#Hoyt

[zombbean]

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

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

@TXChainSawGame creators <3

[weasleycream]

ㅤ ㅤ୭.ᰍㅤ𝅄 ֹ " 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐓 " 🎞️ Ⳋ

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

. .ꕁ⠀ׅ⠀ꕁ⠀໋⠀ꕁ⠀ׅ

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

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

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[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 14

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 4,989 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

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

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

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Chapter 14

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Are there really coyotes around here?” You asked

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You reply with a hint of annoyance in your voice,

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

Charlie laughs and changes the subject,

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

You continue to look out the window,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think like her at all?”

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

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

“Shoot girly, it’s just a question.”

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

“Huh.”

You replied, already feeling defensive, “What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How would you know something like that?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She sets down the teapot and says,

“Did you get a lot done dear?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You headin’ to bed girly?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought you were asleep?” you ask

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

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

You try to divert your nerves with conversation,

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

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

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

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

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

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

You touch the plate and it stings with heat,

“How didn’t that burn you?”

He shrugs, “Thick skin I guess”

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

“That house o’ yers is done huh”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’s amatter?” he asks.

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

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

“Y’can ask me whatever y’want”

A tiny smile hits your lips from his words,

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

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

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

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

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

You smile, “I’m really glad”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Go ‘head then”

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

“Still likin’ what y’see?” he asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Put me there”

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

“Why did you set me here?” you ask.

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

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

He gives you a smug look, “Maybe”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh fuck” you whispered

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What! Why?” you asked furiously

He laughs, “That’s payback, my angel”

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

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

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

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

-Next chapter

[cosmosoracle]

Speaking of absolute brainrot and about the muse being there with only will to hype and overshare but not rp/write, the sketched portraits magic continues with Black Tears' party featuring Lia, Zinnya (@witches-and-weirdos) and Hoyt. Here I go again, imploding over the campaign being on break since almost a year. Send help.

[thirstyshipper]

Vaas, taking out his phone to show a picture: Check this out, this is who I wanna fuck.

Buck: Nice, 10/10

Hoyt: I'd hit, 7/10

Jason: Ayo, that's me.

[spookychick78]

End Of The Line

The events in which are about to be described tell the tale of a young woman who decided to brave the Texas highways alone. A series of unfortunate events lands her in the hands of the most notorious family in Texas history, The Hewitts. A family best known for their brutal crime spree widely referred to as the Texas Chainsaw Massacre. With no help to go for, the young woman found herself at the mercy of the youngest member of the murderous clan, Thomas Hewitt, better known as 'Leatherface'. An unlikely bond was formed during her stay, but the birth of that bond resulted in the breaking of another. The consequences a love so damned can be fatal, but will this be the end of the line?

This will be an original character insert instead of X Reader. I had an idea and I had to run with it. Also, Thomas as far as his look will be based off 'The Beginning', but the story will take place after.

WARNINGS: Violence, language, gore, cannibalism, sexual harassment (HOYT honestly, Hoyt is a warning in himself. I wanted to make him as accurate to the character as possible so just be prepared.)

The chapters in this story will be named after songs just like 'Final Girl' so feel free to listen along🖤

I do not claim any rights to the characters in this story.

Enjoy 🤘🏻

God’s Country

Devil Always Made Me Think Twice

God’s Gonna Cut You Down

Bad For You

Canary

The Thunder Rolls

Let The Rain Come Down

Daylight

Innocent Man

Natural Born Killer

Falling Man

Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

It Just Comes Natural

You Should Probably Leave

Fire Away

Look At Miss Ohio

When I Loved Her

Take Me Back

Nothing Else Matters

Haven’t We Lost Enough?

Black Crow

Black

Broken Halos

Lady Mae

The Burning

Joy Of My Life

Ain’t No Grave

Lost

Jump Mountain Blues

Hey Driver

Silver Lining

[randomly-a-fan]

Character chat on Character.ai with Sheriff Hoyt

I thought I try Character Chat with Sheriff Hoyt from Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning and I'm telling you, it was scary, because he's scary, so I stopped

Me

Character.ai

[swagatron9]

Why do I kinda wanna write a Thomas Hewitt x reader x Hoyt threesome?

[closecry]

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“She looked just the same, they say.”  [Character Similarities]

Far Cry 3 & Far Cry 5 

[greygilberti]

Started watching Walker Independence with my dad and by episode 3 I'm of course shipping the main love interest with the man who's gonna steal HIS girl because as my friend stated "cowboys are inherently gay" AND they're hot men so like 🤷🤷🤷 what else was my gay lil brain supposed to do?

[ker-bee]

[fabulousdowneybrothers]

365 Days of Sprix Records #313 You're The Boss (feat Hoyt Smith) samples used to make the song: Simcity (SNES) A Friend like me (Robin Williams) YouTube Video: https://youtu.be/eXDFUZUGMdI Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/5ZvTgjFoPhknnE7K8qHszb?si=abf9f6090b364d25 YouTube Music https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sk-l95C19KM Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/album/youre-the-boss-feat-hoyt/1064054558?i=1064054807 BandCamp: https://seandowney.bandcamp.com/track/youre-the-boss-feat-hoyt

[whatyadrawin]

The Fruit After The Flesh 18+ -Chapter 16

Minors DNI!

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Approximately 4,061 words

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt (Headcanon) x AFAB reader

This chapters Warnings:  Sexual language and visual depiction of sexual acts, foul language, panic attack experience. This is Slasher smut, be mindful of that and use your discretion.

A/n: I'm going to likely end this series in the next few chapters as it is coming to a natural end, but you can bet there will be more development and smut in future chapters to come. Been super exhausted and mentally unwell lately so bear with me. Chapters will take time between them but I promise you this series will complete. I appreciate everyone's patience. The censored images can be viewed raw on my google doc (By clicking that link you are consenting to seeing graphic adult imagery and you are over 18). Let me know if you want to be in the tag list. I update chapter progress on the masterlist whenever something changes.

Please enjoy this chapter! I worked very hard on it so reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated very much.

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Chapter 16

The day started slow, you were so exhausted from the strenuous workout you got with Tommy from the other day that you slept in quite late. The temperature inside your house was what eventually pushed you out of bed and into the shower for a refreshing rinse. You spent most of the day dealing with emails and a phone call from the company you chose to install the irrigation system for the orchard, it all concluded into a surveyor being scheduled to come out and take measurements and run a cost estimate in the next week or so.

As the day dragged on, the sun began to set and redden the sky which reflected into your home and remined you to meet up with Tommy. You finished off the last of your dinner and got changed into a loose spaghetti strap tank top and some shorts with flip flops, the simple clothing accentuated your freshly curled and volumized hair. You stepped out the front door to make your way down to the main house, the night retained the days heat and the air was thick with humidity. Your excitement grew with each step, -what surprise does he have for me this time?- you keep your focus on the Hewitt house which slowly grew closer as the distance shortened. You were still trying to process the fact that a home so large would one day be yours, it almost felt like a waste to just stay in the small house now. -If I’m going to inherit such a massive property I better start paying for potential repairs or something, maybe I’ll bring it up to Luda Mae and see about updating appliances...-

­­You saw Tommy running towards you from the driveway, he looked like a massive bear in the dark and his speed was frightening. He slowed when he was a few feet away, his breathing was not even slightly elevated which really enforced the fact that he truly is in peak physical fitness. He still had his mask on despite you hoping he would get more used to it being off; he was wearing some cut off jean shorts, a black shirt that was a perfectly too small with cut off sleeves, and he was barefoot. You suppressed a smirk at the obvious reminder of him being a backwoods country boy, shoeless in the night.

“Where’d your shoes run off to?” you jab.

 He lets out a rumbling laugh, “Too hot fer shoes, c’mon now” he made it sound like you were ludicrous for even suggesting them. “Shouldn’t be walkin’ when it’s dark, shoulda gave us a call so I come getcha”

You nod in silence, his worry for you was so sweet. He then takes your hand in his, all you can do is hang onto a single finger since your own hand was too small to grasp around his own.

He raises his hand with yours dangling off his finger and huffs out a chuckle as he inspects the pathetic sight,

“Cute” he says.

You give him a playful nudge on his leg with your foot, “Whatever! I can’t grasp your freaking bear claw with my NORMAL size hand.”

He lets out a hearty burst of laughter, you loved hearing him sound so happy, after months of back and forth with the mystery and awkward feelings, you finally felt like you had made a deep connection, it was an incredible feeling; Not only was he your future husband, but he was also your best friend, something you hadn’t had for a very long time.

You look up at him as you both walked together, “Where are we headed?”

He keeps his gaze forward and replies, “Out t’the pond”

You felt a shiver run down your spine and your movement slowed, Tommy noticed this immediately and stopped walking. He tilted his head in confusion, you couldn’t move and your heart rate rose immediately. He sensed a shift in your body language and knew something was up, you let go of his finger and he turned to you and kneeled down,

“Y’ok baby?”

His honey sweet southern drawl helped to stifle the rising panic attack you could feel festering in your core. You didn’t respond and he took a knee and moved you to sit down on his extended leg, it was like sitting on a stone bench.

He softens his voice to a hushed baritone, “Still scared from what all happened huh.”

You give a hurried nod and tried to focus on a small stone on the gravel road. Tommy picks you up and brings you to the house, when he enters you see that the downstairs lights were mostly shut off save for a few lamps dimmed in each room. He carries you to your room and sets you down gently on the bed, he turns a lamp on and leaves the room. You lay there almost paralyzed from fear, you figured your body would get used to the past since the origin of the danger was now dead and erased from the face of the earth.

Tommy comes back into the room and sets a glass of water on the nightstand next to the bed, he then takes a chair and places it next to the bed facing you.

“Breathe easy now baby, it’s gon be alright.” His words released you from the paralysis and you sowly began to come to your senses.

“I’m so sorry Tommy, I don’t know why this happened” you felt so bad for putting the night to a halt.

A heavy wave of tiredness hit you like a ton of bricks, your eyes began to feel like they weighed hundreds of pounds and you could barely keep them open. You manage to push out some words before you became too weak, “I need… sleep…Tom-“

Tommy knew what was going on and got in the bed and lay down beside you, “S’ok baby just let yer mind rest now”

You were asleep for what felt like years, no dreams, no nightmares, just like you shut down. You slowly woke up to your room still lit softly by the lamp Tommy turned on. Your energy came back to you so quickly that you felt like you just drank a pot of espresso. You were so furious with yourself for ruining Tommy’s surprise and ending the night so fast just because of fear, you were angry at the fact that it felt like that disgusting pig Dover was still terrorizing you from beyond the grave. -This is ridiculous, I’m not going to let him control me, I’m taking a stand!- You had never felt more filled with ire and energy before.

You were pinned to the bed by Tommy’s hulking arm which he draped over you before he fell asleep, it was like a stone barricade preventing you from leaving; you tried to lift it off you but it was so heavy you could barely push it away. Tommy was fast asleep, he slept so quietly, all you could hear were some muted gusts of air coming out of his nose from every exhale. You slunk out of Tommys arm by snaking your body from underneath eventually getting free, you smirk to yourself thinking you were so slick until Tommy grunted and spoke,

“Where y’goin’ hun?” his voice was gravely from sleep.

You freeze and try to give a calm response, “Just going to the bathroom, I’ll be back”

He turned onto his back and closed his eyes, “Hurry n’ get on back here baby, come n’ keep me comp’ny”

His breathing immediately turned back into quiet breaths again and you slunk out of the room, he looked so inviting just lying there with his little shorts on and his shirt crinkled up exposing his fluffy stomach, but you were on a mission and had the determination of a scorned god. ­-I want to get myself to the pond, in the dark, on my own! If I can do that then I can overcome this shit I just know it!-

You opened the front door as quietly as you could, and tip toed out onto the porch turning to close the door behind you carefully. Each step on the wooden porch felt like it was the loudest thing ever, soft creaks would come out from the planks and you were scared of it waking someone and ruin your plan. You felt exhilarated, it was like you were a teenager again trying to sneak out to meet with your best friend to go drink at lake Wahtopanah. The night air was still flooded with heat, you finally got off the last of the porch and decided to speed walk away as silently as possible, you managed to get to the silo without raising suspicion and then sprinted as fast as you could to the forest. Your eyes adjusted quickly to the dark, bits of moonlight shone in through the trees and lit up your path.

Your confidence and anger made you feel powerful, like you could take on a thousand Dover’s. You slowed down to catch your breath and when you looked up you saw a dim yellow light in the distance towards the pond. You got closer and noticed the area of the pond was surrounded with a tall fence of solid wood, each plank was so close to the other that it created no slits to see through. You enter the entrance gap in the planks and walk through a fenced in hallway lined with hanging bulbs, at the end of the hallway is a big door with something carved on it ‘Y/N’s pond’ you smiled and felt your anger melt away. You can’t believe he put up a whole fence so quickly, he really was the most romantic man to have ever lived.

You push on the door but it didn’t budge, you noticed the handle had a lock on it. Out of the blue, a large hand passes by you from behind holding a key, it’s Tommy. You turn around swiftly and see him looking down at you with a stern expression, this time his face was without a mask.

You blush “I-I’m sorry I just needed to do this myself. I wanted to face my fears…”

He unlocks the door shaking his head at you,

“I know baby, I just wish you’d take m'warnin'. The dark ain’t no place fer a lil lady t’go wanderin’ about. ‘least not without me ‘round”

You tug on his shirt to get him to bend his head down, you prop yourself up on your tip toes and give him a loving kiss on the lips, then say,

“I’ll be a good girl next time I promise”

He hums and smiles lowering his eyelids slightly to gaze at you,

“I’s worried y’know. If I ain’t ‘round who knows what you’d get into.”

You tilt your head to the side and clasp your hands together low on your hips as you bite your lips and look up at him, one leg bent at the knee rocking your foot back and forth,

“Pwease fowgive me Tommy, I pwomise I’ll nevew wun off again” you made an effort to sound as silly and cute as possible, emphasizing your breasts being squished together by your arms for added effect.

Tommy laughs and looks away pretending to be annoyed, “Y’gon drive me crazy woman”

You turn around and open the door, the hallway continues and the floor becomes the wood planks set there previously from Tommy’s first surprise. The hallway widens up to the dock which now has a tall open wood frame where lights and heavy outdoor lamps now hang; The fence circles the entire pond and is so tall that it has intense privacy, and the lights all along the perimeter brighten the area up with a comfortable yellow glow. You were awestruck, and had no words for how happy this made you. Tommy walked up beside you,

“So, uh… y’like it?” he sounded nervous.

You turned to look at him, your jaw still hung open from the shock of it all,

“Like it? Tommy, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Is it seriously all for me?”

He smiled,

“O’course it is baby, I wanna make sure y’get everythin’ y’want or need taken care of.”

He began excitedly pointing out the things he had done and why, like a child showing their parent the treehouse they made,

“I put that there door on so’at no one gets in w’thout y’knowin’, n’ the fence has not one slit so no peekin’ n’ theres a walkway so y’can get ‘round easy, it should be safe as a mama birds nest now.”

You walk up to him and place your arms around his body as best you could, you wanted to squeeze him as hard as possible to show how much this meant to you.

He gently hugs back and says, “Guess I did good then huh?”

“You’re more man than I could ask for Tommy, this is so selflessly thoughtful.”

He lets out some air from his nose, “Well good then, I need t’work t’deserve ya”

You look up at him, “Deserve me? You went through hell yet you still are so caring and loving, especially to me.”

He looked away and his face had a forlorn expression, you knew he was the same as Luda Mae, always clinging onto the hope of retribution for the devastating crimes he was pushed to commit. He loosened his hug,

“I fear I ain’t no good fer ya. Every dang day I ‘member what I did n’ can’t barely stand t’live with m’self. But… y’came ‘round n’ made that feelin’ quiet down” he sounded crestfallen.

You let go of him and went to look in the water, you were about to try something a little risky to get him out of this self-deprecating mood. You pretended to see something in the water,

“Tommy, come look at this, what the hell am I seeing?” you tried to sound sincere and curious if not slightly alarmed.

He came and stood over you, trying to see what you did,

“What y’lookin’ at?” he asks.

You point to a dark spot on the water, “I don’t know what that is, a fish? Come closer to look or you won’t see it well.”

He kneeled down next to you and leaned over to search for the source of your inquiry; You stood up to pretend to get closer to the edge to look and swiftly pushed him as hard as you could into the pond. The splash he made sent large waves of water outward from the source of impact, not unlike that of a glacier falling into the ocean.

You start laughing hysterically, Tommy stands up in the water, his hair hanging over his face. If you gave him leather pants, a black earring and a thick leather bracelet he would have looked like the lead singer for a heavy metal band. Tommy wipes the hair from his eyes and tries to grab you to pull you in but you jumped back just in time.

“Y’lil demon.” he said with a smile, “Y’gon come in or what? Gettin’ lonely in here”

You give a sly look and begin to slowly remove your clothing, turning the dock into a stage for a strip tease. Tommy watched closely with each movement, the more skin he saw the more excited he got. You turned away from him when your shirt came off to tease your reveal, then you dropped your shorts down and stepped out of them gently, leaving only a red underwear showing. Tommy stood there and crossed his arms trying to act like this display wasn’t unraveling his mind into a horny mess.

You turned to face him and dropped the shirt to expose your breasts, you lifted them and pressed them together sensually with your hands, then began to slowly remove the underwear, letting it fall softly to the dock floor. You were now entirely nude, the summer air swirled around your skin; You slinked up to the edge of the dock bending over to look at Tommy more closely, he was so tall that he was basically face to face with you from the water as you knelt.

“Sit down” he commanded

You blushed at his demand and obeyed, you let your legs dangle off the side into the water. Tommy stood between your legs and brought your face in for a passionate kiss, he ran his free hand down to your sternum and playfully pushed you back, you caught yourself with your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Stay there” he growled.

Tommy spread open your legs exposing your already fluid slick folds, you felt a bit of embarrassment at him gazing so intently into such a private spot until he lowered his head down and pressed his mouth onto your clit, sending a shockwave up your chest forcing a loud moan out. Tommy ran his thick tongue all up and down your cunt, the more he lapped up of your juices the more feral he became as if your wetness was a drug.

You lean your head back and lay on the wood, he flicked your clit with his tongue and sucked on it creating a ripple effect of arousal flood down from your navel to your hole causing it to open and close slightly with each clench. Tommy felt the pulsation and slipped his tongue deep into your vaginal opening while pressing his nose into your swollen nub. You were gasping for air, exhausted by the rapid fire mewls and moans you were uncontrollably emitting, Tommy was so good with his tongue that it started to feel overpowering and you tried to pull away but he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer making you scream with intense pleasure.

You had a tight coil form in your core, it tightened harder with each flick of his tongue, and when Tommy slid one finger into your opening you couldn’t restrain yourself and that coil released with a powerful orgasm that made you buck into Tommy’s mouth. He slowed his licking and took some breaths as you twitched from the remaining sparks of release. You were panting from how intense that felt, Tommy came up from below and looked at you to make sure you were smiling.

“Got y’back for that work y’did on me in th’basement” he gruffed.

You looked up at Tommy, he had a smug smirk on his face and with how he just made you feel, he earned it.

“That was unbelievable, was I… ok down there?”

You couldn’t help but feel a little insecure about your natural scent thanks to years of feminine hygiene commercials indoctrinating an entire bloodline of generations with fairytale expectations.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, “That there’s the sweetest tastin’ fruit I ever ate. Almost couldn’t pull m’self away.”

Your body was still brimming with ecstasy, and Tommy looked especially sexy all wet and commanding. You sat up and began to lift off his shirt, he did nothing to stop you and helped to get it removed, tossing it on the dock beside you in a sopping pile. You touched his chest all over and squeezed his pecs,

“I want more”

Tommy smiled and moved in closer, “Y’ready fer more huh? Greedy woman”

You lean back and he starts to lower his head to go a second round but you put your hand on his forehead to stop him,

“What y’stoppin’ me for?” he asks.

“I want to get fucked by you” you plead, pointing to where his shorts are strained.

Tommys eyes widen and he hurriedly begins to remove his shorts, “Y’don’t need t’ask me twice baby”

His dick sprung out from his shorts and was already twitching with excitement, he lunged and grabbed your upper arms pulling you off the dock and into his embrace. He held you up and you straddled him, you kissed his lips with an eager pressure and he reciprocated by slipping his tongue past your lips. He took you to the other side of the pond, you barely noticed as both your lips were locked in a heavy make out. Tommy pulled his face away and smiled,

“Look, s’the last part I didn’t show ya.” He pointed at a small clearing out of the water.

You saw a beautiful moss-covered area where he placed a soft blanket and more tall poles to drape large lanterns. He lifted you past the reeds and came out of the water placing you down on the blanket, you look up at him, he looked like a giant and his cock was still at full mast tantalizing you. Tommy lay down overtop of you and enclosed your body under his, with his arms creating a barrier. He gave you a kiss and then used his legs to spread yours so he could be situated snug between them. He positioned himself further down and angled his head to meet with your entrance, slowly pressing himself in and then pulling away, pushing his penis a little further inside each time until you loosened up and he was able to bottom you out with ease.

You hummed and breathed deeply, the sensation of him inside you felt so incredible that you pulled him in with your legs, he got the hint and began to pump with more aggression. The thrusts intensified and immediately electrified your nerve endings with a sinful sensation.

“I been waitin’ all day fer this baby, I been dreamin’ of ya.” His deep voice rumbled your chest with each word, the yearning just made you slip into ecstasy.

Tommy leaned back and took hold of your thighs, lifting your hips to meet his, your entire lower half was hovering above the ground as he pushed into you with a quickened pace. You were being completely controlled and your movements were not your own, he held onto you and pulled you forward and back on his cock like you were a dirty toy. You loved every minute of it, the deeper he plunged in, the closer to orgasm you got.

His cock was perfectly shaped to fit your pussy, each thick vein was like an extra stimulation, his glans had an incredibly rare lifted lip edge that made it feel like he was scratching an impossible to reach itch. You were a moaning mess, and before you could attempt any movement, he raised you up so you could hang onto his torso while he rammed into you. He lifted and lowered you with intensity, you could feel your walls clenching down on him ready to blow at any moment.

“Ah, baby yer so tight, I’m gonna cum.” He gasped.

He lowered you back down onto the ground and pressed your legs far back so your feet were near your head and he pushed into you hard. You were experiencing euphoria until it became hyper focused into a rush of fire,

“Don’t sto-stop, don’t stop Tommy I’m cumming!” you scream.

You feel surges of orgasm pulse through every inch of your body, and as you moaned and squirmed Tommy lets out a loud groan and you feel that familiar fluid pump into you filling you up as far as it could until it spilled out with his cock still gently thrusting. Tommy was breathing heavily, still over top of you, his head pressed against yours. You lay flat and splayed yourself out in exhaustion, your body was relaxed and your energy spent. Tommy slowly pulled out of you and lay next to you, cum spilled out of your hole and you felt it dribble down your folds and past your anus, dripping salaciously onto the blanket like a filthy faucet.

“I’m too tired to head back, can we just sleep here?” you ask.

He nodded and said, “s’already late anyway. C’mere”

He turned and put his arm over you, and you turn your back to him becoming the little spoon in this embrace. The temperature outside had cooled and his body heat kept you warm and comfortable. That night, you had the best sleep of your life in the arms of the best man in your life.

[cosmosoracle]

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End Of The Line

Chapter 21: Black Crow

Thomas Hewitt X AFAB!OC

Warnings: Language, Violence

Word Count 2K+

Luda had kept her mouth shut for days, days that felt like decades. She hadn't dared challenge Hoyt when she awoke to Ronnie's screams. She knew better than to interfere, even when it pertained to her sweet Thomas, but she had reached her limit. Hoyt didn't seem to have any intention of releasing them, at least not for the foreseeable future and she couldn't help but fear the worst, especially when it had been so silent. She hadn't heard a sound from them since that night. She felt responsible, she had been the one to encourage their escape and in doing so, damned them to their imprisonment. There wasn't much she could do, she knew that, she only had her words and she wasn't confident those would do any good either. She'd have to be stern and Hoyt made that difficult. He was a near perfect imitation of his father, hardened, cold and unmovable. She feared him in that sense. He had never hit her, but she always got the impression she was one wrong move away from punishment, just as it was with her old lover. However, now was not the time for weakness. It was not only her son's life at stake, it was an innocent's. Her grandchild would die down there along with them if she didn't do something.

She heard the front door slam and her breath hitched. That old familiar dread from years before filled her chest and her words abandoned her mind. She scrambled to gather her thoughts once more as he strode into the room and set his hat down on the table. She watched him apprehensively as he pulled a chair back and collapsed into it to work on the lace of his boots. She took a deep breath in an attempt to slow her steadily increasing pulse, that's when he looked up at her from under his heavy brow.

"What are you lookin' at?" He muttered as he continued to unravel the string.

Luda's jaw clenched at his grisly tone. She tried to recall when she had let her authority slip, or if she ever truly had any over him at all. From the time he could speak, he made her uneasy, perhaps that's what had led them there. Sure, she was his 'mama', but he had not one ounce of respect for her, if she was being honest. That's why she stood there with her heart pounding to the point of discomfort in her chest and sweat in the palms of her hands.

"You can't keep them down there, Hoyt," Luda said just loud enough for him to hear.

He let out that sinister chuckle of his as he tossed one of his boots to the side, "They're still down there, ain't they? Reckon that means I can."

His hands moved to the other shoe and he didn't bother acknowledging her as he spoke. Luda's fists began to clench at his indifference to her words. It irritated her more than it usually did that day. Her eyes narrowed and her jaw tightened further as words bubbled up to leave her mouth without thought.

"Where did I go wrong with you, Charlie?"

His grip tightened around the lace before his hands froze. His body tensed as his eyes shifted under his brow to find her. His indifference had been replaced with all the contempt he kept just below his surface.

"The hell you just call me?" He muttered as he held her firm under his cruel gaze.

"Your name," Luda spat back through her tightly grit teeth.

He was silent for a moment as he waited for her to back down, but for the first time in years, she didn't. Her gaze was just as unmoving as his, though hiding her fear of him proved more difficult than she had expected. He looked more like his father than she'd ever noticed before.

"That ain't my name," Hoyt said sinisterly, "not no more."

He kicked his other boot off and pushed himself out of the chair. Luda took her opportunity to breathe once he had finally looked away from her. Part of her screamed for her to submit and drop it, but somewhere inside she found resilience and she wasn't going to let it go to waste.

"That ain't what I asked you," she said quickly, just before that whimpering voice within her won.

He stopped in his tracks. His wicked grin pulled at his lips as he cocked his head to the side in agitation.

"I think that's somethin' you oughta ask yourself, mama," he said as he listened to the sound of her frightened breath whistling through her nose.

Frightened he thought to himself, fear. Ronnie's words clawed their way out of the back of his mind with a vengeance. They brought with them rage, unlike any he'd ever felt to think she'd be smirking at the knowledge that she had been entirely right. He could feel his mother's eyes watching him with apprehension, fearful of whatever his next move would be. He felt himself shaking internally as heat built up in his hands. He was buzzing with anger, a finger hovering over the trigger of a loaded gun, contemplating, but dying to shoot.

He started to turn back towards her and the way her breath hitched once more didn't go unnoticed. She couldn't hide it from him, her furrowed brow twitched over her widened eyes as if she was on the verge of tears just at the sight of him. He studied that expression for a long while, the silence between them fueling a fire no one in that house would be able to extinguish once it caught.

"There's where you went wrong," he whispered to her.

Luda forced herself to swallow her discomfort enough to form words as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other, though the movement felt unnatural, forced, "What's that supposed to mean?"

He laughed at the way her voice cracked, but ultimately let the sound die out again before he answered, "I ain't ever seen you look at him the way you're lookin' at me."

"I don't," Luda started weakly, but Hoyt was quick to stop her.

"That deformed bastard I got locked in your basement, that's your son, huh?" He said harshly, which forced her mouth to snap shut, "but I ain't."

He let those words hang for a moment. The part of him named Charlie waited with hopes she'd rebuke the claim, but Hoyt knew better. He knew not to let it hurt when her mouth opened only to close again and leave him with an inaudible confirmation. His head started to nod as her's shook.

"You are," she said under her breath.

He could taste her dishonesty in the air between them and he let it fester deep within as if it hadn't already been for years. What used to cause pain had become a source of strength for Hoyt. It was another cold layer around his hardened heart, more coal to feed that wicked fire within. It justified each and every vile thing he was born to do.

"You think I buy that? You think I believe you ever looked at me any other way than how you are now?"

He took a step forward and observed how quickly she stepped back, "I ain't ever seen you flinch for him either," he said under his breath, "you think I don't see what you're doin'?"

Luda felt that resilience she'd found before steadily losing it's breath as he came closer to smother it in his cold gaze. His eyes were darker than ever, she could see whatever sanity he may have had coming apart at the seams. He became more unhinged with each word he spat out at her.

"I know what it looks like, I've seen you do it before," he said with that cold laugh, "I saw it when you brought that dirty, mewlin' excuse of a boy through that front door. Nobody in their right mind woulda brought that thing home, but you? You were just lookin' for anything to fill the hole daddy left you with, the one I couldn't fix. You needed to replace me, 'cause the whiskey wudn't doin' the trick, was it? It didn't do a damn thing to wash away my face, daddy's face, but Tommy did. He helped you forget me, even if you couldn't get rid of me, even though I was right there, your own flesh and blood, you forgot me. You never had trouble lookin' at him, did you? Never hesitated, not once, to call him your son, to love him, to make him feel wanted. That all came natural, but no, not me. I was the deformed one, wudn't I? I was the one you couldn't stand to look at from the moment I came outta you and you've been lookin' for a goddamn replacement ever since."

"That's not true," Luda said with wet eyes and a shaken voice.

"Liar," Hoyt screamed, "then why not me, huh? I wudn't a thought in your mind when that bitch walked in here, was I? You ain't never talked about marryin' me off, have you? It was always Tommy, you want Tommy to give you your precious grand babies. It didn't occur to you anyone would want me, 'cause you sure as shit didn't. I wudn't good enough to get the girl, wudn't good enough to carry on the family name and I wudn't good enough for you. No, but that child, that bastard that ain't even your blood, it's good enough, idn't it? Don't matter how ugly it may be, how useless it is, it won't have to do a goddamn thing for you to call it yours. Just like her, just like Tommy. My greatest sin was bein' your blood. In your eyes I was damned before I was even born and I've been payin' for it ever since. Oh, but that ain't true, either, huh?"

Luda pressed herself against the wooden walls and lowered her head, "Its not," she sobbed as he towered over her.

"It is," Hoyt whispered as he pressed his forehead hard against her's, hard enough to hurt, "stop lyin', mama. Just confess."

She squeezed her eyes shut to let tears fall to her feet as she shook her head adamantly, but he only pressed harder. He exhaled and let out an aggravated growl at the end of his breath. His fist found the wall beside her head and she jumped.

"Say it now," he said under his breath.

"I don't know what you want, Charlie," Luda sobbed before his fist slammed into the wall once more.

"Charlie's dead, you buried him yourself, you know that," he said in an eerily calm voice, "now tell me why."

"I don't-"

"Tell me why you did that, tell me you hate me, tell me the goddamn truth," he finally yelled.

"I hate you," Luda screamed as she shoved him off of her.

The silence that followed her confession was deafening. Hoyt made no movement, instead he waited for her to continue. He wanted her to put that final nail in Charlie's coffin, he needed her to, because then what would he have to lose?

"I hate you," she repeated in a whisper, more to herself than anything.

She'd never even allowed herself to think it, but there it was, out in the open. The truth. The reason for everything that had befallen the Hewitts, the reason for the damnation of anyone that walked through that door. Hatred.

"I never wanted you," she continued with her eyes to the ground, "you were a punishment for the sin I committed in marryin' your father, for lovin' someone so vile, for not learnin' to hate him sooner. Oh, but I did learn, only it was too late. He figured it out, figured out that I was gonna leave and no one left him. Not without payin' a price and that was you. You were forced upon me, Hoyt. Conceived out of hatred to be hated, that was the idea and boy was it a good one on his part, wudn't it? Cause I've suffered ever since and I guess that's what he wanted."

She paused and gathered enough courage to look up at Hoyt. His eyes were no longer on her, instead they were at her feet, wide and vacant. For a moment, she pitied him.

"I tried, Hoyt. I really did, but from the moment you could walk, I saw it. You were born to be cruel and you never could be anything else, didn't seem to matter what I did. Tommy proved that. Maybe havin' to watch you destroy him was my punishment for hatin' you," she said with a sniffle.

His eyes didn't move. He let each word sink in deep, but before he could stop himself, one last plea escaped his mouth.

"What do I have to do?"

Luda considered his question carefully as she studied his unsettlingly still frame, "What are you askin' me?"

"What do I have to do to make you proud?"

Now she considered her own words. Part of her felt it would be foolish to trust that what she had just said had broken down his walls, if anything she imagined they'd only further his need to destroy. Then again, this was her one opportunity. He was asking her what she wanted. Perhaps he was desperate enough for acceptance to relent.

"Let them go, Hoyt," she whispered.

He quickly returned his focus to her and those eyes of his screamed danger. The chuckle he let out made Luda's blood run cold.

"Please," she begged.

"So I can watch you love another bastard while you orphan me again?"

"They'll die down there," Luda whispered.

"That's the idea," Hoyt spat before he strode to the front door.

It fell shut after him and Luda let her head fall as she released a pained sob. She almost let herself fall apart completely, until the door opened once more. She quickly lifted her head as Hoyt strode past her, an axe in his grip and her eyes went wide.

"What are you doin'?"

"Givin' you want you want," he muttered as he continued into the other room.

"No, Hoyt please, you don't have to do this," Luda pleaded as she hurried after him.

She stumbled over her feet, but managed to grab hold of his sleeve. She yanked his arm back only to be faced with the axe to her neck.

"Maybe I do," he whispered as his cold blue eyes bore into her's.

He pressed it's edge a little harder against her exposed skin until a small drop of blood trickled over the metal, "Maybe I should," he said as he watched it fall.

She tried to pull away, but he quickly grabbed the back of her head with his free hand to hold her still. As he watched her squeeze her eyes shut, he pictured it. In his mind's eye he saw himself swing that axe back to cut clean right through her. He wondered if it would give him relief, if desecrating the root of all of his problems would cure him. With that thought, he pressed just a little harder until Luda let out a pained hiss. His own hands began to shake with anticipation and his teeth bore down on each other so hard he expected them to shatter. But in reality, Hoyt didn't want to be cured, not in the slightest.

She felt him pull back and she braced herself for the blow, but it didn't befall her. Instead she heard the axe carve into the floorboards beside her. She opened her eyes as he pried it out only to slam it right back down. He repeated that action over and over until he had made a hole the size of a watermelon in the middle of the floor. Then he tossed the axe down beside him and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"There," he muttered as he observed his handiwork, "now you can feed 'em."