sketches because. I’m kind of obsessed with them rn, been following development for a while and now feeling like unc. holler at me if you play because im trying to get the ~30 mins badge
hellou there. if it aint too much to ask, can i get some general nsfw headcanons for William and Jackson? and maybe some "first time" hcs too if it's not too much trouble bcos i 100% believe theyre both loser virgins lmaoooo
They are such LOOSERS. 💔
《 Hillwalker Brothers x Reader Smut Headcanons 》
William:
☆ For the first time he'd be super stiff; as in his body, not his dick. Like he just wouldn't know where to put his hands or how to position himself with you. You had to guide him through it but once he learned, he was all over you.
☆ I feel his favorite position would be to hike one of your legs up over his shoulder while the other lay on the bed and his hands are rested on your hips. He loves looking down at you.
☆ Or he'd want you to sit on his face with his hands resting on your thighs while he'd lick/suck on you. He loves the pressure of you sitting on his face, it almost fufills his fantasy of you dominating him. Not really, but it's the closest he'll get.
☆ He has a smell kink. He'll steal your panties/underwear from your drawer or the dirty laundry (ik gross) and sniff them while jerking off.
☆ I find this one really cute but if William's doing any sex act, on himself or you, he'll turn around the stuffed bear laying on his bed so it can't see what he does. He just feels guilty having it look. 😔
☆ A lot of times he'll have a wet dream about you before wanting to have sex with you. Normally, you'd be dominating him in those dreams but he'd never let you do that to him in real life. (Maybe...)
☆ I'd say his sex drive was higher than Jackson's before they met you, but his was a lot worse when you came along. He started to jack off a lot more often.
☆ William loves to bend down to touch foreheads with you. You guys just staring at eachother for a few seconds as your sweat mixes together. He pulls back to kiss your forehead gently and seconds later, the intimate moment is gone.
☆ He grunts during sex. Normally he doesn’t moan but there have been times you've caught him off guard and you'll get a moan out of him.
☆ He’s very good with his hands. From all the farmwork he does around the house, he's a pretty gentle man. His hands were always calloused and beat up but he'd rub a little bit of lotion on his hands for you before touching you.
☆ William is such an ass man. He loves ass. Ass or no ass, he wants ya, he's coming for ya. He gets so hard over the way it jiggles and moves. He'd bruise your ass from needing it in his hands too hard.
☆ William loves cuddling or just simply laying with you after you both are finished and tired. He may not admit it but he loves your company and would love to hold you in his arms forever. He loves to hear your breath against him, your heartbeat, the smell of you. Sometimes it doesn't help him sleep because you're so intoxicating. (In a good way.)
Jackson:
☆ For Jackson's first time I feel he would be way too fast right off the bat and move in huried movements. It was unpleasant for you and your bodies pleasure.
☆ Jackson would be very hesitant at first, considering his whole relationship with the "Lord" thing. He'd say it was sinful but then give in to his temptation.
☆ He'd 100% let you take the lead at first but then soon he'd get the hang of it, and flip you under him, taking the lead instead.
☆ Hopefully you're a masochist. He’s into BDSM. With all the sadistic shit he does, theres no way he doesn't love to do this with you. He ties you up a lot with old rope he'd find from outside, keeping you put as he puts on a violent show for you.
☆ Loves carving on your skin. Whether that be random slashes or it could be his name. It just turns him on to see you all bloody.
☆ I wouldn’t say Jackson has a high sex drive but it definitely went up when you came into his life. He never really gave into jacking off though, except once. He felt really guilty afterward and apologized to the "Lord".
☆ Since he's bipolar I think for the most part when he would've has sex with you would be during a hypermania episode. He'd normally wake you up late at night because he didn’t feel tired, just to fuck you. This is where his rapid movement comes into play as well. Though after you guys are finished, he gets very irritable and agitated, so don't expect to cuddle with him for a long time.
☆ One of Jackson's poorly stiched fingers have surely fallen off during sex. That didn't stop him though, he just kept going.
☆ Jackson whimpers. OH I JUST KNOW THIS LOSER WHIMPERS. Doesn’t matter if he's top or if you're top. He's so loud too, William has gotten pissed at him before because of it.
☆ For sure Jackson's into nipple play. Rubbing his hands over them in small circular patterns, nipping at them with his teeth. He traces over them with his cold blade, watching your nipples grow harder.
☆ Jackson has a breeding kink. Now, he doesn't want to get you pregnant. (If you can get pregnant) [(Ykw nevermind mpreg real too 🥹✌️)] I mean think of the responsibility that entails. And their child being born into a murderous family? (He-he-hell nah) He gets so fixated on the fact of overstimulating you until your babbling utter nonsense; riding you from dusk to dawn. Until the cum is leaking from you.
☆ Like I said he gets irritable after sex so he won't cuddle for long. You just have to make it last as long as it can before his brain overthinks. Now he's up and moving and doing random work around the house. Although, he eventually does get tired and comes to bed and curls up with you. He'll sit and watch you before his eyes get droopy and he crashes. Or he'll crash on the couch, barn, yard, porch, ect.
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I combined both of my hyperfixations of Outlast and The Butchery! So we have William Hillwalker as Chris Walker and Jackson Hillwalker as Eddie Gluskin (I lowkey gave up on his half lol)
Fluffy William x reader and Jackson x reader headcannons and/or fic pls? I love your writing, i feel spoiled whenever you post >^<
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William & Jackson Hillwalker x reader
Fluffy headcanons
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The dynamic between you and the Hillwalker brothers has settled into something strange yet warm, like a crooked piece of furniture that fits perfectly in a room. You aren’t family, but you’re not just another outsider either. You occupy a space somewhere in between, and they treat you accordingly.
Jackson is the most openly attached to you. He gravitates toward whatever room you’re in, often without seeming to realize he’s doing it. If you sit in the kitchen, he eventually leans against the counter nearby. If you wander out to the barn, he drifts out there too, inventing excuses to fiddle with tools or check traps, all while actually just hovering in your orbit.
He derives a ridiculous amount of joy from your presence. Even when you’re engaged in something mundane, like sorting the pantry or sweeping. He finds it entertaining to watch you work. Occasionally, he abandons whatever chaos he's building just to sit nearby and observe, his attention fully focused on you as if you’re the most interesting thing in the world.
William shows his care in a much quieter way, but it’s just as steady. He tends to check on you throughout the day without drawing attention to it. If you’re working outside, he’ll pass by a few times under the pretense of doing chores nearby. If you disappear for a while, he eventually drifts outside too, simply ensuring you’re safe without crowding you.
Jackson has a habit of leaving little trinkets for you to discover. Nothing dangerous, just odd, harmless little things. Small curiosities meant only to make you smile. He pretends these things just ended up there, but the careful way he watches your reaction gives him away every time.
Despite his chaotic nature, Jackson becomes surprisingly careful when it comes to you. He rearranges parts of the farmhouse without mentioning it, quietly moving hazards out of your usual paths. Nails get hammered down, sharp edges are filed smooth, and traps are rerouted elsewhere. None of it is ever acknowledged aloud, but the safe routes through the house slowly become yours alone.
William ensures that you’re comfortable in practical ways. Things you need appear before you even have to ask, like a towel on the nearest stand while you're painting the walls, a bucket behind you while weeding the garden, or a blanket folded neatly nearby when the weather turns cold. He never points these things out, but he notices plenty of small details that make your day easier.
The silence between you and William is comfortable. The two of you can sit side by side for long stretches without speaking, listening to the quiet sounds of the nature around the farmhouse. For William, that kind of shared contentment is one of the strongest signs of trust he can offer someone.
Jackson’s affection is very physical and casual. He lounges nearby while you read or work, sometimes lying on the floor with his head resting against your leg or knee. The steady rhythm of another person nearby seems to calm the restless storm that constantly buzzes inside his head.
The three of you fall into an almost domestic routine. Jackson paces around the room with restless energy, dragging this and that to different nooks and crannies. William leans against a wall, cleaning a tool or sharpening a blade. and you simply exist in the middle of it all. The tension that usually hangs around the brothers softens in those moments.
Jackson becomes less erratic when either you or William is present, as if the chaos inside him settles slightly. William, too, becomes less guarded, his watchful posture easing whenever you and Jackson are nearby.
The three of you don’t always get along, but if arguments start to flare, you're pretty good at dulling the edge. Jackson loses interest in pushing things further, and William drops the matter sooner than he otherwise would.
You become one of the few people both brothers trust around their spaces. Jackson allows you into his workshop without a second thought, even when he’s working on something intricate. William doesn’t mind you wandering around while he tends to livestock or repairs equipment, just as long as he can keep an eye on you.
Both brothers see you as something rare in the world, someone who didn’t run, didn’t panic, or try to change them.
Somewhere in the midst of all that quiet loyalty and strange affection, you become a permanent part of the farmhouse, whether anyone ever officially says so or not.
ANYTHING ABOUT JACKSON HILLWALKER. PLEASE. ANYTHING. IM STARVING
The Lord's Gift | Jackson Hillwalker/Gn!Reader (2.7k words)
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cws: mention of kidnapping, obsession, regular butchery horrors
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note: Of course, you ask and you shall receive...<3 thanks for the requests everyone, i'm ecstatic from all the attention. I made Jackson a desperate, pathetic, evil mess in this one
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William had sent Jackson to find the pig this time, tired of always chasing it around like a mother hen. He deserved it, especially since he was the one who had left the door open 'like a damn idiot'. That was how Jackson found himself cooing and calling the pig in the dead of night with nothing but a flashlight and a dream.
"Here, piggy-piggy! Come to papa!" He called, mildly irritated now. Worried, too. The storm was pouring down, pitter patters of rainwater sounding more like clamour than its stereotypical calming tune. He couldn't hear the animal's familiar squealing and grunts over the noise, and he'd been walking in the dense forest for at least half an hour now.
"Come on! Think about all we've been through together!" He continued. The farther he got from the farm and closer he got to the dirt path off the highway, the more he felt himself begin to sweat. If the pig was found by someone, or if it got onto the main road, there'd be police all over the place, and the Lord knew that's not what Jackson needed right now.
Suddenly, he heard a faint squeal, emanating far too close to where the highway and the dirt road that lead to the farm connected.
"Dang it." William was going to kill him for letting the pig get that far. He let out a groan thinking about it.
He rushed through the thick foliage and overgrown roots that always seemed to catch his feet and nearly make him fall flat on his face, but he persevered.
He nearly fell on his face a second time when he saw you, drenched in cold rain, flickering flashlight in hand, staring right at the creature he'd been looking for. He mentally cursed himself for not bringing some sort of weapon with him on his one-man search party, though he figured he'd just let the pig take care of you.
However, your death never came. Something about you wasn't making the pig the least bit hostile. Even with your clearly panicked expression, it remained still, and so did Jackson. No one had ever lulled the pig into calmness before, certainly not a stranger seemingly lost in the middle of nowhere.
And so, as any sane person would, he dragged you back to the house, pig squealing behind as it followed through the rain and mud. Jackson couldn’t just leave you there, being a witness and all. He tied you up, presenting you to a confused William like a trophy as he passed him in the living room, and threw you into the locked attic upstairs.
He hadn’t realized it then, but Jackson knew now that you were no unexpected surprise, a new face to toy with, an odd peculiarity that strayed from his regular routine. No, you were an angel, his angel, sent as a gift from his Lord, a thank you for his hard work.
During your first few days in that locked room, Jackson had contemplated killing you like the rest of his victims, and turning you into something beautiful, maybe a cow, or maybe another pig (as his first one seemed to like you so much). You certainly weren't growing on him at the moment. You kept hitting him with anything you could find whenever entered the room like an ambush! How rude!
Then Willian, as a passing comment, suggested throwing a cow into the room for a few minutes to see how you fare. Just to scare you a bit, put you in your place. And so, he did.
"Baconator seems to have taken a liking to you, maybe your charisma and charm can save you from this guy too!" Jackson announced as the cow trotted in on its hind legs, looking like your reckoning. The folding chair you were holding up to initially hit Jackson with was abandoned on the floor as you took a few steps back, retreating further and further into the room. Jackson watched closely, finding himself less interesting in the gore that was surely to follow, and more in your reaction to his art. How his art would react to you.
You met the gaze of the creature once you'd been back up against a wall by it. It's eyes were milky and glossed over, looking like a walking corpse, charred human arms limp against its sides. Jackson scrutinized the scene, watching as the cow breathed into your face, but never attacking. You held your breath, and released a relieved sigh when the cow simply walked away, uninterested.
Now, Jackson was puzzled. No one had ever managed to elicit absolutely nothing out of his animals. Even he and his brother's presence got them rowdy sometimes. You were an anomaly, and figuring out what made you different from the rest was a need that itched the back of his mind relentlessly.
Your captivity became less lonely a few days later, though not from the presence of more man-eating farm animals. Jackson had forced his way into your routine (not that you had a say in the matter), sometimes sitting on one of the chairs in your locked room and examining you silently, arms crossed and expression perplexed. Other times, he made conversation. Sometimes, he could even be pleasant! (as pleasant as someone like him could be anyway)
Soon enough, he realized he spent most of his day outside your room, thinking about how thrilled he would be to be back in it. Maybe it was something in the way you spoke, or your mannerisms, the way your eyes shifted nervously when he'd appear, covered in someone else's blood, but he knew he wanted more of you, he just didn't know why.
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You held your legs to your chest, avoiding the wooden splinters protruding from the old, dusty floor as you leaned against the wall. You were glaring up at the hanging lightbulb above you, flickering insistently, worsening your headache. That lightbulb was high on the priority list of what to break next. You'd trashed the room out of anger the other day, but Jackson didn't seem to care about your bad behaviour anymore, walking over the broken glass and objects strung around your desolate prison like he couldn't see the mess.
Suddenly, you heard that telling noise, the jingle-jangling of a key, and then the squeak of the opening door. Jackson peeked inside, eyes traveling the room before landing on you. He did another quick lookover to make sure you didn't set any traps for him before stepping in and closing the door behind him.
"I brought you lunch!" He greeted with a smile, walking over and placing the plate of food down on the floor beside you. The side of the plate was stained with his bloody fingerprints. Your disgusted expression prompted him to wipe his hand on his pants.
You didn't dignify him with a response, glaring down at the moldy bread he had offered you. You could only imagine what the kitchen downstairs looked like if that was the state of the food. Jackson let out an irritated groan at the way you were glaring at his offering. He dropped down in front of you unceremoniously, toying with his suspender as he pushed the plate closer to you.
"Come on, we need you alive and healthy. Just rip off the blue parts if you're picky." He encouraged with a roll of his eyes.
"Why do you need me alive?" You questioned, glaring at him now rather than the food gone bad.
"Y'know...reasons and all." He replied with a shrug, smirking at your anger. Truth was, he didn't know why. Maybe you had grown on him, maybe he enjoyed having a new face around. He didn't like thinking about it. "The animals have taken a liking to you," he added, admiring the look of hatred in your expression, "it would be cruel to kill you so soon."
You glanced back down at the bread, reluctantly picking it up and taking a bite. You were starving. Jackson let out a satisfied hum, stomach fluttering as you accepted his aid.
"Speaking of the animals, animal whisperer," he continued, "I need to introduce you to the big guy, but I can't really bring him upstairs."
"What 'big guy'?" You asked wearily.
"Oh, you'll see when I bring you downstairs." He answered, tone far too sweet to be coming from someone as sick as him. You felt your heart stop. You'd be leaving the room? Jackson's head spun from your subtle change of expression, your horribly hidden desperation drove him absolutely crazy. "If you're on your best behaviour, I might let you out of this room more often."
"I'll be good." You confirmed, words sounding far more like a weak plea. You were hungry, tired, and begging the universe for a way out of this house. This could be it.
Jackson stood up, mentally replaying your words over and over in his mind like it was his new favourite tune. He glanced back at you on the ground and clicked his tongue twice. You scoffed up at him, causing him to laugh as he left the room. You followed behind silently, feeling sudden relief from the new scenery. You drank in the pattern on the wallpaper. You hadn't seen the colour yellow in three weeks.
Jackson led you down a flight of stairs, past the living room (where an uninterested William was lounging on the couch), and into the kitchen. Your previous thoughts were confirmed reality, the kitchen was absolutely filthy. Your eyes scanned the mess for something of use amongst the dirt and grime, something you could slip into your sleeve, undetected. Then, your focus landed on a used knife lying on the counter.
You shot Jackson a casual glance, watching as he distracted himself with his keyring, sorting through the keys and looking for the right one. You took the knife, hiding it just in time for Jackson to look back at you suspiciously, holding a key in his hand.
"Watch your step when we head downstairs, we don't have lighting down there." He explained, before he continued his way through the house. He unlocked another door, and soon enough, you found yourself face to face with a pitch black staircase.
"Well? Go on, animal whisperer." He said, motioning to the darkness before you. You turned to him with a look of disbelief.
"No way."
"Yes way!" He replied before shoving you down the stairs. You let out a yelp, barely catching your balance as you tumbled down most of the steps. By the time you caught your feet and turned to glare at him, he was already halfway down the stairs, flashlight in hand.
"Here, horsey-horsey!" Jackson called into the dark, throwing in a whistle for good measure. You stood still in the silent darkness, Jackson leaning on the wall beside you in wait. Then, suddenly, you heard the trotting of hooves growing louder and louder, closer and closer. You held your breath as it turned the corner.
It was standing upright just like the cows, but it was giant in comparison to the others. Your eyes travelled from its open ribcage to its gaping mouth, taking a step back. It tilted its head, beady eyes trained on you like prey. Jackson was staring at you, too, a look of excitement on his face as he drank in your first impression of his latest project. You let out an involuntary whimper of fear as it drew nearer.
"Why did you take me here?" You asked, glancing between the creature and Jackson frantically.
"I wanted to see if the jockey would take a liking to you like the rest of 'em. Looks like he has, you still have your head." He replied with a shrug, before patting the horse on the back and looking up at it. "Eh, big guy? Not feeling hungry today?"
The horse turned its attention from you to Jackson, leaning down to get a better look at him. Jackson stared back at it curiously, brow quirked.
Suddenly, the horse's jaw opened wider, and it lunged at him.
He barely had time to process the attack when you pulled out the knife you stole before and swung it at the animal. Jackson's attention remained fixed on the horse, wide eyed and pale, as the animal turned to look back at you. Your slash had barely made a scratch on its tough skin. You don't even know why you swung, you wanted Jackson dead.
You closed your eyes shut, teeth bare in fear as you waited for the worst. You only hoped the horse's jaw was strong enough to crush your brain in one go rather than a few. When the worst never came, you opened them again and watched as the horse let out a huff, turning and trotting off into the darkness.
Jackson was staring at you again, a look of bewilderment etched into his features. Maybe it was the adrenaline of almost dying talking, but the light from the top of the staircase was hitting you just right, and he could've swore that in that moment, you looked like an angel.
Then, it all clicked in place. The Lord had sent him an angel, compensation for all of his hard, dedicated work. You had the loyalty of the animals, the backing of the Lord, and now, you were all his. His to keep.
"You saved me." Jackson said, gazing at you as if you were the only thing in the room. You could only meet his eyes, feeling royally fucked now that he knew you had a weapon. You had to act, and fast.
Your body moved before you could think, shoving him against the wall and wrapping your free hand around his throat, the other holding the knife to his stomach.
"Let me out of here." You demanded, squeezing his throat tighter and feeling his adam's apple bob under your palm.
Jackson hated being touched, hated the feeling of someone's body heat mix with his own. It felt trapping, suffocating, it always had. However, rather than disgust and discomfort, for the first time in his life, it felt good. Intoxicatingly good. Your grip on his sent a jolt down his body, and his hands wrapped around your wrist, nails digging into your skin.
"What happened to good behaviour?" He asked, short of breath, eyes hazy from lack of oxygen. All he could see was you, the fruits of his labour, the prize for his devotion to the holy spirit.
He yanked your hand off of his neck without warning, and knocked the knife out of your other. You watched as it slid into the darkness of the basement, helplessness suddenly flooding your brain once more. You didn't want to go back into the attic.
Jackson took you by the front of your shirt, ignoring your pleas and screams as he dragged you back up into the attic throwing you onto the wooden floor you dreaded seeing again. You turned to look at Jackson, on your knees and desperate.
"Please don't leave me in here again." You begged, holding yourself tight as if doing so would give you the strength not to give up seeing the light of day again. Jackson stared down at you, absolutely drunk on your expression. He needed you in his life forever, he knew it well now. Jackson knelt down in front of you, admiring your expression closely as he cocked his head to the side.
"You did save me, angel. I guess that does merit a favour or two from yours truly." He answered honestly, offering you a mocking grin. "Maybe I'll take you for a walk around the house again sometime soon."
You nodded frantically, and Jackson felt his heart tremor at the sight. You were his, the Lord had said so. He would never let anything harm you again. His angel.
