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deathsgl4mor · 7 days

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GENERAL DATING/MARRIAGE HEADCANONS FOR

Drago Bludvist

Grimmel the Grizzly

Content warnings:: Romantic relationships, 18+ topics near the end of both characters, Certain kinks(mentioned separately), Size difference for Drago, Grimmel being a bitchy witchy itch 🙄

DRAGO BLUDVIST

General Dating ::

» He's very hesitant to actually show his love for you, as you were the one who initiated this whole thing.

» Secretly melts inside by PDA, loves holding your hand or you holding his fake one. It shows that you don't seem to hate what's become of him physically.

» Likes to pick you up and just toss you over his shoulder whenever given the chance, loving how you squirm around and shout, unless you like being picked up; that'd be a whole different thing.

» He hates to leave you alone for more than 3 hours, least. If it gets past 5 hours, wherever he his, he will leave and come back to you.

» Has a love hate sort of thing with talking about his past with you. He thinks you'll think differently of him.

» Be patient with him, he's not used to having someone by his side. He's learning.

» (Once again) MELTS the moment you look at him. He just adores your eyes and the fact you can even stand, much less LOVE the sight of him. He loves to know that you like looking at him and it just sets something off in him <3

18+ Dating ::

» Is surprisingly gentle with you.

» He will cradle you into his arms, letting you hide your face into his neck/dreads, loving how he can hear you closer by him, your moans and whimpers egging him on.

» He has a rather... common set of kinks. Surprising, right?

„Hair Pulling“ , „Blade/Blood“ , „Crying/Seeing you cry“ , „Size Difference“

» Not that many but it has a HUGE effect on him.

» Tries his best not to be so rough with you, sometimes keeping a harsh hold on the furs on his bed so that he doesn't hurt you; that is, unless you ask him to. He will, without hesitation.

» Will sometimes hide his own face into the crook of your neck, his grunts moving softly through your head over and over.

» He'll be as quiet as he can, just to hear you and only you.

» But will fail at times, as you were most likely his first in this scenario.

» I think he'd be about 8, maybe 9 inches... Maybe 9 1/2.

Married ::

» You can't go anywhere without him, but he will leave you alone at times, only when you're in your shared bedroom.

» He lets you around his Bewilderbeast, and it's obvious that they have a preference for you, as long as you're gentle.

» Your guys' relationship is 10x better if y'all are complete opposites, him being him, whilst you're a gentle, caring and nice.

» Will most likely want a family with you, as long as you're a woman and fertile 🥰

^^ I'll make headcanons for this too! Maybe some scenarios <3

» Hovers. A lot. Personal Space? Never heard of them.... did he give you permission to speak to them?

» Most jealous man alive. He finally got his hands on someone to love, but they seem to talk to others and enjoy it? Hell nah. Murder? Literally his pookie wookie.

+18 Married ::

» The second y'all get married, breeding kink is added to the list.

» He just can't wait to watch you grow _his_ kid in your stomach, watching you get all round because of him :3

» Favorite positions would be the mating press and one where it's reverse cowgirl but he's holding your legs back by the knees and he's looking over your shoulder, watching his dick go in and out of you. I think it has a name but I can't remember it.

» Smooches. Best aftercare, even if you don't agree. I feel like you soften him up in all the right ways and harden him up.... in all the right ways (iykyk)

GRIMMEL THE GRIZZLY

Dating ::

» Will def make you sleep in a cage at first.

» But will warm up to you sleeping with him, as that's your only option.

» He's big on just giving you a small smooch on the cheek before doing whatever else. But he's not against kisses on the lips or anything else, just don't expect him to be nice with those.

» Not big for PDA. He's got a reputation to uphold.

+18 Dating ::

» You'd have to beg him to initiate this, and for him to please you during it. He's not going down easy.

» But if he starts it, it's only if he's had a terrible day, maybe a dragon escaped or something along those lines, or he's been seeing you struggle.

» King of eating his pookie out 🥰

» But won't be nice in the long run, as he'll most definitely overstimulate you and make you cry.

Married ::

» Jealousy: 3/10 ---» 16/10.

» Beats a bitch if he gotta. He loves you sm, bro finna go to hell and back 😼⚔️

» Def calls you pookie. In present terms ig.

» Likes to just throw you over his shoulder (unless your chubby, i'm sorry) and carry you around

» If you're chubby, he'll still pick you up but bridal style or give you a piggy back ride.

» Will NOT watch your favorite movie with you 😖

+18 Married ::

» Worships you, especially when it's a higher risk of you getting pregnant

» Will most likely have his hands around your stomach or arms.

» Sometimes, he hides his face in the crook of your neck or just stare you in the eye as bro pounds you into oblivion 🙏

» Does NOT whimper ‼️

» He'll maybe grunt but NUH UH, no whimpering. Unless you're giving him head....

» He's a little bugger than average, maybe 6'? He's a little skinnier tho 🧍‍♀️

» Fav positions are cowgirl, missionary, and the mating press.

BYE POOKS 🥰

please start requesting, i'm begging you 😭

#x reader #drago x reader #general headcanons #married life #dating #drago bludvist #grimmel the grisly #grimmel x reader #deathsglamor

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deathsgl4mor · 14 days

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YAUTJA X F!READER

PART 3:: Momma's Heart

Find part 2, Seasonal Beatings: HERE

Find part 1, Meetings and Greetings: HERE

SUMMARY: [Reader] gives birth to Ahn'thun's first son.

CONTENT WARNINGS: Motherhood, [Reader] specified as female/she,her,hers, pregnancy, birth, gore?, majority is fluff

You were nearing your time. The time where you'd give your mate his son, or daughter, whichever one, but a son preferably.

You were relaxing in the bed, having not a lot of energy this last two months from your pregnancy but at least you still ate and took care of yourself. That's all that mattered at this point.

Your thoughts are cut short when the door opens, revealing Ahn'thun. He looked stressed. "Ahn? You alri—" You tried asking him but he quickly shushes you with a hand over your mouth. Confused, you look up at him more properly as you try to sit up but he restricts you from so.

He lets out a low, guttural growl as he pushes you back down, moving a hand off your mouth.

"Ahn'thun, what's up with you?" You ask more properly now.

"Near, correct?" He spoke, his english having improved considerably since the last few months. You nod, seeing he was worried on when you'd birth.

"I'll be alright, love. You don't need to be so stressed."

"Consequences." He chirps, but not a happy chirp. He glared down at your belly, gliding a hand over it. You just chuckle. "I'll be fine, Ahn."

"Sure?"

"Sure."

It was time. Only a day and 4 hours later, you were stuck in the birthing building, waiting to see your child. You survived of course.

You knew they'd be nothing like you since Yautja traits were more dominant but you just wanted to see for yourself. That's when, Ahn'thun was finally let inside the room and kneels down beside you, burying his face into your breasts.

You weakly smile, then chuckle. "Ahn?" You mutter, trying to get his attention. It works, he looks up.

"I'm fine. I told you I would be."

But the female yautja who were the ones in the room, decided otherwise and it was time for you to sleep again. They try and direct Ahn'thun outside the room but he lets out a grumble, re-burying his face in between your boobs again. "Ahn'thun, you've gotta go. I'll be back with you soon, so don't be so sour." You chuckle again.

He grumbled again, standing up and storming out of the room, clearly ticked off that he couldn't spend time with you yet.

From there, you fall back asleep as your body was still very weak and tired.

This time, you woke up in your own bed and Ahn'thun beside you as he had gotten used to sleeping by your side at times.

Without much of a thought, you force your slightly trembling legs away from the bed, standing up, which you fail at first, but succeed the second time.

Then, you lay eyes on the cradle you set up a month ago. With him inside.

You instinctively walk over, leaning over the small side of the cradle, lifting your new son into your arms. Due to the more dominant genes of a Yautja, he had majority looks of his father. Other than his eyes, which were the same, beautiful hue as yours.

After a few minutes of holding him, you set him back down to more peacefully rest as you turn around to lay back down, but to see Ahn'thun awake, balancing on his arm and staring at you.

"Sorry, I just wanted to see him..."

"You are weak." He clarified, nearly cutting you off.

You go quiet, immediately understanding why he mentioned that. He didn't want you up and walking around yet. Not for a second, but this was an exception.

You sigh quietly, slowly walking over to the bed so you don't fall, sitting down then moving to lay down.

"Go back to sleep." You muttered, curling onto your side, facing him.

He grunts, but obliges.

End.

#predator x reader #x reader #yautja #yautja x reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #adult human female #yautja x fem!reader

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deathsgl4mor · 26 days

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REQUEST: "Can you deliver sum Thomas headcanons? like, some SFW but then sum NSFW at the end, ty hun 😚— Also, can I be 💄 anon? If you do stuff like that ofc."

A/N: yes, of course! also, i love the emoji anons, so you'll be 💄 anon now. anyways, thanks for the first ask! i didn't think i'd get one with how little my account is and the such few posts, lmao.

CW: +18 under cut, Hoyt, murder//gore//violence, breeding kink, sexual themes, fluff

SUMMARY: Headcanons for Thomas Hewitt: The Texas Chainsaw Massacre; The Beginning, 2003

{short-ish}

GENERAL HEADCANONS

tommy loves whenever you give him baths, washing his hair and all that. i guess that's just him missing physical affection

is damn sure that you don't get between him and the victims or around the victims in general. he couldn't bear the thought of you getting hurt in the slightest and he'd never forgive himself

he makes sure that you and his mother, miss mae as you call her, get along well. which you do. she's happy she found at least someone for her boy

often times he stays in the basement late but is quick to pay more attention to you than anyone else, immediately going to you if you want him by your side in any way. and I mean ANY way.

NSFW HEADCANONS

is a switch. he doesn't mind whenever you're below him, taking all the pleasure he delivers or if you're riding him as he can't help but be so noisy at the sight and feeling of you being so... generous, let's just say

always has a hand on your hip or breast, if you have them. no matter the position, he'll be grabbing at one of the two. male? he'll just hold onto you by the bicep/man titty ♡

loves the mating press position or cowgirl. still, doesn't matter the gender as the both of them are gender neutral... well... most sex positions are but those are just preferred.

if you're a woman, he's gonna be a little more aggressive with you but that's just cause he needs to finish up and get away from you quicker since if he takes his time, he'll get lost in it and will probably end up fucking you till you faint, or your hole is too filled to fit any more; that doesn't stop him good enough though.

every time he notices his seed leaking out of whatever hole of yours he had just stuffed, he'll finger it back in. even if you're infertile, it just does something to him.

if you're needy while he's in the middle of something, do whatever you need. just don't disrupt his work or do anything when there's company.

THANKS FOR THE ASK, 💄‼️‼️

#texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #x reader #slashers #slash fanfiction #hefty boy #slasher fucker #much love #💄#anonymous #send asks #first ask #thanks anon!#thomas hewitt fic

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deathsgl4mor · 28 days

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Yautja x F!Reader

Seasonal "Beatings"

Part One here: Meetings and Greetings

SUMMARY: At 7 months of your kidnapping, you become Ahn'thuns mate and after another seven months, the time of repopulation comes around and you two ykyk.

CW: +18<NSFW>, biting, hardcore smut, knots, forced orgasms, virginity loss (f), size difference, breeding, aggressive Ahn'thun :(

You had gotten used to Ahn'thun's company, as he often had you right by him even when you made it back to his planet. It's been nearly 7 months now, and it was a rather calm time. Especially whenever he left you just with your thoughts so that you had a minute.

★ ☼ ★ ☼ ★ ☼ ★ ☼ ★

Your thoughts are cut off once you've been interrupted with the sound of the door to the sleeping pod you had been given opened.

In walked Ahn'thun, looking calmer than usual. Hm.

"Ahn'thun? What's up with you?" You calmly ask him, sitting up straight and walking over to him.

"Fine." He spoke in the broken english. It was good enough based on his hard work in learning it lately. "What'd you need?" You smile up at him.

"Question." He had a question. You noticed he looked almost nervous. A new thing you've never seen from him as most yautja's were incapable of emotions like that. "What is it?"

"You be my mate?" He questioned you in a choppy sentence. Your cheeks flushed. You'd never expect that, judging by how you were a human and he was a completely different extraterrestrial being. "M...me...? But— I'm a human! Is that acceptable?"

He just nods. His overpowering height added to your anxiousness more as it always had an effect on you.

You were hesitant, not knowing how to answer him. You slowly nod, smiling up at him again. "I'd be alright with that." He lets out a low grumble, but it didn't really sound like he was annoyed.

That's a good start.

It'd been nearly a year total now, being 7 months as Ahn'thuns mate. You couldn't lie how much you loved it. He spoiled you with 'trophies' and furs, etcetera. You loved it. You loved him.

However, it got to the certain part in the year when things were starting to get heated for repopulation. You didn't know how to react when Ahn'thun got increasingly clingy and more suggestive, picking you up at times with one hand cupping your clothed sex.

Or, he'd hug you from behind, maybe squeezing at your breasts or waist, then nipping at your neck but being careful not to break skin.

This day, you were relaxing in the kitchen of you two's small home when he shoved open the door, grabbing you from behind and carrying you over to the bedroom. I mean, at least he was respectful on the place you two did this in.

"Ahn'thun! What's up with you?!" You exclaim, noticing how he so simply threw you over his shoulder.

He doesn't reply, practically tossing you onto the bed.

"Ahn–" You start again but are cut of with him on top of you, a clawed hand groping at one of your boobs and the other holding himself up beside your head.

"A-Ahn'thun, you know the risks if we try!" You tried consulting with him, but he didn't care. He was willing to take those risks.

He stayed still. "Consent?" He mutters, completely ignoring what you just said. You couldn't help but feel aroused at his sudden actions.

You nod.

With that, he immediately began to remove your shirt, then your bra. He then moves down, removing your pants. He seemed hesitant to remove your panties.

He looked down at you again, asking once more for consent. "Go ahead, Ahn'thun. I trust you."

He then removes your panties. Suddenly, you feel his head between your thighs, making them instinctively move out of the way but instead tighten again when you feel his tongue attack your slit. You let out a gasp, caught off guard.

"Ahn.." You breathe out his name quietly, feeling him start to lap at your wetness like a parched man in a desert.

You rock your hips gently, trying to get more from him but he then tightly holds your hips down with his hand, the other moving down to spread your folds apart for more of a sight for him.

He continues his attack on your pussy, your mind temporarily blanking as you let out a string of moans and soft whimpers. Only shortly, judging by the fact you've never felt this kind of pleasure before, do you cum.

He's quick to latch onto you further, taking all of you into his mouth.

Once you calmed down, forgetting he was going to do more than just please you, he's immediately lined up with your slick again.

"A-Ahn... I've never..." You try explaining to him of your virginity but he leans down, taking a nipple into his mouth as he fondled with the other breast. He was distracting you from the pain to come as he knew you were a virgin already.

You squirm around underneath him, but not enough to agitate him. He slowly slides into you, only the head already making you yelp immediately, using one of your hands to cover your mouth from further pain stricken noises. He takes your hand in his, showing to just squeeze if he needed to pause.

He slowly slid further into you, tears pricking at your eyes as you trembled beneath him.

You quickly squeezed his hand tightly whenever he got about half way in, tears falling down your pink cheeks.

He stops, just as he promised. He gives you a moment before starting again. This time, you make it until he was fully in. He stays still, waiting for you to let him know he could move. Despite how badly he wanted, no, needed, to breed you, he held back so that you didn't hate him for hurting you like this.

You let go of his hand, letting it rest on the furs instead. You nod after a minute, letting him know he could move. He started to slowly thrust into you but you knew it wouldn't last long, seeing the look in his eyes that showed him just slowly losing control. No female yautja would have a cunt as tight, soft, nor warm as you human did. He made a good choice.

You let out a long moan as he gently fucked you, loving how he was being so patient for you. If you weren't well... you... he'd have fucked you into oblivion by now but you knew he was saving that for later.

"Ahn!" You yelp-moan, feeling him start to pick up the pace and aggression. He reaches under your thighs, throwing your legs up and you closer into a mating press.

He used this position to start the aggressive part of this session. It didn't take long before your legs trembled as you came for the second time now, your back arching of the bed.

He adored the sight before him, seeing you fucked dumb just from a few minutes of this. Too bad you didn't know this would probably last all night. Hours.

He lets out a clicking noise, similar to laughter as you've discovered recently. "D- hah—!" You were about to scold him but was cut short when he hit a particular spot inside of your wetness. Noticing your reaction, he abuses that same spot, angling perfectly. Your eyes rolled back as your mind blanked, cumming again.

Finally, after nearly 22 minutes now, he reaches release, a knot forming inside you to keep the seed there. It was slightly discomforting since you were never supposed to feel that feeling before.

But you put up with it.

You relax slightly, thinking it was over but was proved wrong instantly whenever he starts thrusting again.

"Ahn'th—!" You tried protesting, feeling overstimulated and yet your swollen, puffy pussy screamed yes in his continuation.

"C-Can't..!" You whimpered, your orgasm taking over again. Tears streamed down your face as you desperately struggled for a break but he clearly wasn't paying attention anymore, focusing on breeding you more than anything else.

After a longer time and another release, he cums again, the familiar feeling of the knot doing its job.

"N-No more..." You pleaded, panting heavily as your grip on the furs tightened. He thought otherwise, thinking two loads wasn't enough. He starts up again, even rougher and quicker. But this time, you were forced into doggy style as he fucked you from behind.

"Ahn-hah!" You whimpered and writhed but he wasn't focused on that. He's not giving up until his cum dripped out of you and his knot couldn't hold any more back. Your eyes rolled back again, her mouth agape.

There was no escape from this until he deemed it done. With that, your vision went white as you came again. You were seeing stars at this point.

All night. Just as he planned.

Well won't you be a happy momma?

#predator x reader #yautja x reader #part two #husband material #pooka #yautja #x reader #parts

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deathsgl4mor · 29 days

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Yautja x F!Reader

Meetings and Greetings

CONTENT WARNINGS: Violence, Gore, Kidnapping

SUMMARY: Male Yautja (Ahn'tyi) breaks into [reader]s house for security//safety, attacks a Xenomorph and takes [reader] after taking a liking to them.

The Yautja's footsteps thud down the hall of the broken home, searching for a safe room that would be secure of any other view,

only to be cut off with a great enemy. A Xenomorph. It draws its blade, only to be knocked out of its grasp. Losing it. The Xenomorph pounces once more, keeping the Yautja on the ground.

Then, a person emerges, [reader]. She backs up, fear overwhelming her instantly. What the hell was that?

"What the hell?!" She shouts, backing into a closet looking room, the door wide open and giving light to her form. It was the middle of the night so she was in a pair of p.j's. Shorts and a t shirt.

The weird male alien-like creature that was originally pinned, takes another swipe of a different blade and easily removed the head of the xenomorph, stabbing it extra times to be sure it had died. It then stands, stalking towards you. It's head tilts to the side, as if questioning your being. "W-What are you..." She mutters, stepping back but only to be followed with its own.

It decides against any introduction or speech, glancing down to analyze your body.

"Answer me." She tries again but it seems to agitate the thing with the used attitude. Suddenly, everything goes black. It hits her upside the head with its elbow, knocking her out.

You soon wake up in an unfamiliar and uncomfortable spacing. A cage. Yet you felt oddly still, as if in a room but it was far from such.

The thing that had knocked you out comes into the room from a white door that slid silently open.

It kneels before your cage, going over your features once more. "Please, answer my questions..." You tried pleading, and it surprisingly worked.

It lifts its arm, typing something into a weird device. A translator.

"I am Ahn'thun. I'm not going to harm you."

You successfully confirm its name. But you were hit with a wave of curiosity. What in the world was this?

"What are you, though...?" You mutter, trying to reach through a gap in the cage but it pushes your hand back in gently. It types again.

"I am a Yautja. One of the male warriors." Male. It seemed to know your biggest question there.... or... he– knew the biggest question.

"O..oh... I'm [y-n]." You stumble out, feeling embarrassed for stuttering so much.

He didn't care.

All you were to know is that you were stuck here. Stuck with this "yautja". This rather... attractive yautja.

HOPE YOU ENJOYED! Part 2 will consist of a longer version and smut, but is of strong importance to this three part story.

#predator x reader #yautja x reader #oneshot #x reader #predator #yautja #part 1

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deathsgl4mor · 1 month

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Satanist! NB! READER X Thomas Hewitt

CW: Satanist! NB! Reader, Hoyt's insults, Mention of corpses, cursing

Tommy never expected momma to choose one of such a religion. After all, they were all Christians. Or at least appeared as that.

You look up at him, seeing the surprise in his eyes once Mae had explained to him you were of such a group. He... didn't know how to react.

"Tommy?" Mae mumbles, coming up from behind him, seeing his unresponsive face.

"Thomas, boy! Don't just stand there you imbecile!" Hoyt suddenly shouts. With that, you turn around quickly and yell back at him, "Tommy isn't an imbecile! Give him a minute to process things without you riding his ass about everything!"

That catches him off guard, but he shuts up. You turn back to Thomas. "Tommy? Are you alright..?" You mutter, one of your hands rising to his covered face. You didn't particularly like the feeling of the new skin mask but you knew he wouldn't be changing it anytime soon so you put up with it. Thomas takes a breath, looking down at you normally again. Nobody else seemed to have a problem with you as a Satanist so why should he?

He picks you up and lays you over his shoulder, nodding at momma and then leaving when getting confirmation to leave.

He brings you down to the basement, setting you on a chair that was made just for you whenever you wanted to watch Tommy work. He doesn't say anything of the new discovery, just starting to work on some corpses so he could preserve the meat.

.... ♡ت♡

#texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #bubba sawyer #alternative #romance #satanism #satanic #satanist #fluff #ilhsm

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deathsgl4mor · 1 month

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Pussy-drunken Thomas Hewitt

WARNINGS: NSFW, 18+, fem!reader x thomas hewitt, oral(f!rec), forced orgasms, bruising, slight mention of squirting (f! obv)

Tommy was a pure man, following by his momma's holy name. Yet when it came to you, he was a whole nother being. A beast.

It was when you trusted him with your own purity, physically, he was like a man who went without water or food for days, lapping up every piece of your juices.

A man who had no intent, no matter how many times you begged and pleaded for him to calm down as he abused your overstimulated and puffy pussy with his tongue.

He kneeled down before you, your panties dropped down to your ankles since there was no need to a complete removal. He tightly held onto your thighs, leaving red marks or even bruises, his face pressed up against your womanhood and his tongue up between your folds, reaching every part he could just to get some more to taste.

He brushes along certain parts that made you yell out a moan, your head thrown back in ecstasy.

He groans softly as he notices how loud you got when he reaches a certain part of your sweet hole, abusing that spot repeatedly just to watch as your legs quivered and you got especially loud, release washing over you as your juices spilled onto his face.

He keeps going, at a faster intensity. "Tommy— please, slow... slow down!" You pleaded with him, your mind going hazy. He had already brought you to almost your third orgasm now and you didn't think you could handle anymore. "Thomas–!" You tried again but were cut off by a moan, then a whimper of such intense pleasure as he tasted your sensitive and over-worked pussy.

Countless more orgasms follow as he finally parts himself from your body but he hated it. Every minute he was away from your sweetness, he just wanted more.

You sighed in relief that he finally let up, knowing that if you let out another sound he'd just go right back to it.

He licks a shaky strip up your clit, making you gasp softly. You cover your mouth so he didn't hear your moans again, in which you didn't want to egg him on. Noticing your lack of noise, he leans back in, shoving his tongue in you once again. You didn't let up, refusing to make a noise that wasn't a gasp or whimper. He wanted your moans and it was clear he wasn't going to get them.

Good job, mrs. hewitt. Just maybe, he might let up quicker one of these days.

#texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt #nsfw #pussy drunk #lol #tommy #fem reader

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