder, some angst and domestic fluff

a/n: My first TCM fic, I’ve had this idea for a long time, it turned out pretty long compared to other fics I’ve written. Thank you @ewokiee for the help ❤️

summary: On his way to work, Thomas notices a single mother who has recently moved in nearby.

Thomas trudged along the side of the road, headed home after a grueling day at work. The summer sun was burning hot as it beat down on his back, even the occasional breeze that blew past was so dry that it didn’t help cool him off in the slightest. His pace slowed as a small house came into view.

He paused, spotting you through the window. You were at the sink washing dishes.

You had moved into town around this time last year. Thomas had heard people around town whispering about you, their gossip spreading like a wildfire before he had even met you or seen you.

A part of him found it refreshing, people still avoided him like the plague, of course, but at least they weren’t whispering to each other about him, calling him a freak, monster, or an animal as if he didn’t have ears.

Instead, they were talking about you, referring to you as ‘that woman’ and not bothering to hide their disdain with the way your name spilled from their mouths over and over again. They talked about how you were a trollop and a slut, how you were loose and immoral, how a woman like you didn’t belong in this town. The men at work talked the loudest, making lewd jokes about you all day long.

At first none of it bothered Thomas, he was just relieved that they weren’t making fun of him like they usually did. But then on a rather uneventful day as he was walking home he saw you. You were breathtaking.

You weren’t at all like he had pictured, with the way everyone talked about you, he expected someone dirty and sleazy, but instead you seemed sweet, kind, bright.

You were wearing a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, holding your son in your arms as you walked up the steps of your front porch. You clearly loved your child, doting on him all day as you also juggled getting chores done.

Noticing him at the edge of your property, you gave him a small smile and wave before retreating into your small home.

Thomas, now, felt angry at what people were saying about you, your only sin was that you were an unmarried mother. He didn’t really understand why that of all things would ruffle so many feathers. But he also never understood why his appearance bothered anyone so much that they all cowered and treated him like an animal.

Since then, this has become part of his routine, his favorite part, getting to see you on his way to and from work.

Thomas watched you for a moment, everyday he wanted nothing more than to walk into your house and wrap his arms around your waist as you made breakfast or finished drying the dishes. You would giggle as he’d squeeze you tight and nuzzle his face against the crook of your neck.

This small little daydream made his day go by a bit easier, he’d lose himself to it while he chopped up whatever meat was on his block. It gave him something to focus on so he could ignore all the snide remarks and comments people would say behind his back. At night he’d fall asleep thinking about it, wondering what it would be like to carry your son to his bed, tucking him in, before joining you in your bedroom. His heart would tighten in his chest as he’d bury his face against his pillow as he imagined holding you in bed, so close and intimate.

…

Thomas rubbed his eyes, the sun was just barely rising as he laid on his back and stared at the ceiling. His body still felt heavy and tired, his eyes were threatening to close again, but he had a few chores to do before work.

He groaned, finally sitting up, his feet touching the cold wooden floor. Thomas stretched his arms above his head and rolled his shoulders before standing. He dressed slowly before lumbering down stairs.

First thing he did was put out to feed the pigs, then walked a couple of rounds along the fence making sure everything was secure, and finally pulled some weeds from the garden.

Mama was up by the time he returned to the house, she was busy in the kitchen whipping up breakfast. Thomas ate quickly, shoveling the scrambled eggs and cornbread into mouth before taking his plate to the sink.

“Have a good day, Tommy!” Mama called as he headed out the door.

He walked along the road, not really paying attention to anything until he started getting close to your house.

He lifted his head and looked towards the big window, the curtains were drawn closed. He sighed, figuring you were probably still in bed.

Thomas stood there for just a minute or so before turning back around to continue on his way to work, but he stopped in his tracks only after a few steps as he heard your voice.

“Good morning!”

He froze in place as you rushed outside in your pajamas, your hands quickly tying your robe closed.

“Thomas, right?” You asked slightly breathless as you reached him.

He raised his brow but nodded slightly.

“I met your mama a few days ago,” you explained. “She’s a real nice lady, in fact she’s the nicest person I’ve met since I’ve moved here.”

Thomas once again nodded not sure how else to respond.

“She talked a lot about you, y’know, she’s real proud of you, I can tell,” you smiled.

He felt his face starting to heat up at the comment. He could only assume what mama was trying to pull, talking him up like that with you. But if it led to this encounter he couldn’t be too upset about it.

“Anyways,” you continued. “I’ve noticed you pass by a

few times and thought I’d finally introduce myself, I’m y/n.”

You stuck your hand out. Thomas stared at it for a few seconds, his fingers twitching at his sides, before accepting the quick handshake.

“I better let you get to work,” You grinned at him. “But if you ever feel like stopping by, don’t be a stranger.”

He nodded again, watching as you scurried back inside your house. You left him feeling confused but happy, happiest he had been in a long time. His lips turned upward into a small smile. He couldn’t get over that you had smiled at him, talked to him… shook his hand.

Thomas couldn’t remember the last time he had any attention paid to him like that, besides from mama, of course. The only other attention he ever seemed to receive was fear or disgust.

While working he replayed the whole scene in his mind, over and over again. You were as sweet as he imagined, sweeter even. How anyone in this town still disliked you was still beyond him.

As the hours ticked by, Thomas found himself getting excited knowing he was about to see you again, even if you didn’t notice him like you did this morning, he’d just be happy to watch you for a few minutes.

But that excitement didn’t last long.

He slammed the cleaver down, chopping the meat in small hunks with ease, as he looked down at his work he started to feel panicked as reality set in. Now that you knew who he was, now that you knew his family, it seemed like it was inevitable that this would lead somewhere bad.

Annoying little thoughts began to worm their way into his head. You’d judge how poor he was, figure out how dumb he is, you’d be repulsed by his appearance or his job… it was only a matter of time before he did something to make you hate him.

He laid the knife down and hunched over his workstation. He felt nauseous, now wishing this morning never happened. Anonymity was better, right? Gave him the ability to admire you without you seeing him.

You were nice this morning, but that would change, nobody was ever nice to him or his family.

He frowned, all those good feelings were gone, and left him feeling terrible, miserable. His nails dug into the surface of the table, being able to see you these past few months was the small highlight to his rather dull and dreary life, but now he was scared of seeing you.

Even though you were outcast yourself and currently the person everybody was gossiping about, you were still too good for somebody like him. It was foolish of him to think that somehow you’d be different.

As he managed to press on, working like he did everyday, Thomas pushed aside all his daydreams that made his day go by faster. It didn’t seem right to fantasize about you anymore. Before he could pretend that things could’ve been different, but now it was as if the reality of the situation tainted his little dreams.

You were suddenly more real, which meant that you would form your own thoughts and opinions of him, and in his gut he believed that there was no way, no way in hell, you’d feel about him the way he had dreamt or hoped.

The day seemed to drag on as Thomas mentally dragged himself further down. By the time the day was over, he just wanted to hide, crawl into his bed and just lay there for days or weeks. As he left the slaughterhouse, he stopped, his hands fidgeting at his side as he tried to decide which way to go.

He didn’t want to take the chance of seeing you, he figured, in the long run, it would be easier if avoided you altogether. You can’t hurt him if you’re never around.

So instead he headed towards the store, he could help mama and walk her home when they were done. Thomas walked with his eyes downcast, focusing on the ground. He didn’t come around to the store very often, didn’t want to risk being around strangers and being made fun of or gawked at. But somehow that seemed like it would hurt less than seeing you.

The familiar bells jingled as he entered, finally lifting his head. Thomas looked towards the counter, but instead of being greeted by his mother, the first person he saw at the counter was you. You were sitting on a stool with your little boy on your lap, gently bouncing him as he babbled and cooed. Thomas noticed for the first time just how much he looked just like you.

You perked up and smiled at Thomas. His heart immediately sank, his plan somehow backfired. He took a step back as Luda appeared from behind the shelves and approached him.

“Thomas?” Mama asked, clearly surprised by him dropping by.

Luda, noticed that startled look in his eye, and immediately coaxed him further into the store, grabbing his arm and dragging him in before he could bolt like some frightened puppy dog.

“I’ve got some boxes that I could use your help with,” she started, yanking him along behind her.

“Hi Thomas,” you said in a small voice as he was pulled towards the back.

His face burned, but he nodded in reply.

Mama opened the back storage room and told him to start bringing out some of the boxes. Thomas shuffled a little, he was nervous about you being around.

His mama smiled at his hesitation, “y/n told me she met you properly this mornin’, she’s a real sweet girl ain’t she?”

Tommy sighed, he knew what mama was hoping for, he thought she was over this, that she had given up like he had. He already realized this morning how pathetic his little crush was . No matter how kind you were, or how caring, or how much the town didn’t accept you, nobody would love him.

She patted his shoulder. “Bring the boxes out and leave ‘em on the counter,” she instructed.

Thomas huffed, looking at the big cardboard boxes on the floor, lifting the first one he followed his mama. As he approached the counter, he kept his eyes looking anywhere but at you.

“Thank you, Tommy,” mama praised as he placed the box in front of her.

He immediately marched back to the storage room for the next one. As he crouched down, he paused when he heard you speak out in the store with mama, your voice was bright and cheery.

“Are there a lot of boxes?” You asked Luda Mae, as you placed your son in his stroller.

“Quite a few,” she answered, opening the box in front of her.

You turned looking back towards the way Thomas went. “And he spent all day working at the slaughterhouse?”

Luda nodded, “yep, my boy’s a hard worker, despite the fact that the work never seems to end.”

You bit your lip, shoulders slumping as you thought about it. He seemed like a good guy, shy like his mama had told you, but clearly he cared very much about his family.

“Do you mind watching Levi?” You asked. “I’m going to see if Thomas needs any help.”

“Of course, dear,” Luda said, trying her best to hide her smile.

You walked quietly into the back and saw Thomas holding a heavy box that blocked his view.

“Here, let me help you with that,” you murmured, reaching out with both of your hands as you tried to take the box from him.

Thomas stumbled back, his poor heart jumping into throat. The surprise of your soft touch as your fingers grazed over his skin had him jerking the box away from your grasp.

Immediately you pulled your hands back towards you clasping them together in front of your chest as you muttered a quick apology.

Both of you stood there in silence. Thomas’s heart was still racing.

Just as you were about to leave, Thomas lowered the box enough to look at you, with a grunt he gestured to a smaller, lighter, box on the floor for you to get.

You smiled at him before bending down to pick it up. He waited for you, letting you go ahead of him as he followed behind.

The work got done faster with the two of you working together. Thomas insisted on you caring just the small boxes, he didn’t really feel comfortable accepting the help but he didn’t want to hurt your feelings either.

The whole situation had him puzzled, he wasn’t sure why you bothered to help, he did it to help his mama but he couldn’t figure out why you cared at all. He wasn’t used to anyone being considerate in the slightest.

“Thank you for the help, Sweetheart,” mama told you.

“Oh, it was nothing,” you replied, kneeling down and covering Levi with a blanket. He had dozed off in his stroller, his little hands still clutching his bottle.

Thomas could see that his mama was already smitten, the way she gushed over every little snore and movement. He knew how much she loved babies and how much she wanted to be a grandmother. Made him feel guilty being unable to make that happen for her.

Luda Mae gave you a hug, “Have a good evening, darling.”

“You too, mama,” you said, then looked at Thomas and smiled. “Good night, Tommy!”

He waved watching as you left, just you and the baby in the dark. His foot tapped anxiously as he huffed. Before thinking it through he rushed out behind you. It didn’t sit well with him letting you walk all that way alone this late.

Mama shook her head, watching from the doorway.

You gave Thomas a surprised look as he caught up with you, but quickly it was immediately replaced with a big grin, “Gonna escort us home?”

He simply nodded.

“You really are as wonderful as your mama said,” you shared. “A real gentleman.”

Thomas could feel his ears turning red, fortunately for him you weren’t able to tell in the dark. The two of you walked quietly towards your house. You occasionally commented on the weather and how it was a nice night.

“Thank you, Thomas,” you stood on your tiptoes kissing his leather covered cheek lightly as you reached your house. “Have a nice night.”

He watched as you went inside, frowning to himself, you were only making this harder on him…

…

A couple of weeks had passed and you couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t seen Thomas at all. You were so accustomed to seeing him either in the morning or afternoon several times a week, that it was strange not to see him at all, especially him being absent whole weeks at a time.

You still visited with Luda, stopping by the Hewitt house or store during the week to chit chat and have tea. You and her were currently sitting on the porch, Luda was in a rocking chair holding Levi in her lap while you sat on the steps.

There was a slight breeze and big clouds in the sky, but you knew that the weather would start getting hot soon. You sipped on your glass of sweet tea as you tried to work up the nerve to ask about Thomas.

The rest of the Hewitts were out working you figured, so now would be probably your best chance to ask. You were worried you had done something to bother him or offend him that night.

“Hey mama?”

“Hmm,” she replied, her attention still on Levi as he sucked on his tiny fist.

“How has Thomas been?” You stared at your drink, your face heating up.

Luda blinked in surprise, finally looking away from the baby to you. “He’s been fine, why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason, really,” you shook your head. “Just haven’t seen him around is all.”

“He’s just shy, Sweetpea, I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”

Luda tried to hide her smile, she had a pretty clear idea as to why Thomas was avoiding you. She had suspected that moment he walked into the store and froze up when he saw you. Those suspicions were confirmed later that evening when she watched him scurry out of the store to walk you home. This was just like Tommy, letting his insecurities get the best of him. He was afraid of your kindness, because cruelty was all he was used to.

“Are you sure?” You asked.

“I’m sure,” she sighed. “Thomas ain’t used to being treated with any kindness, it probably just scared him a little, but you didn’t do anything wrong.”

You sighed, wishing there was something you could do to change that. What Luda said about Tommy got to you.

It just didn’t seem fair for a decent man like him to be so startled simply by being treated nicely. You knew it probably had to do with his appearance, a big guy wearing a mask you could admit was intimidating, but the way he behaved and acted showed that he was sweet and patient, a little insecure and anxious, but he seemed good natured.

“Is there something I could do for him?”

Luda chuckled lightly. “Just keep being nice to him, honey,” she reassured you. “Might take some time, but he’ll warm up to you.”

…

“Thomas?” Mama called as she heard him come in after finishing his morning chores.

He poked his head into the kitchen to see what she wanted.

“Have you seen y/n lately?” She asked.

Thomas shook his head, his eyebrows knitting together as he saw his mother’s concerned expression.

“Oh,” she mumbled. “It’s just I haven’t seen for a couple of days, guess I’m just worried about her.”

Thomas huffed but nodded pointing to himself and the direction of your house, his way of telling her he’d check in on you on his way to work.

“Thank you, dear,” she smiled, serving him a plate of breakfast.

It had been awhile since Thomas walked this way to work. He had tried his best to avoid you, but deep down he missed those days of getting to see you from afar. Mama talked about you a lot, he tried to ignore her, but knowing that you and the baby were doing alright made him smile.

When he was alone without work or his family to distract him, his mind would wander back to that quick peck on the cheek, he didn’t want to think about it, but he couldn’t help it. It made him wonder if you could see past his appearance.

Thomas stopped as he arrived in front of your home, he narrowed his eyes when saw the unfamiliar car parked in the driveway. Your curtains were closed so he couldn’t see who was visiting, but he found it odd, you never had any visitors before and from what he had heard from mama you still didn’t really know anybody else but her.

He sighed, unable to linger much longer and headed to work. He’d let mama know after work that it seemed that you were fine.

At the slaughterhouse Thomas speculated who your mysterious visitor was, maybe they were a family member or friend or… lover. Thinking about the latter stung. But he couldn’t be mad or upset over it, a pretty girl like you wouldn’t stay available forever, even with your ‘reputation’, Thomas was sure you had admired besides just him. They were all probably more attractive and successful than he was.

Gritting his teeth, he continued chopping meat, bringing the butcher knife down harder and harder as kept thinking about it. He hated this, hated feeling this way, he’d never be good enough.

…

Thomas jolted awake by the sound of someone banging loudly on the front door. Right after he heard bedroom doors open, Charlie started cussing up a storm while mama was telling him to hush and go back to bed as she pulled her robe on and made her way downstairs.

Thomas groaned as he sat up, he was curious to see who dropped by for a late night visit. Slowly, he opened his bedroom door and crept down the hallway.

Thomas watched from the stairs as mama answered the door, his eyes widened as he saw you standing there. Levi was asleep in your arms, you had a bag slung over your shoulder, and he could tell by your eyes you had been crying. Tommy’s hands balled into fists when he saw the bruised area on the side of your face.

“Y/n, honey, are you alright?” Mama questioned, opening the door wider.

“I’m so sorry to wake you,” you cried, your body practically shaking. “I just didn’t know where else to go.”

“Don’t worry about that,” mama consoled, ushering you into the house. “It’s going to be alright.”

Luda guided you towards the kitchen, but paused seeing Tommy standing on the steps in just his boxers, “For god sakes Tommy, go put some clothes on,” she scolded.

Thomas blushed, he was just so concerned about you, that he had forgotten that he came down stairs practically naked.

You were so distraught that you didn’t really notice. It was difficult to process anything, you lifelessly followed mama, clutching Levi to your chest. Your face was sore, but the rest of your body felt numb.

Mama pulled out a chair from the table and had you sit down as Thomas sprinted upstairs quickly rummaging through his drawers for something to put on, settling on a simple T-shirt, that was covered in old stains

and sweatpants. As he slowly descended down the stairs, he could hear you and mama talking.

“I’m so sorry, Luda,” you hiccuped. “I just had to get us away from him while I had the chance.”

“Don’t you apologize,” mama said. “There’s no need for that.”

“I-I don’t know how he found us,” you mumbled sniffling. “I didn’t tell anyone where we were going… it was so hard to get away from him last time. I’m so scared…”

“You can stay with us as long as you need to,” mama said, reaching out and patting your hand.

Thomas, still out of sight, standing by the doorway, but he nodded in agreement. He managed to put the pieces together that that unfamiliar vehicle parked at your house, the bruise on your pretty face, and the fear in your eyes were all caused by this man you were talking about. This man, Tommy figured, was likely Levi’s father.

Luda hummed as she thought about your situation, “I could send Tommy to-“

“Oh please don’t,” you shook your head. “I don’t want him getting hurt or anything for my sake.”

Tommy snorted to himself, whoever they were Tommy felt pretty confident he could take him. His size and strength were the only things he ever had to be proud of, not that he used them to hurt anyone before. He was smart enough to know that even if he were defending himself that this whole town would turn against him. There would be a mob banging down their door, all united to rid themselves of the monster.

Your crying woke Levi, who started fussing, mama scooped the baby up from your arms and started rocking him in hers.

“Oh it’s alright little darlin’,” mama cooed, smiling at the baby. She looked back at you, “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a few minutes to yourself, wash your face and calm down,” she suggested. “I’ll have someone get the guest room ready for ya.”

You nodded, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you stood up. As you headed towards the stairs you passed by Thomas who was awkwardly standing by the doorway, you mustered up a smile for him before going upstairs to the bathroom.

He stood there, hands at his sides as his fingers curled and uncurled, watching you go. He still couldn’t get over how nice you were to him, even at a time like this.

“Thomas?” Mama called, snapping him out of his thoughts.

He went into the kitchen.

“Could you go get the guest room ready?” She asked. “There should be some clean sheets in the closet.”

He nodded, immediately following her instructions and going up to the room. He stopped as he reached the landing, he could hear you on the other side of the bathroom door sobbing uncontrollably. The sound broke his heart, he wished that he could go in there and make you feel safe again. He’d hold you close all night, longer if you needed him to.

Thomas approached the door, listening to you. He pictured you sitting alone on the cold tile floor with your knees pulled up to your chest. You were hurting so much, he sighed, resting his head against the door, before going to the guest room.

…

Over the next few days, you grew accustomed to life in the Hewitt house.

Mama kept Charlie in line, anytime he made a snide comment or lewd remark, she reprimanded him without holding back, even going as far as threatening to toss his ass out of the house if he kept complaining about having another mouth to feed, saying something along the lines with him out of the house it wouldn’t be a problem anymore.

But most of the family noticed that Charlie, in his way, was being considerably nicer than usual and seemed to sympathize a little with your situation. He even helped Tommy bring the old crib up from the basement along with some of the other baby things mama had stored away.

Everyone’s schedule varied in the house, mama spent most of her time either at the house cleaning and cooking or at the store working. Uncle Monty worked on the cars in the yard, or occasionally he’d get called to go tow somebody’s in town. Charlie’s schedule was all over the place, some days he wouldn’t do a damn thing, but others he’d spent helping at the store or doing odd jobs around town.

It was clear though that Thomas was the person the entire household depended on. He brought home a consistent paycheck, worked overtime every chance he could. He started everyday doing chores before heading to his labor intensive job.

Thomas was up the earliest, however occasionally he was pleasantly surprised to find that some mornings you were up before him.

You were either getting a bottle ready for Levi or walking around the house with him in your arms as you tried to get him to go back to sleep. Thomas liked these small moments he got to spend with you, they gave him the chance to be near you without mama around to tease him about it later. They only lasted for a couple of minutes, but you always said something nice to him, usually thanking him for something like setting up the crib for you or about how good he was at providing for his family.

Having you around made him feel like all these years of busting his ass was worth it. It helped that you and mama got along so well, before he knew it, he was already thinking of you and the baby as family.

…

One morning, Thomas was patrolling around the property like he did every day, while everyone else was still in bed. He wondered if that man was going to come around here looking for you. A part of Thomas hoped he did, he wanted the chance to smack that man around like he had done to you. Tommy felt bitter and angry when he thought about that man, didn’t he know how lucky he was, what Tommy would’ve given to be with you, to be the father of your child…

Thomas huffed as he kept walking, he didn’t want you leaving and going back to your house, even after that man leaves.

His brow furrowed as he noticed unfamiliar clothes on the clothesline. It took him a second to figure out that they belonged to you. Thomas continued to stare at the clothesline, his throat ran dry as he realized that amongst your clothes were a few pairs of white cotton panties. They weren’t anything fancy or necessarily sexy, but to Tommy they were. He liked the little pink bow and the tiny bit of lace trim.

His face heated up as his eyes lingered on them, the fact that they had been on you, covering your most intimate bits crossed his mind. His cock involuntarily twitched as his desire for you grew.

Thomas had resisted thinking about perverted things like that, but it had proven difficult lately, the smallest things you did had him blushing like a fool, from innocent little touches to seeing you in your nightgown on a regular basis.

He reached up, his fingers lightly running over the front of the fabric while his other hand moved to the front of his pants palming his budding erection.

He pictured you wearing them, picturing your hips and ass filling them out. He felt like he was on fire as he looked at the bridge part of your panties. He imagined a little wet spot forming there, your legs pressed tightly together wiggly. Thomas bit his lip, he bet that you had a pretty pussy, soft, warm, wet.

He quickly glanced from side to side, before snatching the panties from the line. In a hurry he rushed towards the barn.

His cock was now painfully pressing against the zipper of his pants. His hands fumbled with his belt as he tried to undo his pants. He shoved them and his boxers down his hips just enough to free his cock.

Thomas laid your panties on the workbench in front of him as he started stroking his member. He closed his eyes, retiring to his fantasy. He pictured slipping his hand under the waistband and cupping your mound as his index finger slid between your pussy lips.

He hissed, precum dripping from the head of cock as he continued to think about fingering you, stretching your tight cunt with his fingers, feeling your juices leak onto the palm of his hand, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from whimpering and moaning, begging for him to fuck you.

Tommy came, strings of his cum landing on the front of your panties. He placed both arms on the table leaning on them as he caught his breath.

He frowned as he stared at your underwear, he wouldn’t be able to put them back like this. Unsure what to do, he pulled his pants back up, wadded up your panties and stuffed them into his pocket for now.

For the rest of the day, he avoided you, more so than usual. His face blushed as his mind returned to what he had done. He knew it was wrong and disrespectful, and he didn’t want you to think he was gross or a pervert. So he hid for most of the day, hoping you wouldn’t figure out what he had done.

Early the next morning, Tommy did his best to hand wash your underwear, his cum had dried leaving them feeling crusty. Once they were clean, he snuck outside, and went back to the clothesline. Carefully he pinned them back on the line amongst the new load of laundry you did yesterday. He wondered if you had noticed you were missing a pair, if you had, you kept it to yourself.

Thomas returned to the house, the screen door screeching as it closed behind him. He could smell breakfast cooking and hear you and mama chatting. The kitchen was bright and sunny as meander in, taking a seat at the table.

“Morning Tommy!” You beamed while getting him some eggs and toast.

“Did ya sleep well?” Mama asked, turning slightly from the stove to face him.

He nodded in response, watching you and mama move effortlessly in the kitchen.

He smiled as you touched his shoulder while leaning over to set the plate in front of him. You slipped into the seat next to him, while Luda put Levi in the high chair that Thomas had also gotten out of the basement for you to use. You placed some of your scrambled eggs on the tray.

Thomas chuckled watching Levi squealing and kicking his legs out as he grabbed a handful of egg, squeezing it in his tiny little hands.

He wondered if this was what it was like for most families in the morning, a sweet baby, a beautiful mother, a doting grandmother… and a father…

He studied you for a minute, while both you and mama were distracted taking turns feeding Levi. He loved the way you looked in the morning, fresh faced, still in your nightgown, the sunlight making you glow. He wished every morning could be as good as this.

Was it bad that he never wanted you to leave?

…

After Tommy got home from work, the family all sat down for dinner. It hadn’t escaped Tommy’s attention that you claimed the seat next to his as yours during each meal.

Charlie and Monty always complained anyway, anytime they sat next to him, always going on about how he took too much room or how his elbows would knock into them and what not.

Truth be told, when you first started sitting by him, Thomas barely touched his food, he was so damn nervous, worrying about his table manners and the like, but you didn’t seem to mind, and never commented when his arm would brush against yours.

Your laughter drew Thomas from his thoughts, you were laughing at Levi whose face was a complete mess. Even Tommy chuckled a bit, especially how Levi’s hair was sticking straight up because he got mashed potatoes strung through it.

“Oh my,” you started. “I see a little boy who needs a bath.” You bopped his nose and he grinned back at you.

Thomas helped mama clear the table as you washed Levi in the big kitchen sink. You swaddled him in a big towel once you were finished.

“Hey Tommy,” you said, approaching him as mama started wiping the table down. “Will you hold Levi for a bit while I go get him a diaper from upstairs?”

Thomas’s eyes darted towards Luda’s direction but she had disappeared already. Taking a deep breath, Tommy held his arms out as you handed him the baby still wrapped in the towel.

Thomas hadn’t held a baby before and he had been worried that if he got close to Levi that he’d scare him or accidentally make him cry. Tommy stared at the baby, who stared back at him with big eyes.

All he could think about was how tiny Levi was. He smiled, gently tickling Levi under his chin. Levi squealed in response, kicking his legs out in every direction. Thomas’s smile widened, surprised by how strong his little legs were.

“Aw, look at that, my two favorite men getting along,” you cooed.

Thomas blushed, avoiding eye contact with you as you took Levi back. Needing some air, he went outside, and sat on the porch.

It was getting dark out as the sun set behind the hills. He could hear the crickets chirping in the yard as a gentle breeze ruffled the yellow grass.

A thought had crossed Tommy’s mind while he had been holding Levi, he had wondered if he’d make a good dad.Not that it was ever likely to happen.

It was pitiful that those innocent little touches in passing and that quick peck on the cheek were the only intimacy Thomas had experienced as an adult.

He rubbed his forehead, ever since that day he saw you, he had been thinking about things like that. Wanting to know what it felt like to make love to someone, to touch them and have them return his affections instead of recoiling. He dreamed about having a family, a wife… these were all things that years ago he had accepted would never happen for him. But the way you acted around him had him hoping despite his better judgment.

“Mind if we join you?” You asked, peeking your head out of the front door.

Thomas shook his head and shifted his body so his back was leaning on one of the posts of the porch, so he could see you.

You sat on mama’s rocking chair and placed Levi on the floor. The baby toddled around the porch, falling on his diapered butt couple of times as he explored.

“He’s getting pretty quick,” you commented.

Thomas nodded watching as Levi waddled up to the screen door and started banging on it with his bottle.

“Thanks for putting up with us,” you said suddenly, resting your elbows on your knees as you watched Levi play. “I really appreciate everything you and your family have done for us.”

Tommy tilted his head, giving you a questionable look.

You laughed and shrugged, “I just mean it can’t be easy having us around, especially with Levi making so much noise, crying in the middle of the night and first thing in the morning… things like that. ”

Thomas shook his head, he hadn’t really considered any of that a bother. He just liked having you and Levi around.

A few days ago, Tommy had overheard you telling mama that Levi was the reason you left your ex, that all you could think about while you were pregnant was that if that man could excuse his violence towards you, what was going to keep him from taking it out on a child?

You were obviously still freaked out about that man finding you. Thomas had noticed that you hadn’t left the house at all since that night and that you weren’t sleeping much either.

It was times like this where he wished he could communicate with you, to be able to say that life here with him would be better and that he was nothing at all like that man, that he’d never hurt you or Levi, ever.

“Are you alright, Thomas?” You asked, tilting your head. His brow was furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

He gave a long sigh, but nodded his head. He was fine.

You smiled at him softly, patting his arm before picking up Levi who was tugging on your dress. Tommy watched as you headed back inside the house.

Later that evening, Thomas went down to the basement and searched through some boxes. He knew mama kept most of his things from when he was a baby. She was always going on and on about how some day he’d want them. When you showed at their house that night his old crib, high chair and a few other things were brought out, but he knew there had to be more somewhere around here.

He smirked when he finally found a box filled with his old clothes and toys. He sorted the items in the box, making a pile of things you could use for Levi. He paused when he picked up a pink stuffed pig. The toy was missing its eyes and had a few holes where the seam was coming loose. But otherwise it was in decent shape, still had its curly tail, plenty of fluff and the fabric was nice and soft.

Thomas carried it with him to his nearby work table. Digging through the drawers he pulled out thread, a needle, and a couple of buttons. Working with a steady hand, Thomas was able to fix the small holes and replace the eyes.

He smiled looking at the pig, it had one big brown button eye and a small blue one, but was cute nonetheless. He placed on top of the pile, already looking forward to your reaction.

“Oh! Look at the little piggy!” You squealed when Tommy presented it to you the following morning after breakfast. You were sitting on the floor in the living room, playing with Levi when Thomas came back downstairs.

“See the piggy, Levi,” you said, holding it out in front of him. “Oink! Oink!”

Levi giggled as you continued to oink moving the little pig around in the air before letting him hold it. Immediately, Levi held it tight and started gnawing on one of the ears.

“He loves it!” You announced, smiling up at Tommy. “Thank you for all this!”

Thomas just nodded, watching for a minute as Levi became acquainted with his new friend before leaving for work.

…

Thomas sat there on his knees completely still, a combination of his blood and the man’s he just killed covered his hands. He looked down at what he had done, he didn’t flinch as he stared at the bloody mess beneath him.

The man’s face was beyond recognition.

At first, Tommy could only recall bits and pieces of what he had done, almost as if he had lost all self control. Without any hesitation, remorse, or restraint, he had hit that man’s face over and over. Thomas had probably knocked the man unconscious with the first few blows, but that didn’t stop him, he didn’t stop until the back of the man’s skull was shattered and his face was soft and mushy.

Thomas began to pant as the adrenaline left his body and the burden of reality returned. It wasn’t the fact that he had just murdered someone that made him feel distressed, a part of him always knew what he was capable of. His worries stemmed when he thought about facing you after what he had done.

He had been so blinded by rage seeing that asshole in his home, that same asshole who made you so scared, that made you cry and had hurt you. Then to see that man yelling at his mama while he was dragging you by the hair out of his house.

Tommy simply snapped.

It wasn’t the evening he had pictured coming home to after working late, but that just fueled his anger more, knowing for a fact that that man had waited, waited for an opportunity when Monty, Charlie and Thomas were all out of the house. The fucker was a coward, an abuser, and got what he deserved.

Thomas grabbed the man by the throat, choking him with just one hand, the man dangling a couple of feet in the air released your hair as his hands tried to pry Thomas’s off. Once you were out of that man’s grasp, Thomas threw the man like a doll outside. The prick tried scrambling onto his feet and running away, but Tommy was surprisingly quick, he stomped down on his fingers, breaking them in several places.

The man screamed obscenities, while he howled in pain clutching his hand to his chest. As Tommy clogged close, the bastard spat in Tommy’s face and called him an animal.

After that Tommy just couldn’t stop himself.

Thomas continued to sit there in the dark, heaving. He heard gravel crunching as someone approached.

Charlie whistled as he got a good look at what Tommy had done, “Damn boy,” he laughed. “Can’t say he didn’t deserve it.”

“Good thing he ain’t from around here,” Monty added. “Nobody’s gonna come all this way lookin’ for him.”

“We’ll take care of it from here,” Charlie said, kneeling down beside Tommy. “Can’t have a body laying in the front yard all night, might attract other pests.”

Thomas grunted, having only caught some of what Charlie was saying, everything sounded still far away and muffled. He slowly rose to his feet, his body felt heavy and sore, even with all the work he did on average, never in his life had he felt this kind of tired before.

He looked up at the big house, he was worried what would happen when he crossed the threshold. He entertained the idea of maybe washing himself with the hose before going inside, maybe that would soften the blow, maybe that would make it less scary for you. But he felt so sore that he wasn’t even sure he could make it to the house.

Taking a deep breath, Thomas trudged forward, groaning as went up each step on the porch.

As he pulled the door open and stepped inside, the air in his lungs was practically knocked out of him as you threw yourself on him, your arms wrapping around his middle as tightly as you could.

He collapsed onto his ass and you fell with him, holding on to him tight.

“You’re okay,” you whispered, crying into his chest, seemingly unbothered by all the fresh blood on his clothes. “I’m so sorry, Tommy, I’m so sorry…”

Thomas patted your back firmly a couple of times, communicating to you, in his own way, that he was fine. He didn’t really understand what was happening, you weren’t scared of him, instead you were worried about him, this wasn’t what he had expected at all.

He looked around the house, with you still in his arms, mama was resting on the sofa with the baby laying on top of her chest, she gave Thomas a tired smile before closing her eyes. His gaze wandered through the room, spotting some of the damage caused by that man, there was a broken lamp and chair laying on the floor, and a few other pieces of furniture were turned over and out of place.

He jumped a little as you pulled away, finally noticing all the blood that now covered the both of you. Dread immediately filled him watching as you examined his blood drenched clothes.

You could feel Thomas’s breathing speed up, you tilted your head and cupped his cheek. Poor man looked so exhausted but you couldn’t let him fall asleep like this and you knew he would too.

You turned slightly checking mama and Levi who both seemed to have fallen asleep on the couch.

“Tommy,” you whispered, stroking his face. “Let’s go upstairs and get cleaned up alright?”

He furrowed his brow but nodded.

You held out your hand as you stood and helped him get back onto his feet as best as you could before guiding him upstairs.

He gave you a confused look as you opened the door to the hallway bathroom instead of his bedroom, but he followed you anyway.

You put the lid down on the toilet seat, before having him sit down.

He watched too tired to really comprehend what was happening as you turned on the facet.

While the water heated up, you returned your attention to Tommy. First, you loosened his tie and discarded it on the floor, then undid each button of his shirt before tugging it off his shoulders. You crouched down, untying the laces on his boots before pulling them and his socks off.

Under normal circumstances, Tommy would be freaking out and blushing like hell, but due to exhaustion he simply allowed you to take off his clothes. The only thought he seemed to be able to process was how much he loved you. It was something he knew for a while now but didn’t even want to admit to himself.

Your hands, then, moved to his belt, unhooking it before pulling it out of the belt loops. Finally with some help from Tommy you were able to get his pants off. You left his mask alone, you’d never dream of pushing the issue or overstepping any bounds, you’d get to see that part of Tommy when he was ready.

However, you couldn’t stop yourself from admiring his form for a second. Your eyes roaming over every inch as you appreciated his body starting with his broad shoulders, to his hairy chest, soft tummy, down to his happy trail leading to his thick uncut cock. Your face flushed as you quickly looked away.

He was handsome, maybe not everyone’s cup of tea, but you were definitely attracted to him.

You knelt back down bedside the tub and checked the temperature of the water, before putting the stopper in. You smiled up at Thomas, your eyes gazing at him adoringly, “The water should be warm enough now.”

Thomas nodded completely dazed still, he wondered if he had fallen asleep at some point, but usually not even his best dreams were this good.

“Come on,” you urged, as you guided him into the tub.

Thomas moaned as he stepped in and sank down into the porcelain tub. The hot water felt amazing against his sore body. He simply laid there for a good minute with his eyes closed until he felt your hands against his chest.

With a bar soap you began washing Tommy’s torso, swirling around his chest and shoulders first. Using a washcloth and the soap you focused on washing his body first. His forearms and hands were covered in blood.

You winced noticing the wounds on his knuckles, Thomas had a lot of scars and scratches on his body, you felt guilty knowing that you had contributed to that.

He noticed you staring at his hand, with the other he leaned forwards and stroked your cheek. He wanted to let you know that it wasn’t your fault.

You turned your head, nuzzling against Tommy’s hand and leaving a small kiss on his palm. “Thank you, Tommy,” you murmured.

He sighed, closing his eyes as you moved the washcloth to carefully clean his face. You wiped his mask, cheeks, forehead, around his eyes, and even behind his ears.

“Can you lean forward a bit?” You asked.

Thomas did as you asked, groaning as he moved his tired body.

You stood up, stepping into the tub behind him, sitting on the edge of the tub. “Alright, you can lean back again.”

You lathered your hands with shampoo then started working your fingers through his hair.

Thomas moaned as you massaged his scalp. No one had ever done this sort of thing before for him, at least not since he was little. He felt pampered as you took care of him. He tried to keep his eyes open, but he never felt quite this relaxed in his life.

You tilted his head back and rinsed the shampoo out. Running your fingers through it soothingly, before running your hands over his shoulders, squeezing and massaging his tense muscles.

He must of dozed off for a bit, his eyes slowly opening as you stood up and fetched a towel for him.

Thomas stretched, rubbing his eyes, then he stumbled out of the tub but you quickly by his side, offering him support. With the towel in your hand helped him dry off before securing a towel around his waist.

“Do you feel better?” You asked.

Thomas gave you a half smile and nodded, other than tired, he felt amazing.

You walked him to his room and watched as he dropped the towel on the floor and flopped onto his bed completely naked.

You giggled to yourself and sat on the edge of his bed next to him, patting his cheek gently as you tried to keep him awake just a moment longer.

“Thomas?”

He hummed and peeked an eye open.

“Thank you for everything, Thomas,” you leaned forward and kissed his forehead, your lips lingered on his skin, before you sat up. “Good night.”

…

After that night, there was a noticeable change in your and Tommy’s relationship. He stopped avoiding you so much and instead spent as much time as possible with you as he could.

At first he was still shy and unsure about the situation, but he tried his best to return the affection you showed him. Like when you’d take his hand in yours while walking outside, he’d work up the nerve to hold it tightly, even rub his thumb across the back of your hand.

Small pecks on the cheek soon became kisses on the lips, after you kissed him goodbye one morning by accident. You were going to apologize but Thomas immediately pulled you in for another, more passionate kiss. When he had pulled away, he left you standing there speechless as he marched to work redder than a tomato.

One morning, you surprised him in the barn while he was working. You wrapped your fingers around his tie and pulled him close. With your other hand, you tucked some of his hair behind his ear before leaning in and kissing him. You slipped your tongue between his lips eager to taste him. He cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze, then lifted you with ease onto the nearby workbench. The two of you made out like a couple of horny teenagers.

It wasn’t always easy to find privacy, not with his family constantly needing his help or when Levi would start crying and fussing. But the two of you found time, setting up little meetings in secret. The sneaking around though was worth it as long as he got to spend time alone with you.

Thomas was so happy that you decided to keep living here. You were so worried about being a burden that you tried going back home.

Thomas had accompanied you when you went to see what kind of condition your unwanted guest left it in. From the outside you could see that several of the windows had been broken. Inside, the whole place was trashed, the furniture was wrecked and your personal belongings were destroyed.

Thomas had held you as you cried after trying to find what you could salvage. You didn’t want to stay there, you didn’t want to be alone there… So when you and Tommy returned you asked mama if you could stay.

With what little you were able to bring from your old house, you made the guest feel more like your own. Thomas helped you move the furniture around to your liking, creating a small space for Levi to play.

In all honesty, you couldn’t imagine living alone again, not after living here with Tommy, mama, Monty and even Charlie.

…

Thomas cracked his eyes open, listening intently as someone quietly knocked on his door again.

“Thomas?”

He sat up immediately, once he recognized that it was your voice calling for him. Worried that something was wrong, he got out of bed and opened the door, dressed only in a white shirt and boxers.

“Sorry for waking you, but I couldn’t help it,” You smiled up at him. “It just started raining.”

Thomas cocked his brow, as if asking if you were really here in the middle of night to tell him that.

You pouted playfully, tugging on his hand, “Oh come on Tommy, it hardly ever rains this time or year, let’s go enjoy it together.”

He rolled his eyes, but still slipped on his boots before he followed you downstairs.

You slowly opened the front door trying to be as quiet as possible. Thomas smirked to himself, shaking his head slightly as he watched you acting like a little kid.

The moment you felt the night air, you took in a deep breath. You loved everything about rain, the sound, the way it smelled, how it felt on your skin. You couldn’t resist reaching and feeling the rain with your fingertips.

“Don’t you just love it?” You asked Tommy.

He shrugged, he liked the rain just fine, it was better than usual dry heat, at least.

You hopped down the steps, practically skipping as it started to rain even harder.

Thomas sat on the porch, watching as you played in the rain. You spun slowly on your tiptoes in your white nightgown with your arms out and your fingers wiggling. He couldn’t get over how lovely you were, in fact, you were the most beautiful person he had ever met, so sweet, gentle, and loving. He was glad you woke him up, even if he was a little cranky about it at first, but he truly appreciated getting this chance to see you so happy and be a part of that happiness. He couldn’t seem to get enough of you lately.

Still giggling, you wandered back to the porch completely soaked from head to toe.

He swallowed thickly as his eyes traveled down your body as you got closer.

Your wet nightgown clung to your every curve, and practically became translucent from the rain. He openly stared at you, slacked jawed, he could make out the shape and color of your nipples. They were hard and perky from the rain.

You bit your lip, as you became aware of Tommy’s lustful gaze. Straddling his leg as you moved onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck for support.

He lightly placed one of his hands on your waist, and caressed your cheek with the other, wiping a few stray droplets from your face.

You tilted your head, brushing your nose against his leather covered one, as your lips gently touched his. The hand that had been on your cheek, moved to the back of your head as Tommy deepened the kiss. You began to grind down on his thigh, moaning into his mouth as the two of you made out.

Thomas slowly kissed along your jaw, down to your neck while he nipped and sucked on the tender skin. His hands wandered down to your hips as you continued to rub your crotch against him.

He smiled against your skin as moaned his name riding his thigh faster, your fingers curling tightly into his hair.

You involuntarily shivered as the wind picked up. Tommy pulled away, giving you a quizzical look.

“Just a little cold,” you reassured him, loosening your arms from his neck and rubbing his chest. “Want to go to your room and warm me up?” You suggested in a low voice by Tommy’s ear.

He eagerly nodded, helping you to your feet as you both tried to go back inside quietly. You held his hand as you climbed up the steps.

When you made it to his room, you gave him a playful smile as you dropped his hand and opened his door. Thomas closed and locked it following behind you.

His room was dark as you stumbled inside with moonlight seeping in from the window.

Now that you were in private, you lifted your nightgown over your head, peeling it off your body and dropping it to the floor with your back facing Tommy. You rubbed your thighs together with anticipation. You had been carving Tommy’s touch, wanting nothing more than to take things further, finally feel him inside of you.

Taking a few steps towards you, he rested his forehead on top of yours, inhaling deeply as his hands explored the expanse of your back, savoring the feeling of your cool smooth skin under his warm rough palms.

You turned around to face him, your fingers carefully sweeping his hair away from his eyes. The corner of his eyes crinkled as he smiled down at you.

You pushed yourself onto your tiptoes and kissed him with parted lips. Tommy’s tongue eased into your mouth, his hands resting on the small of your back, your breasts pressing against his clothed chest.

“I want you, Thomas,” you whispered.

You walked backwards until your legs hit the bed, sitting on the edge, you slipped off your panties. Thomas knelt down on the floor before you, starting at your ankles, his fingers lightly moved upwards to the back of your knees. He parted your legs, while lifting them up to rest on his shoulders.

You laid back on the bed as Thomas’s tongue delved past your folds, giving you nice long licks, tasting your cunt up to your clit. You squirmed against him, as he buried his face deeper, sucking and slurping on your bud.

He wanted to get you off first, he wanted to make you feel good. He knew he wouldn’t last long, his hard cock was already weeping in his boxers, and he knew that your pussy would feel heavenly around him.

Tommy teased your entrance, your pussy was so slick that his index finger easily slipped it inside you. He pumped it in and out rhythmically, you were so warm and tight. You arched your back off the bed as he added another finger, the mild stretch stung but you felt so full. As he fingered fucked you, he continued to play with your clit using his mouth, switching between long sucks and quick swirls of his tongue.

“Ah,” you gasped, quickly muffling your mouth with your own hand. Last thing you wanted was to wake someone and have this moment interrupted.

Tommy could feel your legs tense as your toes started to curl, with your free hand you tangled your fingers in his dark hair, tugging on the strands and pushing his face further between your legs as you came on his fingers. Your vaginal walls clenched around them as your juices gushed down his hand. You whimpered as he gave your folds one last lick.

Unable to resist any longer, Thomas scrambled to his feet, yanking his shirt off and shoving his boxers down, and climbed onto the bed with you. You were still catching your breath as he loomed over you and began peppering kisses to your collarbone and chest.

Supporting his weight on one arm, he was able to grope your chest, fondling one of your tits and circling the nipple with his thumb. His tongue flicked over your other nipple, before he latched onto it, sucking.

Moving his hand down to his crotch, he tugged and rubbed his length as he lavished your body with attention using his mouth. Sitting up for just a moment, he continued to stroke his cock while he admired the view in front of him, your legs spread open, your chest rising and falling.

Gazing back up at him you wiggled your hips enticingly and wrapped your legs around his thighs. Getting the idea, Tommy positioned his cock, sliding the tip along your slit before pushing the head into your wet hot pussy.

Thomas made a gravelly groan as his cock went deeper into you. He couldn’t believe how good it felt, feeling your warm walls squeezing around his shaft. He tried to take it slow, wanting this to last.

His grabbed your ass, a cheek in each hand, and lifted you off the bed as he fucked you harder. Thomas began to pant, his eyes half lidded as he watched your breasts jiggle and bounce with each thrust.

You mewled and writhed against the sheets as Tommy’s hips snapped faster and faster. He was breathing heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as he focused on how good your body felt.

“You feel so good, Tommy,” you moaned, legs tightening around him. “Fill me up with your cum.”

He bent forward, capturing your lips with his in a sloppy kiss before his nails dug into the soft plump flesh of your ass and his face twisted with pleasure. He growled harshly as he finally came.

His warm breath fanned your shoulder, his dark hair hanging in front of eyes as beads of sweat formed on his forehead. He hissed as he moved, slowly pulled his member from your cunt and collapsed beside you.

Tommy whined as you shuffled away from him to pull the sheet over you and him. You laid back down on your side, facing him as his arms snaked around you, you tucked your head under his.

“I love you, Thomas,” you confessed as you closed your eyes.

He pressed his lips to the top of your head, letting you know he felt the same way. He listened to the rain as it continued to hit the roof as you fell asleep. Your breathing was calm and slow, and your body soft and warm as he stroked your arm.

Thomas started to dream of what life would be like now that he had you, like getting to fall asleep beside you every night, having many more evenings filled with pleasure, watching Levi grow up… He snuggled closer to you, maybe by this time next year there would be another baby in the house, a little girl would be nice.

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Your "slashers react to babygirlfication" post is hilarious, but I'm curious how'd they react to the number of fans who see them as father figures 🙌

Pfft okay so I took some time to ponder the concept and I present:

Slashers react to choosing and being chosen to be father figures.

Sorry u stinky men covered in blood. Ur a dad now. U cannot run, u cannot hide.

Characters included: Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis, Leslie Vernon, Brahms Heelshire, Michael Myers, Patrick Bateman, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair, Billy Lenz

2k words. SFW, mild references to nsfw but not for horny purposes. Gender Neutral. Second person. Silly, sometimes surprisingly cute. Sometimes surprisingly stupid. Ur an adult. No Y/N is used here.

Not everything ends in a fatherly dynamic, but it's always familial except for stupid Bo. Most are from the killer's POV. This is intended to be a realistic take on the subject, please expect canon behavior and violence.

Leatherface:

Bubba’s closeness is a little overbearing, to be honest. You don’t hate it. No one you’ve ever met has been so eager to be with you every moment of every day. You’ve begun to appreciate everything he does for the farm in a new light. He works hard and you want to be just as solid and hard-working as him. Bubba is used to everyone belittling him and for you to see him as someone fully functioning, someone you want to learn from or take after is just seemingly wrong. He’s not a daddy. He can't remember his own daddy so he’s pretty sure that he’s not someone to be seen as fatherly. He understands wanting to feel safe more than anyone else so he sort of gets it.

Nonetheless, it's all very confusing. But… you’re so smart, he trusts you… you can’t be wrong about anything. If looking up to him makes you happy, he’ll do his best to be the person you see him as. Expect almost comically fatherly behavior. This guy is gonna demand you go to bed at sundown and eat ALL your food. He’s gonna give you tripled servings of veggies and insist that dandelions are good for you. He’s gonna put his hands on his hips and stomp around mumbling frustratedly because that seems to be all that Drayton does and it’s gonna be hard to not laugh at it all.

That being said, if you leaned into his mother-hen aspects, he’d fucking love it. He wants to brush your hair and make you pretty. He wants to plant flowers and squawk and squeal over boxes of jewelry and makeup. He leans into a motherly role easily and he loves taking care of someone happy to receive it. He starts carrying around a purse because duh, that’s what mothers do. In the purse is a bunch of cool rocks, chicken feathers and the occasional worm or mouse or something. Expect to see the pretty lady mask much more often.

Thomas Hewitt:

It's hard to determine much of anything he's thinking or feeling due to the mask. You slipped on something the other day and Thomas didn’t seem to appreciate the resulting calamity. He stomped up the stairs and grabbed you by the armpits to hoist you up in order to check you for damage. He grabbed your head like a basketball to inspect it for damage and you took it to mean that he cares about your well being. Communication isn’t his strong suit but he cares… at least you think he does. He’s unaware of the role you’ve slotted him into but he’s been giving you things to do and he tolerates you in his vicinity.

With gestures and the occasional huff of breath, he sat you in front of some scrap wood and you quickly realized that he wanted you to check for wood rot. It felt good to be given a task and perhaps your happiness alluded to your thoughts because he’s been showing you all sorts of things and how to use a bunch of tools. There’s a certain approving grunt he does that’s become your favorite thing to hear. You've started to not hate waking up at the crack of dawn. You wonder if he’ll one day let you work with leather. Maybe he’ll teach you to tan it?

Billy Loomis:

This is amongst the worst possible characters you could’ve possibly chosen to see as a father figure.

First of all, he’s barely out of high school and second of all, his expectations are high and impossible to achieve. He wants a protege, he wants to create a killer that he refined with his own hands but unfortunately, he's stupid. Unfortunately, he gets stuck in long-winded rants about the power of a knife and blah blah blah movie reference blah blah.

The asshole’s given you fucking homework and on top of that, he keeps making you go get him slurpies and vape refills from 7/11. It's the worst. You thought he was some kind of mastermind killer but he smells like axe bodyspray and keeps talking to you about his expert manipulation skills when you saw him fully kick a trashcan when someone refused his fake ID at a bar. You’d like to get onto some KILLING lessons or maybe see the Ghostface with your own eyes, but so far most of what you’ve seen is him checking himself out in mirrors.

You're beginning to think you could definitely kick his ass and everything he’s managed so far has been a genuine fluke. You feel as if you’ve looked up to Ghostface for so long that the real deal is a huge disappointment. Perhaps it’s time for a new ghost to take up residency.

Leslie Vernon:

This is what he’s doing all of this for. It's the height of killer fame to retire and let your successor take up the reins. He’ll fade into memory and fearful recollection and he’ll make you a mask of your very own so you can continue his legacy. He’s been planning for this for years down to the itty bitty specifics. You’re gonna be some down-on-your-luck kid and you’re gonna make some rookie mistake with your first crime and then he’s gonna get you out of a pickle and the rest is history. At least… that's how it works in the movies.

With all the planning he’s put into this, it’s gonna work out perfectly. You haven't seen him yet but he’s seen you. You're perfect. He can already feel the fatherly love slamming some burgers onto a grill inside of him. Maybe the two of you can play ball with someone’s cut out heart. Wouldn’t that be something huh? Alright, squirt let's get this shebang started! He’s just gotta put the finishing touches on the whole orphaning thing….

Brahms Heelshire:

You were lonely in this dead place. That much was obvious.

Brahms knew the feeling. Meeting you went smoother than it regularly went, but there was a clear roadblock in place when it came to taking care of him. You don’t follow the rules at all and that’s just unacceptable. You can't both be babied, that’s not gonna work!

Despite your inability to give him the structure he needs, he decides that just being around you is better than nothing. You seemingly don’t mind quiet and he's happy just to be seen. Even if you both need something that neither of you are able to provide, it's nice to just exist without fear or the worrisome concept of rejection.

In silence, the dusty air settled and it was easy to find some solidarity between you both. Both of you were hugely in need of someone to cling to. You’re scared and so is he. It’s… nice to know that someone else understands his feelings so well. You settle into an easy routine, eating together and sleeping in the same room... It takes a while but he begins to piece together the idea that if he wants to be mommied, maybe you need a daddy? Maybe you just need someone else to look to when you’re feeling alone and scared. Really, that’s all he wants too.

At the very least, Brahms can be that person for you. The two of you might be stuck in an awkward jumble of power dynamics but none of it feels wrong. He loves you but not like he’s loved nannies in the past. He’s starting to think that the two of you are in desperate need of a mommy and a daddy. He’s gonna be a good big brother in getting you exactly what you need. You’re not alone anymore and neither is he. It doesn’t hurt so much to be a real boy when you’ve never thought of him as anything besides human.

Michael Myers:

Well. This is happening.

He’s tried killing you multiple times and for the first time in his life, he’s found someone who disrespects death just as much as he does.

No matter what he does or where he goes, you’re close by. Hiding from somewhere, watching him from somewhere. If he turns around and walks away, you’ll manage to find him again no matter what. It's annoying. You’re annoying. Too loud. Too alive.

You've begun to wear a jumpsuit like his and an eyesore of a mask. Michael pointedly doesn't look your way or acknowledge you in the slightest. You might pester and ask questions but you get no answer. He makes sure to not even breathe in your presence. No matter the targeted coldness, you still chase after him as if you’re excited about wherever he’s going.

Once, he picked you up and physically tossed you through the front door of a recently “vacated” house just so you’d have somewhere to stay and unsurprisingly, you were back at his heels the next time he went hunting. You took up permanent residence in his peripherals and sometimes you managed to even sneak up on him. He’s climbed into impossible places and found the most hidden crevices he could find to rest but you're impossible to outwalk.

You’re a buzzing fly but he’s stopped trying to kill you because it doesn’t work. You don’t have his stature or his stride, but he’s beginning to think that you might be something other than what he’s assumed. Recently, he tossed a knife at you with enough precision to kill and you not only caught the damned thing— but you proceeded to ask when you’d get to use it. Slowly, he turned his head toward yours and you tilted yours ever so slightly in question while your hand tightened around your blade’s handle. That was all the discussion needed. He stood and so did you, you were like a shadow behind him and he’s never felt any particular violent urge toward a shadow.

Patrick Bateman:

Children are god-awful things. Still, Patrick understands their purpose. With a child comes respect. Others will ooh and ahh over someone bragging over their brat’s acceptance into some ivy league school. You get to brag about your trips to all the best places once you’ve cultured your child enough to let them anywhere near Milan or Dubai. Kids are accessories to people like him. No one raises their kid of course, you hire help to do that for you— but even so, Patrick loathes the idea of something other than himself wearing his face. While Patrick understands now is about the time that someone like him is expected to breed, he hates the idea of letting some whore take his seed and brew up some vile squirming thing that’s half made of someone he knows he’ll hate. How can he trust her genetics? All women are whores and breeding one just sounds disgusting. Ugh. He’s not a family man and he finds the concept stomach-turning.

With a few moments of thought, he thinks about the youngest person he can think of and he decides that the coffee barista at the expensive roastery is fine enough of a choice. You’re polite enough. Your handshake is firm. He’s looked you up before and you have no criminal record to speak of….

By the end of the day, he’s drafted a formal questionnaire and had it delivered to your place of employment via a courier service. When his email lights up with a notification, the subject line: “Interview scheduling.” He crinkles his nose. You don’t know how to spell? Anyone with a brain knows that “Schedueling” is spelled with an E after the U. Obviously, you have a lot to learn but… he’s already had a suit tailored to your size so he might as well interview you despite your poor spelling.

Bo Sinclair:

Someone looking up to him has something new and weird surfacing from the graveyard inside of him. It’s all sick and twisted, it moves like a roach with its head cut off. He’s sort of flattered but the sincere baffling concept of someone seeing him as a father figure has him edging the line of being pissed about it.

You’re playing some kinda mind game with him, right? He’s not a fucking loser so he’s definitely gonna figure out wtf you’re on about and why you keep asking him to teach you some bullshit or other. You don't care for shit about the engine he's workin' on. Clearly, you're trying to be clever and do something... Y'think you can get one up on him? Ain't no goddamned way.

Unfortunately, the wires in his brain are all over the place and they’re all connected to his dick’s hair-trigger sensor. Obviously, you have the hots for him. You’re flirting with him. You’re doing all this shit for his attention huh? He’s unable to comprehend that your stockholm has turned itself inside out and you're beginning to as a father figure. He's the big man around this town, wearing his big pants and walking with his big man walk. It's not your fault for getting confused in this rot filled town.

Bo immediately assumes your behavior is some lil deviant kink thing of yours and any innocence you intended is quickly destroyed by a loud mouth and a peacock strut.

Vincent Sinclair:

Charcoal coats the side of your wrist and Vincent wonders if he should tell you to go to bed. You’ve been sketching all day and he knows from experience that your back must hurt from the contorted way you’re sitting. Every lesson he’s ever given you has been taken in stride. Anatomy is something you’re giving your all to learn and it’s… fulfilling to have someone so eager to learn from him. His mother’s teaching was enforced with several painful implements and whether it was a metal ruler or stinging words, Vincent learned out of loyalty to appease her. He turned loyalty into passion out of survival instinct and still, he creates out of muscle memory. He’s still haunted by his mother's ghost but he looks at her with less disdain now that he has someone eager to make everything he knows worth something.

You wear that same sense of anticipatory nervousness he once armed himself with. You shyly show him what you’re working on, and when he shows you an error you always take it with pride rather than shame. You must know how proud he is of your progress. It’s been years since he’s stood up for himself but his twin is somewhere nursing a shiner after he let himself into Vincent’s workspace just to bother you. No. you didn’t need a nude model. No, you didn’t want to do something more fun. No you didn’t want to take a break and look at something less fuck ugly for a change.

No matter the circumstances that brought you here, Vincent’s been your protector since the day he found you locked in the garage’s basement, drawing in the dirt. You’re his student. Under his care. You’re a good thing and he’s not going to let his twin spoil you like he’s spoiled everything else.

Billy Lenz:

He’s still got a scar from when he accidentally happened upon you.

Finding you was a complete accident. He broke into a creaky old house, looking for somewhere dry and he quickly realized that someone else had already staked their claim on the dusty shithole.

Crazed eyes met his and you launched at him like an animal immediately, completely without hesitation. The impact knocked him through a rickety old door and you whooped like a monkey before wildly falling into a pit of screaming laughter. Your laughter was contagious. Little thing full of so much rage. Like a kitten scratching and scratching at a fancy couch. It began to be difficult to laugh at your joke on account of the phone cord wrapped around his neck, cutting off his oxygen. You might’ve killed him if he didn't find enough clarity to throw you off of him.

You scrambled onto a counter, bare feet disrupting the thick layer of dust and you bared your teeth, breathing heavily. Your nose was red as if you just got here out of the cold and it was just so clownish. Billy mimicked you just the same, squatting on the ground and offering you a series of clown honks and circus noises. After a few moments, you relaxed but with his ever so slight movement forward you growled like a dog before telling him that you were going to shove his stupid bellbottoms so far down his throat that he’d be shitting out a denim baby. Instantly, he wriggled about, wincing while imagining the horrible sensation of denim up his ass.

You’re funny! Funny funny clown. Not a piggy. Not to be gutted and pulled apart. His head was a mess and it hurt where it knocked against the linoleum, it had him agitated but not toward you. A nearby house’s Christmas lights snapped into visual existence and you glared through the dirty kitchen window as if startled by the red and green. With a series of vocalizations accompanied by tonal hissing, Billy asked if you wanted to go Christmas caroling and you’ve been having a holly jolly time ever since.

This time of year is much much more tolerable now that he’s got a red nosed Rudolph who likes bloody red ribbons just as much as he does. You’ve gotten good at prank calls and you’re just so very mean to mouth breathing boys. While Billy handles the snobby sluts, you take care of heavy-shouldered neanderthals. Fratboys are your favorite flavor and Billy is just so tickled that you have similar tastes to his. You're a fast learner. Good at climbing. Good at killing. You make the noises go away. The frantic clamor of mutated memory quiets when he's got you wedged in his hindbrain.

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dreamties · 8 months

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Howdy there folks! Reminder, I've got a general taglist for folks that want to be mentioned whenever I post anything.

I also have a list for anyone waiting to see specific characters! If ya really like Johnny and you want to see more Johnny / Johnny&Reader content, consider asking to be added to the list. Two folks are already on it <3333

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i-heart-slashers · 15 days

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"It was just a joke, Bubs. A joke!" You yell from the back of the truck you'd jumped into as he chases you down the road swinging his chainsaw at you.

"I thought your dancing was amazing..." You lie trying to save yourself from the swing down of the chainsaw "okay I can see you're angry, let's talk later".

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worldofworldz · 1 year

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PLEASE SOMEONE SEND A REQUEST!!!!

Anything goes. I also write for slashers

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meadow-selfship · 2 years

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thinking of coming down to have breakfast with the Hewitt family after you just spent the night in Tommy's room,, Luda Mae is polite and welcoming for the most part, Hoyt would be so terrible he'd get scolded by the rest. Tommy hugging me protectively to his side when he sees Hoyt's gaze linger on the marks on my neck and shoulders. Later on Luda Mae will single me out while doing chores and she'll ask if her son is behaving right and I'll tell her he's a gentleman and that I love him and he's just so much stronger and bigger is all, and she'll glow with pride for her boy being so appreciated.

I can tell Hoyt said things to Tommy the next night as the way he touches me changes. I sit him down, we undress and i make him shower with me to get him out of his head. As I massage shampoo in his hair, he rubs gentle but calloussed fingers over the bruise on my shoulder where he grabbed me the night before, and whines low in his throat. I'll lean into him and bury my head against his neck, standing on my tiptoes to be able to reach. Him changing his position makes me lose my balance and i almost slip - but he catches me. This makes us laugh and all is well. We sleep like roses, and each rose has its thorns.

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slashwhores · 1 year

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cas-backwards-tie · 7 months

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Chapter One: Hesitations Downfallen

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

The Family Name

Summary: Stuck in traffic in an overheated car with your fellow camp counselors, you're left with a decision that could buy you more time to chill before the kids arrive at camp, or that'll lead to a major scolding from the Head Counselor.

Words: 2.6k

Warnings: Cursing, Impulsive Behavior, Peer Pressure, Racism (if you squint), Assault,

A/N: This is something that's... so random for me, personally, to write. I think it's because I'd been following the beta'ing of TCM game and then watching as it released. So we can thank Delirious for this! Considering this is also out of my usual element, I think it'd be fun to experiment with and write something a little more gruesome, unruly, and dark.

It felt like it went on forever, the endless highway turning into road as you lean your head against the window. “I don’t know why they chose to go this way when there’s a fucking downed bridge! If they just followed the map they’d see it’s much quicker if we hopped off and got back on at the Two-Ninety Junction.”

Eyes shifting to the two yellow buses leading your caravan down to Pedernales State Park, you let your attention flicker back out your window onto the grassy plains that seem to stretch on into the distance. Trees sporadically line the walls of fence that edge the highway, roofs of houses now having lessened in number now that you've passed Austin. The plush green and cream-colored grass swaying in the wind is relaxing juxtaposed to the stagnant piled-up highway that’s been directly in front of the car for the past forty minutes.

“Guess someone didn’t read the papers this morning-“ Connie says, “or they were just too lazy to reroute the trip.” The comment elicits a laugh from the group of friends and colleagues you’d been pushed to travel with. As one of the returning counselors this summer at Camp Cherry Springs, there’d been an initiative to get to know the new recruits that had the pleasure of joining you and the more experienced counselors— Connie, Sonny, Leland, Julie, and Ana—in the cars while the ones who’d taken the short straws wound up joining the kids on the buses for the three-hour drive.

With a jerky stop-and-go, cars begin moving ever so slowly. "There's an opening, Lee!" Julie exclaims with a little bounce in her seat as she points out a dodgy game of cutting people off to get to the nearest exit on the highway. Sonny groans in his seat, sitting back against the sticky warm fabric of the car. He fans himself with one hand as you've all been trapped in the car without air conditioning for the past twenty minutes. The engine had started to compensate when it'd begun to overheat.

"Let's just get on with it! If we can get off, find a bathroom, and maybe get something to drink before getting back on the road and still beating them to camp, then I'm in," Sonny concedes. Ana looks between you and Sonny in the backseat, questioning whether she should encourage Julie and Leland's impulsive behavior or stay with the caravan, as directed by the Head Counselor: AKA the Boss.

"Mm, if Sonny's in then I gotta say go for it! What about you?" Ana turns her attention to you for a moment before eyeing Connie in the back. "Connie?"

"Hit the pedal, Lee!" Connie encourages. With the exit just feet away, Leland turns on his turn signal, giving scarce warning before turning the wheel and cutting across three lanes of traffic to get off the highway. The line at the light is still fairly long, but not nearly as horrifying as the seemingly neverending stall of traffic on the highway. Soon enough the street light turns green and you're able to cut a right turn and head down Julie's supposed shortcut.

With a fifteen-minute ride down a local highway, you wind up eventually taking a left, and then a right, and now the town's shops and homes start to turn into barns and acres of farmland. You don't mind, however, the cows, horses, and occasional sheep are a nice welcome compared to the previous mechanic purgatory everyone seemed to be suffering in considering the air-conditioning had stalled. Now, however, the air is back on, though it's not needed. The sun has passed its peak, windows are down, and cool air is freely flowing through the windows of the car, creating a vacuum of pleasant and exhilarating wind.

The thump of the bass of the music playing on the classic hits channel is something you could easily find yourself bopping to, glad your friends had taken that chance. Hand out the window, you watch as it dances in the wind, making shapes with your fingers and letting the wind drift around it. Sipping on the slushie you got back at the Quik-Trip you'd stopped at a few miles back, you let yourself hum in delight at the cool sugary sweet taste. Ana passes over the corn chips and you pop a few into your mouth, crunching away, a blissful contrast of sweet and salty coating your tongue.

No longer antsy and intent on getting to camp as quickly as humanly possible, you can easily see on the clock that you're well ahead of schedule. Once again you've found yourself admiring the scenery, farmland occasionally now interspersed with factories and a ghost town or two. While not uncommon in this area, you find it intriguing to imagine what the towns must've once been like. Surely, someone at some point built the place and was intent to live there. So what was their story? Distracted and lost in thought, you hardly tune in when Sonny speaks up. It's only when Leland repeats what the former must've said that you realize it's more pertinent than you'd thought.

"Bathroom? Good luck finding one out here, bud!" Leland laughs, shaking his head. "Just go in the cup and chuck it out the window."

"I've... actually gotta go too," you speak up hesitantly. Leland's current attitude toward Sonny isn't the nicest, and while you know that Sonny's the odd one out, you can't help but feel compassion for him. The man releases a quiet groan, fingers tapping against the side of the driver's door as he thinks.

"Well, if you see anywhere we can actually stop, then say somethin'!"

Though you'd needed to pee about ten minutes ago, the urge increases, and you all are running out of stops. "Good Barbecue Ahead!" Ana reads a sign as you pass it on a side road. Though some of the places you've been passing have become more sparse and give an eerie sense of de trop. "Maybe they'll have a bathroom there?" She proposes.

"Good idea," Connie compliments, hands resting on the back of your guys' seat. "Plus we could grab another couple snacks if need be."

Focused on the bouncing of your leg, you try to keep calm. You hadn't thought things through before getting a big slushie at the convenience station back there. Luckily, your friends had your back.

As trees pass and the grassy plains start to look a little more habitable, more wildlife emerging, you know you're getting close. "There it is! Pull over, Leland," Julie commands. Knowing Leland, he'd joke, drive past, and then turn around only to go in. Or make Sonny just go in the cup if you hadn't needed to go. A cruel joke, boys being boys, they'd argue.

As the car comes to a stop, Leland decides he'll top off the gas. Sonny races for the bathroom. Ana debates staying in the car while Connie decides to see what barbecue they have. Of course, you follow after Sonny.

Quick Soda. The name of the service station. Underneath the red Coca-Cola-resembling sign lies another one in darker red reading: We Slaughter BARBECUE. The presentation is nice. Pushing the slated swing doors open, you see a bar to your right while a counter lies on your left. Connie inspects whatever's inside the counter's display case, while Ana seemingly decided to join and look at the little gift shop trinkets. "Can I help you?" A sweet and drawn-out voice causes your attention to drift over to the far right where an older lady stands behind a cashier's stand. You hadn't noticed it at first.

"Oh! Hello- Hi- Yes. Do... you guys have a bathroom by chance, Miss?" You ask. While she'd caught you off-guard, you still want to be polite. Even if the need to pee is becoming increasingly more urgent.

"Same as I told that boy. It's 'round back. Got signs on 'em. One for the men, one for the women... 's open." With an unaffected face, she seems ready to end the conversation before sticking her hand out a little for your attention just as you'd turned. "Tell yer frien' to slow down, why don'tcha?" She chuckles.

"Will do, Ma'am. Thank you," you retort, offering a playful smile and nod before heading back outside and around the back.

While the front may have been trim and proper, the further back you go, the less unruly the grass gets. The outhouse looks fine enough, even if it's a little shabby. Luckily, it's only this once. Well... until you get to camp. But it isn't anything unfazing. Country life is different, after all! There's a long white fence out back behind everything, some boards broken, though overall a nice picture of the country as farmland spans on for miles behind it. A few trees scatter the edge of the property, some wildflowers poking out of bushes and the tall grass.

In the outhouse, it doesn't take long for you to... take care of business. Fortunately, there was toilet paper, even if it was one-ply and not the best, you made do. After all, you're sure the shopkeepers are doing what they can and so far their business strikes you as impressive for what you'd seen of the town so far on the way here. That being, there wasn't much of one, really. Though people out here are probably used to a longer commute, you figure. Upon exiting the outhouse you hear a whimpering that catches your attention, worry emerging.

Interest piqued, you walk over to the source of the noises coming from a spot directly behind the wooden building by the fence. After a moment of pulling the tall grass back, you find your lips parting as a silent cry lingers in your throat.

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Like an angel surrounded by white and pink, the color of all things lovely, there's an innate femininity in the way she holds herself. Perhaps it was the jewelry adorning her earlobes, neck, and fingers, or the way her face was painted that day... yet ultimately it was a sight to behold there in the flesh. A swish of her long locks over her shoulders to gracefully tumble down her back, her eyes set upon him.

Lips parting in surprise and shock at the unexpected sight, astonishment is the only word that comes to mind. It's the one that made her hesitate momentarily as she took in his soft-looking curly locks and the intense set of eyes drawing her to the giant before her.

Only a matter of a yard and a half stood between them, yet it didn't take long for reality to set back in. With determined, purposeful long strides, he attempts to close the distance before she even thinks to run. The woman whips her head back toward whatever she'd been looking at before meeting his eye once more.

Putting her hands up in a silent command, she makes a pushing movement twice, a telltale sign for him to 'stop' or 'wait'. He knows that much. Repeating her earlier movement of gauging something in the grass beside her, beautiful light eyes find dark ones again. The man hadn't slowed down from her perception, yet he'd been taken aback for a split-second, causing him to second-guess his familial orders. Finger raised to her lips, she commands him again. It flicks downward till she's pointing at the shielded spot. Whatever lie in the grass, it's not visible to him from the few feet still lingering between them. Her vision shifts again, yet once they meet his, it's over.

Another surprise, a fortuitous omen, perhaps, if one believed in such things. An unforeseen exchange, something he never would have predicted upon waking this morning; a smile graces her lips. Teeth peek out from behind her rosy lips as her hands curl up in front of her, beckoning him over with a tacit motion. Upon first glance, he could admit to himself that his reaction was not one he anticipated, personally. Though the signs and motions elicit a curiosity that one cannot deny has its clutch on humanity. Especially those that are sheltered from much of life's offerings. It doesn't even feel like a decision; at least, not a conscious one, at that. Thomas slows his pace down to a quiet, normal approach. While the woman may not know that her implicit request was unnecessary, being there no current reason to speak, he follows suit, nonetheless.

"Look!" She quietly calls, voice traveling the short distance between them now as he bends her knees slightly, vision returning to that patch of grass once more. "Look."

While it may annoy him to no end that whatever it is certainly has more intrigue than him, the excitement that fills him in anticipation is exhilarating. There's a fear too, no doubt, a worry that she will make a break and run for it once he finally gets close enough. However, the kind regard has left him feeling a multitude of emotions he can't begin to comprehend, nor analyze at this moment in time.

As the giant of a man slowly gets within reaching distance, she points out the object of her focus in hopes of sharing a fond memory with someone. None of her friends had come in search of her, and while the saying of 'stranger danger' is by no means simply a children's tale, she's found there tend to be many more friends than foes in the world. "Look at how cute," she whispers, the smile never leaving her lips as she shifts her vision between the giant and the sight. Within the tall green grass sat behind the rest stop's main building there the woman had heard a quiet 'chittering' upon exiting the outhouse. Being one of a curious nature, she found that in a divet where the grass has clearly been passed over many times, there was an open bundle of kindling, soft fur, twigs, and grass all twined together. That, though, had not been the cause of her smile. Inside, a nest of baby bunnies were wiggling and squirming about as a way of seeking each other and their warmth out.

Hands on her knees, the woman finally looks back at him, this time with a concerned look in her eyes. "Do you think their mom abandoned them?" Thomas' eyes finally detach from the adorable sight before them. He wants to tell her that 'No. It's unlikely,' yet he can't bring himself to. She shakes her head, a smile reappearing on her face once more as her attention returns to the sight before them. "What am I saying? Of course not. She's probably out getting food for them or something. They're fine." Watching the woman straighten her posture, he does the same, however, he still overwhelms her stature by easily over a foot and a half if not more.

A little daunted by his stature, she continues to smile through the uncomfortability of being so close to a stranger, a man, at that. "Right?" She asks, attempting to break the silence between them as he still hasn't said anything. He hadn't even commented on how cute the baby bunnies were! Their fluffy little bodies and tiny ears still pressed to the napes of their necks, eyes not yet opened. Watching him slowly nod his head, eyes having never left hers once they'd both come to a stand, she's finally relieved that she's not talking to a wall. Just as she searches his eyes and goes to say goodbye, he quickly brings his intertwined hands down upon her head. There's a feeling of falling, and then... blackness.

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