#Hoyt Hewitt

[slasherwife]

rewatching texas chainsaw massacre the beginning and the start of the movie is just so sad for me to watch when tommy is cutting off parts of his face and burning young pictures of himself. ever since he was young enough to have ears, he’s heard that he’s deformed, ugly, disgusting to look at, and that he’s abnormal. it’s all he was ever told, on top of being called ret*rded and struggling in school. this kind of bullying can completely change how a person sees the world. the amount of emotional trauma from this can be unbearable. he caught and skinned animals as a form of catharsis, causing him to be completely ostracized from society making matters even worse. humans naturally need to be accepted by other humans. so the emotion of being rejected completely from society is so incredibly painful. all because he doesn’t look like how a regular human would look like. imagine the amount of pure self hatred, betrayal, absolute despair that thomas was in, for him to literally take a knife and start cutting off the imperfections from his face. it was almost like he fantasized in his mind that if he could cut off the bad parts, he would finally be normal and not seen as a monster, and be accepted. and then when he saw that he was seen just the same, that’s when he started to accept that part of him and became the monster everyone said he was. monsters are created, not born.

[randomly-a-fan]

In a Shark Tale scene, Don Lino took Frankie and Lenny out to dinner, while having a conversation with Lenny about his odd shark behavior. So in this Spoof clip, Hoyt as Don Lino was talking to Bubba as Lenny about his behavior. I also added the kids from Recess as the shrimps, the main shrimp played by Gus. Bubba as Lenny was being forced to kill (eat) him, which he refuses; also he forcefully lets the gang escape.

[house-of-slayterr]

Mother Has Fallen:

Tag: @oceansrose2002 @myers-meadow-selfship @vincent-sinclair-deserved-better

An: This happens right after Blinky’s mom shows up. Sorry the story is so disjointed, I honestly feel like this is how Blinky would tell their story. Just random memories in no particular order. Once I’m finished with backstory it will be more straight forward lol.

CW: Smut and harsh language (D Slur)

Macy’s POV:

I wasted no time getting on my bike. Blinky’s voice sounded tired and exasperated over the phone. It pained my heart to hear, and I couldn’t stand to watch idly by if my partner was in trouble. I forwent laws, driving as fast as my bike could go. I had quick reflexes and not many people were on the road at this time. When I finally made it to our spot, I barely had time to park before I was rushing over to them.

They somehow looked even smaller in the oversized hoodie they were wearing. And even in the dark I could see some tear stains on their face. They finally looked up at me, and smiled, but it didn’t come close to reaching their eyes. It was a pity smile.

“Oh, Sweetheart.” I said.

Engulfing them into a hug.

“Hey, I’m here, what happened?”

They shook their head, their curls falling into the face. This was one of the few times I saw them with their hair down. They never really let it be entirely natural before. I kicked myself for thinking it looked nice at a time like this. And quickly pushed the thought from my mind.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to. Where do you want to go?”

“Yours.” They said simply.

I froze. There was no possible way I could take them home. It would be like throwing a steak into the lions den. I couldn’t do that to them.

“Blinky, my family-“

“I don’t care. I want to be with you right now. Only you, I don’t care about anything else.” They said desperately.

I sighed, bringing them tighter into the hug if that was even possible. It looked like they were about to cry again and I wasn’t going to let that happen. I pulled them back, leaning down and holding their face in my hands.

“Just, stay beside me ok?”

“Wouldn’t dream of being anywhere else.” They said flatly.

I turned to grab things from my bike satchel. I handed them a helmet and they looked confused.

“I got it custom made for you. Your hair should fit.”

They smiled up at me, more akin to their usual one, but no where near as heart stopping. I watched as they put their helmet on, and was relived to know it fit well. I helped them onto my bike and didn’t say anything else until we made the long drive home. I knew they appreciated the silence. It wasn’t awkward for them, but my head was spiralling. What the fuck could have happened?

It was quite late when I picked them up, but the sun was dawning on the horizon now. Peaking its head through the clouds, which I was thankful for. It seemed no matter the season, Texas always managed to have uncomfortably humid weather. Despite this, I could feel Blinky shivering in front of me. I tried to move my body even closer to help warm them up. But I’ve wasn’t sure the shivering was entirely due to wind chill. It was about midday when I finally made it home.

I helped them off my bike, their legs wobbling slightly.

“I’m good, I’m fine.” They said, like it was an automatic response.

“I don’t care, I’m carrying you inside.” I said firmly.

I wouldn’t let them fight me on this. Whatever reaction their body was having to their distress, didn’t look good on her. She almost looked like a scared child. Of course, their size didn’t help. It never did. I put our helmets on the handles of my bike and scooped them up. Not without some grumbling from them which made me laugh a little. They said something about it being “unfair.”

I knew the house would be busy right now, so I tried to think of the quickest path to my room. But luck was not on my side today. As I pushed open the front door, I was immediately greeted by the smell of Luda cooking. If there was one thing that woman was good at, it was making food. She must have heard the front door open.

“Macy, is that you?”

“Yeah Ma, it’s me.” I grumble shouted.

“Come here, I need your help reaching something.”

I sighed, looking down at Blinky in my arms. Somehow they seemed more relaxed, they lazily nodded toward the kitchen where they heard Luda speak. I carried them into the kitchen, setting them down on the dinner table.

“What do you need?” I asked.

She finally looked away from the pot she was stirring and her eyes locked in on Blinky.

“Who’s this?” She asked.

At least she was attempting to be in a polite mood today.

“A friend, Ma what do you need?” I asked again.

Trying my best to draw attention back to myself.

“I need the pasta off the top shelf, your brother put away the groceries.”

Normally I’d laugh, but I wasn’t really in the mood. I quickly made my way over to the cabinet and grabbed it down for her.

“Anything else?”

“You’re moody today.” She commented.

I rolled my eyes.

“Introduce me to your friend.” It wasn’t a request and I understood that.

“Ma, this is Blinky, Blinky this is my mother Luda Mae.”

Blinky sent a polite wave. I could tell they were exhausted. They looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Which wasn’t far off from how they normally looked. But I was more concerned than usual.

“That’s an odd name? You’re parents named you that?”

I groaned. Already with the insults.

“No ma’am, my sister named me.”

There voice came out small, but it was by no means nervous.

“Your sister a crack baby?”

My eyes widened, I turned to look at Blinky but they didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. Still lazily kicking their legs back and forth, a stim they did a lot. It was the quickest way to calm them down, get their feet off the floor.

“You got a problem with people suffering from addictions Miss Luda Mae?” Blinky asked.

They never faltered in eye contact, staring my mother down. Something few people dared to do and live. I started to get nervous, but I was also curious. Who wouldn’t be, I’ve never seen Blink behave like this before. Other than that one time a man tried to grab my ass, and she practically growled at him.

My mother squared her shoulders, but kept up her polite host persona. But I could tell it was quickly cracking. But I’d be able to get Blinky out of here if I needed to step in. Perhaps they would be offend if I did. I knew they could handle themself, but it was natural instinct to be protective.

“I guess not. Got any other siblings?” My mother went back to stirring her stew.

I knew what she was cooking. I could smell the blood in the basement from here. Tommy was probably very busy right now, which sucked cause he was the only person here I actually wanted Blinky to meet. And I knew he’d be comfortable with it, I’d been talking about Blinky since the first day I came home. Trying my best to retell their kooky stories as well as they could. Thomas was always begging to hear more of our biweekly meetings. Kept entirely secret from anyone else.

“Three, I think… my family doesn’t really define those relations.” Blinky shrugged.

Luda squinted her eyes.

“I know Macy’s got Tommy.” Blinky added.

My mother tensed, turning her attention back to my girlfriend. Mama was always overprotective of Thomas. Which I was genuinely thankful for. I knew she at least had his back when the others ganged up on him.

“What do you know about my boy Thomas?”

Oh no, this wasn’t good. I was going to step in but Blinky beat me to it.

“I know that he’s a lovely boy, who loves his Mama.”

Blinky smiled politely, but with a vastly different look in their eyes. They were testing my mother back. Luda huffed.

“You staying for dinner?”

“That’s entirely up to your daughter Ma’am”

“We’ll be in my room Ma.”

Luda hummed in distaste. I quickly took Blinky’s hand and tried to drag them up stairs. But as fate would have it, Hoyt and Monty were home.

“What are we kidnapping children now?” Hoyt commented.

I groaned, roughly planting my foot on the ground and stopping our momentum. Naturally Blinky turned to see who was talking. But as promised, they remained at my side. Hoyt stood up from his chair, ignoring the screen. He was still dressed in his work clothes, which I was sure Blinky took note of. They didn’t exactly have much trust in cops, but I didn’t really blame them. I’m sure Hoyt would have been itching for his trigger if his gun was in his holster right now. I growled under my breath.

“This where you been?” He asked me, ignoring Blinky entirely.

“The fuck do you care?”

“You’re staying in my house.” He challenged.

Blinky squeezed my hand slightly, a silent gesture of comfort.

“And we’re just about to go to MY room. We ain’t gonna bother ya.” My accent got thicker when I was upset.

I knew I didn’t have the best education growing up, but I tried to sound smarter in front of Blinky. Not that they asked me to, or ever made me feel I had to. I just wanted to be better for them. I even read on of their favourite books that they had gifted me last visit. I wasn’t finished by I was damn close. I’d certainly have a lot of questions, but I knew she’d have answers and I was looking forward to it.

“Taking girls to your room again?” Uncle monty asked, but his tone was disgusting.

I rolled my eyes. I had just about enough of this.

“Yes Monty, I’m taking my GIRLFRIEND to my room, if you have a problem with that, shove it up your ass old man!”

“What, couldn’t find a man so you moved onto teenagers?” Hoyt scoffed.

“I’m an adult thank you very much.” Blinky said, their voice flat once more.

But I could tell they were upset, with the way their hand trembled slightly in mine. I thought for a moment they were scared, but I was very very wrong.

“Whatever Dykes, you disgust me girl.” Hoyt got up in my face.

I was going to defend myself, but I didn’t want to start something in front of Blinky. If this got physical, they could get hurt. What I wasn’t expecting was for Blinky to drop my hand and step to him.

“Call her that… one more time…” she said lowly.

Hoyt let out a cackle.

“And what are you gonna do about it? Runt? I called my niece a Dyke cause that’s what she is, fifthly woman loving queer.” He leaned down, getting in their face.

Blinky pulled him down by his collar.

“I am going to cut off your dick, and shove it so far down your throat, you’ll choke. Maybe if you get a dick in you, you’ll find out being gay ain’t all the bad. Looks like you haven’t been fucked in a while you walking old corpse.”

Then they let him go. Stepping back and struggling themselves out. I stood there completely stunned.

“He homophobic to me all you want, call my girlfriend a slur again, you’ll wake up with a knife in your tiny, none existent heart. ffycin dyn rhyfedd.”

They never once raised their voice, keeping it calm and monotone. Even their Welsh hadn’t sounded that different, just sounding a little more natural in their mouth. They told me on our third date that they weren’t so good at English, but I had to politely disagree. Their English was better than mine half the time. I couldn’t stop the smile that spread across my face, as I watched Hoyt try to decide if he would call their bluff or not. He simply scoffed and walked away. I was quick to lead them to my room and close the door.

“I’m sorry about them.”

“Don’t. Don’t apologise for their behaviour. It has nothing to do with you.”

I frowned, we’re they upset with me now? Maybe I should have defended them against my mother. The sighed, rubbing their face on their sleeve.

“I didn’t mean to raise my voice. Im just-“ they let out an annoyed grunt.

“Why are people like this?” They sighed.

“I don’t know Blink.” I shrugged, pulling them into my lap as I sat on my bed.

Apparently this was the wrong move, well, not wrong, I certainly wasn’t complaining about what they did next. I blinked as they pulled me in for a passionate kiss. I laughed as I pulled away.

“What was that?”

“Wanna make them really angry?” They asked.

A sparkle coming back to their eyes. How could I say no to a face like that. They turned around on my lap, straddling one of my thighs and putting their arms around my neck to pull me in for another kiss. I hadn’t even expected them to want to be touched right now, let alone this. Sometimes touch overwhelmed them, and I respected that. We’d never really gotten farther than kissing. Which was nothing like my previous relationships.

Most of them started out as friends with benefits, and never progressed past that. Expect for the last one, but I shouldn’t be thinking about her right now. Not when Blinky was on top of me. I leaned back on the bed a bit, propping myself up on the bed and leaning away from the kiss. Blinky looked at me confused.

“Blink, you’re upset, maybe we shouldn’t do this right now.”

I wanted to do things right with her. I really really liked her, and I was afraid to scare her off. This was probably the longest I’d ever held back in a relationship before. But they were also younger, not by much. But they probably didn’t have much experience. I wanted to take things slow.

“What does that have to do with anything.”

“I’m just saying, maybe you aren’t thinking with a clear head is all.”

They removed their hands from around my neck, and crossed them over my chest.

“Macy.”

“Yea?” They has my full attention, it wasn’t like there was much competition.

“I’m literally throwing myself at you right now. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your pent up frustration. And I’m supposed to be the socially oblivious one here.” They chuckled slightly.

“You were crying a few hours ago.”

“And now, I want to fuck you. You in, or not?”

If this is what they were like when they were angry, then this could be fun. That seemed like pretty clear consent to me, so I pulled them in for another kiss, this one sloppier than the last. I was still holding back, not wanting to hurt them. Not unless they asked me to of course. They giggled into the kiss, much more like them normal self now. I was a little surprised when they bit at my bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood.

“Oops” they said, bringing their finger to their lip and licking the blood off of it.

It was in that moment that I couldn’t even think about earlier anymore. I didn’t give a damn that anyone was in this god forsaken house. My pupils were probably blown wide by now. I stared at them hungrily. God they were so hot right now. I wrapped my hand around their waist, which covered most of their back. They kissed my cheek.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt?”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything, just licking the rest of the blood of my own lip. They then kissed near my jaw.

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you yeah?”

They kissed the crook of my neck. I let out a little laugh, breaking out of my trance.

“If you hurt me?” I mused.

“Mmmhmm” the mumbled, sucking down on my neck like their life depended on it.

I certainly didn’t expect them to be this excited about it. Or feel this good. Maybe patience was a virtue. Or whatever the fuck the phrase was. The stoped attacking my neck to go to the other side, reaching to unbutton my shirt. Normally I’d take the lead, but I was curious to see how far they’re go before they got shy. I stabled us with my other hand still on the bed.

“Careful Bumble Bee, you really sure you want to do this?” I asked one more time, just to be completely certain they wanted this.

They stopped sucking on my neck and pulled back to look at me.

“Macy, will you just shut the fuck up? Or do I have to do it for you?”

I raised a brow at them, daring to open my mouth. They quickly pulled away, and I watched as they managed to skilfully remove their sports bra out form under their shirt. The crawled back over to me, and before I could get a word out they shoved it in my mouth. They smiled wildly.

“Better. You don’t normally talk this much.”

With a surprising amount of force they pushed me down onto the bed. Of course I wasn’t going to stop them. They crawled on top of me, sitting down on my waist. And made quick work of rooming my shirt. They placed open mouth kisses slowly down my chest, I mumbled something into the make shift gag, and they rolled their eyes, taking it out of my mouth.

“What was that?”

“Have you ever been with a girl before?”

“I’m sure I can figure it out.” They smiled smugly.

I didn’t even give them a chance to put the gag in themselves, grabbing it and shoving it back into my mouth. If this is how they wanted to play it, fine, let’s play. Maybe this would be a good way for them to release whatever stress they were under. Whatever made them run away from home. And I wanted nothing more than to provide that outlet for them. I helped her out by undoing my bra and letting it fall. I watched their eyes darken.

“I swear to Satan, Macy you were sculpted by Aphrodite herself.” They said lowly.

They seemed hesitant for a second, so I guided their hands to my breast. They slowly began to need at it, closing their eyes at the feeling. They looked blissful in this moment and it was turning me on. They leaned down and began attacking my other breast like they had my neck. Shamelessly leaving hickeys all over my body. Which I would wear proudly. They splayed their other hand over my stomach to stabilise themselves. I leaned my head back. Enjoying the feeling. It wasn’t often I was in this role, so I figured I’d enjoy it.

My hands slowly made my way to their shirt, asking them to take it off. Which I was happy to help them with. They didn’t have much there, but I never cared about any of that. Big breast, little breast, they were all the same to me. I reached up to touch them, but they smacked my hand away. Detaching their tongue from my nipple and looking down at me displeased.

“If they’re going to distract you I’ll put my shirt back on.” They warned.

God, why were they being so mean? I wasn’t the one that pissed them off, so why take it out on me? They pinched my nipple, rolling it between their thumb.

“You gonna get distracted Macy?”

I shook my head no.

“Good girl.”

God what where they doing to me right now? This had to be a dream. There was no way this was actually happening. The crawled off me and I let out a whine at the lack of content.

“Poor you, you still have your shoes on. Let me help you.”

They unzipped my boots, taking them off my feet while keeping eye contact. How were they so good at this. Nobody had ever made me squirm in anticipation before. They took their time, feeling up my legs and reaching for my zipper. It was odd how they still asked for permission, despite being so clearly dominate right now. But they paused, retracting their hand.

“Think you can help me out a little?” They asked seductively.

Fuck, I hadn’t shaved. But I honestly didn’t think that mattered at all right now. I doubt something like that would stop them from this little quest they were on. I quickly kicked of my pants, throwing them somewhere in my room. Leaving me in only my panties, and then just topless.

“Look at you, listening so intently. You really wanted this didn’t you fy nghariad”

I recognised that word, they used it often. Told me it meant “my love” a tears of endearment they had settled on for me. I nodded excitedly.

“Now if you’re good, we can remove that gag. Don’t you want your family to hear how good I’m making you feel? You gonna be good for me and let me please you Macy?”

The reached over to remove the object.

“Yes.” I said simply, honestly.

I couldn’t think to say much else right now honestly. I’m was completely in awe. She kissed me quick. Smiling into it. She softly ran her fingers along my bare legs, making me shiver as they were so much colder than my skin.

“Your hands are cold.” I muttered.

“I’m sorry darling, maybe you could help me warm them up.”

The sorry seemed sincere, but the rest do the sentence negated that with how suggestive it sounded. I leaned up on my elbows, grabbing their hand and slowly leading it to my mouth. I licked up their fingers before slowly popping two of them into my mouth. They never once dared to break eye contact. They ran their other hand up and down my body, pawing at my breast again. Trying to use the friction to heat them up.

I moaned around their fingers when they started playing with my nipple again.

“You like that?”

I moaned once more to tell them they were going in the right direction. But I honestly couldn’t take it anymore, I had waited so long for this. And they weren’t moving fast enough for me. But I didn’t want to discourage them. They’d never done this after all, but they were doing so well so far. I rubbed my thighs together, to try and ease the pressure building down there. Which didn’t go unnoticed by them.

“Somebodies impatient.”

I removed their fingers from my mouth with a loud pop.

“And somebodies being cruel. I like it” I said, pulling her in for a kiss.

They slid their hands down my thigh. Pushing them apart which I happily obliged. I’ve never been this wet before, but I didn’t have the mind to be embarrassed about it. Why should I? I had my hot partner trying their best to please me right now. There was nothing embarrassing about that. This is where they seemed to pause again, but this time not as part of the scene. I gently guided their hands to my core.

“Small circles like this.” I instructed.

They didn’t take offence to my helping, taking the suggestion with stride. Their hands were nibble and their fingers flexible. They played with my pussy like someone trying to beat the boss battle of a video game. At this rate I didn’t think I could hold back. I’d never come this quick before, but I couldn’t help it. They just felt so good.

“Yeah, just like that baby. You’re doing so good.” I praised.

Easily slipping back into my normal headspace. The praise seemed to spur them on with new vigour.

“Can I taste you?” They asked.

It sounded so sweet and innocent. The complete opposite of how their hands were using my body right now.

“Go ahead Bumble Bee, I’m all yours.”

They brought their hand up to their mouth, licking my slick off their fingers and whining slightly. I wanted to take them right then and there, but I remind patient. Reminding myself I was letting them take the lead for our first time. Sure it wasn’t the most romantic moment, but fuck that if it felt this good. They had licked their hand completely clean, and they seemed to want more.

Because before I could even Blinky, their head was between my legs. I couldn’t even look at them anymore, throwing my head back and giving into the feeling. The licked my slit hungrily. Devouring me as if they had done it a thousand times before. I couldn’t stop the moans i let out, and I didn’t want to. Fuck it if they heard. They weren’t the ones getting their world rocked right now.

“Oh fuck, Blinky.” I moaned.

They pulled back for a moment.

“Want me to keep going.”

“If you stop now, I swear I’m going to make it ten times worse for you.” I warned.

They didn’t need to be told twice, adjusting their position, and pulling me closer to the edge of the bed. I helped of course, my body weight being nearly twice theirs. I didn’t know how much time had passed, all I knew was that I was getting dangerously close. I tense my legs, desperately trying not to crush their head. But they didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest. Adding their fingers back in and flicking my clit in rhythm with their tongue.

“Shit Blinky I’m gonna-“

I didn’t get to finish my sentence before they experimentally skipped a finger in. I threw my head back, letting out a loud moan as my body shook. My orgasm crashing through me violently. They pulled their mouth back, but kept going with their fingers, slipping another one inside of me. They waited for me to stop shaking, before they wiped off my cum from their mouth with the back of my hand.

“You sound pretty like that.” They commented.

Looking down at me. I smiled lazily up at them.

“You’re surprisingly good.”

Maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say at the moment. But I knew Blinky. They wouldn’t be upset by my words.

“Yeah? They asked, brushing a strand of their hair behind their ear.

I couldn’t take it anymore, caging them in on the bed, as I switched out positions.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamt of this.”

“I have some idea.” They smirked.

I rolled my eyes.

“Aren’t you sassy today? First you challenge Luda, then you threaten Hoyt. We’re you serious about that by the way?” I asked.

“Dead.” They said, staring right into my eyes to prove their point. “People like him disgust me.”

I never knew there was this dark side to them, perhaps they hid it because they were scared. And maybe the should be, this was dangerous. I didn’t think it possible to be more attracted to them. But the thought of them hurting Hoyt for me, had me wanting to cum all over again.

“Sorry if that’s intense.”

“Oh you’re going to be sorry for something else in minute. That was very rude of you to slap my hands away earlier.” I teased.

They frowned, and I thought for a second maybe I took it to far.

“I’ve never had anyone touch me before.” They admitted.

I was surprised. They seemed to at least have some experience.

“I’m really good at giving though.”

“I’ll say, you know, I’ve never cum that fast before.” I smiled.

“Never?”

“Not even close.”

They seemed to get lost in thought for a second. And I wished I could pick their brain. Of course I was still worried about them. But hormones were running high right now and my brain was foggy.

“I could make you feel good, I’ll be gentle, I promise.”

“You don’t have to-“

“Blinky, relationships are give and take.” I started.

“I was going to say you don’t have to be gentle. I can take it.”

Those were bold words. But for now, I would keep that promise I made. I didn’t want to ruin them. But it seemed unfair that I had to bare their mark, and they wouldn’t have mine. I wanted everyone to know they were mine. I lifted their chin with my finger.

“Remember when you told me to shut up earlier?” They nodded. “Let me do this for you. You get uncomfortable for even a second, you tell me to stop ok?”

“Ok”

It was the same ok they always gave when they fully understood something. I pulled them into a kiss, still trying to go fairly slow with things. But the fuzziness in my head was trying to get me to skip straight to the main course. But I couldn’t do that. Your first time could hurt if you weren’t careful. Most people learned that the hard way, and got turned off from the idea of sex all together.

As I kissed down their neck, they giggled slightly. A far cry from their earlier behaviour. But perhaps they had gotten it all out of their system. Taking out their anger on me, so sweetly.

“That tickles.” They laughed.

“Yeah?” I said, smiling into their neck.

It was cute how easily they became submissive. Even their little show of dominance earlier had been more akin to a sub trying to please their partner. I rubbed my nose into the spot where the skin met their collar bones, licking down on them after and watching them shiver at my touch. Even if we stopped right now, this was more than enough. They looked so cute right now, trying to squirm away from my touch.

They never mentioned it directly, but I was smart enough to pick up on things. I could tell they had sensory issues at least, and were a little awkward with communication. So I wasn’t going to take the chance and let their body language decide my actions. Verbal confirmation was better. Plus, if they could talk, I could check in to make sure they were really ok.

“You want me to keep going?”

They nodded.

“Use your words Bumble Bee.”

“Yes please.”

I had to fight back a smile at how cute they were right now. Oh Lord, I felt almost dizzy from it. I gently cupped my hand around their left breast, engulfing the whole thing with my hand. They blushed slightly. I slowly began needing them.

“Does that feel good darling?”

“So good” they stuttered out. “Dont stop.”

I could feel their heart hammering in their chest, at just a light touch. While they had quite a similar effect on me, it wasn’t nearly this bad. I didn’t know the situation, but that didn’t matter. How could you dare to touch this beautiful creature without caring for their pleasure. It was obscene and I was disgusted.

I moved my knee between their leg. A natural habit I guess. They let out a soft hiss, and I paused.

“No no, keep going. I’m good. I’m really good Macy.”

This time I didn’t bite back my smirk. I decided to try something. Switching out positions suddenly. They let out a quick yelp, but but down on their tongue.

“Sorry.” I chuckled, “forgot my strength.”

They couldn’t even respond. Just looking up at me in adoration. I moved them so they were facing me, straddling my thigh again. They looked confused. I knew they would need sleep tonight, and the easier way to ensure that was to get them tired out. Make them work for it. Sure, maybe my sadistic tendencies were skewing my decision a little. But it was so delicious to watch them squirm.

“I want you to grind down on my thigh.” I instructed.

When they still looked a little confused, I helped them out, placing my hands on their hips and helping them move them a little. They hit down further on their lip, throwing their head back a little.

“That feel good bunny?”

Another nod.

“Words.” I reminded.

“It feels so good Macy.”

They way they said my name made my heart jump a little. Their noises were small, but they were positively adorable.

“Then use my thigh pretty girl. I’m all yours.” I encouraged.

I kept my hands on their back, keeping them from falling off of me. But I couldn’t pay much attention to anything else with their perfect titties in my face. I couldn’t take it anymore and I hungrily sucked at their nipple. They continued grinding down on my thigh, mewling the whole time. I swore to god is someone dared open that door right now, there would be blood and lots of it. Nobody was allowed to see them like this, nobody but me. No matter how much I wanted Hoyt to eat his words from earlier.

“That’s it’s gorgeous, just like that. Let me make you feel so good.” I said, before moving onto their other breast.

I was carful with my word choice, gaging their body language to make sure I wasn’t saying the wrong thing. I knew they weren’t entirely comfortable with their body. But it seemed if I switched evenly between neutral and feminine terms they were just fine with it.

“Who’s making you feel this good.” I asked.

“You are.” They answered breathlessly.

“That’s right, and is anyone else allowed to touch you?”

“N-no.” They stuttered out.

Their breath was getting quicker and I could tell they were getting close. I wanted to see how soaked they could get those leggings they were wearing. I would get them some of my clothes after. Of course they would be huge on them, but I didn’t care. The sight of Blinky in my clothes was a sight I would never want to forget. That, and the look on her face right now. I could feel the tension slowly easing from their body.

“Macy, I can’t, it’s too much.” They said.

They scrunched their face up like they did when they were getting overstimulated. I felt bad, even if it was overshadowed by my other emotions right now. But I knew they had it in them, and she would feel so good after.

“Come on Bumble Bee, you’re so close. Just a little bit longer.” I urgedZ

“O-ok” they stuttered out.

Tiny tears escaped from their eyes, and I felt bad cause it was only making me hornier. I switched my attention, gently licking the tears from their face. I leaned in whispering in their ear.

“It’s ok, you can let go.” I said.

They squeezed their eyes shut as their body shook. I could feel a wet spot on my thigh and I gave them a satisfied smirk. Kissing all around their face as they came down from their high.

I breathed in and out slowly, trying to encourage them to copy me. They tiredly leaned into my chest, holding me close. I rubbed my hand up and down their back.

“You did so good for me Blinky. I’m so proud of you.” I praised.

Every word was the truth, and I made sure they knew that. They were fairly quiet, but I had expected this. They always got quiet when they were overstimulated, I didn’t think this would be much different. Though I wish I could have heard them scream. We sat for maybe ten minutes as I let them calm down. Just holding them tight, so they knew I wasn’t going anywhere. They slowly moved their head to look up at me.

“That’s it, there’s those pretty eyes.” I smiled.

“How are you so perfect?” They asked.

“I could as the same of you. You did so well for me Bunny.”

They gentle rubbed their eyes, pushing the rest of the tears out. I kissed the tip of their nose softly.

“I made a mess.” The said softly.

It was so innocent, so cute.

“That’s ok Blinky. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

They tightened there grip on me, as I tried to get up.

“I’m not going anywhere ok, just grabbing some stuff to get you feeling better.”

“Ok” they said softly.

I gently wrapped my blanket around their shoulders.

“Sixty seconds.” I said.

They began counting slowly, hugging the blanket tightly. I quickly rushed to the bathroom, Hoyt passed me sending me a nasty glare in the hallway. I just stick my tongue out at him. I quickly grabbed a washcloth, some lotion and my tooth brush. I got back to the room by the time they were on 55.

“See, told you I’d be right back.”

They smiled sweetly up at me.

“Let’s get you out of these pants yeah?”

The nodded, letting me peel them off their body. I slowly removed their panties as well, carful not to touch much down there, as it would still be sensitive. I looked up at them.

“I’m just gonna clean you up a little than give you a massage, does that sound nice” they nodded.

Going completely non-verbal now. But I could accept that. They knew I wouldn’t hurt them. I couldn’t never even think of it. I gently wiped the wet cloth on their thigh, cleaning up the rest of their mess from earlier. I stood up, instructing them to lay down on the bed. I sucked in a breath as they rolled over. I had never seen their bare ass before, and god was it perfect. I sat on the bed beside them, as they watched me carefully. I put some lotion on their back and gently began rubbing it. They closed their eyes, enjoying the feeling.

I had to turn off the horny part of my brain right now, as much as I wanted to go again, they would need rest. I could sort myself out later if I really needed to, after they were asleep. I didn’t say a word, letting them enjoy the quiet. When I was done, I handed them a sweater and some shorts from my closet. The smallest pair I had. I knew none of my undergirded would fit them, but I could sort that out tomorrow. I didn’t know how long they were staying for cause we never discussed it. As they got comfy, I lifted their chin so their eyes met mine again. Just checking in on them one more time.

“You ok?”

I wasn’t expecting the next words that came out of their mouth.

“My mother is going to die soon.” They said. It was so quiet I barely heard them.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” I said.

Why would they tell me what was bothering them now of all times? But Blinky just kinda said whatever came to their mind, it was how they functioned.

“It’s ok.” They said.

I had thrown on some sweat pants and a sports bra before I had left the room. And right now it didn’t seem important to get proper pyjamas on. I crawled into bed next to them, pulling them into me as they cuddled into my chest. I had left the tooth brush and a glass of water on the nightstand. We could take care of that later.

“What you did for me today, thank you.”

“I didn’t do anything sweetheart, I was just being a good girlfriend.”

They shook their head.

“No Macy, it was more than that. You made me feel safe. This didn’t feel gross like all the other times.” They said.

I frowned. What the hell did they mean all the other times? Gross? Who had hurt them that much? I wanted to rip the head off of this person.

“I never want you to feel gross.” I said softly. “I’m glad you could trust me to do that for you.”

They cuddled closer to my chest, and I held them tightly, draping the blanket over us. I didn’t really need it, I produced plenty of body heat oh my own. I tried to think of something to distract them. I should have anticipated they wouldn’t have entirely felt better after our little play session. But I didn’t want their first proper experience to be clouded by this feeling. Sadness, anger, I couldn’t quite tell. It mostly all looked the same on Blinky. Joy was the only emotion they excelled at flawlessly. You could always tell when they were happy, but everything else was a guessing game.

“Why don’t we get those pretty teeth of yours brushed?”

I saw them push their tongue through the gap where one tooth was missing. I meant to ask them about that, and maybe right now wasn’t the right time. But it just slipped out.

“By the way, what ever happened to that one tooth?” I asked, as I grabbed the tooth brush that already had a bead of tooth paste on it. I would just brush mine in the morning. I didn’t mind.

Blinky laughed slightly, their mood slowly shifting.

“I got punched by a racist.” They laughed even more.

“Blinky that’s not even remotely funny.” I said.

But their smile was contagious.

“At least tell me you punched him back, little miss I’ll cut off your dick if you call my girlfriend a slur again”

They paused, looking up at me.

“Yikes, did I really say that? I’ll have to put more money in the jar when I get home.”

“You have a sweat jar?” I laughed.

“I don’t like using mean words very often.”

“Maybe you can give yourself a pass this time Blink, it’s impossible to not call Hoyt a dick.” I laughed.

But my laughter quickly died down.

“I am sorry about your mom though.”

“Don’t worry about it, she’s going where she belongs.”

Their voice was harsh and cold when they said that. I’ve seen that look before, on Tommy before he killed a particularly nasty victim. Preservation mixed with disgust. I didn’t want to push and ask more, but I could already tell I would’ve hated their mother if I got a chance to meet her, maybe it was for the best she was dying. But if my hunch was right, Blinky and I would have to have a very serious conversion soon. Maybe they weren’t so innocent after all. Not that that mattered to me.

They’d be eating breakfast with my family in the morning. And that deserved a fair warning on my part. I watched as they brushed their teeth. Spitting the water back into the empty cup. I would take care of that in the morning. I leaned down, giving them a quick kiss on the lips as the cuddled back into me.

“Try to get some sleep Blink, I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. And in the morning, you’ll get to meet Tommy for breakfast.” I smiled.

They let out a little yawn.

“I get to meet Tommy?”

“Mhhmm” I smiled down at them as their eyes closed.

They fell asleep with a content smile on their face. I wasn’t looking forward to our little chat before breakfast. But that was tomorrows problem. I turned off my lamp, and rolled over, pulling them impossible closer to me. Using them like a little teddy bear as I fell asleep.

An: I’m oddly proud of Blinky for taking charge on this one. Victims of assault often have a hard time in the bedroom, but they really love Macy and trust her.

[pumpkinpowder]

Say sorry :(

[clearmarinaa]

[scrapnick]

Moms don’t fuck about when it comes to photos 😔

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Parental Guidance, part 2. In the first drawing The Hitchhiker gave Leatherface the magazine, lel. ---

Part 1 was originally posted on the old noxlance blog a year ago:

These ones were inspired by TCM 2 and the TCM 2000's comics. Drayton and his "sex or the saw" talk and Hoyt making some comments about Thomas not having a gf, I remember him saying stuff like: "When will he get a girl of his liking?". I found those dialogues funny, almost as if Charlie is more interested into the matter than Leatherface himself...and Hoyt is a man that projects his traumas onto others...

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[zombbean]

I'm absolutely in love with the TCM game and I love all the little family members getting ready for dinner! XD

I really hope we get a Hoyt, Chop Top and Thomas skin at some point. Thanks for making me giddy about it you wonderful

@TXChainSawGame creators <3

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*Thomas minding his own business*

Any minor inconvenience happens and Hoyt immediately: THOMAAAS!!!!

Thomas:

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The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 14

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 4,989 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language and depiction of sexual acts, foul language, brief PTSD scene, mention of reproductive choices. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: See the end of chapter for a special authors note since I dont want to spoil anything here. I feel pretty good about this chapter, the art has some sloppy work because I was passing out while working on them so please be nice, I hope theres no typos or weirdness in the edited writing either because I was also passing out for that. The censored image can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

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Chapter 14

                The day started with you getting a phone call from the contractor, he informed you that your house was fully repaired and ready to move back into; You immediately got changed and walked over, highly excited to see the finished work. You arrived quickly, opening the heavy wooden door where the smell of fresh paint and new wood filled your lungs. The sun’s rays lit up the rooms giving the home a cheery appearance, as if it was happy to see you.

You slowly made your way through the entrance to head straight for your room, when you passed through the doorway you felt a knot form in your stomach, the memory of the fire was making you feel fear as if you were experiencing it all over again. You let the anxiety hit you to really feel the emotions fully, you figured if you could handle the ghost of the past then you could strive to overcome it.

Within a few short moments, the feeling passed but the cortisol surge remained. You left the bedroom and sat on the couch in the living room exhaling deeply as you reclined. You looked out at the large storage container that you had yet to completely empty, it was costing you to keep it on the property and felt like a constant reminder of how new you still were to this country.

The entire day was spent emptying out the storage crate to fill up your home. Extra clothes and furniture found their place in every corner of the house, by nightfall you managed to get your bedroom and bathroom to look mostly normal again. The fire destroyed your bed and stained the wardrobes with soot, some floor lamps were melted and unusable as well as your window curtains.

-Looks like I need to buy a new bed and some furniture- You thought about how nice you could make your room, and what curtains to buy to cover the bedroom window with. -I think it might be good to invest in some security features too while I’m at it- Dover’s attack on you affected the way you felt when you were alone, it was now pertinent to have visibility from many angles and access to view them at any time in case someone tried to hurt you while you were unaware again.

After ruminating on your fears, you locked up and left the house, the moon was now high in the sky and you realized you hadn’t eaten all day. When you left and got to the end of your driveway, you saw headlights shining up the road heading in the direction of the Hewitts house. The driver gave a honk and when you squinted to look, you recognized the truck, it was Charlie.

He pulled up next to you and reached over to unlock the passenger door,

“Get in ‘fore you get ate by a coyote” he said through the open window.

You smile and hop into the passenger’s side of the truck; the seat is rough edged from wear and scrapes the exposed skin on your leg as you slide onto it. You shut the door and thank him for picking you up,

“Are there really coyotes around here?” You asked

He smirks, “Well now, ain’t a whole lot of wildlife really comin’ ‘round here no more.”

You wrinkle your brows, “Must be lucky then eh?”

He chuckles and raises his eyebrows, “Somethin’ like that”

You roll your eyes and give a tight-lipped smirk, you knew it wasn’t luck, if anything it was a whole lot of bad luck that accumulated on this land brought onto poor hapless victims taken from the outside world just to feed the starving Hewitts. This land really was a world of its own, it felt like you were existing in another universe, the remoteness didn’t help much with that either.

“What’s ‘at look for?” he was obviously trying to sleuth out your expression.

Your eyes widen and you quickly face the open window to prevent further incriminating looks,

“Nothing” you hope he would drop it, but he continues,

“You’re bein’ real suspicious ain’t ya? Somethin’ I should know ‘bout?”

You reply with a hint of annoyance in your voice,

“Oh my Goduh, nothiiiiiiiiing” -that should throw him off-.

Charlie laughs and changes the subject,

“You gon’ move back into Tilly’s house now that it’s fixed up?”

You continue to look out the window,

“Yeah, I have been bothering you guys long enough.”

He quickly replies, “You was never no bother girly, I know Luda Mae’s gon’ be real upset seein’ you less. She sure hates an empty nest.”

You didn’t think it would be that much of an impact, you felt like a total leech living there for as long as you did,

“I’m sure she will be relieved having less cooking and housework to do…she never let me help.”

Charlie laughs, “That woman? She’s been feelin’ like a mother again what with doin’ all the women’s work. Was always her happiest when she was carin’ for the boy. Obsessed with motherhood, guess it’s normal for womenfolk to think like that.”

You roll your eyes, you had become used to the way Charlie spoke about women in the time you lived with him, but it was still obnoxious to hear such outdated ideals in modern day.

Charlie puts his arm up on the bench seat, he gives you an inquisitive look, he asks,

“You think like her at all?”

You sigh, “Isn’t that a bit personal?”

He sucks his teeth and looks at the road, he continues,

“Shoot girly, it’s just a question.”

You remain quiet for a few seconds before responding, “No… it’s never really been a goal for me.”

“Huh.”

You replied, already feeling defensive, “What?”

“Just never encountered a ‘no’ from a woman regardin’ kids is all.”

Instinctively, you began preparing to hear the usual patriarchal bullshit thrown at women who choose a different reproductive path. You prepare the counter arguments in your head, you cross your arms and say,

“Ok, lay it out then, tell me how I’m going to change my mind someday or whatever. Let’s get it over with”

Charlie lets out a confused grunt, he turns to you laughing,

“Sweetheart, I couldn’t give two shits ‘bout you not wantin’ to get knocked up. Only reason I bring it up is ‘cus I heard some foolin’ around in the basement the other day.”

Your eyes widen and you tense up with embarrassment, he laughs again,

“Now don’t get yourself all twisted up ‘bout it, s’about time that boy got some tail.”

Your muscles relax a bit, you couldn’t help but blush at your seemingly private exploration being heard. He continues,

“If you n’ the boy are gettin’ that serious, I feel I need to warn you that he’s got no bullet with the blast”

Your nerves wanted out of this conversation, but your curiosity made you dig for information,

“How would you know something like that?”

“Tommy ain’t our blood, Luda Mae found him in a dumpster behind the meat packin’ shop she worked at back in the day. Was a large thing, that boy, t’was clear the momma didn’t want nothin’ to do with him so she tossed him like trash. He was uglier ‘n hell as a baby, not much different than now.” He laughs. “But he ain’t right, somethin’ in his dang blood made him grow into such a fuckin’ beast, made him stronger than any man I ever knew.”

The road was coming up on the house now, you wanted to know more, so you turned to fully face Charlie and asked,

“Being big and strong doesn’t make someone infertile…”

Charlie smirked as he parked the truck near the wheat field and shut off the engine, he leaned his head at an angle to look at you without turning his body,

“Girly, you remember we told you ‘bout the infection fuckin’ up his face?” You nod,

He continues, “He was in the hospital a few weeks getting’ medicine. If he was a normal kid he woulda died. The doctor told us he had some, uh… dang what’d he say now?” Charlie ran his hand through his hair as he thought, “I dunno what it was, somethin’ ‘bout his blood bein’ shitted up n’ to not expect any grandkids, specially with all the drugs they dun gave him. Luda Mae was real upset; I didn’t give no fucks long as he’d help ‘round the farm, and boy did he get useful.”

He got out of the truck and started walking to the house, you sat there mulling over the information you were given. -If he is infertile… No need for protection I guess- The thought of finally being able to safelyhave raw unprotected sex made you hot with lustful fantasies, sex was hard to fully enjoy when you always had the underlying fear of pregnancy looming over you.

You entered the house and made your way to the kitchen where you saw Luda Mae in a nightgown pouring from a teapot. She turned and saw you, a smile immediately formed on her lips,

“You been away all day dear, did you eat anything?”

You shake your head and walk closer to her, she continues,

“Just as I thought. I saved you some dinner in the fridge there, you can heat it up in the oven which is already preheated for you.”

She sets down the teapot and says,

“Did you get a lot done dear?”

You open the fridge and find a large plate filled with comfort food, you respond,

“Thanks for saving me dinner, you didn’t have to.” She smiles at you, and you continue,

“I got a ton of things done, I’ll be out of your hair once my bed arrives”

Luda Mae’s smile sank, you could tell she didn’t want to hear you were leaving. She saw you looking at her expression and quickly changed it back to a smile, saying,

“Well, that’s good for you dear, but don’t go feelin’ like you have to leave right away now. Take as much time as you need.”

You feel her hand gently placed on your upper back, she gives you some comforting rubs and you tell her,

“Don’t worry, I’m going to be over a lot. It’s just that the orchard needs someone there to care for it, and it’s a big job.”

She nods, understanding the need to get back to normal,

“Alright hun, you eat whatever you like and get some tea from the pot there. I’m headin’ to bed now but if you need anything, just knock on my door.”

You thank her again and she walks up the stairs. You see Charlie come in after her, he went straight for the bread buns in the basket on the counter.

“You headin’ to bed girly?”

You shake your head, he stuffs the bun in his mouth and begins to leave,

“thya ‘omarro” His words were muffled by the food he was chewing, you wished him a good night and listened to him walk up the stairs to his room, his footsteps thudding more quietly with each step.

You put the plate in the oven and let out a big sigh as you sat in the chair, you weren’t tired despite being busy all day. The thoughts of Tommy unloading his orgasms into you were energizing, you sat there feeling the ache between your legs gain intensity. -he must have gone to sleep by now, I better get changed out of these sweaty clothes-

You made your way to the bedroom and threw off your shirt and shorts, you took off your bra and exhaled in relief letting your breasts experience natural gravity again. You picked out a purple oversized T shirt that reached your knees, you felt immediately comfortable and paused before you left the room. -Might be fun to feel a little breeze as I eat dinner, everyone went to bed anyway- you quickly slipped your underwear off and tossed it near your bed, you blushed as you made your way to the kitchen giggling to yourself about the bold idea.

You step back into the kitchen and turn off the oven, you leave the plate in there to soak up the last bits of heat so it doesn’t have any cool pockets to ruin the meal. You turn and open the side door that leads to the porch, your bare feet touching the smooth wood floor. The moon was bright and lit up the land, you looked out at your home up on the hill, it was a barely visible white blob sitting lonely on the hilltop watching over the orchard.

You wondered what this town was like when it was busy, there weren’t many buildings around that you saw when you reached the gas station, but you also never drove up the road past the Hewitt house; as far as you knew, there was just tall grass and an evil man’s hiding hole.

The night air was refreshingly cool, it brushed under your shirt and tickled your naked body which felt invigorating. Back home it was rare if the nights were warm enough to stand outside half dressed, but you also didn’t have a large private porch to lounge in either.

Suddenly, a glow of warm yellow string lights lit up from the roof of the porch illuminating a large man standing in the doorway. It was Tommy, he bent down to avoid hitting his head on the doorframe and closed the door behind him. You were shocked to see him, and were now very aware of the fact that you were completely nude under this shirt, you almost missed the fact that he was shirtless.

You pull down your shirt to ensure it isn’t somehow lifting up and making your lower region visible,

“I thought you were asleep?” you ask

“Heard y’come in, wanted t’check up on ya” he spoke softly.

He moved next to you, putting his massive arms on the railing and leaning forward to look at the land. You felt nervous being so close to him with your secret hiding under the thin fabric of your shirt. -Why am I nervous? I was in a pond with him naked for gods sake!- Despite your previous escapades you still felt giddy at the thought of him discovering your hidden nudity.

You try to divert your nerves with conversation,

“Thanks for teaching me how to defend myself, it feels better knowing I might stand a chance now.”

He nods at you and smiles with his eyes, his dark mask hiding his damaged skin, you noticed his pushed back hair was wet and when he moved closer you could smell the fresh scent of a masculine scented soap, it was intoxicating. You shake your head a little to snap yourself out of it,

“S-so were you going to stay up here a while? I need to get my dinner out of the oven if you want to hang out as I eat.”

You quickly make your way to the kitchen hoping to escape his alluring scent, it was flooding your mind with wicked thoughts about his arms squeezing around you like a python while he fucked you. -god damn, why does he have to smell so good, and look so good, and be so fucking massive and hot!- You argued with your thoughts, you wouldn’t be able to try playing with him while Luda-Mae and Charlie were just one floor away, too risky, but you didn’t want to be obvious by pulling him downstairs.

You were wise to his antics, and you remember when he said “I’m gon’ start messin’ with y’now”he made sure you understood he was going to torture you with desire. He followed you into the kitchen barely being able to pass through the doorframe, you try to ignore him, you were onto him and wanted to see what he would attempt.

“I’ll get that for ya” he reached down into the oven without oven mitts and grabbed the plate without flinching, he sets it down on the table in front of you then reaches to get you a fork.

You touch the plate and it stings with heat,

“How didn’t that burn you?”

He shrugs, “Thick skin I guess”

He takes a seat next to you and hands over the fork, you thank him and begin to eat. He leans back in the chair and relaxes as he watches you, he then asks,

“That house o’ yers is done huh”

You nod, eating hastily not realizing how hungry you were. He continues,

“Y’gon’ move on out then?” His voice was vibrating the plate on the table from the low timbre.

You swallow the large ball of food in your mouth and reply,

“The orchard hasn’t been properly tended to in a while, I have to keep those trees alive and… Tilly made it a clause in her will.”

He crosses his arms and nods, leaning back and looking away,

“Won’t see much of ya ‘round then I s’pose”

You put the fork down and sit back, a serious look on your face, he looks over at you and notices the shift,

“What’s amatter?” he asks.

You look him in the eyes, “I wanted to run something by you actually”

He shifts in his seat and places one arm on his thigh and the other on the table while his torso was turned to face you,

“Y’can ask me whatever y’want”

A tiny smile hits your lips from his words,

“Well, Dover didn’t really teach me about caring for the trees. I figure I can read up on it and do my best to learn everything I can but…” You paused, you clenched the edge of your t-shirt bottom before finding the courage to push out the question, “I want to know if you knew anything about caring for orchards, and maybe, if you did… you could teach me the basics until I can do it myself”

Tommy was quiet, he put his hand to his chin and was deep in thought, you got nervous and added,

“Y-you can say no its ok, I know it’s a big ask since you already do so much around here, I just thought it would be nice to… spend more time together is all.”

He leaned back in the chair, it creaked under his weight,

“I’ll help ya. I dunno a whole lot ‘bout orchards but, I helped Tilly when she needed it, she taught me a thing or two”

You smile, “I’m really glad”

You got up to put the leftovers away, Tommy followed and stood up to open the fridge door from behind you as you placed the food back inside.

When he shut the fridge door, he kept is arms around you fencing you in. You spun around to look at him, he was towering over you, his steely blue eyes gazed at you through heavy lids. He moved his hand to gently caress your neck and trailed it under your jaw, lifting your face to look in his eyes.

“Y’don’t need no excuse to get me alone” his voice was smooth and enshrouded your mind making you feel a wave of arousal flood your body.

“Oh Yeah?” you speak in a breathy whisper.

He nods slowly, you touch the thick leather of his mask and say,

“What do I need to do to see your handsome face then?”

He hangs his head down and laughs, he lifts his head and brings it close to your face,

“Go ‘head then”

You excitedly remove the mask revealing his gnarled old wound that exposed his teeth through his cheek, the more you got to see his real face the harder you fell for him.

“Still likin’ what y’see?” he asks.

You smile and lift yourself up to his face, you look into his eyes and slowly move in to kiss his lips. He lets out a muffled hum as he kisses you back, you press in harder and lift your hands to cup his face, his stubbles was shaved off to a clean finish. You forgot how wonderful his lips felt, the kiss quickly became heated with passion, both of you began to breathe more hastily.

Tommy put his hands on the sides on your body, slowly moving them downwards until he reached where he wanted to. He wrapped his hands around your thighs and lifted you up onto his chest so your face was the same level as his, you stifled an excited squeal when your body lifted into the air so effortlessly.

He smiled and kept you in his arms while kissing you, you threw your arms around his neck to keep your body leaned forward past his bulky pecs to reach his face. You felt his hands move inwards towards your weepy slit. He was trying to get a more stable grip so you could sit comfortably, but when his fingers discovered no underwear, he stopped kissing you and gave you a devilish grin,

“What we got here?” he spoke through a chuckle

You blushed and bit your lip remaining quiet, unsure of what to say,

He kept tickling your labia with gentle flicks of his fingers, your breathing hastened and you suppressed a moan with your hand over your mouth,

“Bad girl, y’need to go to yer room huh”

You nod, “Put me there”

 He moves his mouth close to yours, but when you lean in for a kiss, he slowly pulls away grinning. He carries you through the porch door, entering sideways and leaning down to avoid hitting his head. He stops when he reaches the double door leading to your room, he turns around and places you on the railing of the porch which is wide enough for you to sit comfortably.

“Why did you set me here?” you ask.

“I aint givin’ in so easily” he grumbles through a smirk

“…do you want me to beg or something?” you laugh.

He gives you a smug look, “Maybe”

“Oh please, I can keep myself under control. No amount of flirting would make me want to be-“

He cuts you off by gripping your hips and pulling your body close to the edge of the railing top so you were flush against his warm torso. You huff defiantly until he presses his erection onto your cunt, your abundant juices coated the fabric of his sweat pants. You let out an unexpected moan and quickly cover your mouth to quiet it.

Tommy slowly rubs his stiff cock up and down the length of your lips, pressing in when his head met your hole just to tease you. He was grinning watching you hold your hand to your mouth as you hushed your whines. You so badly wanted to feel the skin of his dick move inside you, the cloth barrier was unbearable. He was enjoying the antagonization, his grip on your hips was firm you wouldn’t be able to escape even if you wanted to, he just kept pulling you closer to him until you gave in and said,

“Please, I want it” your words were like a song to him.

“Well, since y’asked nicely” he growled.

He threw you over his shoulder, making you giggle, and entered your room through the porch entrance closing the doors behind him as swiftly as he entered. He gently laid you on the bed gazing down at you while you writhed with arousal, you hesitantly spread your legs and lifted your shirt to reveal your lower half. Tommy got on the bed, it made a creaking groan under his massive weight. He leaned over you and placed one of his hands down between your folds caressing your entrance, you breathed in sharply and spread your legs further to let him have more access.

Tommy ran his fingers over your tender skin, his digits getting slick with wet the more he rubbed. You put your arms around his neck and pulled his face onto yours and kissed him, he moaned into your mouth and slipped his middle finger into your hole,

“Oh fuck” you whispered

His finger was almost as thick as an average man’s penis, and just as long. He slowly moved in and out of you, the calloused skin scratched your walls and bumped your g-spot sending your nerves into overdrive with pleasure, he feels your walls clench down on his finger,

“Y’got such a tiny lil hole” he says gruffly.

“Yeah? Why don’t you fuck it then” you command.

He pulls his finger out and runs his hand up your shirt skimming along your sensitive skin as he moves, he finds your breast and starts massaging the nipple making you moan with the electrical impulses that tickle your nerves.

“Y’want me bad huh” his tone was mocking.

You reply in a breathy tone “Please, fuck me”

Tommy pinches your nipple before he leans back and pulls his massive cock out from under his sweatpants, his erection was so full that he whined as he held it. Seeing his massive length was sending you over the edge with desperation. Tommy lowered himself down so his shaft lay on your clit, his dick was heavy and warm, the feeling of it on your swollen nub was making you feel drunk with desire.

He rubbed his length up and down your wet folds at an agonizingly slow pace, your wetness coating all along his cock making it glisten in the light of the moon. You tried to wrap your legs around his hips to pull him in but he quickly grabbed them with ease and pushed them all the way back so your knees were touching the sides of your chest.

You were so sexually frustrated with having him tease your greedy hole, you tried to raise your hips to entice him to slip inside but he remained steady.

Tommy saw how badly you wanted him to fuck you, he loved watching how your body beckoned him to enter it. He decided to have mercy on you and pressed his thick head on your hole, allowing you to slowly adjust to the width. He let out heavy sighs as your pussy began to slowly swallow his tip, the soft velvety feel of your lips made him moan deeply. The stretch of his girth sent waves of pleasure through your core and the vibration of his deep voice made it seem like you were mating with a beast.

You managed to slip halfway down his head before he couldn’t take much more and he began to slowly move his tip in and out. He was groaning, trying to control himself but your slicked entrance was beginning to bring out something feral from deep within him, he kept trying to slide more of himself inside but you weren’t opening up fast enough to allow him full entry.

You grab onto his wrists and dig your nails in, he was so wide that your poor little cunt couldn’t adjust fast enough to meet his lulling thrusts. You could feel a sting of pain with each movement as his width increased, the pleasure was overpowering the sting and you didn’t want him to stop. It felt like an impossible task to get even just the rest of his head inside, but you wanted so desperately to be penetrated by him, so you focused on relaxing your muscles to grant him deeper access.

He was quickly losing control over his movements and felt your vaginal walls loosening up, he fought the urge to just aggressively push in deep to get past the last hurdle. He was high on the feeling of your insides, his mind felt light and dreamy, as if his brain was swimming. He kept pressing in further with each forward motion until all of his head was finally inside you, he pulled out further before each hungry thrust to coat himself in more of your dripping sweetness.

“I want the whole thing, give it to me Tommy, I need it” you pleaded.

Tommy needed to get hold of his mind that was beginning to slip away, he had a strong carnal desire to just plow into you but he instead forced himself to remain still. You look up at him wondering why he stopped moving, your vaginal walls still pulsating around his tip from the incredible sensations it brought. He gives you a crooked grin and gently pulls out of you, then stands up off the bed and hastily puts his pants over his erection.

“What! Why?” you asked furiously

He laughs, “That’s payback, my angel”

Tommy walks out of your room and leaves you there a dripping, horny mess; You chuckled to yourself and flopped onto your stomach and yelled into your pillow. You now wanted to get past this cheeky stage and just start fucking like rabbits but you knew he was going to continue this provocatory teasing. It was time to pull out all your tricks and make it so unbearable for him to resist that he will give up messing around and give into his temptations.

Tommy got back into his room in the basement, his mask back on his face where it belonged. He was still fully engorged and now feeling pain from the intense pressure, he needed a release badly, but he also wanted to start practicing control over his desires. He was worried, he felt so close to just letting go and fucking you silly, he wanted to be fully present and aware if your needs when you two finally, properly, lay together.

He flopped on his bed and sighed; he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up for. The next time, he may not be able to pull away so easily.

Special authors note: I wanted to stray from the norm of Thomas constantly being portrayed as having a breeding kink (it can be hot don't get me wrong) because I know there are a lot of women who don't want to read breeding/pregnancy kink for various valid reasons and its fairly hard to find AFAB x Tommy smut where he isn't depicted in such a way. If you were expecting that, I apologize for disappointing you but I try to cater to the people who don't often get catered to because inclusivity is important to me when making adult content. So from here on out, the rest of the chapters in this series will be for the gals who don't want to think of that stuff when reading smut. Thank you for taking the time to read my fic, likes, reblogs, and comments are extremely appreciated.

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[weasleycream]

ㅤ ㅤ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄 ֹ " 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 " 🎞️ Ⳋ

ઈઉ ㅤִㅤ𝘼 𝙉𝙎𝙁𝙒 𝙖𝙡𝙥𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙚𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙃𝙚𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙩, 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙜𝙪𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙 .

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐀 = 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 ( What is aftercare like?, How attentive are you after the act? )

I am faithful to the fact that this man is quite careful in the aftercare, he asked you with a worried look if you were okay, he got up despite the tiredness of the day to bring you towels and cleaned you himself, he even brought you water to drink and then you He gives you a big hug, wrapping you in his warm, strong arms. He is definitely the God of aftercare, being the great hidden mass that he is.

"I already told you, Tommy, I'm fine… It doesn't hurt at all, you can go to bed now, okay?" You murmured as you saw how your dear partner had no intention of going to bed next to you until he knew that you were really fine and in need of nothing, remaining sitting on the edge of the bed with a sheet around his waist. You were going to spend a lot of time trying to get your great man to sleep with you once and for all, simply a man's tenderness <3.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐁 = 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Definitely his arms and hands, he has worked hard for years to take care of and help his family, following the orders of Charlie and his mother, which is why he has quite formed and strong arms, and defined hands with a really firm grip, perfect to handle you gently but firmly when it comes to getting intimate with you, he loves to grab your waist and hips with his big hands watching how his arms tense.

Without a doubt, he would not know with certainty what his favorite part of your body is, for him you were perfect in his eyes, but if we talk about sexual relations, he would have nothing else to say (or think, rather) than his favorite part. it would be your thighs and breasts, for him they were so soft and kneadable, he could easily grab you and pick you up by the thighs (also the butt, eh) and bury himself while standing and cornering you against the wall, or put you in missionary or bondage press as he bent down and buried his face between your breasts, feeling their bounce, even after everything, laying down to sleep on them, he really loves them.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐂 = 𝐂𝐮𝐦 (Basically anything that has to do with his cum)

God, he loves to cum inside you, I feel like he has a serious problem with parenting and the idea of ​​starting a family with you in one way or another, but he doesn't complain when he cums on you, he likes to show off how adorable you look with all his sperm will be on his stomach if it comes out before he comes, on your chest if you give him a Russian, on your face if you decide to give him a blowjob, or on your butt and back if he takes you from behind. The mere idea that you are dirty with semen and full of his children drives him crazy.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐃 = 𝐃𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 (This is self-explanatory, a dirty secret he has regarding you or his sex life)

He, although it may not seem like it, would have a small fantasy of being able to take you in the kitchen or even on the porch of the house when there are only the two of you, taking the risk of someone seeing you, obviously it would never last that long, he doesn't want anyone of his family to see them, much less Charlie, but still, he would like to try something risky with you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐄 = 𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 (How much experience do you have? Do you know what you are doing when doing it?)

I think it is obvious that Thomas has no experience in either a love relationship or sexual relationships, no one ever took him into account due to his illness and he was always rejected, that's why when you arrived, he was a first-class inexperience. hand, without knowing what a relationship of loving affection beyond the family was like, much less when it came to being intimate with you. In case they had a little experience, or a lot, no matter how sad they feel that they were not the first, they would ask you with their eyes to teach them some things to satisfy you the way you like, getting you a big surprise when they did the I work in a much better way than you imagined, but if you don't have experience in that either and you are a virgin, get ready for an extraordinary and slow night, with truly loving looks and concerned about your well-being and pleasure.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐅 = 𝐅𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (This doesn't require much explanation either.)

As I mentioned before, he has a serious reproductive problem, so he would definitely love the mating press, but he also doesn't rule out wanting to take you from behind in a doggy style position, where he would raise your hips to prevent his sperm from coming out of you. , you will definitely hear him let out even the occasional gasp and grunt of pleasure in either of these two positions, making you enjoy it more than normal.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐆 = 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐲 (How serious is it? Do you take it with humor? etc.)

By not talking (either because he doesn't like it, he's not used to it, or he just refuses to do it) I don't think this big boy is a joker when it comes to being with you like that, he wouldn't be able to make fun of you in a situation like this, although there are times when he gets on your nerves by not letting you come or touching you slowly, nothing beyond that. He takes sexual relations very seriously, since when he started having them, he began to have more confidence in himself and with you, so he would be very serious and formal about that topic.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐇 = 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐫 (How arranged is it? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Thomas would be very traditional about that, and even more so because he grew up with his Uncle Charlie and his mother, who were very devoted to long-standing stereotypes, telling him that it is okay for men to have body and pubic hair, and which was much more 'masculine'. But still, when he met you he tried to keep himself more clean and careful, although he couldn't do anything about his skin, if he could start with his hair, thinking that you might dislike him, but he started to be less strict about the subject when you told him that You didn't care much about that topic and that you didn't dislike it, so don't be surprised that there are times where he has a lot of hair, or times where he is poorly cut in an attempt to have groomed him.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐈 = 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐲 (How is it usually at the moment? Is it romantic or rude?)

Like I said, he takes this issue very seriously, and he cares a lot about you, but I never said he wasn't rude, God, of course he can be rude when he wants to do it that way, and even more so when he knows that you enjoy it enormously, but He always ends up pampering you and giving you affection as an apology and he would give you many touches on your neck, collarbones, face, and obviously lips, a really good combination.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐉 = 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐟𝐟 (Masturbation headcanon.)

He's really patient and doesn't have that much (it's a lie, he really does have a lot) sexual desire, and he very rarely resorts to masturbation when he's really needy but you're not there or you can't or don't want to have intercourse at that moment for whatever reason. Then don't be surprised if you notice that Thomas is very embarrassed to look into your eyes after masturbating after having stolen a pair of your pretty panties and now they are in his basement wet because of him, he can't stand the shame that the fact gives him from thinking that he touched himself thinking about your beautiful body bouncing on him listening to your sounds of pleasure.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐊 = 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 (Any kink he has.)

I already mentioned, he has a big problem with raising you, so it's no wonder he has a reproductive kink.

Also, if it happens, he would love the fact of seeing you swollen with his baby and your breasts now swollen and heavy with your milk, he will definitely have a lactation kink during and after your pregnancy, anything related to you being drives him totally crazy in pregnancy.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐋 = 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (Favorite place to do it.)

As I said, he would like to try one or another risk, like doing it in the kitchen, the porch, the barn or the bathroom with the door half open, but I can assure you that his favorite place without a doubt is his shared room, for him, having sex It is something very intimate and private (obviously) and it is something that he will always keep for himself and for you, he will not allow anyone to interrupt them or make comments about them and make you feel bad, which is not going to happen if The two of them are alone, despite their risky fantasy.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐌 = 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (What motivates him? What sets it off?)

Due to his little experience and zero knowledge on the subject before meeting you, anything would make him hard, such as some lewd expression or sound that you made unconsciously, some revealing and tight outfit (like some tight yoga/exercise shorts or pants and even normal ) and obviously, advances from you during his day, he couldn't help but leave that aside while you shamelessly flirt with him or intentionally come on to him or move your hips more than you should unconsciously in those nice tight clothes, wait for him to suddenly interrupt both of your tasks or to be crushed at night before sleeping.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐍 = 𝐍𝐨 (Something I definitely wouldn't do.)

Hit you or degrade you (even if he doesn't speak), he wouldn't forgive himself if he hurts you even if you ask him to, he will immediately refuse if you tell him that you want him to suffocate you, slap you or hit you in any way, although he would give you an occasional spanking, nothing beyond that, would never make you feel bad or physically attack you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐎 = 𝐎𝐫𝐚𝐥 (Prefers giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is very embarrassed by the fact that you put his hardness in your mouth, but he will not refuse, he enjoys it enough to do it, he definitely likes to receive, but also to give, he rarely does it because he has to take off his mask to do it, and he's embarrassed to do it even in front of you, and thanks to that, he doesn't have much skill giving you oral, but when he does it, you can't deny that it feels like fucking heaven.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐏 = 𝐏𝐚𝐜𝐞 (Fast and hard? or Slow and sensual?)

A combination of the two, he loves to make you feel loved and cared for when he takes you slowly but deliciously, making both of you feel the moment in an extraordinarily detailed way, while he gives you wet and loving kisses all around, happy that you are whispering to him. how much you love and crave him, but then he will make you scream with excitement and pleasure when he has suddenly increased the rhythm, making you touch the sky when he repetitively hits that exact point, without a doubt, you love that the rhythm goes up and down, you will not hesitate in holding you against his back, scratching him and lightly pulling the curls of his hair, looking for some support so as not to faint.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐐 = 𝐐𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐞 (Does he like quickies? How often do they have them?)

God, he loves them like you have no idea, although he likes to take his time with you and spoil you in every way possible, quickies somehow make him get in an inexplicable way, it's indescribable to him when they have them in the middle of the day to They don't delay their tasks and he doesn't want anyone to catch them, he simply adores them.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐑 = 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐤 (are they game to experiment? do they take risks?)

Again, he has a 'guilty' fantasy of wanting to do it in an exposed place while no one is there, knowing that at some point someone from his family or a new missing victim could arrive and see them in the act, but like I said, he wants to keep everything to himself. That's for him, so try to be aware of any sound that comes from outside, or constantly look around and out the window to know if someone is coming or not, it would definitely be a good quick release for when you are alone and not There is a need for you to silence your sounds of happiness.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐒 = 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

As I mentioned, he is a man who was working very hard for much of his life to be able to help his family in everything he could and was told, so this man developed a truly surprising resistance, if he can easily run with a heavy chainsaw on, Nothing prevents him from having several rounds with you after a long day full of stress and frustration, rule out the idea of ​​​​having two rounds at most, because this man can last up to five rounds with only three minutes of rest in between.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐓 = 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I highly doubt that he has any toys, he does not have deep knowledge of sexual things, so if he found a dildo or vibrator that a victim had left in his suitcase or car, he would throw it away, he would be embarrassed when he saw the shape of these objects, apart from , for him it is more than enough to have you.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐔 = 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫 (how much they like to tease?)

He doesn't do it, and not because he doesn't like it, but because he simply doesn't know how to provoke you without having an extreme nervous breakdown and a big blush starting to decorate his face, making him look so soft. Ultimately, if he wants some hard or soft intimacy with you, he will just grab you and take you to his room and do it.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐕 = 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐞 (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Everyone knows that Thomas doesn't like to talk due to apparent trust issues, but no doubt when he's doing that with you, he won't be able to help but let out light gasps that contrast sharply with your loud moans. He is not very loud, since he is very shy, but when he starts to gain confidence, he will start to gasp and growl a little louder in your ear, he knows how much you enjoy hearing it, so he is not going to take away the privilege.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐖 = 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐝 (a random headcanon for the character)

Although it may not seem like it, he loves to give you hickeys, especially on your chest, he loves to see how the next day when you come out from bathing and are going to change, he can see the reddish and purple marks of hickeys and light bites around your sensitive nipples and all over the circumference of your decorated breasts, you just look so adorable to him that he can't help but innocently leave love marks.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐗 = 𝐗-𝐫𝐚𝐲 (What does he have under his pants?)

Well, a good 9 inches (just over 22 centimeters approximately) and quite thick, that says it all.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐘 = 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 (How high is their sex drive?)

As I mentioned, Thomas has a high sexual desire after meeting you, simply when he has the opportunity to take you, he will do it, no matter what, he loves being with you in that intimate and special way, it is something addictive for him to be in such situations. situations, but if you don't want to, it can be controlled, but if you will have to deal with him with a prominent tent in his pants when he goes down to the basement.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

⭒ ׅ 🎞️ . 𖥸 ۫ 𝐙 = 𝐙𝐳𝐳 (How quickly they fell asleep afterwards?)

First he will have to make sure that you lie down comfortably, without any sticky discomfort that prevents you from sleeping, without a dry throat or annoying sweat that does not allow you to rest as you should, without first making sure that both of you (but especially you) are comfortable and well to Being able to sleep is a real love.

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

[torikengel]

Soo… it’s been a long time. And when I say a long time… eh 3 years. I wanna get back into writing, And I was thinking if there’s still anyone who would want another part of my Thomas Hewitt X reader fanfic “Make me Sway”.

If there’s still anyone interested I will be glad to get back to it, plus I was thinking of writing more x readers (specifically for Wrong Turn & Hannibal TV series).

[slashingdisneypasta]

Fuck, Marry, Kill?

Comment with or reblog your answers! And, if you are so inclined, perhaps why? 🤔😏 XD

[soupbabe]

Hey there! I was hoping to request how the Hewitts (Monty, Hoyt, Luda, and Tommy) react to Thomas' s/o saving their lives after a medical emergency, like a heart attack or seizure or something. Maybe the reader was a nurse/doctor before coming down to texas and it being pretty early on in Thomas and the reader's relationship, saving their lives kind of cements them as part of the family. male reader, if you don't mind

The Hewitt Family reacting to Thomas's Male! Doctor! S/o

I love love loved this prompt!! My mind was scattered so I hope you're alright with headcanons 😅 this is def more Hoyt and Monty focussed so I hope you don't mind

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13

Warnings: not a lot, just like some aspects of homophobia mentioned for like 2 bullet points

- I think you were a saving grace to this family, truly

- we've all seen them play doctor at home and it never ends well

- Especially for Monty

- But you weren't kept around for your medical advice, you were spared because you thought Thomas was handsome

- I think Luda Mae might've been the only one to welcome you so quickly, just because you mattered so much to Thomas

- He was so nervous about it, especially since Hoyt and Monty have been less than kind about you and him

- Their lack of respect definitely stems from some level of homophobia- they definitely view gay men as people who are inherently less masculine and therefore have to prove themselves in order to stick around

- How they treat you is dependent on your worth and work as a man and what you can serve to them

- Though I think everything changes once Hoyt suffers a heart attack

- The Hewitts were all in disarray- it was very sudden and they didn't know what to do (not to mention Hoyt would've been still agitated about the whole thing and how people were acting)

- Until you came in, took control of the situation, and mentioned you were a doctor

- It was all a matter of luck honestly- you were lucky to have a bottle of aspirin in your bag when you first arrived and an AED put in at the old police station

- You had to stay with Hoyt, Monty, and Luda Mae while Thomas ran out and get it

- While your boyfriend was away, you were dealing with making sure Hoyt stays conscious, listening to Monty telling you to hurry up and reminding you to not call 911, and explaining to Luda what was happening

- It was all very hectic and you handled it like a champ tbh

- Afterwards was a very tense couple of days

- I think Hoyt does have a little bit of appreciation of what you've done, he's a tiny tiny miniscule bit of honorable in that regard

- Definitely solidified your place in the family no matter what happens between you and Thomas

- Hoyt and Monty still poke fun and ridicule you from time to time, but it's a lot less harsh

- They recognize the effort you put in to the family and taking care of everyone

- Hell any man is respectable if you willingly volunteer to change Monty's old ass bandages

[slashers-sister]

Quick explanation, Luda/Hoyt are your aunt and uncle, your cousin is Thomas! Also, day 1 is part 1, day 2 is part 2.

And I'm sorry this came late, I get really busy over the summer sometimes :']

And ofc:

Drayton

Uncle Hoyt and Aunt Luda

The twins, Chop N' Nubs

Bubba

Andddd... Tommy will just have to get orange. Jus like his dad.

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Oh heck yeah. It Saturday, once every while in the summer.. Your Uncle and Aunt often come around the weekends. You wait patiently.

No, no.

That's a lie.

You stare at Drayton.

(you got that from Bubba, both of you have a a bad staring problem..)

Just.

Stare.

"..Sunshine."

'T'day?'- you interrupted, it's too early in the day to get your ass beat.

Long. Long dramatic sigh from Drayton.

"Yes they are coming t'day. Be nice, Thomas has a gift-"

He didn't finish that sentence, let alone the thought.

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

And your off to change your clothes to something Luda won't entirely be on your back about.

Uncle Hoyt and Aunt Luda are comin'!

And your Cousin Thomas!

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

You like Thomas. Not exactly his parents.

Maybe because Hoyt reminds you too much of Drayton.. and Luda is always naggin' ya about being a "Nicer farm girl".. Thomas doesn't care either way, if it was up to him, you'd be on a hunting trip with him, Chop-Top, and Hoyt.

Spoiler alert, you and Bubba are his favorites.

Sadly you're also Luda's.

She couldn't get through to your cousin Sissy, by any means. Sissy, whilst still somewhat? Mostly? Feminine.. she's also taken after her own brother. And you sure as heck take after your own! And Grandpa, of course.

You put on something decent looking.. no that's a lie-

You had an old Alice Cooper (or insert another type of band) band shirt, courtesy of Nubbins, you loved it. Dark, worn out navy flared jeans, and your old sneakers that are so worn in, you can feel the ground.

Yeah you look like your brothers when they where young.

You decided to finally brush your hair, it's been a while. Maybe wash your face and brush your teeth.. ya really don't want a lecture from Luda.

You run downstairs all excited, you can barely contain your excitement!

You heard the car! And your the first out the door! If you waited even a millisecond you would've heard Drayton try and talk to you, maybe even Bubba saying good morning, or the twins bickering.

You're already on the porch!..

Nope halfway across the yard. And Thomas is already out of the car, kneeling with his arms open for you! He knows how you are. This is how it's been since you where- what, 12?

You ran and jumped into a hug! Man you miss him so much! You barely know anything of the outside world, and your family you don't see often is pretty much the only social interaction you get.

Besides maybe a few victims.

Regardless once Thomas put you down your jumping up and down all excited. Drayton is on the porch, Bubba is coming toward the car. Hoyt and Luda are also getting out of the car.

Luda of course gives all her nephews hugs. And patiently waits for you to get done jumping up and down talking to Thomas. Of course the first thing Hoyt does is stand by Drayton, two peas in a pod.

Of course Thomas and Bubba hug, you tried to (sneakily) go back over to Drayton- too late Luda calls your name.

"Hey now, where are ya' going?"

Oh no the lady speaks

You quickly give Luda a hug. Then of course she lays into you.

"Honey what in the world are you wearing? You look like a homeless person. Worse than your brother Nubbins does!"

You could've sworn you heard a sad stutter coming from the one twins. Who are also by Thomas now, Chop-top was excitedly talking to him 'bout shit they found.

She takes something out of the car. You're immediately unexcited. I mean, yay new clothes, but seriously? You know it isn't going to be something like jeans, heck, shorts. Nope. It's a prairie dress. While they are pretty, they are also pretty impractical.

While you did love them, don't get yourself wrong, it's just a little hard to do most outdoor chores in a prairie dress. And man the Texas heat isn't forgiving with those things. They keep the heat in, as you've found out.

I mean it's pretty at least?

She shuffled you inside. You know just to not fight it anymore, what are you gonna do, scream?

Not gonna help much when she's your aunt.

Doesn't mean you don't try!

"NOOOOOOOO I DON'T WANNNNNNNNAAAAAAA"

Hoyt is barely keeping himself together. Trying not to laugh at his dear nieces misfortune.

Drayton is just ignoring you.

The twins, bubba, and Thomas are laughing n' snickering as you are literally being dragged through the front door by your aunt.

She's a strong little old lady.

Bummer you're not.

She shuffled you into your room, in front of a mirror. Maybe a vanity mirror, or one you've stolen.

"Now dear, look at you.. I see you've washed your face. Surprisingly."

Your grumbles fall on deaf ears.

"Oh hush, you look nice, it's a compliment. Now, don't think about going out your window like last time, now put it on sweetheart." She hands you your new dress. You sigh in compliance. She waits outside your door.

It's a sundress.

You paused... .. .

..well slightly less practical than a prairie dress, but I mean it's a lot lighter, right? Thought that counts?

It's tight, it fits tho. It's yellowish, imagine a 70s yellowy orange sunflower or daisy pattern.. kinda cute honestly. It has one of those oval necklines, the sleeves coming off your shoulders. And it comes down below your thighs, so technically modest, but-

Drayton's gonna chew you out regardless if you even think of wearing it out somewhere outside the farm.

It had flowers and lace, all girly, it makes you look like a victim in other words. Ya love it.

Just like the rest, tho you'll never admit that, will you?

Luda knocks, "Are you decent, sweetheart?"

You of course let her in. She looks at you all happy. And sees the 'little cannibal grin' (as she so puts it), on your face.

You look just like your mother. She refuses to say that tho. That would be an insult to you, your mother may have been pretty on the outside, but she wasn't as pretty on the inside.

You don't take that on, thankfully you just got the family's anger issues.. maybe the thankful part is a bit exaggerating.

Luda is all happy you actually like this one.

She's been trying for a year or.. a few now because she knows you like them, it's just you rather be comfortable than presentable.

Sadly your comfort lies in your brothers, and they pay the price. They've been missing some of their clothes. And magically, your wardrobe has gotten larger.

Your wardrobe usually consists of old worn out jeans and clothes, whether from victims or your brothers.

Imagine clothes from the 70's, mixed with like Baby firefly.

You just don't wear that stuff around Drayton, as his words explain, "You ain't a fucking victim, put some damn clothes on." And other grumpy old man sayings, look, he loves you, let him grump, you won't actually have to change about 90% of the time.

Regardless, you and Luda are talking all happy.

✨Of course you go to Grandma and she crinkles in dead approvement✨

You wanna put something else on, you don't need to hear the twins mocking you, and-

Luda has this thing were if you don't wanna, and it doesn't harm you, you do it.

She's excited, you still blame her. Of course she leads you down the stairs, practically shoving you in the kitchen.

Oh phew! Not the twins!

Oh bummer. It's your eldest brother, and uncle.

Of course Aunt Luda PROUDLY gets their attention.

"Look at 'er! Ain't she just n' angel?"

Man your face, hah, you should've seen it.

Red as a freshly stripped heart!

Sorry, sorry, I'll quit making fun of ya.

Drayton looked over and quite frankly choked on his beer. Hoyt seemed to recognize you before his nephew did, "Well dontcha' just look purdy?"

Before you could say anything, Drayton started in, "Uh-uh, like you could get anything done in that, go change."

Luda chimed in, "Oh, she's not, leave the girl be. I made it long enough." She defended herself. Not exactly you.

Dang, kid. You're red as a pair of livers.

Drayton grumbled. Yes, you look so nice. Nicer than any of your siblings- (excluding Bubba fr, he's probably normally the best dressed.) on a good day.

Drayton grumbled out a fine, but of course you'd hear the list of "don't do this don't do that and don't you DARE-" Yeah. It'll be a long one.

Though, you went to show the only one who'd probably not mock or be mad at you for wearing something like this.

Bubba n' Tommy !! :D

Tbh he had his suit on too, you guys look so nice!!

Through grunts, pig like squealing, and mumbles, (and a extremely tight bear hug) he tells you, you look stunning. Fr this is why Bubba is the 2nd/1st favorite

Of course Thomas says you look nice, while Bubba is bear hugging you. You sign back a quiet thank you. Mostly because you can't breathe at the moment-

But Thomas thinks the same. You don't look like a rat. Therefore pretty dang stunnin'.

Of course the twins snicker and mock you later on, but hey, ya get to snicker back and mock them for looking like they just came out of the pigpen.

Honestly they might've

Regardless! The rest of the day you either spend with Luda, Hoyt or Thomas.

A little while later, Drayton does call you into the kitchen, he isn't one for hugs, or outward affection, but he does try. Giving you a hug, and resting his head on top of yours, grumbling.

"Ya do look pretty. Don't forget it, alright?"

Man he didn't expect his little sister to break his ribs but cmon, ya don't honestly expect him to be even that kind. Hell, a compliment from him is literal heaven

By the end of the day, no surprise, it has dirt and blood on it, but man you are gonna show Sissy the picture Nubbins got of you!!

He loves to see all of his siblings in cool clothes, especially cuz they got (surprisingly less than normal) deranged smiles!!

As the day lags on, it's dinnertime, finally. Yeah, you still sit between the twins. No, it still isn't fun. Dinner was apple and "pork" pie. It was good. Not anyone you recognize, so.

Most of the time you watched everyone argue or debate something.

After dinner, everyone chatted a bit, you got to rough-housed with your brothers on the front lawn, Bubba, and you, against the twins. While Luda, Hoyt, Thomas, and Drayton talked.

Multiple things where off limits, don't pull on Chop-Top's wig, don't twist Nubbins arm, don't headlock Bubba, and don't throw the little sister.

These rules where in play long before you were born- one added for you of course, but in general not needed, Drayton is worried about y'all skinnin' each other tho.

Specifically you, you're a slow killer still. 14, and not a single kill yet. Nobody is forcing you, not like they Did Drayton, Hoyt, or even Luda. Bubba, Nubbins and Chop-Top all did it by themselves.

It'll be your turn soon. Probably.

Regardless, after a bit you sit beside Thomas, listening to Luda and Drayton talk. You're against your cousin, you could swear he grumbled an 'love ya too.' when you leaned against him.

As the sun set tho, you fell asleep.

Today has been a good day.

An odd day in the Sawyer house, surprisingly calm.

You'll wake up in your bed- Your uncle, hell, anyone besides Luda probably carried you to your room. Maybe you'll wear that dress tomorrow too, it is comfy.

Goodnight, lil' cannibal, sweet bloody dreams.

Don't let the monsters bite ya. Maybe, this summer, you'll get to visit your other grandpa. Monty.