Thomas Hewitt X You - Tumblr Posts - Page 2

laying in bed brain static drooling in completely catatonic state thinking about being mrs. thomas hewitt and the bau come a knockin at da door

thomas hewitt meets criminal minds but morgan could save him. me thinks

its that. its the. its time againm please god let me have thomas hewitt in my mailbox literally figuratively sexually ill take anything pelase

Me to Thomas after he literally does anything ever at all:

not to be normal about thomas v

but qhat ifi. what if i put him in my basement

guys

thomas

is just.

sooooooooo

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Rough fingers run in circles across your stomach, leaving a soft ticklish feeling that stirs you from a light sleep.

Hot breath fans against your neck and shoulder, feeling the audible grumble against your side as your husband mumbles half asleep incoherencies.

Your hand reaches upwards, a soft hum resonating through your chest as your fingers course through soft, dark curls that suspiciously smell like your conditioner.

Like magic, the deep, rough mumbles fade to nothing as the light touches against your skin comes to a halt, quickly replaced by the firm grasp on your side, pulling you against a warm, bare chest.

"...Thomas.." You whisper against his skin, a chaste kiss against his forehead sending another calm wave over him, his touch relaxing even more.

This was common ground between you two. Thomas never liked to sleep before you, often times leading to his jolting, half awake state just to make sure he doesn't leave you awake and alone, pulling you from whatever light sleep you managed to find yourself in.

The environment and features around you blur together like sand particles rushing through a tidal wave, your mind blocking out anything other than the heat encircling you, the warm presence of your love pressed into your side, soft snores lulling you back to sleep.

His presence rivaled a golden halo wrapped in aged apple leaves, a strong and steady promise of peace and warmth, a constant protection in a dangerous world.

He'd give his life for you.

And it was silent times as this that reminded you most of that.

Content.

Peace.

Harmony.

No bliss could compare to the safety of his arms around you, enclosing you in a safe haven of his own making.

You are his perfect angel, and he, your devot follower.

Soft hums of a lullably you've long forgotten crawls from your throat, cracking against your tongue as you wrap yourself even closer to his body.

He falls silent, worshipping your presence even in his sleep.

How could you ever wish for anything more?

Slashers meeting their Chubby/Plus size S/O

A/n:Oh weh 😭, this drabble was in my queue, and I hella forgot about it! Hope you like this one tho!

Requests are still open if you want to do some requests, or if you want to ask me stuff it doesn't matter! (This is a long drabble, so it took so much of my energy and brain power making/editing this 😭. I was going to add more characters, but it was going to be too much for me to handle to write..)

Characters: Hannibal & Will, Thomas Hewitt, and Brahms Heelshire.

TW:Kidnapping, possessive, obsession, swearing, and mild blood and gore

(Tell me if I missed any warnings!)

LIKES AND REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!♥️

Dividers made by @/cafekitsune

Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham:

You've heard about the Chesapeake Ripper and his spouse around Baltimore, Maryland.

You are in your little bakery, serving your usual customers what they want. Loving the wholesome it brings for customers, the lighting is perfect for your customers. All the decorations, etc.

Which made your little bakery popular around the small town you're living in! Your pastries are warm and flaky when it's out of the oven the second it's done, and the way you make your pastries home made too!

Now Hannibal and Will have heard about your bakery from Jack and his wife, saying that your pastries taste so good, instead of those other ones they visited.

They both walked into your bakery and looked around and how gorgeous and homey it feels. They walked to the front of your counter, looking around since you weren't there in the front. Will looked down at a sign that said 'If I'm not here I'm mostly in my kitchen batching more pastries! Ring me if you need anything!'

So Will decided to press your little bell, and there you are coming out of your kitchen, with your pastries all warm and fresh out of the oven ready to be served. You then put up a finger for 'one moment' and placed your pastries in their right place.

You walked to your counter and asked what they wanted. See the pastries that you brought out that were hot and fresh, was one of Hannibal's favorite pastry/dessert. Hannibal ordered a danish for him as for Will he wanted whatever Hannibal is having.

You then nodded and asked if they wanted to stay here or if it's to go. Hannibal answered before Will did, which was stay. You smiled and nodded your head and went to get plates for two danishes. You placed the danishes on both plates and walked to your counter again, and said your price. Hannibal paid for it and said his thanks, and you smiled and said "thank you for coming."

Hannibal and Will both sat down and bit into your homemade danish, it was so soft, warm, and flaky. They couldn't help but start saying 'mmm's' because of your homemade danish.

After that day when they went there, they came to your bakery almost everyday! Now these two are your usual customers, which you didn't mind because you loved serving them your homemade pastries! Also you've been trying out new ones and they've been there to try your new ones too!

It's been like this for 3 whole months, until one faithful day those two were revealed as the rippers of Baltimore. It broke your heart and your trust for them, and let's just say you've been telling them about yourself and a lot of things..

That's why the FBI is in your bakery asking you questions about Hannibal and Will, but really they didn't tell you what they do, except they're in the FBI. That's all you answered for them.

Jack, the head of the FBI team wanted to ask you some other questions, like when they visited, what they do, etc. You also answered those questions. Jack then nodded his head and sighed, "My team and I will be back here tomorrow if anything happens," and so they all left.

You then closed your shop for the day, went upstairs to go shower and change into your night wear for the night. Footsteps were heard upstairs.. you brought the nearest thing to you, it was your umbrella, ready to hit someone whoever was up there. You went upstairs and saw that your bedroom was open, you knew that a person was in there so you went to your bathroom, closed and locked it.

You dialed Jack's phone number, since you hated the police for being lazy idiots and not finding criminals these days, while it was dialing you heard footsteps again and it made your heart beat faster. 'Cmon, c'mon, please answer Jack.' you thought to yourself.

Will came out of your shower and held you down on your bathroom floor, the door to your bathroom also opened somehow by Hannibal. Will then covered your mouth with his own hand.

"It's okay, it will be okay my love.. Hannibal and I will take care of you.." Will said.

Then, Hannibal had a needle injection in his hand, and poke it through your arm. Drowsiness is all you see and you blacked out and fell limp on Will's arms.

Thomas Hewitt:

You and your friends have been planning to go to Texas for a summer road trip! Currently all of you are in the jeep blasting music in hot Texas. Until your friend that was driving stopped at a gas station, "Imma do a quick stretch and you guys get some snacks for the way, in case you guys get hungry." Your driver friend said.

You needed some snacks for yourself, so you walked into the little gas station, while some of your friends did a little bit of stretching. You walked in the gas station and looked around to see what they were selling. Luckily, this gas station was selling snacks, so you had to walk over there and get some for you and your friends.

Apparently, sometimes you kinda do this, and it's by not really looking around your surroundings. So, you end up faceplanting into a hard chest. You immediately apologized, and looked up to see a man wearing a leather face mask.

You stared into his dark brown eyes, and thought how beautiful they were. As for Thomas, he doesn't know what to do, instead he stood there and looked into your eyes. While you guys are lost in each other's eyes, Luda came around the counter wondering why did you and thomas stood still, so she spoke up. "Is everything alright you two?"

You jumped at the question and looked at the lady, "Sorry, I was just apologizing to him because I didn't look where I was going." You said. Luda then looked at Thomas, and Thomas nodded his head telling her that you were telling the truth.

Your friends walked in and saw a looking scary burly man right beside you. "(Y/n) get away from that thing!" That pulled you away from the woman's attention and to your friends, "What are you talking about?" Your friends pointed at the so-called "thing" behind you.

So you turned around seeing the "thing" which was Thomas, "You mean him? He hasn't done anything wrong with me. In fact he looks like he wouldn't even hurt a fly." Thomas was a little shocked at your answer, he has hurt many people in his life because of what they call him. Even Luda was surprised about your answer too!

Luda looked at Thomas, and nodded that they were going to keep you, but they are going to make your friends as meat.. As you and your friends got the snacks you all needed, your friends still had weird vibes off of Thomas. The way he would stare down at all of you, and how his eyes are watching every single movement you guys did...

Your friend had driven off as fast as they could, because of your other friends telling them what had happened. While on the road, the wheel in the front happened to be popped, so you're all stuck in the middle of nowhere in the hot sun of Texas.. your friends started arguing with each other about car.

While your friends are arguing, in the distance is a man, a man that has a chainsaw in his hands and it's revving.. "Hey guys.. should we be worried about him..?" You pointed at the man that was from the gas station from before. Your friends then got worried about him, "Maybe we should run away, because that chainsaw he is holding is on.." one of your friends said. They all agreed on what they said, now for Thomas he was ready to kill all of your friends, except for you though. Thomas is now on the run towards your group, and your friends have already fled without you. So you were the last to run away into the cornfield.

Running isn't something that you are very good at, in fact it's just something that you hate doing. Your legs are on fire, same as your feet, screams could be heard from almost everywhere in the cornfield. After escaping from the large cornfield, you have found a barn and of course you had to hide inside.

When you have gone inside the barn, you had to lie down since the running made you breathe heavily and unsteadily. After a few deep breaths, the door burst opened, and lord behold Thomas Hewitt is now inside the barn.. Thomas started pushing and knocking things over, and you were scared. You were hoping that he wouldn't find you under the stairs.

Their barn is a two story barn, but the upstairs is just for looking down at the farm animals. Thomas paused by the stairs where you were hiding, and revved up his chainsaw and started revving the stairs, and you screamed. You then tried to get out of the stairs and you saw the man throw his chainsaw on the other side of where he is.

He then grabbed you by both your ankles, and a squeak sound came out of you. You then got knocked out by Thomas's hand.. yes his hand. Apparently Thomas used his hand and slapped it onto your forehead, which somehow knocked you out..

Thomas didn't care about that right now, he then stared at you and thought how you would probably be a great mother. Well, that's because if you have wide hips, it's great for holding children on your hips while doing stuff around the house. (Thomas heard about that from his mama, so kudos to her, loll.) He then carried you to the house for you to become a Hewitt, a Mrs. Hewitt..

Brahms Heelshire

You took the job as a babysitter, but what you are babysitting is a boy doll..? The Heelshire's have explained what your job will be doing as Brahms' sitter, also the grocery boy that'll be dropping off groceries. So off they went when they waved you their farewell, while waving goodbye as soon as the car was no longer in your view, you closed the door.

You looked around the mansion and then at 'Brahms,' "Okay Brahms, let's see what's the first thing that's on the list!" The first thing on the list was to feed Brahms. So off you went with Brahms on your hips, and going to the dining room. Here's a thing, the mansion was huge so it was confusing to go where the dining room was. "Now where the heck is your guy's dining room..?"

The real Brahms behind the wall that was looking at you, found it quite funny. You turn your head left and right and decide to go left down the hall to see if the dining room was there. While walking down the hall, you couldn't help but feel someone's eyes were on you. Chills crawled to your arms, your spine, and literally everywhere. You shivered, "Sorry, I must feel really cold in this mansion." You chuckled a little after your sentence.

As you went into the dining room, you cooked up something that was on Brahms' list of food that he likes. So, for lunch it was grilled cheese with tomato soup! You then started to get the stuff from the cupboards to make the soup. You then placed the items down on the counter and started, after the soup was done and now is boiling on the stove, next is the grilled cheese! You got the things for the grilled cheese and started grilling, after all the boiling and grilling it was now ready!

You are so proud of yourself for making delicious tomato soups and grilled cheeses! "I'm so proud of myself, it looks so good that I already want to take a big bite!" You then turned around where you put Brahms, and carried him to his seating place and placed down the food for him. You then sat across from him, but you still had that feeling someone was still watching you. You also thought that eating in front of a doll is kinda weird, "Sorry Brahms, I kind of feel uncomfortable so I'm going to eat in the next room beside you, okay?" You grabbed your plate and patted gently on Brahms' head and headed to the other room.

As you sat down, you started eating your food. It tasted so good, that you could taste the saltiness and the tomatoes, as for the grilled cheese it was delicious! The cheese pull was a fun thing that you liked to do before eating it. After eating your food, you felt full from your sandwich(es), and went to check up on Brahms. When you walked into the dining room, Brahms also ate all his food, but it was also weird how the whole plate was empty. Well that doesn't matter either way, what matters is that you both are full from lunch.

"Hi Brahms, I hope you liked the tomato soup with grilled cheese I made!" You smiled at Brahms, and collected his dish that he ate on, and turned on the water and started washing the dishes. Once that was done and dried off, you look to the side where there was still more tomato soup and grilled cheese, 'I guess I made a lot of grilled cheese' you remembered that Mrs. Heelshire told you that they don't waste food, instead they just put it in the refrigerator for later, and take it out and warm up and just eat it.

You then looked around at the drawers to see if you could find their tin foil. Luckily you did, you then started foiling the left over tomato soup and grilled cheeses. You then placed the tin foiled food into the fridge, and carried Brahms again. "Alright let's see what's next on this list, shall we?" As you look through the list, it was time to play some music! You went on to find where their music room is, as you are trying to find the music room, your phone started ringing. "Hm? I wonder who it is.." you looked at the callers name and it was your best friend, so you immediately answered.

-"Hello?"

-"Y/N!"

-"What's wrong?"

-"Your ex knows where you are!"

That paused what you were doing, you then started panicking and talked to your best friend on the phone, you then asked questions who told him where you are and when he was coming, etc. Brahms was staring at the little peephole of the hallway you were in. Clenching his fists since your phone was on speaker mode, so he heard the word "ex."

As you were panicking and talking to your best friend on the phone, Brahms could hear someone pulling up the driveway, he knew it wasn't the grocery boy. In fact it was your "ex," so he then started walking away from you. Your ex was here, banging on the door, more like trying to break down the door to get to you. As he was breaking down the door you ran with the doll Brahms to where the big mirror is and tried to find a hiding spot before he gets in.

Unfortunately he already got in, and he is right behind you, screaming your name to come back. You then went in front of the mirror and tried to back up from him. He came closer and closer and took Brahms away from you.

-"Ha! What's this, is this the "boy" you have to babysit?"

Your ex swung the doll a little, taunting you..

-"STOP! Please don't do that! That's the only thing the Heelshire's have that's left of their son!"

The look on your ex's face showed that he didn't give a damn.

-"I knew you were such a greedy fat bitch tryna get money! You even had that opportunity to try and escape from my grasp, just to go far away from me.."

He looked at the doll holding it tightly within his grasp.

-"Please don't do that! Or else-"

-"Or else what (Y/n)?! You know what, I don't give a fuck about your job or this little creepy ass doll.."

-"Wait!"

Your ex didn't listen, and decided to smash the doll. Brahms' head was shattered into tiny pieces.. You looked at your ex, tears forming in your eyes from what's now left of the doll.

Suddenly, the mirror right beside you two, shattered out of nowhere. Both you and your ex covered, and looked back at the mirror hearing a little boy's voice come out of the hole of the mirror..

-"(Y/N)..?"

You heard your own name thinking it was the little boy like the doll, but it wasn't a little boy. The so-called 'little boy' came out to be a full grown man. The man called your name again, menacingly. As for your ex, he tried to flee but Brahms ran after him with the mirror glass in his hand. Your ex didn't make it out of the room where you all were, he immediately got killed from Brahms. You watched as your ex got killed by Brahms, and you looked at him, and you tried to run away. Which Brahms caught you once you tried to run, Brahms held up a cloth to you, which smelled horrible and he covered both your mouth and nose. You tried to fight back, but it was no use since the horrible smell made you lose consciousness and passed out on Brahms arms.

Your ears were ringing, but you swear you did hear Brahms say..

"I'm going to keep you forever, and ever (Y/n).. Mine forever..."

Muti slasher with a reader that loves to bake, eat, and share

But the reader is like feeding them the sweets like a baby

AAHHH, THIS REQUEST OMGGG!!! I LOVE THIS REQUEST THANKS SO MUCH ANON FOR REQUESTING THIS!!

(I think I went overboard on this one lmaoo)

Slashers: Michael, Jason, Bubba, Thomas, Billy and Stu, Billy lenz, Brahms, Carrie, Hannibal x Will, & The lost boys!

LIKES AND/OR REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED!

Feeding slashers sweet treats!

Michael Myers:

This silent man actually does love when you bake something for him, especially that he has a sweet tooth! Like he'll be popping out of nowhere just to see what you are baking! And just watch you do the stuff from scratch.

If you want to share with Michael, this man will literally steal the whole damn plate just to eat the whole thing in front of your face..! Which makes you pissed every time he does that, and you would ignore whenever he tries to ask for those baked treats.

Michael does not want to be fed like a baby, he would most likely slap your hand away that's full of treats onto the floor.. Which Michael had to clean that up since he acted like a full on child for that.

Jason Voorhees:

When he found out that you would love to bake, he immediately wanted to try whatever pastries/deserts you would make! He'll also help you with whatever you need help with your baking!

Sharing these treats with Jason is like heaven to him! He loves seeing his darling making faces of how delicious your sweets are!

When you get the chance to feed these sweets to him, Jason gets really embarrassed that he's getting fed, but he's not complaining! He actually loves it when you feed him, cooing at him, and praising him for how much of a handsome boy he is!

Bubba Sawyer:

He LOVES LOVES your baking!! He'll be blubbering about how delicious your baking is, and how flaky it is when he bites into it! (His brothers are a little jealous, that their little brother has a baker that feeds him 🌚.)

When you share the new sweets you made, he'll be jumping up and down, wanting to try your new recipe! He then starts blubbering praises of how good it is, and that you should start feeding him that!

Now feeding Bubba, he's really shy but that doesn't matter, because getting fed by you and your sweets will be treating him like a baby, wanting more and more! But for you, you are so glad Bubba loves your sweets, and of course you love feeding him too! It makes both you and him happy as ever!

Thomas Hewitt:

This big burly man will be wanting to try your sweets of course! He immediately smelt the fresh apple pie, thinking that it was his mama making it, because he loves his Mama's apple pie!

When he got up there, he was surprised that you were baking! So of course he needed to try your apple pie! Once he bit into the apple pie, he was over the world! Making grunts of how good it is, and praising you with his grunts!

You then grabbed the chair and went beside Thomas, and grabbed a piece of apple pie, and tried to feed him. Which surprised him since you wanted to try feeding him, but he didn't care he just bit into it, and then he looked into your eyes, and Thomas put the piece of apple pie down from your hand and gave you a hug for how delicious your pie is!

Billy & Stu:

Now these two, especially Stu are a menace! When they found out you loved to bake, of course their big mouths wanted to try your sweets! Begging you if you are making more sweets, or making new sweets too!

Stu loves how you make your sweets by scratch and Billy loves how you make so much effort just to feed those sweets to them! So sharing your baked sweets to them, it's something that they will never forget!

When feeding them your baked treats to them, they'll be giving so much praise for how good it is, and asking you to feed them more! While feeding these two, they both have the audacity to start moaning while eating, so you gave them a smack to the head for that..

Billy Lenz:

You kind of knew Billy when you were staying with the sorority girls. Sometimes at midnight, there will be noises of clattering downstairs, so you had to investigate what was all that noise. Seeing a person opening up what's left over your baked brownies, froze still.. You then chuckle at the feeling of how you knew that the "moaner" was eating your brownies!

Wherever there's a chance during nights, you'll be baking treats for the "attic" man, because that's what you call him when he shows you where he hides most times. But he then told you his name, which made you happy that he told you his name, so of course you had to make more cookies for him!

For Billy, he doesn't like when people feed him, so getting fed by you would make him move away from you.. He just thinks that it's weird and he could just feed the treats to himself if he wanted to. Which you completely understand that if he doesn't want that, you'll have to leave him be.

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms has been bugging you for the past few hours to make him treats! Which made him pissed that you will be fully ignoring him, so the only way to get your attention, is by acting like a full on child..

He'll be full on child mode, making messes, yelling, and crying. Hearing him being like a grown man child is something that you really hate, and you gave in and started baking a batch of treats for him.

After baking those treats for him, he'll be forcing you to hand feed them to him, because he wants to be a big baby. You had to tell him to say 'please' after what he wanted, and he said it, just so you could feed him.. But seriously he loves you so much, and he wouldn't know what to do without you and your baking!

Carrie White:

You loved to bake too? So does Carrie! Both you and Carrie will be making batches of whatever treats you guys like! Carrie loves how you make anything with chocolate, and you love her cakes that she likes to bake!

Sharing recipes with Carrie is always fun! Both you and her will be trying out new recipes with each other, and taste test them! Carrie's favorite recipe from you is the brownies, but with melted chocolate inside! As for you, you like her baked cakes! She makes so many and they're all so good, which you couldn't pick but whichever you like that's your favorite cake from her!

You and Carrie love sharing food too! Which isn't weird for the both of you since you've been sharing food since you guys were little! So you both love making "Here comes the airplane" or anything else than that, while feeding each other! Which makes it funny while eating, and just laughter filled in the air!

Hannibal & Will:

These two love your baking! They both praise and coo at you for making these delicious treats for them! For Will, he will give you cuddles for making the treats and for Hannibal, he'll be cooking your favorite dish/food for making the treats too!

Sharing your baked treats to them, makes them fall in love with you more! These two will be giving you love for making these treats for them, they'll also do everything for you too! They're really helpful after giving them your baked treats!

Will kinda does want to be fed by you, but for Hannibal he doesn't want to since he's a clean man, but he would most likely feed you though.. but they both love you very much just for feeding them your baked treats!

The Lost Boys (David, Dwayne, Paul & Marko):

Feeding these vampires is something you kinda hate but also love at the same time! They love your baked treats a lot, (maybe too much) because they'll be bugging you to make more and more! And if they want more, that means your money will be gone within a week..

They love you so much for sharing your baked treats! Even though they know that you are running out of money for baking these treats for them, the only way these vampires will do is steal money of course, just for you to make more..!

They love to be fed by you, especially Paul and Marko, but for David and Dwayne it might take some time for these two. But over all they love you so much, that they will literally make them feed your baked treats over and over again (Even if your broke 🌚).

Yes

I love writers and so should you lmao

Michael, Jason, and Thomas with a s/o who laughs in the middle of the night with their friends , like- they don’t want to wake them up so their s/I just go into the living room at 2 in the morning laughing with their friends on call in the dark

Omg!!! I can't believe you followed me, I've been such a big fan since I've joined Tumblr!

Slashers with a s/o who laughs in the night w/ friends

Michael

He is a very light sleeper so when you got up his eyes snapped open

He just layer there though wanting to see what you were doing

When he heard your feet against the floor and the door creak open he slowly turned

His slowly got up and followed you

He heard you laugh and he watched you from afar with your had tilted

Why were you laughing? And at 2am in living room while it's bitch black

He would slowly stalk closer not making a sound and peer over at your phone

You wouldn't notice til your friend screamed that someone was behind you

You jumped and saw Micheal standing there menacingly

You sighed and told your friend it's okay and the explained to Michael what you were doing

Michael just gave a veru small hardly noticable nod and turned around and headed back towards the bedroom

Jason

He is also a light sleeper but he's not like Michael

He only woke up when the door creaked open

He immediately shot up and grabbed his machete that he keeps by the bed

He looked where you usually lay and you were gone

He panicked and stormed out of bed and looked for you

He hard giggles form the living room and he recognized your voice

He immediately calmed and relaxed

He saw you sitting on the couch with your phone lighting up your red face

He put his machete down on the kitchen table and walked over to you

He found it a little strange and concerning you were up late but he was glad your not hurt

He patted your head and you looked at him in confusion

He sat down next to you and suggested you lay on him

He would doze off soon after

Thomas

He's more of a deep sleeper but it's not like he needs 20 air horns blowing in his ears to wake him up

He would only wake when he heard your laughter from downstairs

He's is confused why your laughing so he goes to check it out

He is not quiet especially with those creaky stairs

Your alerted of his presence and turn your head towards him

He tilts his head at you and you turn your had away laughing nervously and explaining to him

He give a small quiet laugh and sighs looking at you with a soft gaze

He pressed a finger to his lips to indicate to be a little more quiet, he doesn't want Hoyt to wake up and yell at you

You nod and turn back to your phone and continued chatting with your friend

He heads back upstairs waiting for you to return so he can fall back asleep

How would Myers, Ghostface and Leatherface react to a cannibal bf?

Can be both survivor or killer i mostly dont care abt that part lol

- 🎈

Killers react to a cannibal bf

Michael Myers

When he saw you munching on something he didn't care

But then he took a look at what you were eating and he was a little shocked

But not to much though

He was a little concerned about you eating raw flesh so he grabbed the leg you were eating and went to the campfire and roasted it for you

He watched you eat and enjoy your meal

He doesn't mind your a cannibal, I mean he's a serial killer and plus he's seen worse

Just remember to cook your meat<3

Ghostface

When he saw you take a bite out a leg he threw up in his mouth a little

He was used to gore and blood and shit like this but seeing his boyfriend do it was different

He doesn't care to much it was just a bit shocking at first

He might even cook you some human meals

He supports you on your decision though<3

Leatherface

He saw you roasting something over the fire and went to get a look

Then he noticed it was a human leg

You brought the leg to your mouth and took a bite out of it

He was taken aback at first

He didn't think his precious boyfriend would be a cannibal but he's happy you are

He will ask for a bite of the leg and is ecstatic you let him have some

He's so glad you eat human flesh! If you guys end up leaving this place then you'll fit in perfectly at home<33

Hi, LOVE ❤ , I have a very " perverted " request and maybe you will hate me for that so, s/o has big boobs which turns out to be LACTATED, s/o also really likes suckling slashers through her big boobs and maybe more 😏. Sometimes milk will suddenly come out of her breasts, and the way to stop it is by sucking the milk until it runs out . S/o also really likes to breastfeed them while having sex.

You don't have to do this request if you don't feel comfortable, I know I'm a disgusting person and you deserve to judge me.

Btw, don't forget to take care of your health and always drink lots of water. Your blog is so perfect 💖💖💖

Don't feel disgusted or worthy of judgement - we all have our kinks and I assure you, most of us have dreamt up way worse shit - I know I have lol

WARNINGS: 🚨MINORS DNI🚨 / 🚨NSFW🚨 / BREEDING KINK / LACTATION KINK / MOMMY KINK / HUCOW KINK

Slashers x Fem Reader

Feat. Thomas Hewitt, Billy Loomis & Brahms Heelshire

🍼SLASHERS WITH A LACTATING S/O🥛

THOMAS HEWITT

Feels guilty every time when he looks at your swollen belly and gets hard

He just can't help himself

Just knowing that he put that baby in your belly drives him wild with lust

But when he notices your heavy, swollen breasts start leaking through your thin sundress, he just about dies internally

You notice his intense staring but act like you can't tell that he's doing it

Inside you're smirking

When the two of you sit together or lie down next to one another, he rests his head on your bountiful chest - his fingers flexing, just itching to squeeze

Has dirty Hucow fantasies about you being caged in the barn, restrained and milked by him - either using his hands, mouth or milking machine

Little did he know that you too had those fantasies

Not soon after when both of you could no longer contain yourselves, you find yourself in the very situation you both have fantasized about

🚨 hucow kink below🚨

You're naked and bent behind the feeding cage used for the three cows the Hewitt's keep. Your head is lodged through the bars where the cows' heads normally stick through and your wrists are tied to rope firmly knotted around two wooden columns on either side of the cage

Thomas is pounding away behind you into your sopping swollen pussy

His hands are squeezing your large, heavy breasts while two breast pumps normally used for livestock are milking your deliciously aching, puffy nipples for all they're worth

You're pretty glad the rest of the Hewitt's are out on the town otherwise they'd be hearing your loud and obscene moaning and screaming

Thomas's lust is overflowing

Never would he have imagined to ever be indulging in one of his oldest and biggest fantasies

The tears are streaming down your flushed cheeks

Your engorged nipples are overstimulated - the pumps ruthless

The pleasure-pain causes your swollen clit to pulsate and your slippery hole clench tightly around Tommy's girthy cock

Thomas grunts as he feels your pussy clench around him, the hold on your breasts tightening - helping the milk escape your body even more

Eventually you feel the white-hot heat shoot down to your core and your wail out your mammoth of an orgasm - you feel the liquid gush around Tommy's cock and splat onto the hay strewn ground

Tommy's movements become erratic, his pounding even more jarring before he lets out a low throaty moan and spills his thick white ropes of cum inside your quivering used cunt

He pulls out of you with an obscene squelch and even more fluid drops to the ground. He admires the sight of your loosened, leaking, swollen pussy before he steps around you and turns the milking machine off

You smile lazily up at him - face flushed, weary and satisfied

He looks down at you with adoration in those sparkling grey orbs of his

He gently removes the pumps from your aching breasts with a pop - your hefty breasts jiggling from the action

You giggle before gasping as small streams of milky white liquid shoot from your raw, enlarged nipples

Thomas licks his lips and gets on his knees in front of you before cupping your breasts and gently taking a sensitive nipple into his warm, eager mouth

He moans as feels the warm white liquid squirt onto his tongue and down his throat

The taste is intoxicating and he'll be sad when you will eventually stop lactating

But until then, he plans on milking you for all you're worth

BILLY LOOMIS

You're lying on your bed - exhausted after a long, hot day.

Its not easy being a pregnant college student.

Just as your eyes flutter closed you hear a rustling of your curtains by your bedroom's open window.

One eye opens and you spy your boyfriend Billy, who you've been dating since you were both 16, hop into your bedroom.

He smiles warmly at you before crawling onto the double bed and cuddling up next you.

He places his scarred hand atop your swollen belly and kisses into your neck and onto your cheek. You both discuss your day and chat a bit about the latest horror films that have come out before his hands start roaming your body and his groin slowly starts rutting against your thigh.

You smirk and seek out his lips for a slow, sensual kiss. Billy moans into the kiss while his hand massages and squeezes your large, milk-heavy breasts.

Since you started lactating, he couldn't get enough of your breasts nor your leaky puffy nipples.

Whether you two were in the movie theatres, his car, on campus or almost anywhere really, his hand would seek your breasts out and he'd beg to suckle. It almost seemed a need for him, somewhat even deeper than a kink.

Billy starts to eagerly unbutton your nightgown and stops when he reaches your hips. You know what he wants and you're happy to oblige.

"Wanna fuck your tits, baby" he whisper groans into your ear. The sound of his wanton voice sends a thrill to your core and you shiver with a nod.

He quickly unbuckles his belt and unzips his black jeans before releasing himself from his silky burgundy boxers.

Billy is rock hard. Pre-cum oozes from the tip of his blushing cock and drips down onto the bed, leaving a string of the clear goo from bed sheets to tip.

He moves to sit on his knees before gently grabbing your heavy orbs and gives them a firm squeeze - watching in awe and growing desire as small streams of milky liquid shoot out from your puffy nipples.

You sigh and groan as Billy leans down and takes one of your engorged nipples into his mouth - his teeth gently scraping against the fleshy peaks. He moans as the taste of your milk washes over his tongue - the vibrations from his throat sending sparks of thrilling electricity to your nipples and clit.

After having his fill (for now) he removes his lips from your swollen nipple and leans forward to give you a deep, passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his tongue and your cunt moistens even more.

"You ready baby?" Billy asks as he pulls away from the kiss and takes his cock into his hand.

You nod, eager to have him thrust between your sizeable breasts before eventually taking his hot load into your waiting mouth.

Billy positions himself over your torso, mindful of your belly. He takes hold of your large fleshy mounds while sliding his weeping cock between them as he pushes them firmly together, milk streaming out of your tits like a fountain.

Billy moans at the sight of you beneath him and at the feeling of your massive tits milking his throbbing cock for all its worth.

He sets a steady pace all the while praising you and your milkers.

"Do my tits squeezing the cum out of your cock feel good, babe?" you ask wantonly through your lashes at Billy.

Billy hisses at a particularly sensitive thrust before slowly nodding at you. Your boyfriend's head looks up at the ceiling, his eyes half lidded, mouth slightly agape - he is totally lost in the moment, in the euphoria.

You can see the haze of pleasure and desire swirling within his chocolate orbs.

Eventually his moans become louder, whinier even and his grip on your breasts clutch even harder. You whimper at the force of his fingers but it only gets you wetter. His thrusts become faster, more uneven before he eventually makes eye contact with you. His lust possessed face sending a white-hot pulse to your core.

"Babe... I'm gonn-" Billy groans loudly before he can finish his sentence as hot strings of thick cum shoot into your open mouth, some tendrils miss and hit your chin and throat.

You swallow his warm seed as his thrusts slow down before coming to a steady halt. His breathing is laboured and adoration shines through his gaze at you.

Taking his index finger he gently scoops up the cum that missed your mouth and places it on your tongue which you had stuck out for him. You swallow and open your mouth again showing him that you have taken all of him.

Billy hums in approval and leans in for a kiss. He loved kissing you after he cummed into your mouth - the taste of himself on your wet tongue drove him wild.

"That was perfect, baby. Thank you" Billy praises you as he gently massages your swollen breasts. "Now, how about I return the favour?" he asks as he runs his index finger up the seam of your slick cunt.

You lick your lips and nod in anticipation while Billy moves down between your legs.

This night was only going to get better.

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

Brahms can be petulant and difficult to interact with at times

Like this past week when the scheduled daily maid had called in sick, leaving you to tidy up the huge mansion for the few days that she had taken off

You had asked him to help you with some dusting and wiping of surfaces with a cloth

He refused of course. Whining that he didn't want to

After having a stressful week yourself with not so good news from family and being more tired than usual thanks to your pregnancy you lost your temper and scolded Brahms

You practically tore him a new one

He sulked and sobbed behind the walls for the rest of the day

You felt guilty the moment the harsh and uncalled for words left your mouth

Yes he needed to be taken to task for his less than co-operative behaviour but you didn't need to do so in such a snappish and cruel manner

You decided to make it up to him

You made his favourite meal and dessert and left it in little Brahms's bedroom, knowing Brahms wouldn't want to eat dinner with you that night after your scolding

After dinner you took a warm shower and put on the lotion Brahms thought smelled the best - vanilla fudge

You wrapped yourself in nothing but your satin mauve bathrobe and stepped into your bedroom and sat at the edge of your bed

You hoped he would accept your apology and how you planned on making it up to him

"Brahmsy... I know I was pretty harsh earlier and most definitely shouldn't have said what I said or the tone I used"

You heard a slight shuffling behind your wall close to the massive old wardrobe in the bedroom

Good. He was listening and you weren't making a fool of yourself speaking to thin air

"I just want to apologize Brahmsy. I'm very sorry, could you please forgive me, sweet boy?"

As you spoke the last word you gently untied the string of your bathrobe and let it drop down your shoulders, revealing your naked form for the voyeur behind the walls and especially your heavy milk laden breasts

"Can I make it up to you Brahmsy?" you asked in a sweet voice as you ran your hands over your breasts

You heard the scuffing of boots behind the wall and then the clicking of a switch before the back of the grand old wardrobe's back panel opened and Brahms came out through your hung clothing

You smirked and sat back

Brahms slowly stepped towards you, chest heaving and eyes laser focused on your own chest

You scooted back on the bed and sat against the headboard then patted your lap

Brahms pulled his cardigan off and dropped in the armchair near by your nightstand and slowly crawled onto the bed and settled in your lap, his arm across the back of your shoulders and the other rested against his thigh

"Let me make it up to you sweet boy, can I do that?"

Brahms nodded so quickly he nearly got whiplash

You giggled and motioned for him to get more comfortable in your lap

With his mask off and on your nightstand your took one large breast into your hand and held it up

Brahms wasted no time in latching his lips around your puffy, leaky nipple and began suckling

You sighed in pleasure at the sensation before settling against the headboard more comfortable

As Brahms whimpered and moan and kneaded your other breast, you unzipped his trousers and pulled his throbbing, rock hard member free

You began to lazily pump him as you murmured praised and apologies in his mop of dark hair

Brahms's sounds of pleasure vibrated blissfully against your tender nipple and your squeezed your thighs together as the sensation shot right down to your pulsing clit

As you pumped him more firmly he suckled more deeply drawing a throaty moan from you

At this Brahms looked up at you, his eye swimming with satisfaction

You run your nails against his scalp and he sighs contentedly

"Does I taste good Brahmsy?"

Brahms nods and tweaks your other leaking nipple

Eventually he starts rutting into your hand and and you stroke him firmer and faster

His moans sending more and more vibrations through your nipple down to your heated core

Brahms's other hand leaves your nipple and instead finds your aching clit where he starts to rub firm circles against it

You groan at the pleasure your body is experiencing before both of you explode in a torrent white-hot ecstasy

Brahms removed his mouth from your nipple and gently lays his head on your chest before closing his eyes

"Brahmsy forgives you y/n"

Hii i was wondering if you could do the slashers with an s/o who likes being carried around everywhere (Brahms Bo and any others of your chosing)

slashers with an s/o who likes being carried around everywhere

mentioned: brahms heelshire, bo sinclair, thomas hewitt, stu macher, michael myers, tiny firefly

warnings: mentions of murder

a/n: thank you so much for the request, this was so fun to write!

also, i had to put tiny in here because i just love him so much :((

brahms heelshire

the one thing brahms yearns for in his life is closeness, somebody who will never leave him

so when you express that you like to be carried around he can't really believe his luck

he loves being close to you and this is just another opportunity for just that

he'll probably carry you one of two ways; he'll either carry you in his arms bridal style, or he'll carry you chest to chest (i don't really know how to actually describe it)

he hates being alone so he loves being able to have you with him most of the time

he won't carry you around all the time though because he still has his own things to do

bo sinclair

he hates it...or at least, he claims he does

bo usually spends his days alone, either working in the gas station or playing his part to lure unsuspecting victims into the town

he never really has much going on, and if he's being honest, it gets lonely

his brother vincent rarely comes out from his workshop and lester rarely has much to do with the town itself so he's left to his own devices most days, with nothing but his own mind to slowly drive him crazy

the second he discovers you like being carried everywhere, he takes a lot of enjoyment in doing exactly that

he doesn't really carry you properly, he kind of just drags you

it's somewhat like a half-assed piggy back

and although he'll spend the majority of the time grunting and groaning about it, cussing you out under his breath, he actually really loves finally having somebody so close to him

it certainly makes his days less lonely

whilst he's very uncaring though about how he carries you, if you're ill or you're injured, he'll make sure to be real careful with you

day to day though he really couldn't give a shit about being careful but he'll never admit to how much he loves carrying you

thomas hewitt

thomas doesn't like being away from you much, so being able to carry you around is just a bonus for him

he takes every opportunity to pick you up and carry you places, even if you haven't asked

sometimes he'll pick you up bridal style and sometimes he'll simply sling you over his shoulder because it's easier

his family get on at him for doing it so much because you need to pull your weight and such and he's just letting you laze around but he doesn't listen to them

he continues to carry you around because he really just loves having you with him all the time

he hopes you never stop enjoying being carried everywhere because he loves it

stu macher

he loves carrying you around

he's always offering to give you piggy backs

sometimes he'll take you by surprise and throw you over his shoulder and carry you like that

either way, he finds it fun to carry you around everywhere

he has requested a piggy back or two in the past though, which ultimately ended with you almost collapsing beneath him

michael myers

he doesn't really care either way, but there's no way he'll put any effort into carrying you. you either hang off the back of his shoulders or nothing

michael's pretty strong so having you on his back wouldn't really affect his day to day activities

stalking his sister? no problem. you're not even there

murdering someone who happened to get in his way? he barely even notices you

simply walking down the street, having you on his back makes no difference as he simply couldn't care less

he does secretly enjoy having you with him though as he gets lonely sometimes

you're like a little companion he can just take with him wherever he goes

tiny firefly

tiny likes to be helpful so he definitely doesn't mind carrying you around

he's used to anyone outside of his family shying away from him because of his appearance, so when he learns that you want him to carry you around places, he practically jumps at the chance

he loves that you're not afraid of him like most people and is honestly happy to help you out in this way

he enjoys having the company and he also enjoys being able to be close to you, so this is really a win win situation for you both

[Main Masterlist]

"The only monster I see is you!"

Thomas Hewitt x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: Fingering! Swearing, fighting, threats of death.

A/n: 18+ NSFW! If you don't like the warnings please don't read! PLEASE KEEP MY COMMENT SECTION AGGRESSION FREE!

@goldenstarofthunderclan ❤️

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"Shut the hell up!" Hoyt yelled, Luda nodded and went back to what she was doing.

He got really close to Tommy, jabbing him in the chest with his finger, "You nearly let them get away!"

"Well he didn't!" Y/n yelled back.

Hoyt turned toward her, his eyes wide and his mug wound. He took out his gun and pressed it against her stomach, Y/n didn't flinch.

"You got nothin to say, last year you were thinking he was a monster as he was chasing you through the field."

"The only monster I see here, is you. One day you're gonna get too close to Tommy, you're gonna say the wrong thing, harm the wrong person...and he'll hurt you. Oh, I'll be there Hoyt. I'll be there laughing! Laughing as I watch him saw you in half and you'll deserve everything second of pain you feel!"

"You dumb little city bitch, I remember your screams as he carried you into the house and down to the basement."

"Stop! Please!" She cried, "Let go of me!" Tommy laid her down on his work table, strapping her arms and legs down and taking out a large sharp knife.

Y/n stopped pleading, she's seen horror movies and heard crazy stories. The girls who cry and scream are the ones who piss off the killer and get brutally murdered.

Tommy dragged the blade over her stomach, making Y/n close her eyes. A gentle moan accidentally slipped past her lips.

Tommy stopped and looked down at her, Y/n's reaction stunned him. He slowly repeated the motion with the blade, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Don't fuckin play with her!" Hoyt yelled, marching down the stairs. "You fuckin kill her!"

Tommy's eyes remained on Y/n, she didn't look afraid. He held up his hand towards Hoyt, causing him to stop.

"What? So she moans like a pretty slut, a lot of women do."

Hoyt watched their interaction, flipping his hands in the air and stopping back upstairs. Tommy picked up his chainsaw, gently sliding the flat edge against her cheek. He watched as her eyes darkened and she rubbed her thighs together.

"Please..." She whispered.

He dragged the teeth of the chainsaw down her stomach, pressing it between her legs. Tommy groaned, seeing how she rubbed her clothed cunt against the hard edge.

"Use your hand..."

He set the saw down and slid his large hand past her waistband, Y/n whimpered when she felt his thick digits begin rubbing slow circles against her clit.

Tommy's mouth watered when he felt just how wet he had gotten her, Y/n closed her eyes and whined when his fingers slipped into her.

"Don't stop."

His thumb came up to continue the abuse against her clit, as his fingers curled and pressed against her G-spot.

Y/n legs shook and her back arched as she felt her orgasm wash over her, "Ahh, fuck!"

Tommy pulled his hand out of her jeans, sucking his finger clean and leaning over, pressing a light kiss to her forehead.

"Mine..."

___

"You would've been dinner if Tommy hadn't gone fishin in pussy pond!"

"I'm glad he did! It saved my life, got a great orgasm out of it, and scored the most loyal fiance of all time!"

The room went quite for a moment, until Luda mae broke it.

"Fiance?"

"We weren't gonna tell you till later...Tommy proposed."

Luda's jaw dropped, "Well congratulations!"

Tommy came up behind Y/n and wrapped his arms around her stomach, sending a glare the sheriff's way.

"Well..." Hoyt said. "She still would've been more useful as dinner."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

“Nice to meet you, Thomas” - Leatherface x Female! Reader

 Author’s Note: I guess you could consider this some sort of Au for the Hewitts. Nevertheless, please enjoy the little fluff with Thomas. He deserves all the love!

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 It was a hot summer’s day in Puller, Travis County, Texas. The black cement that made up the road sizzled with intensity, almost like it was an illusion put on by a magician. The (L/N)’s took the time to admire the old farmland that sweeps across the hills of the abandoned town. The baby blue 1961 Chevrolet Impala that (F/N) (L/N) joyously owned sputters and spits as it tracks down the old roads.

  An audible sigh escapes from (F/N)’s lips as the check coolant light blinks on, flickering expeditiously from the dash panel. Fortunately, a small convenient store comes into view through a mass of trees. It seems rundown, with a few bikes huddled in the front. Rusted machines and old tires collect around the outside of the building. The paint was chipping off and the A/C system looked old as can be. 

  Nevertheless, they turn into the driveway, parking on the other side of the gas pumps from the scraggly group smoking pot from their vehicles. “You girls go inside and get coolant for the car. I’ll stay out here,” (F/N) says, eyeing the batch as they pointed towards the little family with envious smiles.

 “Come on sweetness,” (M/N) coaxes to her daughter, stepping out of the passenger side door. She was a thing of beauty, growing with grace as old age overtakes her. Her (M/E/C) eyes shimmer in radiance as the blazing sun catches sight of her. Petite hands brush past her short (M/H/C) locks, curling them behind her ear. (Y/N) wishes to grow old just like her. 

  The backseat door opens quickly after, and two youthful (S/T) legs jump out in modest Mary Jane shoes. (Y/N) (L/N) was the spitting image of her mother, though the soft delicate skin gave her away. The young girl follows along after her mother, mindlessly toying with the buttons of her overalls. 

  The door creaks as her mother enters. The strong smell of liquor and cigarettes instantly burn at (Y/N)’s nose, but she tries her best not to cringe as they walk up to the front counter where the shopkeeper sits. It was an old woman, with frizzled grey hair done up in a bun. Her blue gaze watches the two ladies with a dourly look. A release of smoke pours from her mouth as she takes another hit from her cancer stick. “What can I help you with?” She responds bluntly. 

  “Yes ma’am, we were wondering where your car coolant is,” (Y/N)’s mother replies kindly. “We just ran short.”

  “Middle aisle, probably at the bottom…” the older woman replies. 

  “(Y/N), would you be a dear and go fetch that for me,” (M/N) asks with a grin. 

  The inside, the girl realizes, was dark and dreary. The shelves were crammed with items in no particular order or form. As she examines the contents of the third rack, she notices a couple sitting at a table near the bathroom. They both sported leather jackets and glowering stares. She quickly notes in her head not to even look in their direction.

 “Did you get lost in there, sweetheart,” the older woman calls from the front counter.

 “No ma’am…” (Y/N) responds politely. She finds the blue bottle stuck in between two funnels before rushing up to the front, where her mother was having chit-chat with the owner of the store. 

  “There you are!” (Y/N)’s mother says, gesturing for her daughter to come closer. “Apparently this is our neighbor! She lives a mile up the road from where we built our house!”

  “Oh… Nice to meet you then, Miss…” (Y/N) questions softly. 

  “Luda Mae,” The older woman remarks. “You know, I have a son around your age. He’s on the shy side though…”

  “You here that, (Y/N)? Perhaps you can make a friend after all,” (M/N) exclaims with excitement as she digs out a wad of money from her pants pocket. “We will definitely come visit sometime after we get settled! How much for the coolant?” 

  “If you wouldn’t mind coming for dinner Wednesday evening, it’s on the house. I would love for Thomas to meet (Y/N).”

  “I see no problem in that at all. Until next time, miss Luda Mae!”

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  The tires skid across the gravel of their newly done driveway that travels to a lovely white plantation house. Big trees settle lowly around the property, providing shelter from the hazardous sun. (F/N) and (M/N) talk amongst themselves as (Y/N) daydreams in the back seat. 

  “Oh, look! Our strawberries are growing!” Her mother grins. She quickly picks up the paper grocery bag that was settled in between her legs and ventures over to marvel at the fruit saplings. “Do you see, my sweet!”

  “They are beautiful, mother.” (Y/N) says with a gentle smile.  

  “Oh girls!” (R/N) bellows from the front porch steps. “I hate to ruin your sight- seeing, but aren’t we supposed to be going over to the Hewitt’s home tonight?”

  “It’s Wednesday already?” (M/N) gasps, “Where did the time go… I guess we better get freshened up.”

      Luda Mae was standing in front of her kitchen door as the (L/N) family pulls up. Her wrinkled face invited them with a friendly grin as she waves. All of them are ushered inside, where white porcelain cups and biscuit appetizers were set on the small dining table. It had a long dining cover with brightly colored flowers printed on them. An artificial bouquet is the center piece. Luda went busy at work making sure all of them are accustomed to, pouring tea into each of the glasses in front of them. 

  “Charlie- he’s the sheriff- will be a little late for supper. His patrol is going longer than he anticipated… though he would love to be here to meet you, I’m sure.” Luda explains with affliction. “But Tommy should be done some time soon, no worries miss (Y/N).” 

  She starts to attend to her crockpot on the stove, stirring the red soup with broad strides. (M/N) insists to help her cook, but Luda rejected the idea immediately. “Are you sure, miss Luda-”

  “Please, just call me Luda Mae. No need to be so formal,” the older woman sighs. “And no, that’s alright dearie. What kind of host would I be if I made you cook? You just sit there; your company will be enough.”

  Suddenly, the screen door slams shut. The deep breathing of a man stops the chattering of the room, and everyone stills. A man in an overused leather apron and a sweat-stained yellow striped shirt stands tall in the doorway, frozen like a deer who was spotted by a predator. His thick hair was caked in grease, his curls kinking into knots. The air stunk of meat.

  “Tommy, welcome home!” Luda Mae welcomes him in with a kiss on the cheek. “These are the (L/N)’s; they are our guests. Now don’t be rude! You’ll be sitting by (Y/N) right there, she’s very nice.”

  Thomas’s body slowly pulls out the chair, sitting in it as he was told. His whole body was tense, and (Y/N) could feel the heated shaking of his hands. He adjusts his mask, looking down at his lap.

  “You have pretty hair,” (Y/N) says to him, surprising herself with the sudden complement. “I always wished my hair had coils like yours.”

  Thomas’s salt blue eyes widen slightly as he makes eye contact with (Y/N). Never in his life has someone complimented his hair. He was not used to such nice comments to be thrown in his direction, especially not from a pretty girl he was just introduced to.

  (Y/N) giggles a little at his reaction, but nonetheless finds the innocent behavior cute. “Good to meet you, Thomas. I’m sure we’ll become the best of friends.”