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loveandmurders · 2 years
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Too cute to be killed III
Hello everyone! This is the third part of those headcanons about Thomas Hewitt (Texas Chainsaw Massacre) finding you too adorable to kill you (gender neutral reader with no physical description). The part 1 is here and part 2 is here.
Hope you’ll enjoy <3
Warnings: Hoyt, pain, mentions of killings and cannibalism, angst.
It had been several nights you were sleeping in the same room as Thomas.
Actually, you were sleeping in the same big bed.
He would sleep, facing you and his back to the door to keep you safe.
He wouldn’t touch you at first, but you both would wake up with his arm wrapped around your midsection and you, cuddled up against his side.
And you would greet him everyday with a gentle “Hello teddy bear” which never failed to make him smile and feel all warm inside.
Even if he never removed his mask around you, it was clear he was becoming more and more comfortable with you as he was often pushing his luck for some sweet touches and cuddles with you.
Despite your precarious situation, and how you hated to be locked up in a house, you weren’t afraid of him.
Thomas was really trying his best to make things as smooth as possible for you.
He even had found a better place for you to stay. The house was in a better shape and hidden near the forest, so you were feeling quite safe.
The trees were also protecting you a little from the intense heat of Texas, which was nice.
Most of the traffic was linked to the meat factory where you were and Thomas was able to often check on you or bring you food or anything you might want.
It forced him to work later though because his time with you was making him late but he was happy for the first time in his life, so he didn’t mind at all.
Everyone around him had noticed he was in a much better mood, and Hoyt’s words didn’t seem to touch him anymore.
He would just shrug, daydreaming about you.
He had made it clear to the sheriff that you were his and that he was keeping you somewhere secret, and all to himself.
Luda Mae was happy for him, but Hoyt was very annoyed.
He didn’t like how Thomas seemed to adore you and to care about you.
You were taking his attention away from his family and Hoyt was worried of the consequences it could have on the meat factory, on the killings, on the future of the community.
At the same time, Thomas was still as efficient as usual.
Maybe even more, because he was finally sleeping well and you were making sure he was eating too and being taken care of.
Despite the situation, you were good for each other.
You just wished the sheriff wouldn’t try to kill you and that you could have a more normal relationship with Tommy.
Thomas didn’t mind having to keep you safe somewhere away from his family though. He hoped that that way they wouldn’t be able to ruin you.
But he was clearly underestimating Hoyt’s rage and hatred towards you.
You were cleaning around the house for it to look like a real home and not just a squat.
In your cleaning, you even found some old books you have never read before and other little things like that. It would keep you busy at least.
You were in the kitchen when you heard the front door being opened.
At first you thought it was Thomas, but you didn’t recognise his footsteps. They seemed lighter.
You grabbed a knife and turned around.
But Hoyt was already aiming at you with a nasty smirk across his face.
“Good mornin’ journalist” he greeted you and you shivered in fear.
“If you kill me, Thomas will be very upset” you warned him, hoping to scare him off with this hidden threat, but he only laughed.
“Ain’t givin’ a fuck about it. He should of killed you days ago” he replied.
“Why are you doing this?” you asked. If you were going to die, at least you wanted to know why.
“Because the meat factory always needs more meat” his smirk only widened and the evil glitter in his eyes only grew.
You frowned, you didn’t understand what that meant at all.
“What?”
He laughed and stepped closer to you. You moved back until your back was against the sink and you couldn’t do anything anymore.
Hoyt pressed his gun against your forehead and you shivered even more at the feel of the cold metal on your skin.
You didn’t dare to strike with your knife, afraid he would be faster.
“For a journalist, ya’re fuckin’ dumb, ya know that?” he teased “Where do ya think the bodies go hmm? Ya think Tommy’s a good boy, but ya should be terrified. Such a dumb bitch ya are” he continued and you were paralysed
“For someone who is planning on killing me, you’re talking a lot, you know that? Maybe you are the one afraid of Tommy”
Hoyt was a little taken aback at that, but his surprise soon turned into a violent rage and he hit your head with the cross of his gun.
You fell on the ground, half knocked out, and you let go of the knife.
Hoyt hit you in the stomach and you huddled up, trying to protect you as pain shot through you.
You didn’t scream though, you didn’t want to give him that pleasure.
He was about to hit you again, when the front door opened and closed again.
You had closed your eyes, certain Hoyt was going to kill you before Thomas could do anything about it.
But Hoyt froze at the infernal sound of a chainsaw being turned on.
“Com’on boy” you heard him say and you opened your eyes.
You looked up at Hoyt’s face and he didn’t seem angry or arrogant anymore. He was staring at Thomas with what seemed to be growing fear.
You couldn’t see Thomas’ face from where you were, but soon enough he was throwing himself at Hoyt and you could only guess he wasn’t very happy about the situation. 
If Hoyt hadn’t moved to the side, the chainsaw would have cut off his arm.
“Are ya crazy?” he screamed and Thomas only groaned.
His eyes were full of a rage you never saw in him before.
You slowly sat up to enjoy the show. It was quite satisfying to see Hoyt so afraid and trying to appease Thomas, in vain.
And because you were smart, you got up and placed a hand on Thomas’ shoulder before he could kill Hoyt.
“Hey baby, please don’t kill him. He isn’t worth it” you said.
Thomas looked back at you, taken aback by the nickname.
It calmed him down right away and he turned back off his chainsaw. He let it fall on the ground as he fully turned to you.
He cupped your face and looked at the nasty blow you received. He groaned in anger again but you shushed him and moved closer to him.
“I’m fine, I’m fine” you promised.
Thomas hugged you, so relieved you were alright and you let yourself relax into his embrace.
Hoyt was trying his best to leave the room before Thomas could change his mind and finish the job.
You sent a look at the sheriff.
A look meaning “you own me one now”.
You stayed in Thomas’ arms for a little moment, cuddling against his powerful chest.
“You saved me again” you smiled and he hummed.
He did, but he wasn’t happy with the fact that Hoyt found you and had the time to hurt you.
“I think I need to lay down though” you murmured as you were still quite dizzy from the blow.
Thomas was quick to scoop you up and you let out a little sound of surprise before settling in his arms.
He carried you to your (shared) bedroom and placed you on the bed as gently as possible.
“Thank you, you should go back to work now. I’m sure Hoyt won’t come back so soon” you said and Thomas reluctantly agreed with you.
As soon as he left you and you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.
When you woke up again, Thomas was back in the house as you could hear soft sounds coming from the kitchen.
The kitchen.
The meat.
The meat factory.
The killing.
The meat.
They were killing people to eat them and to sell their meat to the region.
Meat you had eaten yourself.
You were feeling very sick now and you couldn’t get up.
This couldn’t be possible. 
Your Tommy couldn’t kill people and eat them.
But you also knew he was the kind of person to be so devoted to the people he loved, that he would do anything for them. 
Even the unforgivable.
He was ready to kill Hoyt for you though, and the thought both scared you and made you feel better.
As long as Thomas was on your side, you had nothing to fear but your morale was screaming at you to do something, and quickly. You couldn’t stay here, eating people too.
Alright, alright, you couldn’t freak out or Hoyt would be winning because it would give him a good excuse to kill you this time. It was probably why he tried to make you guess the truth earlier.
You were so screwed and you knew it. You needed to get out of this mess really quick but you didn’t know how.
And the idea of escaping from Tommy was breaking your heart quite a lot.
You didn’t want to admit it but you were slowly falling in love with him.
In your whole life, you had never met someone so gentle and caring with you.
Or someone who could make you feel so safe and adored.
In another situation, you wouldn’t have questioned yourself. You would have been certain he was your soul mate and you wanted to be with him for the rest of your life.
But how could he be your soulmate when he was doing all those things?
When he opened the bedroom door to check on you, he frowned at your empty expression.
You were sitting on the bed now, staring in the void as you were trying to think of something.
You were growing desperate as you had no plan and you couldn’t form a good one. You were sure you were going to get killed now. And eaten. And not in the way you had first hoped when you had seen him for the first time.
He slowly moved closer to you until he could sit at the edge of the bed.
His hand reached for you and his touch had you come back to reality. Your eyes fell on his hand on top of yours, and you enjoyed the warmth of it.
He tenderly squeezed your hand, silently asking you what was wrong because he wanted to help and to make things alright for you.
You looked up at him with a sad smile on your lips.
“You’re cannibals” you said and panic instantly appeared in his eyes.
He had no idea what to do so he instinctively tugged you closer to him before cupping your face.
He wanted to tell you how much he loved you, how much he would do anything for you to still want him around despite everything, how much he was sorry he couldn’t offer you anything better.
Somehow, you understood.
Maybe because you were indeed soulmates.
“I told you before, and I will say it again: you deserve better” you said and he was surprised.
“We should leave together away from this mess.” you added.
And that was your plan. The only one that seemed to lead to a happy ending for the two of you.
And he knew it.
PART IV
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Incorrect Slashers
Thomas: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity? Y/N: *turning to Hoyt* How tall are you?
Chucky: I trust Tiffany. Y/N: You think they know what they're doing? Chucky: I wouldn't go that far.
Y/N: Tell Billy about the birds and the bees. Stu: They're disappearing at an alarming rate.
Y/N: *Screams* Bo: *Screams louder to establish dominance* Vincent: Should we do something? Lester: No, I want to see who wins.
Y/N, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me Freddy, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.
Brahms: Let’s watch Sharkboy and Lavagirl. Y/N: Okay. Brahms: And make out during the scary parts. Y/N: Th- Y/N: The scary parts. Y/N: Of Sharkboy and Lavagirl.
Y/N: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Hannibal, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Y/N: Y/N: fsh
Chop-Top: Why are Y/N and Bubba sitting with their backs to each other? Drayton: They had a fight. Chop-Top: Then why are they holding hands? Drayton: They get sad when they fight.
Y/N: In my defense, I was left unsupervised. Otis: Wasn't Baby with you? Baby: In my defense, I was also left unsupervised.
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looseratinthegarage · 2 years
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Domestic Bliss pt 2
Pt 1
(Y/n gonna kick some ass in this part)
Thomas let you sleep in, even though you told him not to. You open your eyes and let out a long yawn. You stretch and look around. You sigh and hoist yourself out of bed. You get dressed for the day and head to the bathroom. You shut the door and brushed your teeth as per usual. But as you were about to open the door your bladder decided it was time to pee again. You groan and sit on the toilet seat and relieve yourself.
“Well, I gotta handle the damn herd! It ain’t my fault he forgot it!” Hoyt stomped his foot.
“Well someone has to! Monty’s helping Dick with his truck, and I need to walk down to the store!” Luda Mae yelled back.
You finish your business and wash your hands. You hastily walk down the hall and carefully descend the stairs. You walk into the kitchen and Hoyt points to you.
“They can take it!” He gripped your shoulder a bit too tight and shook you a tad.
“What the heck is going on down here?” You look to both of them for an explanation.
Luda Mae sighs and hesitates before she speaks.
“Thomas forgot his lunch today, now If you hurry it shouldn���t be a problem.” She explained and you nodded.
“Where’re the keys, mamma?” You ask and glance around for them.
She sighs and hands you them, but pulls them away at the last second.
“You best be careful now?” She almost scowled, but you know it was her way of showing that she cared.
You nod and she hands you the keys warily. She hands you his sack lunch and you nod. You walk out the house and shut the door behind you. You make a beeline for luda Mae’s truck and quickly hopped in. You put the keys in the ignition and start the old beaten truck up.
You put it in reverse and back up. Once at a better position you pull forward and head for the road. You bounce a little once hitting the asphalt, but that doesn't deter you. You carefully haulass down the desolate road until you see the slaughter house come into view. You quickly park and grab the keys, putting them in your pocket. You grab Thomas’s lunch before shutting the truck's door and walking to the building.
You push the heavy metal door open. You’ve been here a couple of times, so you know your way around, kinda. You push open the door into the butchering station and see Thomas slowly lift his head. His eyes light up when he sees you, but is then filled with dread.
All the workers started hooting and hollering in your direction, but pay them no mind. The boss peeked out of his office and waved to you.
“Ah, Hewitt forgot his lunch again?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Go ahead, son,” he grumbled and gestures for Thomas to take a break, which he is very grateful for.
“Hi, sweetie,” You step on your tippy toes and kiss just below his mask.
You hand him the sack and he kisses the top of your head lovingly. He begins to walk you both out but you pause for a moment, placing a hand on your stomach.
“I need to rest for a moment, I’ll meet you outside.” You grimace, he gruffs in disapproval.
“I’ll be fine, my love,” You shoo him away, and he begrudgingly listens.
Once he’s out of earshot, you remove the hand from your stomach and your face returns to normal. You turn to the ground of working men. You scan the group for a moment.
“Which one of you sorry sons of bitches has a hot rod tattoo?” You raise your voice.
Some of the workers seem utterly shocked, and others dismiss your threatful tone.
“We got a problem?” A man crossed his arms, near his elbow you could see a hot rod tattoo poking out from his sleeve.
“We sure do,” you march your pregnant self over to him, and he looks down at you amused.
“You best watch your mouth when talking about my husband,” you point your finger at him and he laughs.
“He won’t do anything to ya, but I will,” you clench your jaw.
He uncrossed his arms and looked around to the others and started laughing. But his little attempt at embarrassing you failed. Instead of slinking away, you pin his arm behind his back and slam his head down on the bloody table.
“What the-!” He shouts and tries to get loose but can’t, you cut him off.
With your free hand you pick up a used cleaver and run it gently against the back of his neck.
“Your fucking crazy!!” He shouts.
“Oh you haven’t seen nothin yet,” You slam the knife down and leave it on the table mere inches from his face.
You let go of him and begin walking out of the smelly place.
“Consider that a warning,” you push the door open and leave without looking back.
You push open the front doors and see Thomas leaning against the wall and munching on the sandwich mamma packed for him. He pushes himself off the wall and walks over to you.
“You alright? Took a while…” He mumbled worriedly.
“Much better now.” You rub his shoulder, and he nods feeling relieved.
You started walking back to the truck rather satisfied. You hopped in and put the keys in. You pull up next to Thomas and lean out the window. You place another, more passionate kiss to his dry lips. He flushed bright red and waves to you as you drive off. You look in the rear view mirror and see him walking back into the slaughterhouse.
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slasherwife · 1 year
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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.
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ominoose · 2 years
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bellamer · 2 years
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Let Me Help (Thomas Hewitt x OC)
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(Dottie helps Thomas with his injuries. Thomas is shy.)
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"Alright Tommy, drop your pants." Dottie said, setting the first aid kit on the ground. Thomas looked up at her like she was crazy.
"Don't look at me like that, how else am I supposed to get that sickle out your leg ? If I leave it in there, it's gonna get infected." Dottie said sternly placing her hands on her hips.
A victim got wise and decided to fight back, stabbing Thomas through his leg with a nearby sickle, incapacitating him. The victim would've gotten away if Hoyt wasn't nearby to round him up. Dottie, was in charge of taking care of Thomas, while Hoyt put the meat in the basement.
"Do you want me to just cut yer pants off instead ? Luda Mae won't be happy if she make you new pants instead of just cleaning and mending these."
Thomas let out a silent huff and shook his head, as he began to undo his belt, fumbling with the buckle. When the belt was undone, he slowly and carefully removed his pants as to not irritate the wound.
"There. Was that so hard ?" Dottie sat herself between Thomas' legs to get a look at the wound. She hummed in thought. "Alright, Tommy, ima need you to bear with me, this is gonna hurt like hell." She took some pliers out of the first aid kit and slowly began to remove the sickle.
She could hear Thomas grunt and moan in pain, trying to keep himself together. If someone were to hear from outside of the room, they might have gotten the wrong idea.
Once the sickle was removed, Dottie began to clean the wound, which made Thomas hiss in pain, from the sting of the alchohol.
"There there, Tommy, I'm almost finished." She said, as she began to wrap the wound with bandages. "There you are, good as new." She said, finishing up the wrapping. She then kissed the bandaged wound. "And a kiss to make it heal faster."
Thomas gripped his shirt tightly, looking away from Dottie, so that she wouldn't see how flustered he was.
"You can pull your pants back up, Tommy, just be careful when you do." Dottie said, standing up. "Get lots of rest, kay ? And if Hoyt gives you shit for resting, I'll handle him." She pet Thomas' head before skipping off. "I'm gonna go let Luda Mae know you're alright and I'll also take care of the meat !"
Oh how'd she really take care of the meat. She wanted to get her vengeance on that no good son of a bitch who dared to hurt her Tommy.
Thomas only let out a quiet grunt as a response, twisting his fingers into his shirt, before getting up to pull his pants up, trying not to think about how Dottie was the first woman to see him in his britches and how she was willing to "take care" of the meat for him.
Now he had no choice but to take Luda Mae's advice and wife that woman up, immediately.
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stitcheswashere13 · 2 years
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I thought it would be interesting if Thomas and his S/O's baby got kidnapped by the runaway victims that were only trying to save her life from being raised by massacres, not only Thomas would go after the victims. Hoyt would take the risk on getting his great niece back. I can imagine (whatever the baby's name is) stabbing the person with the dangling keys that Hoyt gave her, like she did to Hoyt from the previous story. Sorry if this is confusing.
How the baby was left alone, the family were trying to 'take care' of the victims as a distraction while the one sneaks in to grab the baby out the window. That's how I pictured it, but you have greater ideas then I would ever thought of. :)
AWE! I love this! lol! im glad everyone loves the baby series! Here are the previous stories! I would recommend reading these first for contexts! #1. Protector (Read this one first!) #2. The Baby Girl
Anyway on to the story!
Warnings!- there is some sadness, mainly fluff though. Dead body. Not proofread!
Side Note! Hello again, here is the survivor's name so I wouldn't have to write "the survivor" a whole bunch: Ava (ps. Im sorry if this is your name lol"
A True Hewitt
"IM NOT LETTING ANY OF YOU FUCKING, BASTARD FREAKS RAISE THIS CHILD!" Ava screams while holding the baby by the crook of her neck. Ava was the only survivor left that the Hewitt didn't kill. She managed to snatch up the baby and run with her, Thomas and Hoyt running right behind her. Tommy had told you to stay here at the house with Mama Mae so if she runs back inside you two can grab her and it keeps you from getting injured. Ava had run into a corner and grabbed a knife and held it to the baby, she told Thomas and Hoyt to get back or she would kill the baby. Back and forth there was a screaming match between Hoyt and Ava, with harsh hums from Tommy, indicating that he is also pissed. All of a sudden Ava was silenced by the baby driving Hoyt's sharp keys he had given to her to play with, into Ava's throat, killing her immediately. Hoyt, having a faster reaction than Tommy ran to catch the baby as Ava's body begins to fall to the ground. Just in time, Hoyt catches the baby just in time. "Heh. A true Hewitt!" He says while holding the baby close to him. Tommy ran over to Hoyt checking the baby for any sort of cut, Hoyt handed Thomas the baby and the two men begins to walk home. Thomas stopped to pick flowers for you and Hoyt picked flowers for Mama Mae and picked another one for the baby.
END NOTE!- Hello! Thank you so much for the request! Request are open, I just may get to them slow! SOOOOO! Because Everyone loves Hoyt's soft spot for the baby, would you guys like a comic series on the Hewitt Fam. and the baby? Or Just a written series? The comic episodes will get out about a week later than the written ones tho! ALSO! I have 3 names for the baby
1.- Tiffany: I picked this one as a contestant due to the name "Thomas" gender-bent it will make Tiffany.
2. Luna: I based this one after Mama Mae<3
3. Mille: It's a southern (mainly a Texas-like name) And I feel like Hoyt will love this name and it's also based off of Monty's name.
Lol, Let me know in the comments! That's all! Have a very lovely day<3
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wanderbreadsworld · 2 years
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Rewatching TCM The Beginning rn, because I love my Tommy
"He's not r*tarded. He's just misunderstood."
The only true and good words to ever come out of Hoyt's filthy fucking mouth.
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randomly-a-fan · 11 months
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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.
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house-of-slayterr · 1 year
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Mother Has Fallen:
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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.
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loveandmurders · 2 years
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His favourite feast
Hello everyone, this a new fanfic for another of my favourite husbands: Thomas Hewitt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre. 
The poor boy needed some enjoyment and relief after a day of hard work with Hoyt being awful to him. 
Hope you’ll enjoy it as it’s different from what I did so far :)
Also female reader, with no description (not even for the outfit)
Warnings: NSFW (light bondage, oral, woman receiving), hurt and comfort, Thomas being insecure, mention of murders, one or two strong words
You were in your nightgown, waiting for your husband, Thomas Hewitt, with a book in your hands. You had no idea where he was, as he had disappeared with Hoyt a few hours ago. You were desperately trying to focus on the words laying in front of you, but your mind was always going back to your missing husband. You were so worried for him. You had no idea what you would do if anything happened to him. He was the happiest thing that ever happened to you, even if he couldn’t understand it.
You couldn’t stop checking the time and as soon as your husband entered your shared bedroom, you quickly put the book down on your night table, and got up to meet him in the middle of room. By his body language, you could tell he had a very shitty day, even worse than you thought. You hated the defeated look on his face; it was breaking your heart because you knew how hard Thomas was always trying.
You looked up with pure concern written all over your face. But he didn’t even look at you, just staring at the floor, not moving anymore. You sighed as you slowly moved closer to him. The day had started pretty badly with Hoyt yelling at him because Thomas was getting distracted by some good morning cuddles with you. Then Hoyt thought Thomas wasn’t working hard enough during the day, even though he barely took a break to drink the lemonade you brought him. And finally one of the victims escaped and both Hoyt and Thomas had to skip dinner to go find the man before he could escape them. You had eaten in silence with mama, both worried for your boys and hoping everything was going to be alright.
You were relieved to see him back, even though it was quite late.
“Hey, baby” you whispered to him but he didn’t say anything. He was probably feeling even worse because he had kept you awake. He hated it when he was unable to take care of his wife like his mama taught him to. You knew he was thinking he was a failure right now, and you needed to do something about it.
You gently moved closer to him again, trying to not scare him away. He never pushed you away, but he could sometimes shy away from you when his insecurities would drown him, like that night.
“Can I undress you?” you softly asked him and he shook his head. You frowned at that, and you hoped he wasn’t hurt and trying to hide bruises from you. You quickly scanned his body to make sure the blood on his clothes wasn’t his. Once you were positive your big boy wasn’t bleeding, you cupped his face. He still refused to meet your eyes and you understood he was ashamed of what happened today.
“You’re not hurt, love?” you asked and he shook his head again. But you could only half believe this man. He would sometimes let his body bleed and hurt just to punish himself for not having been enough. 
“You know Hoyt is an asshole. The family wouldn’t survive without you. You’re the family provider and you’re doing a great job at that.” you tried to smooth his pain away. He shook his head. He couldn’t believe that.
“You got the man?” you asked and he nodded. You smiled, “See, you’re doing good.” you insisted. He finally looked up at you and pointed at you and then at the clock to let you know that if he had been good, you wouldn’t be up at such hours. You continued to smile at him and gently shushed him.
“Come on, love. I’m your wife, I just got worried about you. I wanted to make sure you were going to get back home” you replied. “I wouldn’t have married you if you weren’t good enough, you know.” you continued but he wasn’t fully believing you. He more than once thought that one day you would realise you did a mistake by marrying him, and he would wake up to an empty bed with your ring discarded on the pillow. The man was scared to lose his sunshine, no matter how many times you would reassure him.
“You don’t want to take a shower? And then we could go have some rest?” you murmured, not sure what to do for him to agree to take care of himself. He didn’t answer.
“You’re not hungry either?” you continued to ask, not too sure what to do to make your husband feel better. He didn’t answer either, and you could tell he did want a shower and some food but he was beating himself up for all the wrong things that happened today.
But you got an idea.
You gently let go of his face, even though he sofly shivered and whined at the loss of contact. You took one step away from him and in one movement, you let your nightgown fall on the ground. You were suddenly all naked in front of him, in your whole glory. Thomas couldn’t stop himself from looking at your body as if you were a little goddess, which you were to him. You saw him softly blushing as he finally averted his gaze away from you. But you weren’t going to let him in peace so easily. You walked back to him and grabbed his hands in yours before guiding them on your hips. He obediently touched you and finally looked down at you.
“Kiss?” you whispered and you tilted your head. You knew he couldn’t deny you that. He didn’t hesitate; his lips were soon on yours. He was always slow and passionate. You didn’t like it when his mask was in the way but he was feeling too insecure for you to push your luck that much. He pulled apart when both of you needed some air.
“Don’t you think I could be a nice snack for you?” you asked as you shamelessly pressed your body against his. He blushed even more and stayed silent, too shy to answer his goddess.
“Oh really? I’m not attractive enough?” you asked. You knew that it would necessarily have him reacted. He couldn’t stand the idea of you thinking you weren’t pretty, smart or simply perfect. He quickly shook his head and groaned as he brought you closer. He peppered your face with soft kisses to let you know you were the most attractive woman he ever saw in his whole life.
“Come” you coaxed him. You guided him toward the bed before you laid down. You opened your legs to invite him between them. He watched you for a little while before looking away again. You knew Thomas too much so you could tell when he was being shy, in bed, because of his insecurity or because he wanted something and had no idea how to ask you for this. And this time, he clearly wanted something.
“Yes, baby?” you asked as you moved on your elbows to have a better look at your husband.“I’m your midnight snack, you can have me the way you want” you reassured him.
He didn’t move or say anything for a few instants before he went into your wardrobe to get some rope. He didn’t look at you as he showed you and you tried your hardest to not blush as well. Thomas wasn’t often asking you to tie you up, only when he was really upset and very worried about losing you.
You spread your legs even more and brought your arms against the headboard. “Go ahead” you allowed him and you couldn’t hide how aroused you were. You loved to be eaten out by him, his thick tongue doing wonders on you. And knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide from it was making you all hot and bothered.
He walked to you and started to tie up your hands on the bed before doing the same with your ankles. You were a perfect inverted Y. You tried your bounds and realised you were unable to move anymore. He also tied a piece of clothes over your eyes; he was going to remove his mask. Even though you had been married to him for years, sometimes he still felt too ugly for a goddess like you, and he preferred you to not see him. You pouted at that but didn’t say anything. You knew it would make the pleasure all the more intense anyways.
Your sex was glistening in the dimmed light of the bedroom and you tried to listen to his movement. You felt him kneeling in front of your opened legs and you shivered in anticipation. You also heard him removing his mask and letting the piece of leather fall on the ground. You couldn't wait. 
It seemed he couldn’t wait either as his hands were soon on your body, exploring you, and his mouth was suddenly attached to your sex. You bit your lips to keep quiet as his tongue was eager to go to work. His tongue started to taste your lips, sucking on them and nibbling as well. You let little moans escape and you tried to move your hips. But his hands pinned you even more to the bed, making sure you couldn’t do anything against the onslaught of pleasure about to crash over you. You surrendered instantly, knowing Thomas needed you to be docile, and not your cheeky self right now. Anyways, all thoughts you could have dissolved the instant his tongue moved in between your lips and found your clit. His fingers moved to keep your lips apart as he started to suck on your clit. You whined his name as you grabbed the rope. He nibbled, sucked and licked at you. You needed to stay quiet to not wake up the house, but it was getting harder and harder, as the man was driving you crazy with the best of pleasure. Before knowing Thomas, you had never been played that way. He was caring, even in bed, and he enjoyed taking his time and bringing as much pleasure as possible to you. He was the kind of man to be passionate and yet to hold hands why making love to his partner. When you were tied up, it was the same thing, except that at some point he would snap out of reality.
Maybe it was the cannibal waking up inside of him, but suddenly he would only focus on the delicious juices falling into his mouth and forgetting he was pleasuring you out of your mind. You could tell when that was happening, because he would quicken his pace and eat you out with renewed eagerness and hunger. This was definitely arousing you to know he was enjoying your body that much.
You heard him groan and it meant he needed more wetness from you and he was ready to make you come over and over again, until he would be sated. And this was the russian roulette: he could be sated after one or two orgasms, or he could be sated after a whole night of pleasure. Either way, you didn’t mind and the aftercare was always amazing.
He quickened his pace again, his teeth gently caressing your clit before his tongue roughly licked it. Your face was all screwed up in pleasure and you unwillingly tugged on your bounds as you could only think of your slowly rising up orgasm. The more juices you gave him, the hungrier he got and the more pleasure he gave you as he always needed more. He ate you out for a little while before you whispered his name and cummed for him. You were a panting mess already but you knew it wasn’t over when you heard him hummed in approval. He let you breathe for a few instants before getting back to work. 
You bit into the pillow this time or you would have screamed. You were even more sensitive than before now and each movement of his tongue on your clit was making you moan. But you weren’t going anywhere and you loved the sound of that. You were his and you needed him to know that. You wished you could see his pretty face eating you up though.
“Please, Tommy” you begged and you felt him slow down his pace to look up at you. “I wanna see you” you mumbled and you pouted some more. He moved away from your sex and crawled over your body. You could tell he was already feeling better if he was agreeing to remove your blindfold. He gently discarded it and you brightly smiled as you finally saw his pretty face. You tilted your head toward him for a kiss and he was more than happy to oblige. He passionately kissed you. You tasted yourself as he took your breath away. He finally leaned away from you, after having caressed your face and sides. He needed to get back to work. He settled back in between your legs and his mouth was back on you. His hands travelled to your chest and he started to massage them as he ate you out. It was getting hard again to stay quiet, especially when you could see your hungry husband treating you like the best feast of his life. You were a soaked hot mess by now and Thomas seemed to never want to stop. You bit your lips as you orgasmed again and thought it was time for your husband to get some pleasure too.
“Hey, baby” you whispered to get his attention. He looked up at you, no more shy about his face. “Inside of me?” you asked, unable to form full sentences after the pleasure you received from him. He thought for an instant before agreeing. After having seen you naked and pleasured out, he was painfully hard. But he wouldn’t have done anything about it if you hadn’t allowed him to.
He stood up and undressed in front of you. You scanned his body, both enjoying his strong figure and making sure he wasn’t hurt. He had some bruises here and there, but it wasn’t too bad and you were happy about it. He noticed the way you looked at him, and as he moved on top of you, he shushed you. You smiled at him.
“I’m allowed to worry about my darling husband” you said and he smiled before hiding into your neck. He really had no idea what he would do without you. You were the light of his life and he would forever worship you. He tenderly kissed your skin and stroked your sides as he was slowly moving inside of you. You were so wet that he had no problem sliding inside of your vagina. You were used to his thickness too and he always let you some time to adjust to his presence. He waited for you to nod to start to move again. When you did, his rocking motion was gentle but deep. His hungry mouth left a trail of kisses down your chest before latching on your nipples. One hand was still caressing your body, when the other found its way to your clit. Your pleasure would always be his priority when the two of you were making love. You weren’t usually a pillow queen as you loved to be on top of him and to make him lose it as well, but you sometimes surrendered to let him take care of you, especially after a very hard day for him. It made him feel he could at least be good at something: making his wife happy. And that was more than enough for him.
His pace started to quicken and your hips followed the movement. You moaned his name over and over again, telling him how good he was to you, how happy you were to be his wife, how much you loved him. Your words only gave him more confidence to quicken his pace again. But he made sure you came first. He loved the feel of your walls tightening around him as pleasure was washing over you. Only then, he could let himself go.
Once you both were finished, you were relaxed and quiet. He let himself catch his breath before quickly untying you up. He was too scared you would feel in danger around him. He took your wrists in his hands and massaged them before kissing them. He made sure the rope didn’t damage your skin. He did the same for your ankles. You knew from experience it was useless to argue, so you let him do it.
“Shower now?” you offered and this time he agreed. He helped you to get up from the bed and you walked to the bathroom, as you leaned into his side. You turned the hot water on and this time nothing could prevent your hands from checking his body. He let you do it, knowing he couldn’t argue about it either. Even though he didn’t like to worry you, he enjoyed that you cared about him that way. It made him feel loved.
You washed each other, while kissing and cuddling. He made sure you didn’t feel any kind of discomfort after your sexy time, and you made sure he was alright after today’s fights.
“All good now?” you asked and he nodded again before cupping your face and leaning your foreheads together as he closed his eyes. It was his way of saying all thanks to you. 
He was all relaxed now and all he could think about was that he needed to make sure you would never leave him, even if it meant driving you crazy with pleasure.
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Incorrect Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning
Thomas: Nothing in life is free. Y/N: Love is free! Luda Mae: Adventure is free. Monty: Knowledge is free. Hoyt: Everything is free if you take it without paying.
Thomas: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the items you have lost throughout your life Y/N: Self-esteem, haven't seen you in years! Luda Mae: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this! Monty: I knew I lost that potential somewhere! Hoyt: My moral code, is that you? Thomas: Thomas: I was just gonna show you this cool trunk my mother left me but do you guys need a hug?
Thomas: You kidnapped Y/N? That’s illegal! Luda Mae: But Thomas, what’s more illegal? Briefly inconveniencing Y/N, or destroying our dreams? Thomas: Kidnapping Y/N, Luda Mae!!! Monty: Thomas, listen, whatever I may think of you right now- these guys are counting on you to inspire them! Thomas: What, to kidnap people?!?! Monty: To work together! Thomas: TO KIDNAP PEOPLE?!?!?!?! Hoyt: Thomas, we all agreed a celebrity is a not a people.
Thomas: Good morning. Y/N: Good morning. Luda Mae: Good morning. Monty: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Hoyt: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS
Thomas: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do? Y/N: Have everyone stand. Luda Mae: Bring three more chairs! Monty: The most important ones can sit down. Hoyt: Kill three.
Thomas: Where's Y/N, Luda Mae, and Monty? Hoyt: They're playing hide and seek. Thomas: Where? Hoyt: I don't think you get how this game works.
Thomas: You're a loose cannon, Y/N. Y/N: No, I'm not. I'm a cannon maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Luda Mae: I think you play by your own rules. Monty: No way, they think rules were made to be broken. Thomas: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Y/N: No, I'm just a reckless renegade. Hoyt is a loose cannon. Hoyt: *smashes a chair*
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looseratinthegarage · 2 years
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I'm such a fucking simp for my boy Thomas hewwit......idk if ur okay with this topic, but would you be willing to write about Tommy with a pregnant wife/S/O? I love domestic dad tommy 😫😫 you can write abt anyone else who you think of too : )
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Don't feel pressured to write this : ) I'm happy with anything <3
Tommy is the key to true happiness <3
Also I love whatever the fuck that image is-
I try to include everyone so this s/o will be afab but pronouns remain neutral 😋
I may or may not have gone super overboard with this one and have like three other parts to it- would you like to see those as well? They all take place one after the other but time has passed in between them if that makes sense.
Also, I grew up around pregnancy, whether it be a family member or an animal. So I know quite a bit about it; the process and behaviors that come with it. but even so, I haven’t been pregnant myself so I can’t be sure this is 100% accurate.
(NOT PROOF READ!!!!! I WILL EDIT IT TOMORROW OF ALL ERRORS!!!!!)
Domestic Bliss pt 1
Pt 2
You were definitely showing in the pregnancy now. You had to start wearing Tommy’s shirts for comfort because of your growing belly. But nonetheless you still try to act like you aren’t eight months pregnant. You carry the heavy laundry basket out the back door and move the load to your hip to lean on the banister for support. You hobble over to the washboard and start your work. You place the full basket down with a groan and sit down on a nearby stump.
It was pretty hot outside, but not too bad. You wipe your brow and keep washing the dirty clothes. You hang it up on the rack and sit back down. You pull out one of Thomas' shirts, you hold it to your face and breathe in his scent. You sigh happily, placing it in the wash bucket and scrubbing the grime away. You hear the back door to the house creak open and close again, but keep washing, not acknowledging it.
You hear a deep grunt from behind and you smile knowing you’ve been caught. Your overprotective husband placing his large hand on your shoulder. You strain your neck to look at him.
“Welcome home, my love,” you coo and he leans down to meet you in a kiss.
He shook his head disapprovingly and pointed to the back door. You sigh and look up at him pleadingly.
“I just want to help out around the house.” You try to rationalize with him.
He shook his head once more and with more strength pointed to the door. You nod your head and begin getting up. He places his hands on under your elbows and helps you up. You smile up at him lovingly.
“You'll never take me alive!” You yell dramatically and very slowly shimmy away.
You hear your husband fondly chuckle and walk after you, gently stopping your mad escape. He turns you to face him and cups your cheeks. He leans in and places a loving kiss to your upturned lips. He wraps his large arm around you and pulls you to his side. He begins walking towards the house.
“Darn it, seduced again!” You joke and lean into him, even though the heat was slowly killing you.
He opens the screen door for you like a gentleman and you walk into the semi-cooler homestead. Luda Mae had a displeased motherly look to her.
“What the hell have I told you about workin’? You're ’bout to pop, sweet pea! This is no time to be exerting yourself.” She scolded then handed you a glass of cold water.
“Thank you, mamma.” You smile and Tommy escorts you into the living room.
He helps lower you onto the couch and tries to make you comfortable. You caress his cheek and pull on him to lower himself. You place a kiss on his now reachable forehead. You take a sip of the cold water and feel a wave of relief wash over you.
“So, you bet it’s gonna be a girl, and I bet it’s gonna be a boy.” You could see him smiling under the mask.
“Thought of any names? Even though I’m definitely right.” You playfully push him.
He nods and clears his throat. He often does this when it’s been a while since he’s last spoken.
“Penelope,” He suggests, you nod, taking note.
“Amelia,” he scratches the back of his arm and sinks into the couch.
“Matilda?” He shrugs, though caring very much about his child, getting a bit self conscious about voicing his opinions.
“They’re beautiful,” you look deeply into his stunning eyes. “Too bad we won’t be using them.” He stuck your tongue out playfully.
He shook his head fondly then his gaze returned to you. The way Thomas looked at you, you understand what he wanted. You nod and think for a moment.
“Well, I was thinking Arthur or maybe Thomas.” You look up at your now blushing husband.
Hoyt started making fake gagging noises, then Mamma hit him and told him to shush. At some point they must have walked into the room. You giggle at the weird family, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. It was your weird family. Even though Hoyt was an ass, you're just biding your time. One of these days he’s gonna mess with the wrong person and get run over or something.
“So, how was work?” You ask curiously, he grumbles and looks away, you sigh and pat his arm.
“I’m sorry, darling,” You lean into him comfortingly.
“Was it those men again?” You asked, but he didn’t reply.
You knew exactly what his silence meant. You huffed at the thought of those cruel foul men harassing your poor Tommy.
“Need any help with dinner, mamma?” You ask, trying to change the subject.
“Nuh-uh, I’ve got it, you rest up ya hear?” She scolds you for even asking and walks into the kitchen.
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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:
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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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