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hawkinsbanishedhero · 1 year

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a twisted game of cat and mouse

summary: in which the reader can’t help but feel attracted to thomas even when he’s about to kill them. pairing: thomas hewitt (leatherface) x gn!reader warnings: death, nsfw thoughts, slight gore?? , angst, twisted love (kind of?) word count: 1504

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a/n: loosely set in ‘the beginning’.

[Y/N] never thought that they’d be in this situation, running away from a killer who wore a mask that covered the bottom half of his face. Their heart pounded in their chest as they tried to stay as quiet as they could. Their back was pressed up against the wall of the house that belonged to the Hewitt’s. Not the best hiding spot but everywhere else was so open and would expose them so much more.

Even though [Y/N] knew that they should be way more scared than what they were currently feeling, they couldn’t help but find the chainsaw wielding killer… hot. Did he just kill all of their friends? Yes but the way he towered over [Y/N] made them whimper. Not in a way that meant that they feared him but in more of a turned on way. He seemed so bulky that how could they not feel so heavily attracted to him? Even with half of his face covered up, [Y/N] could still tell that he was very good looking.

The sound of a chainsaw became prominent again and a gasp left their lips. They weren’t as scared as they had been beforehand. But as mentioned before, they were turned on by him. A part of them wanted to get out from their very bad hiding place just so that they could see him again, despite the fact that they would of course come face to face with one another again. The other part of them wanted him to be the one to find them. [Y/N] began to bite their bottom lip at the thought.

All of a sudden, he appeared in front of [Y/N] again. Another gasp left their lips. They pushed themselves up against the wall of the house even more, almost wanting to become a part of it. He took another step forward. As if he was stalking his prey. Which in a way you could say that he was doing just that. [Y/N] looked up at him with wide eyes as he just stood there silently with his chainsaw in his hands.

[Y/N] wondered how they had gotten this lucky. Well, luckier than their friends at least who now laid dead in various rooms of the Hewitt’s house. They had somehow managed to escape whilst their friends were meeting their demise. [Y/N] knew that they couldn’t get help. There wouldn’t be anywhere to go for miles. They were completely helpless and they couldn’t help but like it. Especially when someone as handsome as the man who stood before them was chasing them.

[Y/N] concluded that something was wrong with them for liking this.

“Wait.” They whimpered.

He titled his head slightly in question.

“T-Thomas, right?” Their voice was shaky. They had heard the so-called sheriff call him that when [Y/N] and their friends were first brought into the house.

A nod.

[Y/N] suddenly felt brave and took a step forward. Though their hands still shook slightly. Thomas stayed right where he was but turned the chainsaw off. Almost like he was willing to give them a chance to talk.

“I… I really liked being chased by you.” They admitted, their voice almost a whisper.

Thomas didn’t know how to react to this information. He was a little caught off guard. Someone liked being chased by him? That couldn’t be possible. He was so used to people being disgusted by him and being scared of him. They had to be lying just to try and get out of what was about to happen.

“It was really hot, you know?” [Y/N] continued. “Especially since you’re so big and handsome.”

They reached a hand out to touch his bicep. They had to really stretch to be able to reach him. They could feel the heat of his skin through the material of his shirt. Another whimper left their lips. Oh how they wished that they could fuck him right then and there.

Unbeknownst to [Y/N], Thomas was blushing underneath his mask. He couldn’t help but do so. A voice in his head nagged at him though. They were lying. They had to be. He had been conditioned to see himself as ugly and unlovable. Which is why he wore the mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

He was a monster and no one was going to see him as anything else.

With a grunt, Thomas nodded his head over to the other direction and lifted up his chainsaw. [Y/N]’s eyes lit up as they instantly knew what he wanted them to do. They felt like they could jump up and down on the spot and excitedly clap.

They thought, in their twisted mind, that he was going to playfully chase them with his chainsaw before they would run off together in the sunset. Or rather sunrise since it was currently evening. [Y/N] had become quite delusional since their time at the Hewitt’s or maybe they had always been like this and it only came to the surface when they arrived here. Either way, they took off running in the direction that Thomas had pointed in with laughter escaping their lips.

Thomas shook his head very slightly with a silent sigh. He couldn’t believe that they had actually fallen for it. People could be so dumb. He gave them a big head start. He knew that he would be able to catch up to them with no problem. He revved-up his chainsaw before he hurriedly chased after them.

The noise of the chainsaw reached [Y/N]’s ears as soon as it started up. The feeling of helplessness that they had quickly grown to love filled their body once more. Hopefully, when he let them go, they could continue having games like this.

[Y/N] could hear the heavy thump thump thump of Thomas’ footsteps as he quickly got closer to them. Heavy breaths left his lips that were quickly muffled under his mask. They found themselves growing so much more attracted to him. A smile stayed plastered on their lips as the chase continued. [Y/N] could feel themselves quickly growing tired from running so far and fast. They suddenly stopped as soon as they felt his presence right behind him.

[Y/N] turned to him with a faux pout. “Aw! You caught me.”

Thomas stood there, his chainsaw still going.

“You were going to let me go.” Their brow furrowed. “Right?”

Now why would they think that? Just because he “playfully” chased them with his chainsaw?

A small shake of his head was their answer.

“But-!” [Y/N] hurriedly spoke. “You said you’d let me go!”

Another shake of his head. Thomas never said that. He just told them to run.

“Please don’t kill me! I love you! You can’t do this to me!”

Thomas had had enough of their words. He knew that they didn’t actually mean it (they did in fact mean every word. Though maybe saying that they loved him was a bit too soon). He took a step forward and almost admired how tears trailed down their cheeks as they begged for their life. As if they had the ability to do so anyway.

Thomas moved his chainsaw and cut [Y/N] horizontally right across the middle of their body. Their begging came to a stop once the chainsaw separated the top and bottom of their body. Blood splattered everywhere and their begs no longer filled the air. They fell to the ground, in two parts, with a thud. By the time they had done so, the life had completely faded from their eyes.

Thomas crouched down and got a knife out after he turned off his chainsaw and put it down on the ground. He roughly grabbed their face in his hand and admired how their skin looked. He turned their face in very direction to look at every inch of their skin. He then began to slice away at their skin, completely cutting their face away from their body. He held it up in the sky afterwards and admired it once again. He stood up with a huff and with one hand he held the skin from their face. In the other, he held his chainsaw and their leg. He started to drag their body back towards the house.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. What if they really meant it? Did Thomas suddenly regret killing someone after doing so many times beforehand? He slowly walked back to the house as his thoughts ran wild in his head. Did he just mess up the only chance he had to be loved by someone?

With a heavy heart, Thomas decided that he wouldn’t keep their face to wear. He’d put it up on display in his room. That way they could still be with him, right? And then they couldn’t change their mind about being with him. It seemed like the perfect idea.

#thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning #thomas hewitt #leatherface #💌 : munson mutterings

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bonkage · 2 years

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slasherslutart · 1 year

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#thomas hewitt #texas chainsaw massacre #thomas hewitt x you #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning

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pinkberry1rxx · 1 year

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It be like this..

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#Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning #TCM #Thomas Hewitt <3 #my mind won’t stop thinking about HIM!!!#😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩#big boi <3 #Leatherface

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jacobseed · 2 years

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#tcmedit #horroredit #filmedit #dailyhorrorfilms #thomas hewitt #tcm #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning #horror #hes beautiful i love him #*gifs

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x-littlemoth · 2 years

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Thomas: *unknowingly killing the man who put him in a trash bin as an infant*

Slaughterhouse Foreman: *is getting murdered*

911 Operator: You're going to have to speak louder, Ma'am. I can't understand you.

#little moth's blog #thomas hewitt #tcm thomas #tcm the beginning #texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre

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randomly-a-fan · 1 year

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A Thumbelina spoof for Valentines' Day Month, with Loonette as Thumbelina and Ronald McDonald as Prince Cornelius.

I even added a new original character to join my channel. Enjoy

#youtube #kapwing #Thumbaline #The Big Comfy Couch #Ronald McDonald #Planes #OC #texas chainsaw massacre: the beginning #Death Note #Ryuk #trailer spoof #Spoofs #Memes #Dank Memes

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bobduh · 2 years

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Summer 2022 - Week 5 in Review

Summer 2022 – Week 5 in Review

Hello folks, and welcome the heck back to Wrong Every Time. How are you all enjoying the advent of August? Though I’m certainly not happy about the speed with which yet another summer is slipping through my fingers, I can at least appreciate the dissolution of our boiling planet’s latest heatwave. As for more personal affairs, I’m currently in the process of hashing out the early beats of my…

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#Film #Halloween II #Natural Born Killers #Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning #Throne of Blood #Vampire Hunter D: Bloodlust

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impeakcharacterdesign · 6 months

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Just the Tip

— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —

MDNI!!!

Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.

But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.

Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.

No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe

Enjoy!!!

The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.

Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.

These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.

Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.

You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.

You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.

You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.

So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.

“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.

And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.

Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.

You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.

Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.

God, you wished it was you that was touching him.

Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.

The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”

You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”

You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.

You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.

It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.

God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.

The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.

“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —

And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.

“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.

"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat

His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.

But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him

“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”

Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.

You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.

When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.

“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.

This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.

He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.

Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.

Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.

His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.

“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.

This moment in time was just for the two of you.

“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”

Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.

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tinybrooms · 2 months

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He’s just a baby 🤍

#slasher #slasher community #slasher fandom #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw massacre the beggining #thomas hewitt #thomas hewitt fluff #thomas hewitt x reader #slasher x reader #tcm #thomas hewitt x y/n #thomas hewitt x you #tcm bubba #thomas hewitt smut #texas chainsaw the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre #jedediah sawyer #bubba sawyer #horror

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disastersareajoy · 3 months

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Pussy Drunk Thomas Hewitt - Drabble

Thomas Hewitt x FEM!Reader

Tags: established relationship, cunnilingus, forced orgasms, talk of bruises, wet and messy, squirting, dacryphilia, overstimulation

Word count: 1.1k

fucking obsessed with the idea of Thomas getting absolutely, down bad, pussy-drunk as soon as he gets a taste

like his virgin-ass being too afraid of hurting you to fuck you at first and getting on his knees for you. he gets a taste, kind of pulls back and licks his lips and you can see his pupils dilate and his eyes fucking glaze over and he just falls face first into your pussy

sloppy, wet, spit slick, hungry oral from that man. his teeth bump into you in all the right ways sometimes. one moment he's whimpering into you and the next he's grumbling and trying to get his tongue deeper and deeper into you to taste more

and it does not matter to him when you beg for him to slow down and how you can't cum anymore. because you keep dripping on his face and tongue and making wonderful noises and you just taste so fucking good, how could he stop??

his arms wrap around your thighs and he holds onto them hard and firm and keeps you pulled close to his face. you can feel that it's gonna bruise and you're going to cherish those bruises for days

he doesn't even notice how hard he's gripping you because he's trying to get all of his senses filled with you. he tastes, smells and feels nothing but you. the only thing his ears can focus on are your moans and whimpers. his hands massage your thighs periodically and when he opens his eyes it's just to look at your face, thrown back in pleasure. the only thing better is when you're looking down at him with tears in your eyes, still moaning for him

Tommy is completely drunk off your taste. he loves the feeling of your pussy on his tongue and he loves the little whining groan you let out when he sucks on your clit

now, when he keeps going and going and your hand in his hair trying to push him away finally falls to your side, he doesn't even realize what he's doing next. it's all out of instinct when his hands readjust so his arms stay wrapped around your thighs but his thumbs are spreading open your folds. that's when he really loses it

because he can get his tongue even deeper like that. he can bury it inside you and find the spot that makes you drip a little more and that makes you moan all broken and needy. once he finds it he abuses the fuck out of it. keeps licking over it, poking at it with his tongue and savoring every drop of you that spills into his mouth

and then. his holy grail. you grab his hair again and moan louder. you're sobbing and begging him to slow down because it feels different this time. he doesn't listen of course. all he knows is you're about to do that thing again where he can feel your pussy flutter and twitch and your thighs squeeze around him and your moans get all whimpery

he keeps going until your hips lift up into him. he stays attached to your pussy and keeps doing what he's doing, knowing he can't stop. needs to keep going to get you to do that thing

suddenly you gasp and go completely quiet. then you moan so loud it's almost a scream. a sobbing sort of thing that's absolutely gorgeous to him. on top of that your hips start wildly shaking along with your legs and your pleasure starts gushing out of you

Tommy moans into your juices and gets closer if that's even possible at that point. he shakes his head so he rubs over your clit side to side while he keeps his tongue abusing that spot inside you. and fuck does he get drenched. he swallows down as much as he can of you and whimpers into it. anything he can't get, drips down his face and drenches his shirt and lap

once you come down you realize he's still going and you can't handle it anymore. you start crying more and weakly kicking your legs out which finally makes Tommy look up. he sees your devastated face and while he thinks the sweat mixed with tears and drool, as well as the tortured pleasure in your eyes is a heavenly sight, he listens to your weak pleas

he finally pulls away and you sigh in relief. Tommy stays away from your pussy (as much as he hates it) and spends his time licking your thighs clean. just a minute away from your pussy makes him whimper and look up at you pleadingly. your legs are still shaking and you shake your head at him

so Tommy whines and starts biting your thighs instead, getting closer and closer to your pussy until he's mouthing right next to it. you're shaking and sweating and still losing a coupe tears when he licks flat over your clit once. then your back arches and you gasp, trying not to make too loud a noise

you know if you moan he's gonna start again and you think he might actually kill you that time. he softly licks over your clit again, wraps his lips around it and you slap a hand over your mouth. but Tommy sees your lack of noise as a sign to keep going and starts sucking on your clit. when his teeth graze over it your hand whips away from your mouth to his hair and you yell out a moan that ends with a broken whine

immediately you know you're in for it. Tommy moans happily and grabs your thighs hard once more. he dives into you again and gets back to his sloppy, needy and enthusiastic pace without hesitation. all you can do is moan, whimper and whine as Tommy makes you see stars over and over again

he's obsessed with making you squirt on his face and listening to your whimpers as he tastes you. he loves the feeling of your heartbeat in your clit, pounding against his tongue

sometimes you can't get him off of your pussy until he's had at least a couple hours of his way with you. he's obsessed with your pussy and a single taste makes him entirely lose his mind. he'd do anything to fall to his knees in front of you

he would spend forever between your thighs if it was up to him

your pussy is his paradise and his salvation. every gush of your juices is a baptism of wonder. you are his goddess and he worships you at every turn

#thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #TCM #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #thomas hewitt smut #texas chainsaw smut #DisastersAreAJoyDrabbles #this was supposed to be a short idea #and then i just couldn't stop #Tommy has been haunting me lately and this just wouldn't stop playing over in my mind #if literally anyone wants this idea more fleshed out and an actual fic lmk #will absolutely write it if only one person says yes #ill probably write it anyways #HES HAUNTING ME AND I LOVE IT

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