“Let Will have a taste, dear,” Hannibal whispered in your ear, holding you down as Will continued to suck on your clit, hungrily. “How do they taste?”
“Mmm. Perfect.”
Lowering his head, he ran the tip of his tongue around your entrance before inserting it in, licking up your juices.
Moaning, you felt tears come to your eyes as Will began fucking you with his tongue, and before you could make your hopeless plea to stop, you suddenly felt the psychiatrist’s fingers rubbing against your clit, pushing you to cum on the other man’s tongue.
Brahms finding out about the mating press and pile driver and being feral about getting you in those positions to be as deep as he possibly can. Has to make sure you feel his cock hit your cervix and that you'll always remember you belong with him 💖
I'm screaming into my pillow from imagining this!
A'ight anon. You've given me a bit of inspiration to write a short for this~😘
And I've found the perfect gif as well 😩🫣 !
~
Disfrutando
The Boy Drabble
Rating: 18+
Pairing: Brahms Heelshire x Female Reader
WARNINGS/TAGS: NSFW, Dark smut, dubious consent, overstimulation, mating press, large cock, creampie, Brahms loves your pussy ) 🖤❤️
A mess of sweat and tears, you were too numb to feel the firm hands grabbing onto your ankles.
A grunt of displeasure left you when you were dragged near the edge of the bed, your hair spreading out like a halo on the dirty sheets and your arms splayed out on either side of you. You were so drained and everything ached. Keeping your eyes open was proving to be a difficult task as they kept fluttering closed due to your exhaustion.
The same hands that had pulled you then gripped the back of your thighs, spreading your legs apart to expose your thoroughly bred pussy to the man responsible for such a debauched display.
Cringing at the fluid leaking out of you, you tried to close your legs but groaned at the pain shooting throughout your body from the action. A calloused hand was quick to rub your flushed cheek, causing you to close your eyes and sigh from the comfort it provided.
Just as you started to doze off, Brahms shifted your position, your mind too clouded with post-sex bliss to register the tenseness of his body above yours. Your vision was foggy for a moment, the pleasure you were subjected to moments before blurring the image of the masked man on top of you. When your knees were suddenly pushed to your shoulders, you yelped at the painful ache in your muscles.
Your tongue felt like lead in your mouth, unable to formulate words to question what he was planning. When you felt the blunt tip of his cock press against you, your eyes flew open in alarm.
"B-Brahms! You-?!" Slapping your hands on his firm stomach, you pushed against him. There was no way you could go another round. The ache in your lower extremities left you with no desire to further bruise your swollen insides.
Brahms didn't budge in the slightest, merely tilting his head at your attempts to stop him. A gleam in his eyes shook you, panic settling in when he positioned himself in a squat position of top of you.
"We don't need to-!" Your words ended in a gasp, Brahms quickly ramming his thick cock inside your inflamed pussy before you could protest. The audible squelch of the penetration was absolutely filthy, your mind paying no mind to the sound as it was overtaken by the sensation of being split open once more.
A guttural groan left him, his head tilting back and body shuddering from the decadent pressure of your walls encasing his thick girth.
You could only babble out nonsense, the words lost to you as you felt the delicious stretch of your walls encompassing his thick dick. Brahms pulled out just a few inches, strings of arousal following his retreat, before viciously thrusting forward with an audible plap. Your moans fueled his drive, Brahms slamming his hips down with more force to have you screaming for him. You cried out sweetly at the rough pace he set, your nails digging into his forearms from the brutality of his dick fucking into you.
"I lo-lov…" Brahms stuttered out the words, eyes rolling back when you squeezed hard enough to make him delirious. "I love…ngh!..you!"
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Come On, Now
Brahms Heelshire x Masc!Reader
Last Edited: 27/03/2024
TW: none
Anon: Brahms with (male or masc) reader making him leave the house? Can be either fic or Drabble idc
Word Count: 589
AO3 LINK -> HERE
Notes from @gvtted-ratz (writer/creator): We can do that, yes. We decided on a drabble (few hundred words) since we do believe, no matter what, Brahms probably would never leave his home (as is shown in the movie since he does not chase after Greta when she escapes before coming back). Hence, not it being a fic. Hope you enjoy. Another title is “Brahms touches grass for the first time in 20 years.”
Notes from @rppik (editor/co-writer): in which we make the lad touch grass.
Convincing the man to leave his own home is more trouble than you’d like to admit. It’s like a game of tug of war with a large mutt. Upon first suggesting he get some air, he'd reply with a pitiful, “Tomorrow?” in his practised child voice. Any attempt at insisting upon it gets shut down with him responding curtly, in his regular voice, “Not now.” And, well, arguing with him when he switches into his natural, gruff tone of voice is like trying to move a particularly fussy mountain. Until today, that is– not even Brahms is immune to persistent, well-meaning urges from his dear “nanny.”
“Are you sure I have to do this?” It’s a whining voice, one a child usually resorts to using when they can’t get their way. The man's uncanny ability to mimic a child's voice surely adds to that effect, also.
“Yes, Mr. Heelshire. It's for the best you step outside after so long. Not only have you never helped me with the rat traps, but you’ve never even been in the garden,” you finish with a sigh, already tired from this entire interaction. You’ve read that being cooped up in a place for too long can impact one’s health. That's why you’re trying to get Brahms to at least step outside his home for only a few minutes.
“Well, I don’t want to.” His bratty tone doesn’t match his large, tense frame.
“Come On, Now. Surely I’m not that bad of company,” you retort, not allowing him to try and back out.
“You are when you’re trying to be awful,” is his answer, tone cracking halfway through his sentence.
“Awful or not, your parents entrusted me in your care. This is part of the job. Now you’ll listen, or you won’t get a goodnight kiss. I’ll take it off the list for the day.” This seems to work, as Brahms has no more fighting words to give you. You grab ahold of his hand and start to tug him along to the back door. He follows with no protest, the warmth of his hand making yours sweat slightly.
Opening the door, you lead Brahms onwards, the sound of his heaving breathing and your footfalls echoing about as you both descend the steps. You don’t take him to the garden, instead leading him to one of the rat traps, sticking close to the house. You know he would freak out if you took him too far from his safe space and prison.
“See, Mr. Heelshire? This isn’t terrible now, is it?” He doesn’t respond, instead looking up at one of the many windows of the home. The one that has caught his eye has black smudges around it, evidence of a past fire from many years ago; it was before your time here at the house.
“No. It’s not bad. Thank you, Mr. [Redacted],” is his answer. At the prefix, you huff in amusement.
“Being polite won’t get you flattery, Mr. Heelshire. After all, you never use ‘Mr.’ when referring to me. Ever since the beginning of our time together.” After inhaling and holding it for a moment, you release the breath before turning towards the man. “We can go now. I only wanted you to experience outside without being trapped in that dusty house all the time. I’ve heard it helps with your health.”
With those words, you and Brahms head back inside. You can only hope he’ll allow you to make this a daily thing. You just want what’s best for him.
"Whats your name?!?" Lorraine shouted into what seemed like the void. Harsh rain hits her body what feels like a million miles a minute. Dark eye bags engulf her face do to a lack of sleep. A vein popped on her forehead, trying to find any clues about 𝐇𝐢𝐦. Her mind racing with thoughts and feelings swept into the hectic storm.
Her husband, Ed wasn't in best shape either. Had the same dark eye bags and thoughts running though his head. He got draged into the basement of the house by a strong force and was still laying somewhat conscious with scraches and bruises. He was trying to find the family's 2 youngest child Janet that has been in demonic possession by this entirety. Janet got dragged to her sister and her bedroom by the demonic entirety.That was the last time Ed and Lorraine saw her. Ed wasn't the only one to think of the worst at the moment.
A door behind Ed starts opening slowly and tension filled the room. Ed got a a deer in headlights look. He slowly turned his head looking over his shoulder to what looks like the empty doorway opening. Wasting no time Ed turns the rest of his body over swiftly with a cross tightly in hand and pointed it at the door
" You have no power here demon!!, God is with us and always will b—"
"I thought you were over the whole "heroic speech" faze?"
Ed freezes, but then gives a light smile shaking his head at a oh so familiar women in the doorway
" What?, miss me or something? You and Lorraine did call me right?" Y/n said raising an eyebrow.
！！sᴄʀᴇᴀᴍ ！！
Ed and y/n shot there heads up towards the ceiling
" Janet.." Ed whispered yelled at the ceiling. Y/n looked around and saw a staircase that headed up stairs. Y/n looks back down at Ed
" I got this one Eds " Y/n declared, Ed's face went pale. Ed finally got up from the ground, looking at the girl like she was crazy
" Now wait a sec Y/-!"
Y/n bolted up the stairs with a cross in hand before Ed finished his sentence. Y/n opened the door and ran to what looks like the living room. Y/n stopped and looking for any sign of where Janet could be. In the corner of her eye she sees a little girl shadow being walking towards towards a bedroom slowly. Y/n ran up stairs and start to pound on the door
" JANET! Open the door! " Y/n said shouted pounding on the door. Y/n put her hands on the door knob vigorously trying to open it.It was like someone was holding the door shut from the other side. Y/n needs to get in there now, it life or death for that little girl. She then took a deep breath and stepped back. She left her leg up and with all her strength try to kicked the door down. It was a Success!. The door burst opened from the impacted so much so she could fit to get in. What was going on in that room it was not what she was expecting.
The walls were run down. What once was dark brown was now had scratch marks with a tan/white/gray washed color. The walls were scattered with crosses nailed to the walls. It doesn't seem to have much power over the entity cause all the crosses were now place upside down.... Every single one of them. Two beds were fliped in different directions and there were cloths scatter across the room. The room looked still almost like time was going slow. Y/n was still not cause of the room no, but what she sees: There she is. Janet. Standing at infront of the window with the curtians ripped off the hinges to the floor. Janet was Still......
A black shadow emerges from a wall to the right corner closer to Janet. 𝐇𝐞 appeard. You coverd your mouth in shock with eyes so big they could pop out of your head.
It was 𝐇𝐢𝐦. How is he here, Did 𝐇𝐞 find someone eles to attach on after the 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 happened. The bedroom widows then got pushed out harshly, cracking the glass in the in the process. 𝐇𝐞 slowly made his finger into a point position towards the widow. Janet started walking aimlessly. Without second thought Y/n started to run to Janet. 𝐇𝐞 sharply moved his hand backwards without looking away from janet. Y/n was thrown in the air pinned against wall. Her breath got quicker. But that wasn't going to stop her from saving Janet
" VALAK!! " Y/n shouted to get the demon's attention away from Janet. It absolutely worked. 𝐇𝐞 sharply turned 𝐡𝐢𝐬 head almost 180* in her direction. 𝐇𝐞 had a suprise look in 𝐡𝐢𝐬 eyes for a split second. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 hold on Janet lifted for a brief moment but as quickly as it came it tightened up again. You got 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 started to stride slowly up to you. Janet still in 𝐡𝐢𝐬 hold. Your breath quick in as 𝐡𝐞 was getting closer. Still pinned to the wall you stated to stuggle even harder to get out of 𝐢𝐭𝐬 grip.
A finger hooked under your chin and harshly pushed it up only for your eyes to meet 𝐡𝐢𝐬. Those familiar golden eyes stare at what feels like your soul as 𝐡𝐢𝐬 grip on your face increased.
" ..ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ʏ/ɴ.. " 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 said low, growly voice still staring into your eyes with mischief swirling around in them
" Am I supposed to answer that question honestly or??? " Y/n said trying to lighten up her mood but was quickly shut down by 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 gave her a threatening look. Silence filled the room. Uncomfortably. Y/n composed her self then took a sigh
" What's your purpose here Demon?, why are you taking over Janet? She has done nothing! Demon— " ...ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴀᴅᴅʀᴇss ᴍᴇ ᴀs ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍe ʏ/ɴ......"
Y/n felt chills ran up her spine as she hears 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 talking to her demandingly and quickly to correct her. Y/n new right now she's playing with fire.
" Fine then answer me this 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 "
" ...ɪᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀʀs my little viper...."
Y/n Sighed annoyingly at the nickname
" why a family? Do you go from haunting churches, now destroying a family? what's in it for you? "
" let Janet go 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 " Y/n said finally getting out of his hold, and running towards Janet, kneeling in front of her only to see her eyes were a pale blue, almost as if she has no pupils. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 started to grin crazily
" ...ɪᴛs ᴛᴏᴏ ʟᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ sʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ 5 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇ... " Y/n stared hopelessly at Janet, not knowing how to help her.
Lorraine ran into the room suddenly looking at the scene, but then acted quick And started to shout 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 at him. Which was defeting him. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 looked at everyone in the room coldly as he was getting pulled back in hell. his flesh tearing off his body as he was getting sucked back into a portal as his True Form came out. He looked at Y/n his last moments
" ....ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍʏ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴠɪᴘᴇʀ again.... ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɪᴛ..." just like that 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐞.
Janet went back to her normal self instantly and started to run out of the house to find her family. Edd ran into room not long after. Hugging his wife. Both of the warrens pulled away and looked at Y/n and saw that she was looking at the spot where 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 had left, Which left a burn mark on the wall.
The warrens start walking up to her pulling her out of her thoughts. Lorraine helped Y/n up and gave her a big hug. Y/n hugged back tighter. They both pulled away from each other seconds after. The warrens looked at her worried
" How did you know 𝐡𝐢𝐬 name before??" Lorraine said breaking the silence abruptly. Y/n eyes go wide, how dose she know. Was she outside the door?, have a vision about it.
I am SCREAMING I CANT BELIEVE YOU WRITE ADDLEY A N D TAKE REQUESTS
Can you PLEASE write something about Addley?? Anything?? I can dm if you need ideas??
OF COURSE IM HONORED TO, I FUCKING LOVE ADDLEY.
Anyway, yes, he’s one of my favs, I constantly brain-rot about his crazy ass… feel free to request a fic :]
Also, next time, I’d love if you dropped your ideas <3
< Addley Koffin x Masc or NB Reader >
Drabble? Just some little Addley headcanons, not a full fic! And I write like a cartoon character inner monologue, just a heads up.
CW: Addley has a fucked up view of love/family dynamics, basic grungy awful slasher stuff, + fluff ?, nothing too bad
Addley Koffin likes having someone else to tell him what to do, if not, he gets stressed and starts raging. Throws shit, hollarin’ and carrying on… straight chaos. But, if he has that one person at his side at all times, I can GUARANTEE he may loose that frustrated edge.
That’s where I’m putting you dear reader, you can be his voice of reason! (In these little scenarios anyway :])
Addley would…
Be impulsive in most decisions he makes. Which is what got him in that damn hostage situation… yep. Then there was you, poor unsuspecting— mildly irritated— you.
He would…
In this theoretical scenario, possibly pick up on your difference in nature compared to your friends. (Not like other girls head ass.) The more analytical stance you take, trying to read him.. manipulate him. Which is quite easy to do.
He may…
Become attached to someone who seems unmoving, knows who they are, and their place in the world. Calm(mostly.), and can easily tell someone right from wrong. A rock in the storm, that’s the type of person I feel would attract our Addley Koffin ~
He would think about…
If you were that hostage, he’d most likely think of a way to please you, if anything. Looking to make you drop the scrutinizing look.. even if he could literally kill you, there’s that mental barrier for authority figures that his mother so graciously beat into his skull. (Literally.. probably. She scares me.)
He would…
Probably be your way out, with how fragile he mentally seems to be, if you could push those buttons— he may let you free… or… convince his mama to keep you. Just because he said so. He likes you? What’s the deal? Stop glaring at him like that, damn.
If somehow, miraculously, you ended up in his day to day life he would use you as his… magic 8-ball. He asks you how, or if he should do anything. No matter what it is, but he would word it a different way;
“Y’ think I should sharpen these? They’re gettin’ pretty dull for… y’know.. meat cutting..?”
“I think these curtains look a tad dingy, wanna change em’?”
“Ike made that damn lil art thing for ma, think I could do better..?”
Depending on your answer, is what his next actions would be. He may seem offended if you disagree, maybe start to argue— of course quickly shutting himself down once you give him a look. He respects you… maybe a little too much.
He’s a damn bootlicker. I don’t care what anyone says. <3
Feel free to drop your headcanons for this guy in my box, I’m obsessed with him right now :]
Imagine you persuade Bo into pegging him, he's a stubborn brat but eventually enjoys it. You love the power more and more and you can see why he loves being dominant so much.
You pull his hair, kiss and bite his neck (do any of you guys just want to nibble his jawline? 🤤), drag your nails down his back, and of course spanking him. He'll open his mouth to complain but will be cut off by moans as you harshly slam into him.
He's not used to this side of you of course and feels kinda intimidated, wondering how long you've wanted this.
Leaning in as you pound into his tight ass, you whisper "Don't like it, huh? Being treated like a dirty whore." This man is going to melt and will never admit that he likes it, he'll just huff and say he did it just to shut you up.
We all know this man whore is internally anxious for you to ask to do it again.
Warning: Very mild suggestive implies, mostly fluff and no cuss words.
Michael Myers:
Michael didn't want kids running around his house so you both compromised and you took the kids to live in another house
You actually also didn't want the kids to get hurt if michael blacked out and attacked
But every other morning they would tell you they saw a man either out the window, in their room, standing by your door and you knew it was michael
You would leave your door open most times and feel him get in your bed and hold you, thinking you were asleep
You would eventually tell the kids that he was their protector and would be watching over them, not wanting to tell them it was their dad (If you want michael to be the dad)
You could tell they weren't afraid of him and would ask more about him
He did watch them any time he was free just to make sure their safe and that you're safe
He does like the kids but obviously won't admit it
When the kids would play outside the house, he would manage to get in and do his little imitation stance behind you until you notice him
Sometimes it gets a little spicy
RZ Michael Myers:
Just like og michael, he would prefer the kids in a separate house but he does visit often and not just breaking in
He does wear his masks around the kids but they love his masks which lead them to making their own trying to be like him
That warms his heart and loves to see how creative they could get
If they were his or not, he did his best to be a good father figure and brought them gifts
You made sure the gifts were appropriate and not bones (it happened once but the kids loved it)
He does see the kids pick up his behaviors he had when he was a child and would inform you about it just so you're aware of the little monsters
Sometimes you catch them all playing, michael could have his mask off and be smiling
You adored him so much for giving them a childhood he wished he had
He loves the kids and will always protect them no matter how much he knows they're more than capable of protecting themselves
Jason Voorhees:
Jason couldn't have children because he's basically half dead but he does adore your children
He doesn't want to scare them so he keeps his distance with them
He does allow you to let them venture around the camp and into the cabins to find little surprises he left which consist of acorns and forage in jars
They believed a forest monster left them and that they were its little wish jars
Sometimes they would catch a glimpse of jason and draw pictures and left them in the camp building for him to find
This grew into a little gift exchange, jason would find their pictures of him and in exchange he leaves a item for them the next day
He loved every picture and kept them in a box or even hung some up in his cabin
He adores your kids and wishes he could approach them without being insecure
Thomas Hewitt:
Thomas was a really good father figure to the kids, luda mae was overwhelmed with joy having grandbabies
Hoyt was still a grumpy old man but had a soft spot for the gremlins when they would fetch him his beer with big smiles
Monty likes when they accompany him to the garden and farm, loving the extra help and support
Thomas couldn't care if they were his or not, he loved them more than words could describe
He showed it by letting them rough house with him and he would pretend to lose and act hurt, he loved carrying them around and swinging them around, but he was always as gentle as he could be
The kids loved thomas just as much, cuddling against him when they were sleepy, even going out to find bones and giving it to him
Thomas definitely wants more kids and how he would show you is when you were alone, he would plant kisses all over you til it got to your stomach
“One more?”
Bubba Sawyer:
He loves your kids but they stress him out
Being in a family like his plus kids would definitely bring chaos
He’s just worried about their safety, they like to explore the house so he hovers over them to make sure they're not running with sharp bones or his tools
But he loves to have them around and plays with them though he wishes he could talk normally to them but they can pick up on what he's trying to say
His brothers who are usually rough with bubba never dare to be rough with the little ones, you made sure of that
Nubbins loves to take pictures of them holding animal bones or them making something with bone animal and human bones for the house
Chop top would entertain them with his stories
Drayton loves to pick them up and talk to them but mostly when you're not around to see, any other day he’ll complain while picking up their mess
The Sinclair Brothers
It doesn't matter which brother you're dating, if you got kids they'll treat them as their own kids
They are busy men but they try to spend time with the kids
When you're tired they settle on whos gonna watch them for the day, most likely being Bo or Lester because Vincent doesn't want them in being burned when he's making the wax figures
Bos as gentle as he can be but Lester loves rough housing with the kid(s) to keep them entertained
While Bo is more reserved and doesn't show much affection he does a lot to keep them happy and gifts them small toys or a candy if you allow him
Lester just enjoys spending time with them showing them what he does for the town and his bones
You can count on him for driving them around while you nap or attend to chores
When the kids to see Vincent, he's showing them the new wax sculpture or his old sketches
He definitely encourages their creativity by letting them draw in his unused sketchbooks and makes them crayons to use
You always have a plan for when there tourists around, you have Lester take them back to his house to keep them safe while Bo and Vincent take care of the people
Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling
Hi anon, I officially love u for sending in a request 🙂
Request: Hi love!!! I was wondering if you could possibly write headcanons for Brahms, Thomas Hewitt, bubba sawyer, and Billy loomis & Stu macher with an fem!reader who is Asian and gets harrassed by random strangers during COVID because shes Asian? Fluff pls. I’m not projecting onto the reader at all, lmaooo. A girl out here is struggling
A/N: Okay I tried my best but please know! I am NOT Asian (technically) but I do know what it is like to get harassed and hated on for your heritage, I’m sorry you’ve had such a rough time 🙁- let me know if this is okay/ if ANYTHING is offensive and I will fix it!! (I’ve also never written headcanons before sooooooo)
Brahms
COVID? Pandemic? What on Earth are you talking about silly girl?? 🙃
Let’s be real our lovable wall crawler would hardly understand the pandemic, he never leaves the house after all, even if you try to get it through how awful it all is
He understands it’s something to be scared of, but doesn't really get it ya’know?
Let’s say you get back to the mansion one day after grocery shopping (the local store can’t deliver) and as soon as you walk in the door, you're slamming it behind you with tears in your eyes.
Brahms is immediately concerned, cocking his head and approaching you
Seeing him and all his cuteness just makes you want to cry more
He wraps you up in his arms, a rare moment of him taking care of you, and carries you over to the couch (groceries be damned)
After explaining to him what happened, about the cruel things people in town shouted at you, blamed you for, etc. the man was fuming
How could anyone say such things to his love?? His love??? You?? Like you're right there and so perfect, how could anyone just NOT see that?
Brahms can hardly relate to your struggle, he has never been singled out due to his race, but he would try his best to understand and comfort you
This includes lots of pampering and cuddles, ahem, clawfoot bathtub.
Thomas
Sweet Tommy, love of your life, would absolutely tear through anyone that dared utter a single word of offense towards you
That’s just the way it is hun
This man’s down bad for you
Let’s be real, Thomas’ family and you live in the hick side of Texas, people aren't the most open minded there on a normal day y'all sorry
So during the pandemic? A riot in the worst way
You couldn't understand how people could be so mean
At one point you refused to leave the house, it had become so bad, this was past harassment and cruel taunts, the people of this town weren't afraid of grabbing at you.
That is until they see your big hubby
Little fools sure are running now huh? Big man with the chainsaw is coming for their racist asses
No Tommy you still have to wear a mask… no baby yours isn't enough let's get you a proper one… Tommy… Tommy get back here!!
After properly dealing with the bullies in his charming fashion, Tommy would simply dote on you, I’m talking big game here girl
He’s a shy man, we know, but when you're feeling so hurt and down? All that gets pushed aside for lifting your spirits.
He puts his chainsaw aside and spends the remainder of the day with you, whether its puttering around the house, taking a shower together, or just hanging out. Maybe y’all cooked some yummy dinner together, all cutesy and shit in the kitchen (i’m jealous of u) and then washed each others hair in the shower
Man is greasy pls scrub him
Then spend the night cuddled up and smoochin’
Bubba
When you tell Bubba about what’s been happening the poor thing gets so sad for you
The Sawyers likely don't believe in modern medicine, and likely think the pandemic isn't real
Bubba doesn't care if its real or not, what’s real to him is you being upset
He believes the townspeople are mean, look at him for goodness sake, he knows what it’s like to be bullied, even if it is for very different reasons
Bubba will hurt them for you if you want him to, but he’s more likely to just sit and cry with you
If you ask him he’ll comfort you, he’ll bring you something pretty he’s found, maybe a smooth bone or a shiny rock
Billy & Stu
At the beginning of the pandemic these two doofs played off its seriousness, but once people close to them started getting sick it sunk in
Your health was at risk, and being the love of their lives and the object of their obsession they absolutely couldn't let ANYTHING happen to you
I’m talking masks, sanitizer, distancing, everything and more
They felt a bit settled into the routine of the pandemic now, no matter how scary the new normal was, but when they noticed/you told them about the harassment?
Sorry to burst ur bubble racist assholes but u got like 2 seconds to live
Absolutely zero remorse from these two, if anyone even looks at you the wrong way ( or any way really) that’s it, they are a goner
Once your boys get back from stabby time, its you time baby
You think these other boys spoiled you? ( they did I was there ) get ready for 2x the cuddles, 2x the preening, 2x the pampering, 2x the food, 2x EVERYTHING
Lucky you
AT the end of the night, you end up totally comforted in your Loomis/Macher sandwich
I hope this was alright! Feel free to request again!
