i like your new face.

Leatherface indie roleplay | 21+ written by grim

[jedsdeadxbaby]

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about:

This is a sideblog, and I follow back from my main @grimmusings. Please direct IMs there, since it's easier for me to keep all my messages on one blog. It's also easier to start interactions with me there, where I regularly post open starters and meme prompts. For a full list of rules, see my main. Honesty hour questions will largely be answered IC and treated as anonymous unless signed by a muse.

This is a multimuse blog for canon characters from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre franchise. Their portrayals are pulled from a variety of films and hugely influenced by personal headcanons, so please be sure to read the verse information below before interacting. That said, I'm always happy to tweak my verses to include Sawyer/Hewitt family muses from any of the films or video games, and I'll do my best to adapt them to your lore. (I've read up on the video game but haven't played it, so bear with me on that. I'm happy to wing it, but you may have to walk me through anything detailed.) All details vary based on verse, and I'm happy to write them into crossovers or AUs.

And now, some warnings! Many of these characters are villains, and I will be writing them as such. This blog will explore themes of murder, cannibalism, torture, body horror, captivity, abusive households, and toxic relationships, among others. If you’re not comfortable with those, that’s perfectly fine, but this isn’t the blog for you. I will check with you before anything major so we can better plot things out. Likewise, if you prefer to plot their death or capture, I’m happy to work with you on that. Being a villain has consequences, but communication is key. I'm also happy to ship them, but any ships are going to be problematic af, so keep that in mind.

muses:

♢ Carl Hartman ⭒ Scott Eastwood ♢ Heather Sawyer ⭒ Alexandra Daddario ♢ Jackson Sawyer ⭒ Sam Strike ♢ Jedidiah Sawyer ⭒ Gunnar Hansen ♢ Tex Sawyer ⭒ Viggo Mortensen ♢ Thomas Hewitt ⭒ Andrew Bryniarski

verses:

canon (+/-): This verse follows the Leatherface (2017) plotline where Jedidiah Sawyer is raised in a family of cannibals and resists it as a child. He's reluctant to kill and tries to help their victims. When all the Sawyer and Hewitt children are taken to state and foster homes, he continues to try to look out for the other kids. He's working as an orderly when some of the inmates attack and escape, and he's reluctantly pulled along. A horrific accident causes the brain damage and facial disfigurement that leads to Jed becoming Leatherface. (fc: Sam Strike)

horror!verse: This verse follows the previous and picks up the plotlines of Texas Chainsaw 3D (2013), where Jedidiah Sawyer is one of the last remaining survivors of the Sawyer/Hewitt families. Though he largely lives in hiding to stay off the town's radar, he's very dedicated to protecting whatever family he has left. Jed is extremely suggestible and largely follows his family's lead at this point. Also includes any events that take place before the town burns the Sawyer family farm (and events/muses from the other films/game as needed.)

the beginning: This is Thomas Hewitt's verse, based on The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) and The Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning (2006). The Hewitts adopted him as a baby, and he was bullied growing up because of a facial deformity. When the town died, Charles Hewitt encouraged the family to turn to murder and cannibalism to survive. The child Erin escapes with is his nephew, Jedidiah Sawyer, who's returned home and grows up to follow in his uncle's footsteps, where the above verses pick up.

[classicfilmpunk]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003) dir. Marcus Nispel

[jedsdeadxbaby]

[ forest ] our muses have sex in a forest

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Tex knew these woods backwards and forwards. To be fair, so did most of the Sawyers, but there was no reason for them to be out this far today. As long as he checked all the traps on the way back, he could justify taking Alex out there with him. He'd been after a little peace and quiet away from the rest of the family, and the forest was the best place for that, nothing but the gentle sounds of the breeze through the trees and the occasional skitter of a small animal in the brush.

He wasn't opposed to other reasons for alone time with Alex though, and he didn't mind it when their hike turned into hungry kisses pressed up against a tree and warm hands sliding beneath clothes. The fact that Alex could stab him with his own hunting knife and make a run for it at any time had crossed his mind. He just didn't care. He knew he shouldn't want him--for so many reasons--but it was rapidly becoming an addiction to the way he tasted and smelled, the way Tex could make his body shiver and quake for him.

"So fuckin' pretty," he murmured between fevered kisses, breaths coming in gasps as every roll of his hips came a little harder and faster.

[jedsdeadxbaby]

It was still a novelty every time Alex didn't recoil from him, the way he leaned into him or reached for him rapidly becoming an addiction he couldn't get enough of. He could understand why Mama had tried to beat it out of him. It was dangerous, this feeling, this wanting. It made him stupid and reckless, and even knowing it, he still wanted him.

"Yeah," he confirmed, head tilting to kiss him again. It was a challenge keeping that hunger on a leash, even after a lifetime of practice, and nobody tested it like Alex. Knowing these weren't quick, stolen moments in one of the sheds put an added thrill of temptation in it. Nobody was likely to walk in on them here.

"Nothin' straight here." An answering smile flickered across his lips, crooked and uncertain. It wasn't a joke he was comfortable making with literally anyone else, but Alex was the one person he didn't have to hide from. His lips trailed along his jaw, hands sliding beneath his shirt and pressing against the warm skin of his back.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

The kitchen stank of grease, blood, and something worse — the sour-sweet rot that never quite left the air no matter how many times the floor was scrubbed. The overhead bulb flickered, throwing long shadows across the counter where knives gleamed under a film of oil. Alex stood near the wall, shoulders stiff, trying to stay out of the light and out of the way. The Sawyer family filled the room like a storm, voices raised and mean, circling Tex with that same cruel energy they turned on everything else.

Alex didn’t look at them directly — not when they were like this. His eyes found the cracked tile by his feet instead, the one stained a permanent reddish brown, hoping the floor might open up and swallow him whole. But he couldn’t help catching pieces of it: the slam of a hand on the table, the snap in Tinker's voice, the way Alfredo laughed like it was all a joke. Venom was spit in every direction, vicious and violent as ever. But it hurt to watch — more than Alex wanted to admit.

When they finally left, muttering down the hall and slamming the screen door on their way out, the silence that followed was deafening. The kitchen seemed to breathe again, the only sounds the hum of the fridge and the slow creak of Tex’s boots on the floor. Alex didn’t move at first, afraid to break whatever fragile peace had settled. Then he swallowed, voice low and unsure, words barely more than a breath.

“You didn’t deserve that,” he said softly, eyes flicking toward Tex but not holding his gaze. “None of it.”

@jedsdeadxbaby

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Alex flinched at the sweetheart—not because it stung, but because he could hear how thin it was, how carefully Tex had wrapped it around himself like a shield with cracks already running through it. He pushed off the wall before he could talk himself out of it, crossing the kitchen in a few quiet steps. Not close enough to crowd him. Just close enough to be there. His gaze finally lifted, steady this time, meeting Tex’s without flinching. “That’s not the same thing,” he said gently. “I’m here because I want to be. Because you didn’t do anything wrong.” His fingers curled at his sides, resisting the urge to reach out when he saw the tremor in Tex’s hands. “And you don’t deserve to be… carved up like that just for existing.”

The kitchen still felt wrong—too big, too empty now—but Alex grounded himself in the little things: the rhythm of Tex’s breathing, the scrape of his boots, the way the fridge hummed like it was trying to fill the silence for them. “You don’t have to joke,” he added quietly, voice low so it wouldn’t carry. “Not with me.” A pause. Then, softer still, like it was something fragile he didn’t want to drop. “You’re not a problem to fix. And you’re not alone in this room. Not right now.”

He hesitated, then shifted a fraction closer, careful, offering instead of taking. “If you need a minute,” Alex said, eyes dropping briefly to Tex’s shaking hands before lifting again, “I can stay. Or I can give you space. Just—” His throat tightened, but he finished it anyway. “Don’t tell yourself this is what you’re worth. Because it isn’t.”

[jedsdeadxbaby]

"Didn't have to do anything. Came out wrong from the beginning. Factory defect." That brave attempt at a smile wavered and failed, and he ran a shaking hand over the light stubble on his jaw. Tex knew he'd gotten lucky in many ways with his family. He could blend in with normal people in a way Bubba never could, at least for a time. He was handsome, charming, decently socialized. But there was still that wrongness inside him, beyond all the other ways the Sawyers were objectively wrong.

"What d'you know about it?" The words lacked any punch, no anger to draw on right now. He didn't have the energy to be mad about this, not when it was true. It ached all the more, Alex's softness, his willingness to help even though Tex has never done anything to deserve his help, except maybe not kill him. The lowest of low bars. If he'd been a little less kind, it would have been easier to hate him. But since he couldn't, not even a little, not even close, he could always make Alex hate him instead. The old Sawyer standby.

His voice dropped so it wouldn't waver or carry beyond the kitchen and Alex. "We both know they're right. That I'm--" He couldn't finish that sentence. It was the closest he'd ever come to admitting it out loud to anyone. He expected Alex to recoil and was already braced for the impact, that weariness inside him almost overwhelming. It was exhausting to carry that secret around, even if it wasn't entirely a secret. It would be easier if Alex just hated him too. Then maybe he could squash this silly infatuation with him.

[vyrulent]

starter call || @grimmusings / @jedsdeadxbaby ( Thomas )

Harper was no stranger to the strangeness that rural towns offered up in the way of neighbors. Back home, there'd been a plethora of strange people with their little idiosyncrasies.

But her neighbors -- or her uncle's neighbors to be more precise -- were a very strange group of people, indeed. She gave the noises up to them clearing parts of the pastures with a chainsaw, nothing more and nothing less.

Standing on the other side of the fence, Harper reached into the small feed bucket and threw feed onto the ground as red hens rushed to peck at the ground for their nightly nutrients. A hand touched her growing belly as she felt the eeriness of being watched.

Please don't let it be a fucking big cat, Harper thought.

"Is someone out there?"

[jedsdeadxbaby]

Thomas kept his distance from what was left of the town. They didn't like him, and he'd swiftly learned not to like them either, any goodwill he might have once possessed squandered by bullying and his Uncle Charlie's …peculiar way of looking at things.

So it went without saying he hadn't approached the new neighbor. He'd grudgingly begun to find her interesting though. He didn't often have the opportunity to observe people in secret, but the surrounding trees provided plenty of cover and he knew them better than he knew his own face.

She was a pretty little thing in the family way. He'd waited for her husband to turn up, prepared to hate them both all the more for their happiness, but it never happened. Uncle said it was a sin. He'd always been very vocal about such things, but Tommy had never witnessed his Uncle's vengeful god in action. She didn't look like a sinner. In her way, she looked as alone as he was.

Thomas hadn't spoken for years, and he didn't answer when she called out, merely drifting deeper into the shadows. A squirrel in a nearby tree startled and bolted into the open.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

Robin wasn't entirely sure when she'd stopped questioning things. At some point, the absurdity had become normal. Maybe it was the first time she watched Jesse and Jed argue over dinner like ordinary brothers. Maybe it was the day she realized she could identify the sound of each truck pulling into the driveway. Maybe it was when she caught herself worrying whether one of the twins had remembered to eat lunch.

Whatever the reason, standing in the middle of the Ashworth property waiting for a family gathering no longer ranked particularly high on her list of concerns. Even when that family gathering involved the Sawyers.

The arrival of the Texas family had turned the property louder than usual. Robin had eventually found herself gravitating toward the only other person present who occupied a position similar to her own.

Alex. It turned out there was a strange comfort in talking to someone who understood exactly how bizarre their situation was. The announcement of the hunt hadn't surprised either of them. Neither had the fact that they were the prey.

Now they were making their way toward the starting point past the ranch in the middle of the property while the families remained by the house, giving them a few minutes before the game officially began. The rules had been explained as casually as if someone were discussing the weather. Robin and Alex would be given a head start. Once they reached their starting marker, the old iron dinner bell hanging beside the Ashworth house would be rung. That sound meant run.

“So,” Robin asked as they walked away from the Ashworths and Sawyers, “how did they get you?”

“Broken down car.” Alex answered casually with a small twitch in the corner of his mouth. “You?”

“Same…in a way. My car broke down and I was staying in town. Went on a date with the town butcher. Then made the mistake of taking a hike the next day.” She paused with a sigh, still finding it hard to believe everything that happened to led her to that moment. “I fell into one of the twins’ traps. Jesse pulled me out and brought me here. Jed came home and turns out he is the town butcher. Tried to kill me. Jesse ironically saved me. And yeah, here I am.”

“Jesus. I thought I had it rough.”

“Not going to lie, I think you win with the big guy holding the chainsaw.” She gave a wary glance over her shoulder back at them before her attention snapped forward again.

“Bubba? He’s actually not bad once it’s been established you’re not food. Very well established.” They came to a stop at the supposed starting point in the backyard.

“Don’t go down the mountain.” She warned.

“You mean towards freedom?”

“Yeah. They thought of that. The twins deactivated and covered all of the traps straight ahead and everywhere up the side of the mountain.” She pointed, trying to show the line the best she could as Jed had shown it to her. “But if you go down, you’re considered fair game.”

“Wasn’t planning on it, but good to know.” Rocking back on his heels, he studied the line where she was pointing. Tex had lectured him thoroughly on their way there about the twins and their traps. He had also been warned about the barn.

“You know the sad thing? I wasn’t planning on it either.” She looked over her shoulder to Jed, the corners of her mouth twitched upwards into soft smile, and then turned to Alex. “Do we have Stockholm Syndrome?”

“Yeah, probably. But can you acknowledge having Stockholm while having Stockholm?” Alex countered with a raised brow.

“Oh, good point. That probably says more about us than it does them.” Pulling a hair tie out of her pocket, she pulled her blonde locks back into a high pony tail.

“When you say it like that, it becomes depressing.” Though there was nothing in his voice to suggest that he was upset about it.

The old dinner bell rang from somewhere behind them, the deep metallic clang carrying across the mountainside and echoing through the trees. For a brief second, neither of them moved. Then Robin let out a groan.

“Well, that's our cue.” Another peal of the bell followed, accompanied by distant laughter from the property below.

Alex shook his head, already turning toward the treeline. “You know, most people hear a dinner bell and think food.”

“Yeah,” Robin muttered as she took off uphill beside him, boots digging into the dirt. “Unfortunately, they hear it and think hunting season.” Together, they disappeared beneath the trees, putting distance between themselves and the house as quickly as possible while the sounds of the gathering faded behind them. Branches closed overhead the moment they crossed into the woods, shadows swallowing them almost immediately.

Robin slowed just enough to glance over at Alex while catching her breath. “We're idiots if we stay together.”

The statement earned an immediate nod. Two people left a much easier trail than one, and both families knew these woods far too well for them to hand over an advantage. Robin pointed farther uphill.

“Good luck.” Alex offered a quick salute before veering off toward a narrower trail cutting through the trees. Robin watched him disappear into the forest for a second before turning and heading in the opposite direction, moving deeper into the mountain as the distant sounds of the hunt began somewhere behind them.

@grimmusings

[jedsdeadxbaby]

From the time he was child, Tex had loved visiting his cousins up north. The Ashworths were family, but unlike the Sawyers, they were far better at passing for normal. Everyone in town greeted them like friends instead of pariahs, and their butcher shop was well respected in the community. Every Sawyer, even Bubba, knew the rules when they came to visit: no hunting outside sanctioned family events, and absolutely no harming the locals. Jericho had made it clear that being family wouldn't stop him from carving them up if they overstepped, and nobody wanted to cross Jericho. Tex was a little in awe of him, always had been.

That didn't mean there was no fun to be had though, the family reunion culminating in a weekend hunting trip, prey outsourced from out of town by both families. Normally, Tex looked forward to the hunt, but knowing Alex was involved this year put a spike of unease through him. He didn't think the Ashworths would touch him. They respected a claim, and they were all too obsessed with Robin to pay attention to other prey. After meeting her, he could see why. She was a doll. Not his type, obviously, but sweet and pretty and a good influence on them. It was his own family he had to worry about. Bubba wouldn't touch Alex, probably couldn't even tell the difference between him and actual Sawyers at this point, but he couldn't say the same for the others. They might hurt him just to hurt Tex or to get Alex out of the way and call it fair.

That just meant Tex had to find him first. Prey weren't allowed weapons unless they found them or made them, but Tex had his favorite hunting knife and a compound crossbow slung over his shoulder. There were various supply and weapons caches hidden in the woods--some of them trapped, of course--and he'd given Alex as much detail as he could remember from previous hunts, along with specific instructions about where to meet him. Splitting off from his family once they entered the woods was simple, but he didn't take a direct route to their meeting place, wary about being followed. Once he was sure he was alone, quick footsteps took him further up the dirt mountain path. He whistled while he walked, partly to let Alex know he was coming if he was close, and partly to frighten any other prey out of his path. He wasn't interested in hunting anyone but him this weekend.

Nobody knew the forest and mountains around the Ashworth property as well as Elijah and Ezekiel. They'd spent weeks disabling and moving some of their regular traps and repurposing them for further down the mountain, as well as helping Jesse, Jed, and Abram place weapons and supply caches. Returning to the ranch signaled either a victory or a defeat, depending on what they brought back with them. Either way, it was neutral ground. Heading toward town and imagined safety was the opposite: any prey who went that way would have to be very clever or very lucky to miss all the traps, and it was mostly for the older members of the Sawyer family who couldn't hunt as well as they used to. A spike pit or a barbed wire snare was an easy kill for them, and they could head back to the ranch to drink and celebrate, satisfied that they'd gotten to play the game.

Naturally, Eli and Zeke went up the mountain. There was nothing thrilling about an easy kill, and it was true they liked to play with their food. They'd been stalking a scared little rabbit for a while, enjoying the chase, even letting them think they'd escaped a time or two before closing in on them again. The occasional scream or chainsaw rang out in the distance, but Elijah didn't pay them any mind until a very familiar one rang out through the trees. Steps halted as his gaze snapped toward the sound, eyes narrowing behind the mask. He'd assumed with Jed, Jesse, and Abram all looking for her, Robin would be the safest prey in the woods this weekend, but the Sawyers could be unpredictable. He exchanged a wordless glance with Zeke, and as one, they dropped chase and melted into the trees, heading in the direction of Robin's scream.

[jedsdeadxbaby]

“Tex, rumour has it…instead of eating your dinner you're fucking it.”

@alwaysxinxtrouble

"I'll give it to you that Sawyers don't always see the difference, but I've never liked to mix pleasure with dinner. You don't see me stickin' my dick in the barbecue, do you?"

[userfinalgirls]

THE TEXAS CHAIN SAW MASSACRE (1974) dir. Tobe Hooper

[389]

Viggo Mortensen

[losthavenmine]

The Texas Chain Saw Massacre (1974)

[celebadmiration]

[jedsdeadxbaby]

🥩 @mxrvelouscreations liked for a starter

The house had been empty since Vera's death, and Jedidiah was the last of the Sawyers that he knew of. They'd been burned out of the town a long time ago for their crimes, but Vera had taken pity on him, taken care of him, kept him hidden over the years, and he'd taken care of her until illness claimed her. It wasn't clear how much Jed understood of the finer details of their family history, but he was loyal to a fault, protective of those who protected him. Family was everything, but there was no more family.

He didn't know what the girl was doing in Vera's house. He usually kept to the secret rooms of the basement, but the sound of footsteps had drawn him upstairs. The house was old, and there were passages behind the walls for maintaining the plumbing and electricity. His broad shoulders barely fit behind them, and there was the occasional scrape of cloth against wood on the tight corners as he watched her from the peepholes. He didn't know why he hadn't killed her yet either. He'd killed other trespassers in the past, their bodies vanishing as if they'd never existed, but maybe it was the sight of another human after so long on his own, not old like Vera but young and pretty.

[mxrvelouscreations]

@jedsdeadxbaby

Mia knew that it probably wasn't smart to enter the home, given the local urban legends that were tied to it, but it had seemed like the perfect place to fix up. She had wanted to find somewhere out of town to live, somewhere to call her own and this place had always called to her. Perhaps it was down to her being curious, or maybe trying to prove that the legends were nothing more than tales to tell kids so they don't go places they shouldn't.

It had been a few months since she had first stepped foot in the place and the more that she came, the more she got the feeling that she was being watched. She had been in the living room, trying to decide on what colour to paint when she thought she caught sight of an eye in the wall, causing her to yelp and jump back. "Who's there?!"

[jedsdeadxbaby]

He grunted, startled, and staggered backward away from the wall, except there was nowhere to go in the narrow space. All he did was bump into the wall behind him, a low, pained sound escaping his lips behind the mask. He flailed briefly, feeling caught, muffled thumps signaling his distress. But then, no one had ever accused Jed of being stealthy.

When he finally righted himself, when he finally realized the walls weren't attacking him, he charged down the narrow hallway toward the nearest exit. It let out into a closet in the front hall, and he knocked the flimsy board aside and burst out the door. He wasn't thinking clearly, driven only by the flood of panic and fear. Last time his family had been discovered, most of them had died.

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

The kitchen stank of grease, blood, and something worse — the sour-sweet rot that never quite left the air no matter how many times the floor was scrubbed. The overhead bulb flickered, throwing long shadows across the counter where knives gleamed under a film of oil. Alex stood near the wall, shoulders stiff, trying to stay out of the light and out of the way. The Sawyer family filled the room like a storm, voices raised and mean, circling Tex with that same cruel energy they turned on everything else.

Alex didn’t look at them directly — not when they were like this. His eyes found the cracked tile by his feet instead, the one stained a permanent reddish brown, hoping the floor might open up and swallow him whole. But he couldn’t help catching pieces of it: the slam of a hand on the table, the snap in Tinker's voice, the way Alfredo laughed like it was all a joke. Venom was spit in every direction, vicious and violent as ever. But it hurt to watch — more than Alex wanted to admit.

When they finally left, muttering down the hall and slamming the screen door on their way out, the silence that followed was deafening. The kitchen seemed to breathe again, the only sounds the hum of the fridge and the slow creak of Tex’s boots on the floor. Alex didn’t move at first, afraid to break whatever fragile peace had settled. Then he swallowed, voice low and unsure, words barely more than a breath.

“You didn’t deserve that,” he said softly, eyes flicking toward Tex but not holding his gaze. “None of it.”

@jedsdeadxbaby

[jedsdeadxbaby]

Tex couldn't pinpoint the exact moment he realized he was different from his family in a way that even Bubba wasn't different. It was more like a slow realization over time, the evidence piling up slowly until it was irrefutable, something he just knew in his bones as if the knowledge had always been there. He didn't need to be told that it wasn't something he could share with them, and that secret hung between his ribs like sticky black tar, threatening to spread and cut off his air anytime someone came close to it.

There were things he could get away with, that everyone waved off as just Tex being Tex. The apron, because they didn't have much anyway, couldn't afford to be picky. His fingernails, because it pleased Jenny to sit at the table and color them in one by one with her markers. A suggestive comment here or there because that Tex, he was such a flirt, couldn't turn off the charm if he wanted to.

He knew immediately when he'd stepped over a line though because Mama lit up like a flare gun and that was all the others needed to start piling on. Maybe he'd been paying a little too much attention to Alex. Maybe he'd been a little too nice to him lately, and maybe the argument started with that, but it ended with everything that was wrong about Tex, all his oddities and shortcomings and failures trotted out until he gave up and went silent, letting them rage around him like the eye of a storm. Surrender wouldn't stop them, but he knew from experience that fighting back wouldn't either. He sometimes thought if they didn't have other people to take their viciousness out on, they'd have torn each other apart in a matter of weeks.

The silence in the kitchen seemed to ring after everyone left. He told himself to pick up a knife and get back to work, but he knew he couldn't do it without his hands shaking. He wasn't even aware that Alex was still standing there until he spoke. He drew in a slow breath, trying to calm his racing heart, to still the fine tremor in his hands. A ghost of his usual charming smile flickered over his lips as he made a brave stab at sounding like himself. "If everyone got what they deserved, you wouldn't be here, now would you sweetheart?" He knew immediately that it didn't quite land, his voice a little too hollow, a little too much flinching around his eyes.

[classichorrorblog]

The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2 (1986)

[jedsdeadxbaby]

[ forest ] our muses have sex in a forest

@alwaysxinxtrouble

Tex knew these woods backwards and forwards. To be fair, so did most of the Sawyers, but there was no reason for them to be out this far today. As long as he checked all the traps on the way back, he could justify taking Alex out there with him. He'd been after a little peace and quiet away from the rest of the family, and the forest was the best place for that, nothing but the gentle sounds of the breeze through the trees and the occasional skitter of a small animal in the brush.

He wasn't opposed to other reasons for alone time with Alex though, and he didn't mind it when their hike turned into hungry kisses pressed up against a tree and warm hands sliding beneath clothes. The fact that Alex could stab him with his own hunting knife and make a run for it at any time had crossed his mind. He just didn't care. He knew he shouldn't want him--for so many reasons--but it was rapidly becoming an addiction to the way he tasted and smelled, the way Tex could make his body shiver and quake for him.

"So fuckin' pretty," he murmured between fevered kisses, breaths coming in gasps as every roll of his hips came a little harder and faster.

[dailyscotteastwood]

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[evilvvithin]

TEXAS CHAINSAW 3D john luessenhop, 2013