Can you do a imagine with Thomas please and it's about him being over protective when Hoyt and Monty make gross jokes about her like how's she's really hot and it ends in a lot of smut please ☺️
OMG YES U ABSOLUTELY MAY💓💖💕also after my post on jealous!reader a while back, I’m not very comfortable writing a lot of smut 😖😖 I gave a bit though!!
Imagine Thomas Hewitt getting very protective over you…
Y/n has been a part of the Hewitt family as Tommy’s wife for a while now, and Hoyt isn’t exactly the gentleman he pretends he is… smut below!
Tommy is a sweet, gentle, and loving husband. That much is obvious. You are the light of his life and he hides his violent nature from you as much as possible.
But additionally, Tommy is very protective. To the point if anyone were to make you uncomfortable, they would have him to reckon with.
God forbid you come to him with the complaint of someone insulting or laying a hand on you. It’s very likely he would hunt them down without your knowing, and give them a brutal beating or even kill them.
His rage doesn’t discriminate. Even if Luda were to lay a hand on you, there would be hell to pay. Hoyt’s no different.
Tommy is not an agressive boy. He’s gentle, sweet, kind. He is all of these things all of the time, all except for this moment. But you knew he wasn’t angry with you. He would never. He stormed over to you, towering over your fragile form before taking your wrists in his hands, and taking you into his burly arms. He’s not the type to dramatically throw you over his shoulder and march off. He cradled you into his shoulder. You’re still his beautiful angel who needs to be safe. And right now you’re not safe, he’ll make you safe again Y/n, don’t worry
* * *
You weren’t far into the day before Hoyt’s leering eyes began following your form around the living room and kitchen. Monty was next to him, completely on the same page though they said almost nothing to each other.
Tommy was next to you, cleaning some dishes. Luda hadn’t trust Tommy’s large, clumsy hands with cleaning dishes until you suggested it. Who knew he could be so gentle? He turned to set a stack of wet dishes on the counter, just long enough to catch two pairs of looming eyes across the room. It caught him off guard, and he gave a double take. He knew a lustful gaze when he saw one.
He stared at them, and swayed to backwards slightly, gaining back his balance before throwing his shoulders back. He breathed out, studying them. He squinted, and Hoyt noticed this, looking over to him before yelling at him to get back to work. Tommy was hesitant, but he slowly went back to washing dishes, paying more attention to you, though you didn’t seem to notice Hoyt and Monty’s leer. He hates to turn a blind eye to your safety, he hates himself. But he wanted to protect your innocence, how you didn’t even suspect it. How sweet of you. Poor thing.
When you were putting away utensils, you dropped a simple fork. You hesitantly bent over to pick it up.
“Bend over for me one more time.” Hoyt called as you rose from the floor, and Monty laughed.
Sometime dark and terrifying bubbled up inside of Tommy. He was absolutely fuming. You looked over, gazing into his face. His eyes were dripping with blood lust, at how they dared to speak to his wife that way.
But he didn’t bat an eye, instead he was over to them in an instant. How did he get over to them so fast? Hoyt was being hung from Tommy’s whitening fist, clenched so tightly around his neck that Hoyt’s eyes began to turn red and bulge from his sockets. You wanted Tommy’s protection, but you never wanted Tommy to kill Hoyt for you.
You began to cry, those angelic eyes making Tommy all weak. Everything was in slow motion. Hoyt had been hanging there for a bit too long now, the light in his eyes starting to flicker dark. Tommy wanted to tear him apart with his teeth. He hates Hoyt. But you were just too precious. Too sweet.
“Tommy stop it! Stop it! Tommy!” Your voice roused him from his deep rage, and if you did not, he would have murdered his abusive uncle once and for all. He dropped Hoyt, and ignored his pitiful gasping for air and turned to you. You looked like an angel before him. But his pure admiration was cut short by the rage that bubbled up again. Hoyt thinks he can have her. But she’s mine. All mine.
* * *
“Tommy what are you doing?—“
“Mine.” He growled in that deep, smooth voice of his.
“Not allowed to touch you.” He drawled as his caressed your thighs as you sat on top of the dresser of your shared bedroom, you staring up into those hungry orbs of his. “Me only.”
“Of course!” You exclaimed, cheeks red hot with embarrassment as you wrapped your arms around your husband’s neck. You pulled him close, and he ripped his mask off hastily, pressing open mouthed kisses on your neck while you moaned into his ear. He rutted against you when you did that, his head spinning with growing lust as his huge bulge was grinding into your most private area, and your face was red and hot with pleasure.
“Tommy…” you moaned, and he pressed a kissed onto your soft lips while he undressed you.
“He can’t have you. No one can.” He growled, and you nodded vigorously, wanting nothing more than for his to keep grinding against your core.
“I’m yours, Tommy.” You sighed, throwing your head back as his hands wasted no time reaching up your shirt to grip your cute breasts in his meaty hands, his skilled fingers pinching your sensitive nipples making you squeal with delight. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he laid you softly onto your guys’s bed, hovering over you, locking you away from anyone else’s view.
After tonight, no one would look at you the same. Not after they learn that you belong to Tommy Hewitt.
Is fucking everyone in the slasher fandom short???? I swear to God everytime one of yall says your height it’s always so,,, small…
did they lie tho
its the truth yall are so… so small, so tiny
KILL KILL KILL KILL KILL KI
me @ yall because everyone here is the size of a teacup
@thomashewittispacking you too 🙃
Oh you motherfucker
I am not that short!5'3 is NOT that short okay!
I am gonna eat your ankles!
5'2 and shorter then you, smh
Tommy catches up with a neighbor after killing his boss, right before Charlie finds him. Neighbor seems a little off too.
This was out of the blue but I’ve been getting really bombarded with a lot of things and I made this real quick, I need to motivate myself again.
If it's okay I have a request, could I pretty please get Jesse cromeans with a nice goth wife that supports and dosent mind his work and supporting him in by showing up drop off lunch for him or just to spend time? I hope that made sense! I love your writing it's amazing!
This melted my heart, yes yes yes!!! This might include a tiny fic as well as head canon’s!
- A goth wife who treats him like an absolute king? Now your speaking his language.
- Jesse finds it very endearing when you go out of your way just to see him, to make sure he’s eaten and just to give him some company while he works. He makes sure his space is tidy for when you arrive kicking out everyone in his office to have some quality time with you. If you arrive unexpectedly you best believe that man will death glare anyone who looks at you strangely, he’ll remind you that he thinks your style is absolutely stunning and he loves it very much.
- You don’t mind his work? You think it’s fascinating? Darling how come you didn’t say so sooner? He gets quite excited to hear that you want to see fully what he does, or to help with little things such as cleaning his knifes and other various weapons even though he insists that Preston will do it, he finds it sweet when you still do anyway. You like the things he does? he might just send you tapes of the snuff films he makes. ( If you asked of course)
- He always makes sure to find you the most beautiful rings, of course his favorite his buying skull rings, buying you large platform boots, various accessorizes. need new hair dye? You betcha. new piercings or jewelry for piercings, don’t have to ask twice baby girl. Need new corsets and clothing? he’s already got them ordered.
- He likes that you unintentionally match his style, wearing mainly all black, the crazy fun look to it all he adores how you look so happy in it, how good you look. For fun he might even get a chrome skull custom made for you, your name in small printing on the edge. It’s almost like staring at a mini him.
You walked along the dimly lit hallways to Jesse’s office, black nails gripping onto the brown bag in your hands. Today you decided to surprise your masked lover with some lunch and a new cookie recipe you had made, normally he was the first one to try it so you really couldn’t wait any longer. Before knocking on the door Preston slammed it open huffing through his nose and walking passed you like you hadn’t been there thus causing your black dress to ruffle slightly. With a soft bend your hand brushed against your leather heels, going to fix the dress so it had looked nice again. Jesse’s assistant rolled her eyes and softly smiled at you, her black suit fitting her. well. She wasn’t your favorite person.. you didn’t like how close she would get to Jesse but you learned to look past it.
“ Don’t mind Preston he’s been in the worst mood ever since Jesse told him to stop catching his bait”
She tried to take the brown bag from you making you thrust it away from her.
“ I got it thanks.”
She only nodded and left the two of you alone. Jesse had turned around in his chair turning off his camera that filmed his victims. He stood happily and opened his arms to you to pull you into a tight embrace.
“ Hello you, I brought you some skull cookies and your sandwich i figured you’d be hungry”
His eyes smiled at you from behind the mask, slowly taking it off he bit into the sweet flavored cookie his eyes widening at the taste of them. he quickly raised his hands, signing.
“ They are absolutely delicious princess”
7 bath/shower and/or 14 size difference with tommy or brahms?
Kinktober, day 23 🔞
I’ve been wanting to write this scene for what feels like eternity. I want this man in my shower so badly.
Thomas has a habit of leaving the bathroom door unlocked while he showers - probably for exactly this reason.
You check to make sure no one is watching and then sneak in, locking the door behind you, before stripping out of your clothing.
“Coming in,” you warn, singsong - partially because you need him to move over for you, and partially because you don’t want to startle him into knocking you down… again.
if you are under 18 do not fucking follow me.
i do not fucking care how fucking close you are to being 18.
if you are not 18, block me. unfollow me. do not fucking interact with me.
respect my fucking boundaries.
and this is as nice as i can fucking get.
if you are under 18: back the fuck up. back the fuck off.
I was wondering how would Jesse react to his s/o seeming kinda off. Like they’re more busy then usually, they keep having to cancel plans on him & seem to be hiding something. Only to learn she’s been secretly taking sign language classes so it’ll be easier for them to communicate.
One evening, when you get home late as you’ve grown accustom to doing these days, you find him waiting for you on the couch.
“Jesse?” you say, “I thought I told you not to wait up for me.”
He pats the couch cushion next to him, a silently request to sit. Once you’ve sat, he takes out his phone, and after a few seconds turn it to you to show the message: where were you?
You shrug, glancing away from him nervously, “Nowhere. I stopped by the mall on the way home to look around a bit, that’s all.”.
You head snaps up to look at him when you feel him grasp your wrist. He just stares at you, stone-faced and obviously not buying your excuse.
“Why do you need to know?” You ask after a few moments.
Jesse sighs, releasing your wrist before quickly typing something into his phone: because I’m worried about you.
Your brow furrows in confusion, “Worried? Why?"
He rolls his eyes before typing again and showing you the phone: you’ve been acting weird. avoiding my questions. you’re always gone. if something is wrong, I need you to tell me. please.
You suddenly feel very guilty. You hadn’t meant to worry Jesse, and yet here he was, looking at you with concern in his eyes, silently begging you to tell him the truth.
You reach over, taking his hands in yours, "I’m sorry Jesse… I just wanted to surprise you.”
Now it’s his turn to look confused. He tilts his head to the side, obviously not knowing what you mean.
You sigh before continuing, “Well, the truth is… I’ve been taking sign language classes the past few weeks. I wanted to learn it so you didn’t have to always use your phone to talk to me. I was going to tell you eventually, when I was a little bit better. I’m sorry if I scared you…”
When you glance back up at him, you’re surprised at what you see. He no longer looks concerned or confused; he instead is looking at you with a huge smile on his face and… is he tearing up? That’s when you let out a yelp as you’re suddenly pulled into a crushing hug.
You laugh as you wrap your arms around him in return, “I love you, Jesse.”.
Jesse pulls back, then signs, “I love you too, but never scare me like that again."
You laugh, "Deal.” You reply before leaning in to kiss him.
Thomas Hewitt x reader
Okay, I lied, next chapter is the finale and may also contain the epilogue. Idk man, things have been crazy. Thank you all for being so patient. This will be the emotional stuff…
Day 73 (cont)
True to her word, Luda Mae sneaks you into the house without detection. You quickly shuffle behind the basement door while she keeps an eye out, but you don’t proceed down the stairs quite yet.
Instead, you take a moment to breathe and collect your wits. You’d thought over a thousand different possibilities on your way here, but in this moment you’re still not sure what you’re going to do.
You can hear him shuffling around; unable to resist, you creep slowly down the stairs until you can barely peek around the wall at him.
He’s sitting at his table, staring down at something in his hands. Your heart leaps - it’s so good to see him again, finally, but he looks terrible; what you can see of his expression is worn and tired, his posture slumped. Your heart returns to its usual place and then keeps going, sinking lower as you take him in. He looks clean, so at least he’s still showering, apparently.
Michael Meyers, in the Dining Room, with Scissors
HaHA! I have produced something, finally! *cue laugh-turned-sob*
Cooking & biting
It always happened when you were minding your own business - and worse, always when you were busy.
A strong arm coils suddenly around your waist at the same time a large hand closes - surprisingly gently - over your jaw. Reflexively, you try to move away from him - nope, his arm secures you against his chest like an iron bar, and his grip on your face tightens briefly, just enough to send the message. Stay put.
“I fucking need you more than I need to breath.” For Asa Emory please. I think it would be interesting to see him more needy/emotional
YAAAAAAS I LOVE NEEDY DOMINANT ASA!! I hope you enjoy it cause I had so much fun writing it!!
A sharp tug of the leash and you were standing toe to toe with your master, pulled into his broad chest as he stared down at you with darkened eyes. You were dressed in a lacey see-through nightgown, a typical outfit your master provided for you. With his free hand, he snuck a finger between the collar around your neck and your skin, a shuddering sigh escaping you as you felt the pressure on your throat. He hummed low in appreciation, watching you intensely through his mask.
He suddenly stepped forward, making you stumble as he practically carried you against him. You clung to his sweater for stability, desperately needing his touch, his embrace. You weren’t sure how many months it had been since your master had taken you, but over what had felt like months you couldn’t help the desire for him grow within you. As the back of your knees hit the bed, your master pushing you down roughly as he pinned you beneath him, you couldn’t imagine a life with any other.
His kisses always had a sense of urgency and overwhelming force, like he had to have you right then and there. You drowned in him, the leash tugging as he wound it tighter around his hand, keeping you from escaping. As if that was something he had to worry about. You whined softly as his tongue mingled with yours, barely giving any resistance against his lust for dominance over you. He always left you breathless, unsure of how he could possibly keep the relentless pace he set on you.
When he finally broke free, his soft lips parted ever so slightly as his breath fanned your face, the only thing he could manage to get out between soft puffs of air was a low, growling whisper, “I fucking need you more than I need to breathe.”
And with that, he set about making you breathless once more.
Didn’t save an ask to attach this to - here’s Bo on the Patio with the Scissors, requested by anon!
Soulmate AU & biting
The look of your soulmate mark had always been frightening to you. It was clearly a hand wrapped around your wrist, and not in a friendly way. The adults used to exchange looks over it; your parents worried. You worried. You felt cursed, just waiting for a terrible prophecy to come to fruition, like a modern-day Sleeping Beauty. What kind of person would it be, to grab you like that? Possessive, at best… dangerous, at worst.
Turns out, he’s both, but you’ve never felt safer. True, your meeting had been a bit… rough, but when he’d seized your wrist (exactly in the right spot, not that you’d noticed immediately) and you’d clamped your hand down on his arm, reflexively, to pull him off you - and he’d frozen - since then, he’d been harmless… to you, anyway.
Thomas Hewitt x reader
Y’all. It’s this one, and then the next one, and then the epilogue. O_O
Annabelle settles into the apartment quickly, other than being grumpy about having to stay inside. Your friends and family had taken care of the place while you were gone - your plants were still alive and everything. Once you’d regained enough presence of mind to let them know you were back, they’d come right over, only to be thoroughly confused by your despair over your “escape.” Your sister stayed the longest, and listened the most openly. Eventually, though, you needed some alone time.
You were a wreck. It was less like breaking up and more like mourning (although the two aren’t that different). You struggled to get out of bed, to clean up around the house, even taking care of your basic needs was difficult - if not for Annabelle, you’re not sure you would have managed any of it.
Thomas Hewitt x reader
Thomas seems distracted as he leads you back to the main floor; in the kitchen, he gestures for you to wait, then disappears upstairs.
He’s gone long enough to make you anxious, though considering your current emotional state, that’s not saying much. Additionally, you’re starting to wonder what’s become of Hoyt - and then, as if you’d summoned him, he tumbles through the door.
He’s bleeding from a cut at his hairline, as well as from his nose; crimson runs down his face and he’s got one eye closed against it.
Could you please draw Pinhead? I'd LOVE to see that kinky bastard in your style 😪🖤
🖤🖤 Double heart for you
Thomas Hewitt x reader
I gave myself the sads with this one, guys. Enjoy.
Day 53 (cont)
The anger rises like a flash flood, threatening to drown you, but you fight against it. It’s crucial to play this correctly, and you know it. You step closer to Thomas, gently placing a hand over his as it tightens on the chainsaw. His gaze flickers to yours, wide and uncertain; you soothingly run your thumb back and forth across his knuckles.
“Get away from him, homewrecker,” Hoyt spits. You glare, but hold your tongue as well as your position. “C'mon, Tommy, that tramp don’t belong here. They’ll spell the end of this family, mark my words - is a little tail really worth all this?”
You bite down on your tongue hard enough to draw blood, mind working overtime to put together a response more constructive than go to hell, you ugly piece of shit. You give up on that quickly, realizing there’s no point trying to talk sense into Hoyt - instead, you focus on Thomas.
[ hi im back with a part 2 bc im a sappy bitch. you can read part one here ]
Jesse makes his way into the kitchen. Early mornings are a thing he’s had to get used to and there doesn’t seem to be enough coffee in the world to keep him awake. Sure he’s typically awake for work, but he schedules appointments around the time he spends recouping from his nightly hobby. After all a business doesn’t run itself. He thinks this, accompanied with a move to LA shortly after taking the girl in could play a large part in it.
[ me, writing a decent fic? impossible! Anyway here’s a fic about Jesse adopting a kid that I got kind of carried away with but i don’t care.
you can also read it here . Also don’t forget I take commissions. ]
The sharp hunting knife plunges into the woman’s temple. It’s a faster kill than he enjoys. Usually he’ll bide his time, watching, waiting until he’s spotted a piggy that suits him. Typically it’s a cat and mouse game, dragged out for as long as possible. Psychological torture is the game. That accompanied by true torture, eventually.