#thomas brown hewitt imagine

[whisper-in-the-night]

Undesirable

Plot: Thomas is omega who will never find his true mate. Or no?

Warnings: omegavers; slight mention of bullying; deviation from the canon; omega!Thomas Hewitt, alpha!male!reader / Y/N

Note: it's my first work in this fandom and even first work in Omegaverse, so I hope it'll be fine. Thanks for reading. About 3-4 chapters planned here.

Part 1 | Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

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It's hard to be an omega. And it's even harder to be an omega when you don't fit the description of an 'ordinary, attractive' omega.

Thomas understood the essence of this system from his childhood, as soon as he went to school. And although, because of his strength and size, Hewitt thought he was at least a beta as a child, fate seemed to mock him. During one of the tests to determine the second gender, his results finally turned out to be positive. The young man nervously looked at the neatly folded piece of paper in the envelope. He carefully pulled it out and unwrapped it. Many of his health data were written on white blank paper, but what caught his attention was the green inscription in the middle of the sheet "Omega".

At first, the boy did not attach importance to this word, his childish curiosity and some naivety accepted it simply as a fact. Other children in the class were violently discussing their secondary genders, sharing their impressions and all that. A couple of minutes after the results were given, Thomas was approached by a group of children who had previously often mocked him because of his external features. As soon as they surreptitiously noticed the inscription in Thomas's results, mocking laughter broke out in the crowd. "Look at him! He's a freak! So also omega! No alpha in your life will look at you, monster," one of the boys said enthusiastically, grinning nastily.

That evening, Thomas locked himself in his room. After several unsuccessful attempts to invite her son to dinner, Luda went up to the second floor and gently knocked on the child's door. There was no response. Then she cautiously opened the door. The lights in the room were turned off and the windows were curtained. The woman cautiously went inside, when suddenly she heard a slight crunch under her feet. Picking up a crumpled piece of paper from the floor, Luda read the unfortunate word. She carefully sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled the child into her arms. The boy allowed himself to cry out loud, burying his face in his mother's chest, clutching the fabric of her dress in his fists.

As the years passed, the Hewitt family was left alone in this ill-fated town on the outskirts of Texas. They had to come to the current of life that we all know about. This family consisted mostly of betas, with the exception of the youngest, Thomas. And yet now, life seemed much easier for him. Since he left school, just for many years, his abusers have grown up and left, and Thomas has become a little easier. Although self-doubt and pain remained deep in his big warm heart. He really believed in their words. Thomas was too big and strong man to be a desirable omega. Too strong, too big, too wayward, too rude. The man has long accepted his place in society. Although sometimes he still sat in his room at night with a heavy heart. Sometimes he wished he had a mate he could rely on, a mate who could protect him and calm his heat, maybe even give him pups. But Thomas knew he didn't have time for that, he had to protect the family.

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The sun seemed to come out of hell in Texas this year. The heat was incredible, there was a drought all around. The small grass turned yellow, and those rare trees turned into a kind of deadwood. There's not a cloud in the sky.

Thomas was helping his mother in the store, it was damn stuffy in the room. Recently, due to the intense heat, there were no visitors from the word at all, so he did not care about his appearance at all. The sleeves of a light-colored shirt were rolled up to the elbows, dark tangled hair was pulled into a low ponytail, only a few strands fell over a face in a leather mask. The man's brown trousers were slightly damp from how often he wiped his sweaty palms on the fabric.

Suddenly, a light ringing of the door bell was heard, followed by Luda's tired but pleasant voice.

"Hello, how can I help you?" the woman asked the man who entered.

"Oh yeah, hey. I'd like to refuel my car," you replied smiling, scratching the back of your head, "Do you have some gasoline?"

The woman smiled slightly, which caused fine wrinkles to run across her tired face, and turned towards the back room, shouting a short "Tommy!". A couple of minutes later, a dark-haired man came out from behind the shelves, holding a canister of gasoline. His gaze slid down on you, as if assessing you, and his eyes widened for a moment. You were a tall, muscular man, it seemed, even one and a half times bigger than Thomas himself. Your short sleeved high-collared shirt was unbuttoned at the top buttons, and because of the sweat, the outlines of your strong body showed through the damp fabric. You were also wearing beige breeches that hugged your toned ass beautifully. Thomas licked his lips almost instinctively and came out from behind the counter, handing you a can of gasoline. And indeed, you were almost a head taller than him, which made Thomas feel almost small, which had not happened to him for a long time. The man's nostrils were touched by your island fragrance. Something like an orange with black pepper and bergamot mixed with your body's natural scent. Your pheromones, even under a veil of suppressants, made Thomas feel heavy in his knees.

You smiled briefly and picked up the canister, lightly brushing the rough skin of Thomas's fingers. It almost made the man blush. You took your wallet out of your pocket and handed the woman some green bills, so she nodded curtly.

"Tommy, can you help the young man?"

He didn't need to be asked twice. Although Thomas hesitated a little at first.

Thomas followed you outside in case you needed help, which he clearly doubted. You looked like a confident, independent person who didn't need anyone's help. Besides, you were clearly an alpha, given the smell of your pheromones. It was an extra time for Thomas to be in your presence. He had met alphas before, at least because many of his victims were one, but he had never felt such a strange sense of comfort around an alpha before. Your presence calmed his inner omega.

"The summer is too hot this year," you muttered with a slight grin, sorting out the car and seemingly hoping to strike up some kind of small conversation with the big guy. There was no response. Thomas's head was too busy with your pleasant scent. "You're not the talkative type, are you?" There was playfulness in your tone, but you clearly weren't trying to humiliate another man. Thomas frowned a little at first, listening to your words, but eventually relaxed, nodding briefly. The scars on his face always made it difficult for him to speak clearly, but lately, due to the intense summer heat, every word he uttered seemed almost painful.

After ten long minutes of intense silence, you finally finished refueling the car and put the empty canister on the ground, brushing off your hands.

"Well, thank you. I think without you, I would already be stuck somewhere on the road in this wilderness..." You said, looking back at Thomas and smiling amiably. "Well, alright. I'm already a little late. I wouldn't like to be late for my sister's birthday. For missing her 'special day' one more time, she'll definitely stab me half to death," you said with a light laugh and patted Thomas on the shoulder, "Bye."

Finally, you went to the car door, got into the driver's seat and started the engine, driving away from the old shop.

Thomas watched your dirty beige car drive away for a long time. Your touch is still clearly felt on his hot skin, and his head is slightly dizzy from the citrus scent of your body.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Hey I was thinking of something really cute and I couldn't get it out of my head 😅 what if slashers ( Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Freddy Krueger.) Reaction to child! Reader putting a bandaid on them and kissing it when they get like a scratch or something. My little niece does that to me and I think it's so cute 🥹

AHH MY REQUEST IS SUCH A MESS RN BUT THIS IS TOO CUTE sorry if this was choppy, it's 10 pm rn and I have no energy.

My gm asked me where the bandaids were while I was writing this woah.

Michael 🔪

Michael always got hurt during his killings. Of course he did it was consequnces for his actions it was no biggie.

But one little person didn't think so.

You secretly got a bandaid from the bathroom the night before since you knew when Michael would attack and get hurt.

Your parents were sure that they weren't gonna get hurt this night since they never did. But still didn't allow you to go out.

But that didn't stop you, you waited till it was 12 or 1 am and climbed down from your window (pretend you live in the ground floor if you don't) and worked your tiny legs away to your waiting friend.

You saw your massive friend behind a tree and you ran up to him with the bandaid in your hand and you saw that he had a small cut on his bicep.

And you immediately went to the rescue.

Michael had spotted you as per usual but what he didn't understand was why did you have a bandaid in your hand. Did you get hurt?

His question was soon answered as you took out the seal and gently placed it on his wound. Michael, confused but felt something warm inside him at this interaction.

But made him look like my profile picture was when you placed a small kiss on the bandaid. Omg.

"I hope you get better Michael." baby you said with a cute small and he thought he was having a seizure because his body shook from the wholesomeness and wanted to go pounce on someone so it'd go away.

Every now and then he purposely gets small scratches or wounds, just small enough not to freak you out but big enough to alert you. He loves likes them get better kisses from his illegally adopted kid.

Jason 🪓

Jason in the winter, sometimes gets scratched by carrying big logs of trees and although it was nothing compared to the injuries he gets from victims, you still wanted your dad to be unscathed nonetheless. There wasn't much visitors in the the camp in winter anyway.

He placed the fire wood inside the fireplace but he was careless and small little red lines on his forearm appeared after dropping them near his arm. You were watching him while it happened, he brushed it off and turned to you but saw you nowhere.

After 3 minutes of searching you around the house, with a non pleasant feeling coiling in his stomach, he saw you coming out of the bathroom.

He was about to mutely scold you but you held something in your hands.

He waited for you to reveal what you were holding but you pointed to the chair in the room and he figured you wanted him to sit down. And so he did.

You went over to his side and bought his arm out and carefully placed the bandaid on his lined arm. Jason was a bit shocked but slowly melted as he giggled at the thought of his child caring for him.

And he almost died when you kissed it. He placed his huge arms around you and almost cried thinking about what he did to deserve such an angel baby like you.

He had been so lonely without his momma, he was so lucky to have you by his side. Besides his anger, you were one of the many reasons he still wants to live.

Pamela just adores his baby boy with his grandchild bonding.

"don't be so clumsy next time dad :)"

He was one lucky daddy.

Thomas 🩸 ⛓️

Thomas didn't get love nor cared for, that was for sure. And he thought you wouldn't be any different but he still loved you regardless.

You heard your dad rear his chainsaw as your family had found yet another bodies of food. One victim was persistent and your dad almost cut his leg off! It was unfortunate he couldn't see how on edge you were.

But you made sure today, you were show him how much you cared for him. And so that he should be more careful from now on.

Though he wasn't hunting, but he got burned by accidentally brushing the palm of his hand against the hot pan luda was cooking on.

Now he sat on the couch looking at his now red palm. Seeing this, you rushed to the garage and found a med kit, now looking through the med kit you finally found a bandaid.

Now walking back the living room you saw hoyt yelling at Thomas for whatever reason and went back to his car. Thomas getting ready to get up, was pushed back down by a small, weak, body.

He looked over and saw you, showing him a bandaid and quickly ripping off the seal and placing it cautious on his palm. This was a surprise to Thomas but he didn't budge, scared that he might mess u somehow and make you angry.

He was so happy to have received something so pure and lovely from his little kid. He was smiling so big. And he made sure to always protect and be with you when he realised you had kiss on where the aid was placed.

"be careful papa"

Freddy 💤

Such things as scratches or wounds never bothered Freddy, as he could always just regenerate them back in an instant.

And he was always in the dream world anyways. But his intentions weren't harmful when it was towards you. But didn't really think you would patch him up if he got hurt, if anything you probably think he's a scary high ranked dream demon who is unbeatable.

After messing with some poor people, he had a deep cut on his shoulder and he thought what your reaction would be of you saw it. Would you freak out? Would you cry? Would you scream?

Fun was all about freddy's life so why not test it out. He brought himself into the outside world and found you in your couch.

He surprised you by yelling boo in your face and it worked, now the shocked expression on your face was even wider when you saw the leceration on his shoulder. He was laughing at your face but shut up and looked at you as you ran somewhere.

Well... He had his answer now. How boring though. As he was about to mess with you more, you appeared with a bandaid in your hand as you climbed on the couch and placed it on his shoulder. It was now Freddy's turn to get shocked.

Now he couldn't believe what he saw when you kissed on the yellow thin piece of paper. "I don't like seeing you get hurt."

He was shocked but he couldn't help the smile creeping on his face, out of nothing but pure happiness. Damn you reminded him of his mom... So angelic like.

[ahmnom]

I just think he’s neat

[bloodybobbysawyer]

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This was a request from my Discord, shout out to ya! (You know who you are). Not proofread, by the way. And yes, I take free requests.

Breeding kink, DIY fleshlight, soloboy, size kink

It was a hot summer day in Texas, and the piercing stare of the sun coated Thomas’ already sweat ridden arms. The coarse hair dotting his arms became slick with the fluids of work. The air wasn’t any help either, it was stiff and stale. You could see dust particles mingling amongst each other before they fell onto the floorboards of the Hewitt house. The only interruption these bits of dust had was from the feverish slapping, and exhales of pure desire from behind the mask of the large man.

But none of this would have happened if he hadn’t met her.

The girl.

(Y/N) was her name. The girl who's been clouding the mind of Thomas Hewitt ever since she had knocked on the family’s door, to the point of which he could hardly get any work done. He thought that God proved himself to be a proper artist when he sculpted her from the pieces of caramel-colored holy flesh amongst his studio. (Y/N) was a beautiful girl, he’d always thought so. Truth be told, he had always been nervous around her. Which made his current actions all the more shameful to him.

He had a Polaroid picture of her, where her curls were being highlighted by the same sun that was practically encouraging his godless activities. Thomas was raised in a traditional household, therefore he could hardly bring himself to look into the brown eyes staring unknowingly into his own baby blues beyond his loose curls shading them. His large hands gripped tighter onto his work table, the burly knuckles of his turning almost white as he tried to push himself past the shame - and the fear of being caught in such an intimate moment.

Earlier that morning, the 6’5 man had taken his mothers discarded tea bags and hastily stuffed the two of them into their own respective hand towels. The hand towels that were currently being used to fulfill Thomas’ current intimate fantasies. Thomas shoved his plump cock in between the towels, making a sort of flesh light by tying a leather strap around them to ensure that they envelope his wide length.

His hairy arms bent as he leaned further over the metal table as he gazed hungrily at the photo of (Y/N). He needed her, like a predator to a piece of raw meat. Now, Thomas was aware that intercourse would result in childbirth (and the other crude things Sheriff Hoyt had mentioned in passing) but he would be lying if he said that it wasn’t the goal. If he had it his way, she would be in place of his makeshift pleasure device, being pounded relentlessly. It was all Thomas could think of, from entangling his filthy fingers into her curls as her tongue swirled around the mushroomed tip of his cock to the thought of her laying down as his heavy breeding balls slapped against her ass - the same way they were slapping against the edge of the table.

The grunts and groans erupting from his chest were almost animalistic as his pace quickened. This was his first time he had used his creative wit to pleasure himself, sure, but this was not the first time that Thomas had used this simple photograph of (Y/N) to bring him to release.

With each pulse of his cock bringing him closer to his finish, the shame Thomas had felt was beginning to wash away. A guttural moan left his chapped lips as he imagined the tan flesh of her ass gripped in his huge fingers, chasing after his own orgasm as he pounded into her. Thomas was raised to be a gentleman (that of which he was, for the most part) but her pleas for mercy had fallen on deaf ears as he humped deep against her cervix - (Y/N) was strapped down, all to be impregnated by him properly. Luda Mae always spoke about how she wanted grandchildren, of course.

But now wasn’t the time for family. His veiny, chubby cock pulsed causing his voice to ring out in delight. His tongue practically hung from his mouth as he gazed at the innocent photo of (Y/N), his slick sweat falling down his lowbrow and down his reddened face. Thomas frantically peeled his soaked button up off of his hairy chest, freeing himself of the restrictions the shirt was giving his breathing. He panted as his dick twitched at the next thrust he made, the table rocked as he continued to thrust forcefully into the thought of her pretty little wet cunt around him. His dark, sweaty curls bounced as he pounded mercilessly, fucking desperately to release. .

It didn’t take long before his seed was spewing out of him, glazing the Polaroid of his potential sweetheart. The thick globs of salty goo slowly dripped down her face, her sweet smile barely visible under his semen. His size-able girth twitched wildly at the sight in front of him. Thomas grunted through the brown mask, his slick, hairy chest rising and falling as he brushed his hair back with his hand. He picked up his fleshlight and placed it into one of the cluttered drawers. His mask not once moved from his face. Thomas hurried hastily upstairs, and once he reached the laundry room, he looked through the closest hamper for a new shirt, deciding to pay his new sweetheart a visit.

[auggie1856]

Thomas hewitt x reader

Imagine: you were never a girly girl, you never liked wearing dresses and was more muscular then the other women, so you worked at the slaughter house with Tommy but never spoke to him. Until today

Warnings: talks of hurting someone and people bullying Tommy 😔, STRONG LANGUAGE, LOVE YOU LOTS <3

As you were cutting the meat, you saw someone wlak past you, to be exact, you didn't know, all you heard was that his name was Thomas, but that was it.

It was 12 o'clock, lunch time, as you wiped your hands on the apron, you saw thomas walking past with a brown bag. You were always curious about thomas. You wondered why he wore a mask, and how he was so tall, as you saw his mother pick him up and she was pretty small.

You walked outside for your break as you didn't eat lunch usually, and saw thomas walk around the corner as people were calling him names

"PIG!"

"FATTY"

"SHUT UP YOU LOT", you shouted at the men as they were calling thomas names. Thomas stopped and looked at you.

"Oh yeah? You 'ave a crush on him don't you?" One of the men said, getting up jn your face. Thomas walked up to the man and pushed him back.

"Who ever said I had a crush on him? Just because you never got a wife, doesn't mean you can take the piss out of everyone who also doesn't have anyone!" You got uo in his face as thomas pushed him back. You walked off.

Thomas punched the guy and walked uo to you.

You walked back inside, putting an apron on, when you felt a tap on your shoulder, you turned around and saw thomas standing there, he handed you a piece of paper.

'Thank you'

You looked at it and smiled, "it's no problem thomas, no one should say those things about you, you don't desurve it." You said to him as you handed him the paper again, you saw him write down something else.

' no one has ever said those things for me'

You read it and your face fell a little, "well they should, you don't desurve any negative comments, they don't know you, but may I ask why you don't talk? It's ok if It makes you uncomfortable, you don't have to tell me" you asked as you handed him the paper back.

His face fell a little as you asked, he never had anyone ask about the non communication thing before.

'I just never really liked talking I guess, so I went non verbal'

You read it and smiled " that's ok, sometimes I wished I never spoke to to be honest" you confessed as you rubbed your neck.

Thomas looked at you sadly before writing again,

' it had its advantages, but it can be a pain'

You smiled as you read it.

"OI (Y/N), WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THAT THING!" You heard someone shout from the front door.

"WHY DO YOU CARE, ITS NOT LIKE YOUR IN THE CONVERSATION ANYWAY!" You shouted back as thomas turned around.

"YOU DO LIKE THAT PIG DONT YOU" he shouted, you had enough, you moved thomas to the side as he looked at you with wide eyes, you walked over and punched him square in the mouth.

"SHIT!" the worker shouted as he hit the ground. You bent over to whisper in his ear:

"If you ever say anything about me or thomas again I swear I will not hesitate to rip your eyes out and watch you bleed to death"

He looked at you like he saw a ghost, as you walked over to Thomas, he hugged you.

"It's ok, don't worry about it" you smiled at him as the manager came out to see what the commotion was about.

"ALL OF YOU, BACK TO WORK NOW!" He shouted at all of you.

Two years later

As you walked out of work, you saw thomas, you walked up to him and hugged him from behind, he tensed up vut when he realised it was you, he turned around and kissed the top of your head.

"Hi baby, you ok?" You asked as you looked up at him, he hummed as luda mae pulled up.

"Hey sweetie, you ok? " She asked you both as you got in the car.

"Yes ma'am" you said as you sat by Tommy.

You loved thomas and was grateful for the day you started talking.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING 😭💕❤️ PLEASE LIKE IF YOU EJOYED IT SO I CAN MAKE MORE <333

[ad--misericordiam]

Screw him, literally; Not SFW. (T. B .H. Ver.)

w: female-coded language.

So our sweet Tommy really, truly, positively loves having you stretched on his cock while you kiss him nice and deep, sucking on his tongue greedily and going on about how much you love him, and how wonderful it is to be filled to the brim with his fat cock. Mewling and sobbing, whining while his hands keep you from bouncing up and down on his lap, just letting your pelvis grind against his to your heart's content, legs spread impossibly wide to accommodate his body.

If his mask is off, he likes it when you cup his face softly and kiss him slowly, your avid lips working over his. It took a long time to get him to take it off for you, he even wore it to bed, no matter how much you fretted he would overheat. Now, he took it off for you if you asked, somewhat reluctantly, but all his self-doubt flies out the window when you beam at him and dole out a myriad of kisses.

Arms around his neck, his hands on the juncture between your ass and thighs? Sign him the fuck up! He'll drag your body up and down without breaking a sweat, using your pliable body as if you were just a warm, tight fuckdoll that could clench down on his cock, begging him to keep going even as you know your cunt will be ruined by the end of it, gaping and dripping and heavy with his cum.

You know what having no nose means? Nothing gets in the way while his tongue strokes and thrashes all over your inner walls. And yeah, it also means that the first time it happened you had to stimulate your clit on your own, having nothing to grind against, but Thomas learns fast. The moment he saw you rubbing that swollen button he took over, flicking it with the calloused pad of his thumb, marveling at the way the delicate flesh of your labia seemed to quiver when he did both at the same time. He likes kissing you after you orgasm, not only because he likes letting you taste yourself on his mouth, but because you'll give him the praise you couldn't while you were biting down on your hand to silence your moans. You didn't need Hoyt mocking you later.

Slow kisses, panting breaths, and sweet words of gratitude and encouragement, “You did so good for me, Tommy”, you'd heave, coming down from cloud nine overcome with bliss and devotion, “Come here, let me make it up to you”. The moment his clothes are out of the way, the head of his cock is parting the puffy muscles of your channel, a pleased growl leaving his throat with his head bowed, staring at the way your body gobbles him up. “God, you're so fucking big, sweetheart”, he'd draw back, admiring the milky dew coating his length, and push forward a with a little more force each time.

Suck his cock. That's really all I have to say. Lavish the head with kitten licks, leave wet kisses on his frenulum, tease the opening with the tip of your tongue, and when he's huffing and balling his hand into fists, looking down at you with scorching blue eyes... swallow him down to the hilt. You'll be rewarded with an unadulterated moan, carnal, animalistic, the kind of sound that'll make you rub your thighs together to soothe the ache, even if just for a second. He doesn't really have a thing for having his balls played with, so there's that. Oh, and be warned: his cum is a lot to take in, no matter how much experience you have, you will choke on his load. It's abundant, salty, but not unbearable thick. Thank God.

Breeding kink, anyone? It's imperative when talking about Thomas, I don't make the rules. Luda Mae wants grand-babies, and even if she does find condoms between the victims' belongings from time to time, she'll get rid of them tout suite. No contraceptives on her watch. And so, creampies are a constant in you sex life, and Thomas has never been more thankful for anything. He wants to see you swell with child, with his child, your body changing to adjust to your new situation, so round and pretty and all his. He dreams about it often. But if he knows you want it too... dear Lord, brace yourself. He seems amazed and touched one moment, kissing you even though his grin is nearly splitting his face in two, but the next he's got you face down on whatever surface he deemed soft enough and pounding your sodden cunt “Fuck, Thomas, just like that!”. He's not holding back at all, drilling you mercilessly, his hands spreading your ass so he can press even deeper, “Please, I want your cum, please!”, you'd sob, delirious with the feeling of being fucked like a bitch in heat, “I want your— Oh, God— I want your babies!”. And you'd get them, even if he has to stuff you full of his seed everyday.

Also, bathtub sex? Yes, please. Thomas Brown Hewitt deseves to be pampered, everyday, he's such a good boy. There's nothing he enjoys more than coming into the bedroom you share and letting you take care of him, undressing him with caring intentions and loving words, luring him into the bathtub, the warm water soothing his sore body. He guides you into his lap, your hands lathering soap on his dark curls and massaging his shoulders, and for the first time all day, he lets his guard down completely, basking in your undivided attention. You can feel him stirr under you, but he looks satisfied with keeping things innocent until you lean forward to capture his lips with yours. He takes your jaw in his hand, fingers buried in your hair, and angles his hips slightly so he can feel your hole engulf his cock greedily, a mix between a groan and a whine escaping his mouth. “Mh... Love you so much, Tommy”, you try moving your hips, and he moves his hands towards your bosom, shimmering and dripping wet, encouraging you to ride him. It's one of the few occasions he'll let you do all the work, busying himself with tweaking and pinching your nipples until they're tender and flushed, just to soothe them with his tongue, growling deep in his chest when you grab his hair to pull him closer. “Fuck, Tommy, you're gonna make me cum on your cock”, you cry out, “Thomas—!”. After, you'd lay on his wide chest, his beefy arms around you, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, he'd only say, “Love you”. The fact he makes the effort to voice his feelings tells you how true those words are, knowing how challenging it is for him. And such a sweet man deserves to be loved back.

[slashhack]

Leatherface (Thomas Hewitt) X Reader: Spring Break

anonymous: May I get a Thomas Brown Hewitt first meeting reader who doesn’t see him as dumb or scary and shows him kindness in small ways. (Perhaps she is on a road trip and gets stranded?)

(Note: Sorry for the ridiculously long wait! Hope this lives up to your expectations! And sorry about the word count... I just couldn’t stop writing, lol.)

“Are we almost there?”

Ash tightens her grip on the wheel, gritting her teeth. “We’re about twenty minutes closer since the last time you asked, but no, Damien, we are not ‘almost there.’”

“God, we’ve been driving forever!” Damien says, sighing heavily. His on again-off again (currently on again) girlfriend, Katelyn, nods emphatically in agreement.

“When are we gonna stop? I’m hungry, and I have to pee,” Katelyn whines.

Ash’s eye twitches. Next to her, in the passenger’s seat, Frankie fiddles with the road map. She seems unaware of the fact that Ash is contemplating driving into a tree to shut Katelyn and Damien up (in a way that doesn’t involve them subjecting the rest of you to gross make-out noises).

“Do we have any water?” You ask. Unfortunately, rather than diffuse the mounting tension, all your question does is shift Ash’s ire to you.

“No, we don’t,” Ash replies tightly. “Which wouldn’t be the case if someone had stocked up before we started, like they were supposed to.”

You sink a little lower in your seat.

Frankie reaches out to place a soothing hand on Ash’s knee. “Deep breaths, babe. There’s gotta be a gas station or a rest stop or something somewhere around here. We can stop in, grab some stuff, and get right back on the road.”

“Wouldn’t have to if everyone had just done their part in the first fucking place,” Ash mutters.

Damien snorts, barely attempting to disguise it as a cough. Katelyn outright laughs.

Needless to say, your spring break road trip with your dorm-mates is not going well. The past few hours have seen growing friction between all of you, and you’re almost certain that - despite the fact that one of the goals you’d made for this trip was to form positive relationships with the others - the rest of the group may or may not be planning on stranding you in the middle of nowhere.

(Okay, that's a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, they may not seem to like you all that much, but they're not evil. They wouldn't leave you out in the middle of Texas with no way to get home.

...Right?)

At the first rest stop you find, you volunteer to get out and get coffee and breakfast bars for everyone (except Katelyn, who hates coffee). When you’re handing Ash hers, you lose your footing, and about a quarter of the fresh-brewed coffee sloshes onto her lap. Ash swears a blue streak, insulting you in pretty much every possible way. Frankie gives you a sympathetic look as she mops up the spill and consoles her girlfriend, but doesn’t say anything.

When Damien busts out his radio and asks what music everybody wants to hear, you tentatively offer a suggestion, and he ignores you. You repeat yourself, thinking that it’s possible he just didn’t hear you, and he rolls his eyes.

“I heard you, I just don’t wanna listen to some dumb bullshit.” He grins. “My radio, my right to veto garbage tunes, dude.”

Katelyn laughs. “Ooh, put on K-OKLA!”

Damien smiles crookedly and extends the antenna. “Anything for my girl.”

You decide to take a nap.

(At this point, anything is better than this.)

A good while later, after the stash of granola bars and beef jerky has dwindled down to nothing, you finally reach what appears to be a tiny general store in Travis County. You once again volunteer to go on a supply run. (You’re only mildly disappointed when nobody offers to come with you, or even to help you pay.)

The wooden door creaks as you enter, and when you cross the threshold you aren’t surprised to find a homey interior, complete with photographs and a taxidermied buck’s head mounted on the wall. There’s a woman with cat eye glasses smoking at the counter, so you approach with a shy smile.

“Um, do you have anything that comes in wrappers or is resealable?”

The woman takes a thoughtful drag from her cigarette before saying, “I got some jerky I can wrap up for ya.”

You nod, digging out the remainder of the money you had allotted to the trip. “That would be great. How much is that?”

Praying that what you’ve purchased is enough and having nearly depleted your funds, you step outside, plastic bag in hand. “Hey guys, I got some-”

The bag of jerky slips out of your hand.

The van is gone. In its place, you find your suitcase, laying in the dirt. Dumbstruck, you walk toward it.

You can't believe they ditched you. You thought they were better than that. You thought…

You aren't sure what you thought.

They're probably long gone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of nowhere. You don’t have a car, you have barely any money, and you certainly don’t have any idea what the hell you’re supposed to do.

Behind you, the door to the shop creaks open.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” It’s the woman from the shop.

Blinking hard, you say, “My friends left me.”

A gentle hand is placed on your back. “They left ya?” There’s a pause. Perhaps the woman sees your suitcase, because she says, softly, “Oh.”

You take a shuddering breath, and then bend down to pick up the bag. You turn to the woman.

“Is there anywhere I could stay in town?” Remembering the alarmingly small amount of money in your possession, you add, “...For really, really cheap?”

The woman shakes her head. “Ain’t much around for miles.” She hesitates. “But…”

Your breath catches. “But what?”

“Well…” The woman puts a hand on her hip, and with the other hand she adjusts her glasses. “I s’pose you’re welcome to stay with my family and me for the night. Just for the night, now,” she says pointedly. “Then tomorrow we can have the sheriff drive you to the next town over.”

You feel a fresh wave of emotion crash over you, and almost collapse under the weight of your relief.

“Thank you, thank you so much,” you say. Then you laugh. “Gosh, I don’t even know your name, and you’re being so kind to me…”

The woman smiles gently at you - the first time you can recall her smiling. “My name’s Luda Mae, dear.”

You offer your name in return, thanking Luda Mae again for her kindness.

Against all odds, it appears that your horrid luck is taking a turn for the better.

Luda Mae has two sons. She tells you about them as you help her close up shop and on the trip to her home - first about her eldest son, who sounds curmudgeonly and abrasive, but well-meaning when it comes down to it, and then about her younger son, Thomas. From the second she begins speaking about him, it’s obvious that she adores Thomas; you tell her so, and she nods.

“I love my boy with all my heart,” she says firmly. “Thomas has seen so much pain, all his life… Lord knows my Thomas has earned a little love.”

Luda Mae also tells you about her brother, Monty. She doesn’t have much to say about him, other than that he’s in a wheelchair and that you aren’t to let him bother you.

“You’re a guest, and we treat our guests with respect. If he starts actin’ up, you just let me know,” she gives you a little pat on the arm.

You smile bashfully. “I will.”

When you finally make it to Luda Mae’s family home, you’re curious, but not shocked; you’re a big believer in not judging people based on their appearances, after all. Why would a little old lady, running a mom-and-pop general store, living in a plantation style manor with her family throw you for a loop?

Entering the house, you immediately see an old man in a wheelchair - Monty, you presume - sitting in the living room watching television. He looks up at the sound of the opening door, doing a double-take when he spots you.

“Who the hell’re you? What’re you doin’ in here?” He makes to wheel himself around.

“Now, Monty, don’t you start none,” Luda Mae says. “This here’s a guest of ours. Stayin’ with us for the night, that’s all.”

“What for?”

Luda Mae looks at you, nodding as though to give you encouragement. Taking that as a cue, you say, “My dorm-mates - we were on a road trip, and I got out to buy some food for everyone. By the time I left the store, they were gone. I found my suitcase laying on the ground outside.”

Monty is silent for a moment, as though he’s mulling over your situation. Finally, he shakes his head and turns back to the television, muttering, “Hoyt ain’t gon’ like it…”

Luda Mae scoffs, putting her hands on her hips. “Don’t matter none what Hoyt likes, this is my house, and he ain’t too old yet to listen to his mama.”

Monty doesn’t have a response to that.

You feel your respect for Luda Mae growing more and more by the second.

Luda Mae gives you a brief tour of the house after showing you the guest room, in which you’ll be staying for the night. She walks you through the kitchen, points out a couple of different bathrooms, and tells you where her room is - “just in case of you findin’ yourself needin’ somethin’.” She also, strangely, makes a point to tell you to avoid the basement. You’re curious, but you don’t want to be rude, so you don’t ask why. You do ask if her sons live with her.

“They do. Hoyt’s the sheriff, so he ain’t gonna be home for a while, but Thomas is probably down in the basement. Doin’ what, I couldn’t tell ya, but he just about lives down there.”

Well, that answers your unspoken question, then.

“Don’t you worry,” She continues, “you’ll be meetin’ Thomas and Hoyt. Wanna make sure they know you’re a guest - ‘specially Thomas. He’s a little bit protective.”

Once again not wanting to risk seeming rude, you nod as though you understand. (In truth, you’ve got even more questions now, but you’re not going to interrogate this nice woman in her own home. After all, if there was really a problem with you staying, you’re pretty sure she wouldn’t have invited you.)

Luda Mae is in the middle of asking how you feel about stew when you hear what sounds like a sliding metal door being opened. She gets a slightly nervous look on her face; she lifts a hand to her mouth and says, “Oh, that’ll be Thomas.” She glances at you for a moment before calling, “Thomas! C’mere a second, I got somebody for ya to meet!”

You hear footsteps coming towards you from the direction of the basement. They’re fairly heavy - Thomas must be a sizeable man.

After a brief pause, a figure - a very tall figure - comes to loom in the doorway.

Luda Mae clicks her tongue, putting a hand on her hip. “Don’t be shy, now. C’mon in here.”

Thomas’ shoulders rise and sink slowly in what you suspect to be an inaudible sigh, but he obeys, stepping further into the room. Now, you have a clear view of him.

He’s easily around six and a half feet tall, with long, wavy dark hair that reaches his shoulders. Curiously, he’s also wearing a strange leather muzzle-like contraption that encompasses much of his face; it shows his eyes and mouth, but covers his nose, ears, and most of his skin, and the straps come up over his ears, meeting over the top of his head.

Smiling and giving a little wave, you say, “Hello,” and tell him your name.

You think he gives a short incline of his head, but he doesn’t reply. He looks you over, and you can feel yourself starting to shrink under his silent gaze.

Luda Mae puts a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t worry none. Thomas just ain’t a talker; don’t take it personal,” she gives you a reassuring little pat, and you relax again.

Luda Mae’s attention drifts to the clock on the wall, and she does a double-take. “Good gracious me, is that the time? I best get supper goin’. Stew is all right, you said?”

“Oh, yes, ma’am!” You say, nodding. “Stew is more than all right with me.”

“Good, good,” Luda Mae turns to Thomas and says, “Sweetheart, you mind keepin’ our guest company ‘til Hoyt gets back? Don’t want him to think we got trespassers.”

Thomas gives a single, slow incline of his head.

Luda Mae seems pleased. As she goes to leave, she pats you on the shoulder and says, “I’ll leave y’all be, then. Don’t you worry; you’re in good hands.”

As his mother rushes off to the kitchen, Thomas gives you an unreadable look, surveying you once again. Apparently satisfied with whatever he sees, he turns around and begins to walk off. You assume that you’re supposed to follow him, so you do.

Thomas leads you outside, and the two of you walk for a bit, toward a small garage which stands separate from the house. When he reaches the entrance, Thomas stops, looking back at you over his shoulder for a moment.

It dawns on you, after a moment, what he wants.

“You want me to wait here?”

Thomas nods.

You smile. “All right, then.”

Thomas goes into the garage. You hear the sounds of metal scraping and what you presume to be things getting moved around. You’re beyond curious as to what’s going on, but you resist the urge to crane your neck and try to see. Thomas asked you to stay back for a reason, after all.

After a few minutes, the sounds stop, and Thomas returns, a sack hefted over his shoulder. He gestures with his head for you to resume following him, and you do so without argument.

“Where are we going?” You ask without thinking. Thomas gives you a look out the corner of his eye, and you feel warmth rise in your cheeks. “Sorry.”

You’ve never encountered someone who can’t speak before. You wonder what it must be like, not being able to verbally communicate. You imagine it must be very difficult.

The two of you walk for a good while longer before reaching a fence that you assume marks the edge of the Hewitts’ property. Thomas grunts, swinging the bag off his shoulder and opening it.

He walks a couple of feet along the fence before pulling out - to your surprise - a bear trap, which he places on the ground, kneeling down to set it.

“Is there… Is there any way I could help?” You ask, startling yourself. Thomas seems to be nearly as caught off guard as you; he glances at you, his brows furrowed. After a moment (during which you consider rescinding the offer, just out of embarrassment), Thomas nods shortly. He picks up the burlap sack and holds it out to you. You accept it, surprised when its weight nearly topples you; Thomas had been carrying it so effortlessly, you hadn’t realised how heavy it must be.

You’re not sure how long you spend following Thomas around the property, setting new traps, checking old traps, and sometimes just stopping to look out over the vast space, but you do know that by the time the bag is empty, your feet are starting to hurt. After the bag is empty and you’ve covered every square inch of the Hewitts’ land, Thomas leads you back to the garage, once more indicating for you to wait outside as he takes the sack from you and goes in.

As you wait for Thomas to return, a sheriff’s car pulls up to the house. A man in a sheriff’s uniform, with bushy eyebrows and light, silvery stubble, gets out. When he sees you leaning up against the outside of the garage, he immediately starts toward you. Taking a moment to recall what you know about Luda Mae’s eldest son, Hoyt, you realise that this must be him.

You smile, waving a bit. To your confusion (and discomfort), this seems to cause Hoyt’s expression to sour considerably. He’s yelling as soon as he’s within earshot of you: “What the hell’re you doin’ on my property?”

You shrink back against the wall, your eyes widening. “I-I…”

“Get the hell outta here,” Hoyt shouts, advancing on you quickly. “You’re trespassin’ on private property! You don’t get outta here right now, I got a right to shoot ya!”

“P-Please, no! I’m not- I swear I’m not trespassing, I, I-”

Hoyt makes a grab for your forearm with one hand, the other lifting up, and you stiffen, squeezing your eyes shut, preparing yourself for a blow.

Only it never comes.

Opening your eyes, you suddenly find something - or rather, someone - obscuring your field of vision. Thomas.

“Tommy? What the hell’s goin’ on here,” Hoyt growls. “We got trespassers?”

Thomas shakes his head firmly. He reaches back and tugs you forward to stand next to him, placing a heavy hand on your shoulder.

You can see, now, that Hoyt looks bewildered.

Thomas nudges you, and you realise now is your chance to explain yourself.

“I-I,” you pause, take a deep breath, and then continue with as much conviction as you can muster. “I’m not a trespasser, I’m a guest. L-Luda Mae invited me to stay for the night after my… my dorm-mates abandoned me.”

Hoyt doesn’t seem convinced, but just as he opens his mouth, Luda Mae’s voice floats across the yard from the backdoor: “Supper’s ready! Y’all come on!”

“Comin’, Mama!” Hoyt calls back reluctantly. To you, he says, “We’ll just see about that, won’t we, now?” With that, he stalks off toward the house.

You watch him go until the door closes behind him. When it does, you let loose a shaky breath, lifting a hand to your mouth.

Thomas is still standing next to you. His hand is still resting on your shoulder, the strangely familiar weight helping you stay grounded.

“Thank you, Thomas,” you say softly, almost timidly. “Thank you for protecting me. That was…” You sigh. “...That was really scary.”

Thomas seems unsure how to respond. He nods, his eyes avoiding your face.

He doesn’t remove the hand from you shoulder. You find that you don’t really mind.

You reach up hesitantly, placing your hand on top of his and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s go inside,” you say.

Thomas nods again, and the two of you set off for the house.

You almost swear that you see the faintest hint of a blush on what little you can see of his face.

[slasherstories123]

hi hi, could i request thomas hewitt x reader with an atrociously large skincare routine and they try to get tommy to do it ?? ty :-D

Thomas with a s/o who has a large skincare routine

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He was confused when he came into the bathroom and saw all those facial products laying around, he knew they were yours since no one else have them.

Thomas would sit there and watch you just to see what product comes first and what comes last. But after a while, he got used to it.

Sometimes He’d stand by the door and would wait for you to be done so you both could go to bed together.

Everything was quiet, the whole house was silent. All of the Hewitts went to sleep... Well almost all of them. You and Thomas were still up, but he was the one waiting for you, you were about to do your skincare routine for the night. Leaning against the doorway while he watched you get ready. An idea popped into your head. “Thomas? Do you want to join me?” You asked, looking over in his direction.

Thomas picked his head up as you called his name, thinking about the question you asked. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to Tommy.” After a few more seconds, he nodded his head, which made you smile as you grabbed a ponytail holder. Telling him to sit down on the toilet was you put his hair in a ponytail. After that, you grabbed two of your face masks, letring thomas take his mask off before putting one on his face first before putting yours on. He trusted you to where he took off his mask around you so it would be a big deal to both of you. You tried not to laugh at him since he looked funny with it on.

After you two took off your masks you went on with the other facial products you had, you were careful with his face since it was his first time, hoping that some of the products you had were right for his skin since it was always so dry. You could tell Thomas liked it and not only that but also by your gentle touches and when you rub some of the oils on his face.

By the time you were done, you gave him a smile before giving him a kiss on his forehead, to which he happily accepted.

[brandnewhuman]

Once again I'm writing shit no one has asked for but I want anyways so:

SLASHERS X READER GETTING OLD TOGETHER (Gentle giants edition)

INCLUDES:

Headcanons of Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Jason Voorhees growing older with their s/o

Tw: possible mention of cannibalism, murder, mentions of toxic households, some angst. If I missed anything you can say it!

A/N: listen, I just want to have my old age domestic bliss with this babes so this is going to be shameless self-indulgence. Also if you like it I can do it for the other slashers too.

THOMAS:

You two obviously have moved out after luda mae and hoyt died. You actually tried to go as far away as possible to be able to have a fresh start.

Probably married at some point. He may not say it but being able to call himself your husband makes his heart melt.

With so many years of being under your care and love he eventually feels less self conscious. He doesn't struggles that much anymore to believe he's worthy of your love.

That doesn't mean he takes your love for granted or that he has grown used to being with you. He's still shy as ever, he's a mess everytime you look at him smiling. He can swear that everyday he wakes up next to you he falls in love all over again just by looking at you in the eyes. He will never stop to feel butterflies inside his stomach everytime you're around.

He eventually found a normal job. Town folks were surprisingly accepting once they discovered how nice thomas actually is and what a lovely couple you two make. He even managed to make a few friends. Proving hoyt's theories about Thomas never being able to have a normal life wrong. Hoyt you can suck on a big fat toe

You both had made a good reputation for yourselves in town. and its actually really refreshing for Thomas to being able to live and not survive. Like really being free from the guilt, the violence and the horrors of what he had to do to maintain his family.

He is going full on with the old man life style once he retires. We're talking about keeping sweets in his pockets, holding hands with you while taking your daily walk around the neighbourhood and sitting on the couch cuddling with while watching cheesy sitcoms

Now that he has free time he's finding new hobbies to do together and his favorite by far is cooking and baking. He's taking it very seriously, has even bought aprons for him and you.

Now that he doesn't have to kill anyone to have something to eat he finds it really relaxing. He enjoys every part of it, even buying the groceries.

If you two had kids and/or grandchildren he will 100% bake and cook with them. He'll probably give too many sweets to the kids so try to keep an eye on him if you don't want your kids/grandchildren to get diabetes in one day

The part he loves the most about his new life is being able to see how you change throughout the years along him. Your greying hair, the marks on the corners of your mouth cause by a lifetime worth of moments smiling and laughing together, your beauty never withering only growing more mature.

And he's not ageing bad himself at all. Tommy is still the big strong boy you've met years ago. That hasn't change even now that he's old, the only visible change in his physics being a few wrinkles and white hairs.

But if we talking about age problems you can't see? Oh boy, buckle up.

Both of you are experiencing the joys of feeling aches everywhere. Getting up? Your knees are aching. Bending? Your back is killing you. Every bone in your body rattles from time to time

Now if is him hearing his back cracking because he just got up from bed then his only going to let a subtle grumpy grunt of annoyance

But if it's you? Bro is going full on panic mode thinking you just broke your fucking spine. He's never going to get used to it and will always fuss about it

Years of neglecting his health and forcing too much his body has took a tool on him though so make sure his getting checked from time to time and that he takes his medicines

Besides you too have to get checked cause, even if less serious than his, you still have your fair share of things to watch out for.

He reminds you of your medicines and you remind him of his.

He loves taking you to little dates like going to get ice cream together, taking you to a nice dinner out ecc

He has now no shame in kissing you, cuddling ecc. He's a serial smoocher

Dinners together are always romantic, it doesn't matter if there's no special occasion both of you will always make it nice with candles and music ecc

He loves to sit on the porch with you after breakfast or lunch.

He's definitely going to bring you flowers everyday.

The only bad thing he sees on getting older together is that the idea of losing you becomes more real everyday. He knows it's something normal and tries to not think about it too much. He only hopes that, if you two can go out together, he's the first to go cause he won't be able to be without you.

Overall his life is going to be much more happier and healthier. It was already happier the day you appeared in his life but now is really everything he wished for and more.

BUBBA:

Much more like Thomas his life with you will start to be much more happier and easier without having his family around to manipulate and beat him down.

It's a 50/50 between Drayton and his brothers dying or you being able to convince him to leave wit you.

Either way he's just so happy of been gifted the opportunity to spend so many years with you ♡

Bubba, unlike Thomas, still likes the idea of a house far from the town, with a nice garden ecc

Both of you would find a job and will still going to town for groceries ecc but he just prefers the calm and privacy of not being around people too much. Years of always being isolated are not going to heal so easy.

He's still as bubbly as always, maybe now with age his less energetic and more toned down but he's still a gentle giant full of joy.

Every night before going to bed he puts the radio on and has a cuddling session with you while listening you talk about anything you want to say

Now that he's a retired old man he doesn't has much to do so he takes this free time to engage in his passion for crafts ecc.

He's that type of old people who are always checking the whole house to see if something needs to be fixed.

He loves to have breakfast with you in the garden. Or to have cute picnics outside.

He's definitely going to have a dog and by the time you wake up in the morning he has not only take his daily walk with the dog, brought you flowers but he has made breakfast too.

He has learnt to drive eventually but if he was a danger behind the wheel when he was younger now that he's old he's a complete fuckin menace. Please don't let this man drive more than what's necessary

He has found he really enjoys reading and probably had to start using glasses but being the old man he is now they're probably atrociously ugly. Somehow, though, he manages to make them look cute on him.

You have to remind him to take his medication if has to take any. You would always leave it in his nightstand for him to take first thing in the morning with a note to make sure that if you're still asleep he will take them anyway.

He still acts like a teenager with a crush around you and his love has never lessen or toned down with the years.

This poor man health is a mess so yeah, have fun having doctor's appointments as dates

Anything you buy, make or bring for him he's going to treasure it like it's the most valuable thing he has. You both probably have a memory boxes

To make bubba happy you don't need to do much, you're both old and don't really have the energy to be doing crazy stuff so just sitting together on the couch and cuddling is more than enough for him

JASON:

I mean, you already kinda live the old couples life. The only difference being that now you both can actually call yourselves old

Jason out of the three gentle giants is the least likely to move out of the woods. He doesn't sees the need to leave if you both are doing just fine, plus this is his home and the only place he has known since he was a kid.

If it's normal jason he might consider it though, cause he's not getting any younger nor you and he worries about your wellbeing. Be it that you may need medical assistance or that someone hurts you ecc he doesn't want to putting at risk your life now that he's not that able of protecting you

If it's zombie Jason then he's likely to not give in. He loves you dearly but he could never be comfortable around people nor he would fit in enough to live a normal life. Plus he's not going to get old nor die, you're the own starting to look like a raisin here. He's only concern is to spend as much time as he can with you. He will try to slow down the whole killing thing, might settle to just scare people away just for the sake of not wasting time he could use on being with you

Normal jason it's a garden grampa. He's got the hat, the flannel with overalls, the gloves ecc... you even bought him a utility belt to keep his gardening tools at reach without him having to bend down or forcing his knees to get them.

Is always growing new flowers just for you, gets all giddy everytime you both go out to get groceries and you tell him he can buy new seeds.

If he has budge about living somewhere else the first years are going to be hard. Pam wasn't exactly happy about it, but she knew his darling was not going to be able to keep going with this forever and she didn't want to put you in danger neither so she gave her approval. He was actively terrorise everytime he had to interact with someone.

With time and patience and so much love and care from your part, he has grown used to be around people again. Even Pam was helping you in calming him down

After all this years he's still so careful around you. If he treated you like you were going to break before now he's even worse.

You have to talk to him about it cause he ends up neglecting and hurting himself by doing this.

Unpopular opinion but he's not going to be a early morning person anymore. With nothing to worry about and no responsibilities of staying alerted in case a trespasser gets close, all the lack of sleep and years of not resting are catching up on him.

He's not going to be grumpy but will probably sleep as much as he wants and that means that you're going to stay in bed until he doesn't wakes up

Again, like Thomas he's too going to have aches everywhere.

Mostly on his knees and arms from years of hunting down people. His muscles are sore most of the time

He loves having time to actually sit down with you to have meals together or to just watch TV without the thought of having to leave you at anytime to do something.

He's actually pretty healthy and makes sure you are too. His body has only softened a bit from having a more laid back lifestyle. He now eats better and doesn't has to worry about getting hurt ecc anymore

If you're with zombie Jason and you start to feel insicure about you being old and him staying the same he's going to do everything in his power to make you feel loved and comfortable. From his part his love has never changed in any shape or form. If anything it has been getting stronger day by day. The only thing that has changed is that he's now more careful with you and is more protective cause you're more fragile. But other than that everytime he looks at you he only sees his y/n, his little flower beautiful as always if not more

If you had kids and grandchildren he's the grandpa of grandpa's. Pam is over the moon seeing how your family is growing and how happy jason is around all of you

He's always going to carry some sort of sweet with him for the kids, takes them to eat ice cream and play outside, takes them after school if they want to spend time with him and you. He's always giving them money to buy something and it's like the sweetest old man in this world.

He has a thing for taking candid photos of you. You may find photos you didn't remember to take around the house.

Please learn with him how to crochet things so you can both make sweaters for each others.

His favorite part of the day is kissing and admiring you before falling asleep knowing that the next morning he's going to see you again. He's never going to grow tired of having you in his life

[whisper-in-the-night]

Undesirable

Plot: Thomas is omega who will never find his true mate. Or no?

Warnings: omegavers; deviation from the canon; omega!Thomas Hewitt, alpha!male!reader / Y/N

Note: sorry for a long waiting, I finally finished it :)

Part 3 | Part 1, Part 2, Part 4 , Part 5

•••

You entered the comfortably furnished kitchen, which was noticeably cooler than outside under the scorching Texas sun. The dark light curtains on the windows were tightly pulled apart, leaving the room in a slight semi-darkness, but this did not particularly affect the visibility in the room. The light source was a chandelier on the ceiling with a slightly crackling yellow light bulb.

Luda kindly sat you down at the table and put a kettle on the stove. There was a strange, but not unpleasant smell in the room, rather just an unusual one. You glanced around the room, admiring the small, but once lovingly furnished by the Luda herself. Obviously, this was the place where the woman spent most of her time, and not because of any household chores, but simply because of the peace of mind felt in this room.

There was a shrill whistle, and Luda, after putting a towel on the handle of the kettle, took the kettle off the stove and began pouring boiling water into cups. They were very beautiful cups that looked like real pearls. They looked very thin and delicate, each cup was painted in a delicate pastel color and framed with a gold border. And even though there were chips on the cups in some places, they still remained beautiful and graceful. After pouring tea into cups, Luda went to one of the cupboards and pulled out a plate with a small pie, in which several pieces were already missing. It must have been an apple pie, although you couldn't tell just by the look of it.

The woman carefully placed the pie in front of you and sat down on the next chair.

"Honestly, I wasn't expecting guests," she said with a smile, putting a piece of pie in your saucer. "Besides, I'm often not at home. It's been a long time since I've just had tea with someone, Y/N."

In response, you slightly lift the corners of your lips and thank the woman for the treat, breaking off a piece of pie with a teaspoon. But despite your first impression of this lovely woman's children, you realized from her further talking that they weren't so bad. Yes, Luda spoke of them as big children, but she loved them. And they obviously did too, just showing it in their own way. Right now, for you, she was just a woman who had a lot on her mind, and who simply had no one to talk to before you appeared. And you turned out to be a good listener. By the end of her dialogue, you've already eaten three whole pieces of pie.

"Thanks for the food, Luda. You cook just amazing," you said, smiling, "And where is your toilet..?"

"Oh? On the second floor, the second door on the right, honey."

You nodded briefly and went in the indicated direction. The bathroom was small, obviously it was a guest one, but cozy and clean. You quickly went to the toilet and hastily washed your hands when you heard new voices downstairs. A car door could be heard slamming violently from the outside, and then the front door closed. The house was filled with a lot of footsteps. Luda said something displeased to the newcomers, but you didn't hear what exactly. More footsteps, knocks, metal scraping. And silence.

You carefully left the bathroom and went down the stairs. Your fingers dug into the wooden railing with force when you saw strangers in the middle of the room. In the living room, an elderly man, a little older than Luda, was sitting in an armchair, and another man was standing next to the woman herself, who was standing in the center of the room and actively talking. In a beige uniform, taller than a woman, he looked like a typical sheriff you've seen in neighboring states. His hat was slightly on one side, and his hands were in his pockets. And his every resistance to Luda began with a tearful 'Oh mom!'. It was obviously one of her sons.

Finally, the man turned around, his wrinkled face frowning.

"Who the hell is this kid?" He gave you a look full of contempt.

"Charlie! This is our guest, he brought me home," Luda replied, grabbing her son by the nose.

"Mom, I asked you not to call me that in front of someone!"

The man came up to you, examining you from head to toe and as if constantly chewing something. He chuckled.

"You're a tough guy. Clearly not one of those.."

You smiled nervously, not knowing how to behave. The only thing left for you in this situation was to make a good impression and behave politely.

"Hello.. I am Y/N Y/S," you said in as even a tone as possible, holding out your hand. The man grunted in disbelief, but returned the handshake. "Hoyt. Sheriff Hoyt. "

There were heavy, slow footsteps and deep breathing behind you. A mixture of a pleasant peach fragrance, mixed with metal, wood and something else, hit your nose. Luda's face softened a little, and a soft word came out of her mouth 'There you are, Tommy.' You turned around and saw the same big, sweet guy you saw that day at Mrs. Hewitt's store. Thomas's dark hair was tousled and looked damp with sweat, and he was wearing a plaid shirt and a work apron stained with something dark brown.

"Tommy, why don't you take our guest to his room? And change your clothes, please. Dinner is coming soon."

The door handle clicked, and the man gently opened the creaking door in front of you. The room was small but cozy. There is a large bed in the corner of the room, a desk against the wall, a wardrobe and a large window curtained with white, slightly dusty curtains. The window was wide open, so that the air that had warmed up during the day penetrated into the room. You gave a short nod to your new acquaintance and entered the room. The mattress was incredibly soft, although there were old springs in some places, so it really made you feel at home. The bedspread was a little dusty, probably due to the rare use of this room, but the sheets underneath were crisp and clean. You looked up at the giant standing in the doorway and smiled slightly.

"Thank you," you said, and you could have sworn that in the blink of an eye, the room was filled with even more delicate scent of peach and honey.

The man nodded curtly and walked away. Immediately, another door creaked. Apparently, your room was next to his bedroom. You sighed, sinking your whole body onto the bed, small specks of dust rose into the air at once, now clearly visible in the rays of the evening sun. These people were strange. But they were.. nice? Maybe. At least they're better than your narcissistic relatives.

[slashersnstuff]

ur so underrated 🥺😩 can i pls have sum tommy hewitt with a pregnant s/o pls 😩 bonus if u add sum fluff for when the baby’s born

it can be fluff hcs or whatever u want tbh xoxo thank you

Thomas Hewitt x Pregnant GN! Reader FLUFF/SFW Headcanons

A/N: Aww thank youuu, anddd as you wish :)

I decided to go with short fluff headcanons.

Ps: there is a lil fluff for when the baby's born <33

- When Thomas finds out you're pregnant, he'll be over the moon.

- Although this man is already extremely gentle with you, you will start to notice that he's become even more gentle with you, which you didn't even know was possible.

- Thomas will always want to feel your baby bump, 24/7.

- He'll always be at your beckoning call. If you need him for something, he'll be right by your side in an instant.

- Thomas will most definitely cook for you and will be sure to pamper you with little gifts such as flowers, chocolates, and trinkets.

- Thomas will love the fact that you and Luda Mae have something to bond over and will be quietly watching you and Luda Mae have conversations about the baby and your pregnancy.

- He will kiss your stomach (A LOT) and will smile up at you with a smitten look on his face.

- If you feel like being alone, Thomas will respect your privacy, but, once you come out of hiding, expect him to have handmade something just for you, a constant reminder of his love for you.

- Thomas being the handyman that he is will probably sew some clothes for the baby before you even give birth.

- Hugs you heaps from behind just so that he can put his hands on your belly.

- When you go into labour, Tommy will panic and Luda Mae will have to calm him down. He'll be by your side the whole time, but he'll be scared, mostly because he's scared something will happen to you.

- He'll let you hold his hand while in labour; he doesn't mind how hard you squeeze.

- After giving birth, Luda Mae will be the one to wrap up and take the baby over to you, and Thomas will follow her, eyes ogling at the baby in Luda Mae's arms.

- Thomas will just melt at this point. He'll shower you in sweet kisses to comfort you as if to say "well done".

- Once it's Thomas' turn to hold the baby, he'll be so overwhelmed with love, he won't know what to do. He'll probably just stare in adoration, and eventually, an affectionate grin will sprawl across his face.

- Thomas would be such a good parental figure but would be extremely precautious, which isn't necessarily a bad thing, but it's not necessarily a good thing either.

- Tommy will marvel at how small and fragile the baby is in his grip. Since he does have quite large hands and arms, he'll be very careful and gentle with your child.

- He loves watching Luda Mae bond with her grandbaby; Thomas' face will light up with joy.

- Thomas admires the ways in which the child resembles you.

- He's at a loss for words with the way you and your child bond; he just melts right then and there.

- Expect him to touch your stomach often, even after you have given birth, it's his way of worshipping you and the wonders of your body.

- He loves your new stretch marks because they tell a wonderful story. Expect him to trace his fingers up and down your stretch marks often in admiration.

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

May I ask you to do slashers ( Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Sinclair brothers.) With s/o that has a little black kitten that is really sweet and cuddly ❤️. I'm sorry for bad English it's not my first language 😅

It's been 7 weeks 15+ months and three days

I'm sorry anon but this just turned out with the slashers with a black kitten, i didn't include much reader I'm so sorry 😭

S/O has black cuddly kitten!

Featuring: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt and sinclair brothers!

Michael Myers 🔪

Michael Obviously wasn't a big fan of it at first. He doesn't mind the cat itself. No he thought it was cute, the black fur made it look mysterious and cool but it was really affectionate, and he was lowkey worried he will accidentally step on it and kill it by accident and you'll get sad Or angry or whatever those human emotions you'll go through.

He couldn't do anything to it either, he tried to avoid it as much as he could but he could only do so much against a furry creature with a keen sense of smell. And then he had no choice but to accept that a small kitten was playing around his lap and pockets. He immediately grabbed it by its entire body and placed it firmly on the spot next to him when he heard you coming.

Did that stop the kitten? No, it immediately went back to trying to play on his lap.

He sometimes stares at both you and the tiny cat play together. Lifting it up by its armpits and holding the animal close to your face as it licks your nose and you laugh sweetly. Michael decided to have a staring contest with the cat and glare at it later that night,And he lost when your baby started licking his face too.

Now he doesn't have the energy to gaf when your furry child latches itself to michel and sniff and mess with his clothes affectionately. Ig it was a nice backup company when you were gone.

Jason Voorhees 🪓

He doesn't even know how such a small cute animal like that can survive in a place where he lives.

Honestly he was scared of it at first. Similar to Michael he was scared he was gonna accidentally hurt it. And he may or may not have heard of those superstitions of black cats bringing bad luck, he tried his best to avoid it but the sheer power of a kitten's love and beauty is far too much for even a 6'5 huge bulky killing machine to resist.

It started when you went out one day for necessities Jason gets kinda sad and depressed but then your little cutie came and rubbed it's face into Jason's pants, looking for his attention and then bam. You come home to find the both of them running around the campus. (Ur kitten was jumping around and you almost died.)

The cat will soon take after the characteristics of his 'father'. Both are intently looking at you while following you wherever you go and you don't really know what to do. (Insert Jason and a black kitty with it's tail moving slowly from side to side while both are staring at you.)

He definitely likes playing with the musty overcooked puss but gets embarrassed when you find them and if you start teasing him. It's not like you're insulting him but he doesn't want you to view him as someone who is overly soft and maybe "unmanly".

He gets jealous (jealous?) When he sees the both of you together... Without him!? He's stomping towards you guys and then stares at both of you.

Will literally get so angry or panic or maybe both if a victim had discovered either of you. Makes it his goal to turn that person into nothing but chunky messy pieces of bloody meat if it even dares tries contact with you two.

There will be no harm guaranteed with Jason by you and your kitty's side.

Thomas hewitt ⛓️

Fell in love with your baby kitten at first sight, Literally!

He's a busy man but loves spending free time with you and your four legged sweetie even if he's tired. He melts into a blob of hot glue when he's chopping up victims and it climbs from his back to his shoulders and just rests and Or spends the entire time with him.

We all know Thomas is warm, so that hairy coal dusted meow meow will soon eventually fall asleep on Thomas, and it's the most heartwarming and cutest thing when you see the love of your life with your smol ass child on the palm of his hands like a little sushi roll and sleeping peacefully.

You will also commonly find Thomas and the cat together in bed during nighttime, they are best friends now.

He just looks at the cat while it's nuzzling up to him and wonders 'how can such a small thing live?'

We all know hoyt is a bastard and WILL try to mess with your dark choco pussycat but Thomas and Luda mae are in the dark corner with white glowing pupils. (Plus you running towards him straight with a pan.) Your kitty doesn't see anything wrong though, such a sweet one.

He loves how cuddly your cat is, it's the perfect solution when the family starts getting stressed. One little paw on any limb and it'll instantly lighten the mood.

He wishes he can spend more time with you and your newly adopted child but business is business but the time will come where you can all act like one small but big family<3.

Sinclair brothers 🕯

Bo despised it at first. Like really. He already has one mutt to take care of (not rlly) and now there's a fucking cat in the house? He wanted to avoid it as much as possible but the fact it just followed him no matter where he went both annoyed him and flattered him. He decides to sit down and the coca cola flavoured kitten child decides to sit with him too? And have the audacity to lick his clothes??? Well it's not that bad... Still, he picked it up and dropped it where you were and the vantablack, wormhole, monstrous shadow king of the land of darkness turns around and meows at him. Bo quickly left after that. He's a prick sometimes and messes with the kitty like holding it by it's collar but all it does is meow, lick, purr and hug his arm or bury its face into Bo's clothes and what can he even do anyways. After a while he started to not mind, actually loves it. But he will deny to no end if you ask him if he does though. But you saw how he and the cat fell asleep on top of each other one night. And that's more than enough for an answer.

Vincent thinks it's adorable, he's wondered how having a cat would be like for quite a while and safe to say he's not disappointed. It's nice to have a warm fuzzy little thing playing around him when he's painting, it would've been perfect if you were there and leaned against him. He's honestly pretty surprised the poosay actually wants to hang out around him, the place he's in is really warm 24/7 and he doesn't expect an animal to like it. The power of love is indeed strong. Coming to your boyfriend's room and finding him in his bed with your kitten just chilling around is probably hot and cute. Absolutely handles your fluffy ball of black fur child with a loving and gentle care and you often see vincent trying to make Jonesy and the cat get familiar with each other. I can see him getting along pretty well with animals? It's a lottery since your cat likes to get touchy. Likes painting the black fusty and damp blop of flesh, just waving the paintbrush around while your baby tries ro catch it is just *sobs*. black kitties are aesthetic and he knows it. Bro 100% falls in love again when he sees you with the burnt living food, it's in his mind rent free forever now.

Lester loves it, he already has a dog he takes care of and now there's a cat!? Sign him up! It takes a little while getting used to for Lester, having a cat is nothing like having a dog. He's used to the sheer power of a toddler sized pitbull lunging towards him (playfully) but now he has a tea cup sized baby cat that you can crush with 5% of power climbing up his pants? Damn this was better than he expected. He always heard some people say cats are the equivalent of evil and he was prepared for its attacks but now those people are mute to him. He didn't bring the fetus that close to Jonesy because what if she eats it (jonesy wouldn't do that). Honestly lester is just having the time of his life with two dawgs and you find them on all ground after maybe 1 hour sleeping peacefully and you joined them too cause you ain't missing out on something like that. Sometimes he forgets that it's weaker and more fragile than jonesy and uses more strength than needed when playing with the kit, your little baby just thinks it's extra strong love though<3.

[thedeathdoctor]

Saved by the Succ

Thomas Hewitt x Reader

Inspired by this post by @raccoonmonster

NSFW crack under the cut

Fire burned in your chest as your lungs worked overtime to provide oxygen to your aching legs. Running was never your forte, instead, you preferred hiking and long walks; currently you had no choice. Not with the man after you, surprisingly fast for his hulking form at times, swinging a chainsaw wildly at your heels. Nothing in the area looked familiar, just long, brittle grass and waist high briars that seemed to reach out for you, drawing long, red streaks across your exposed skin. 

Up ahead, a long forgotten farmhouse caught your attention, barely visible through the surrounding overgrowth. Perhaps if you could hide and wait...he might keep running. Hide a day or two for him to leave for sure, then try to walk along the roads until you could find someone to flag down. You didn’t have much energy left to keep going. 

Taking a quick glance back, you could no longer see the man behind you, though the chainsaw motor could be heard still moving towards you, loudly clearing the brush you had slipped through moments before. You spurred yourself on, promising your struggling body the rest it demanded when you were safely hidden.

You ran past the house and once you were certain that there was no line of sight between you, circled around to a side entrance. Gingerly, you stepped around the weave of vines and dead growth as silently as you could. Old floorboards creaked under your feet, and you dropped to your hands and knees. As a kid, you’d learned how to sneak out of your parent’s house with its creaky foyer once you were old enough to find you way into more trouble. 

Light filtered down into the house though the holes and broken windows in the walls, dust dancing in the beams. In the hallway of the first floor, you found a mostly intact closet and scrambled inside. Your back pressed into the corner as you hugged your knees to your chest, bringing your forehead to rest on them to stifle your heaving breaths. 

Your ears were on high alert as you scrunched your eyes shut and prayed for help. Outside, you could hear the man searching for you. You wondered when he would look inside the house, tearing though the fragile wood that veiled you. 

Finally, after an eternity had passed, aging you well over a hundred years, the sound dimmed before subsiding completely. And still you did not move. You did not move until the light filtering into the closet had faded entirely, leaving you alone in the dark. 

You were exhausted, but something in the back of your head urged you that you needed to keep going. You needed to find help. 

Tentatively, you emerged from your hiding spot. Soft, cool moonlight faintly illuminated the house, giving you enough confidence to stand up. You hadn’t heard anything of the man for hours. Besides, no one in rural anywhere did much of anything between sunset and sunrise. With the light of the moon, you could start walking and get a decent distance away in the hours of the night. 

You exited the house, leaving through the least overgrown doorway. The faint impression of a private road leading away from the house curved off towards the left. 

You set off towards the road, not looking forward to the journey that lay ahead of you. You didn’t want to think about it, the other dangers that came with the night, coyotes, unseen venomous snakes, hidden holes in the ground that waited to break your ankles. Though the moonlight aided your vision, you remained focused intently on the ground as you walked, searching for the next safe footstep. 

As you rounded the bend in the path, a crashing sound behind you startled you before enormous arms picked you up and tossed you over the person’s shoulder. A scream escaped your lips as you, though upside down and closer than you ever wanted, recognized the blood stained apron of your pursuer. Your body was weak and tired, and you did not have much left in you to struggle to escape. All you could do was rest your head, your cheek smushing up against the man’s belly with his every step. 

Your arms dangled limply, brushing the bottom of the leather apron. The blood rushing to your head gave you a lightheaded sensation and you felt nearly giddy. Thoughts of how to escape him turned into an acute awareness of his powerful thighs as they flexed under the apron. You wondered dumbly to yourself about what size cock such a man like this would hold. 

Whatever the reason, either the exhaustion, terror, or the memento mori of it all, you slid a hand up towards his crotch and began to rub him through the heavy apron. Truly, you weren’t sure if he had noticed it, much less felt it because his gait hadn’t changed. Still, you persisted, feeling a slight bulge form, pressing back against the leather. 

The anticipation of his reaction motivated you to gather up the apron skirt in one hand, moving it aside for your other to slide across the front of his pants. His crotch was warm, even through the rough fabric of his trousers. Still mostly soft, his cock easily spanned from your fingertip to your wrist. Gently, you began to knead it with your palm, feeling it grow and stiffen against your hand.

From behind the grotesque mask, a soft, low moan was the audible feedback you wanted to hear. You didn’t expect it to sound so...husky, deliciously erotic for the voice of a monster. You realized that his breathing had gotten heavier, and his pace began to slow from the brisk powerwalk that it had been. 

He was half hard when he let out another moan. The free hand at his side twitched as if he wanted to readjust himself, but couldn’t bring his hand to touch yours. Certainly very strange for a man who held your thighs tight to keep you over his shoulder. 

The curiosity overwhelmed you, and you slipped your fingers past the waistband of his trousers. Your hand explored where you desperately wanted - but couldn’t - see. Precum dribbled and drooled from the tip; you used the generous fluid to slick your fingers before proceeding further. His foreskin easily retracted to expose the sensitive head, and you reveled in sliding it gently back and forth. 

He now struggled to walk, each step getting slower and slower. Yet he did not stop you, despite his strength. This man had the power to do whatever he wanted with you and still allowed you to continue. A brief thought flickered across your mind. You wondered if anyone had ever touched him like this before.

Your fingers wrapped around the top of his cock as your thumb traced circles around the tip. In your grasp, he grew until the tip of your thumb and middle finger were unable to meet when wrapped around. He had stopped walking, now just standing in the path letting you explore his length. 

You began to stroke him, conservatively at first, your hand sliding over the protruding veins that crisscrossed his shaft. He was impressive, in both length and girth, and you wanted nothing more than to fill yourself up with it. Your body, coursing with arousal, ached with your need, and you were unable to do what you wanted with him from your current position. 

Greedily, you pulled his apron away further, your elbow keeping it in place to free up your other hand. His trousers were easily undone, letting you slip his cock out so you could stroke him with both hands. His head tilted back, ever so slightly as he groaned in pleasure, and slowly, carefully sunk to his knees. The hulking, murderous man was becoming putty in your hands, his hips mindlessly matching the pace you stroked him at. 

The arm holding you over his shoulder relaxed and you took full advantage, swinging your right leg over his head and hooking your calves behind his head, centering your body with his. With your thighs squeezing his head, he had a spectacular view of your ass that he was unable to keep his hands off of. Drooling and throbbing, his cock was mesmerizing, and you held it in both hands as you brought the tip to your lips. 

The sounds he made were exquisite, deep, heady moans over his ragged, desperate panting encouraged you to be more vocal; you let out soft moans in between the wet kisses you lavished his cock with. Your tongue swirled across the tip, lapping up the precum spilling out, your lips coating the shaft with the mix of it with your drool. Your jaw ached to fit as much of him as you could, your hands attending to stroking the remaining length. 

You could feel him nearing his release, frantic and desperate for you to keep going, and you had never felt more powerful in your life. His body shuddered, and you took as much as you could of him into your mouth a moment before the first spurt hit your throat. Upside down, you struggled to swallow as much of it as you could, releasing his spent cock from your lips afterward. 

Uncrossing your legs, you flipped yourself onto the ground, your eyes darting around for an escape while he was still dazed. One of his large hands grabbed you before you had a chance to run; you froze in place. He pinned you down against the earth, towering over you as you looked up at him, his helpless victim. As his fingers hooked around your pants and began to undo them, you realized he wasn’t about to kill you. He was going to return the favor.

[bruhhhh-huhhhhh]

Hi!!could you do a slasher ship for me please? No one ever did for me and id love one..

Im short (1.57) im chubby with stretch marks on my legs and tummy i also have a big bossom but no ass (unfortunately 😔) and thicc thighs

I wear glasses and have brown curly hair most times in a bun

I like to wear dresses/skirts most of the time

unfortunately becouse of anxiety one of my biggest flaws are my nails..their bitten to the core and i can be insecure about my tummy/weight too

I can be pretty shy and quiet (introvert) i went trough a lot of bullying so im scared to speak up most of the time but i always try to be helpfull and sweet g

I like to paint,bake,draw,collecting flowers,lisent to music

I hope its not much trouble

Of course, hun!

I match you with...

Thomas Hewitt!

This sweet boy absolutely ADORES you. From your hair, no matter what style it's in, to your thighs, no matter how thick

If he sees you biting your nails when you two first start dating, he'll be confused and slightly concerned, but he won't say anything in fear of making you mad

If you express to him why you bite your nails and that you dislike it, anytime he sees you doing it he'll gently stop you by either taking your hands and holding them in his for as long as he can or tap your arm

The two of you seem to develop your own form of speaking without words, and it confuses the heck out of Hoyt and Monty. Then again, Monty doesn't really care, and Luda Mae will beat Hoyt if he tries to comment on it

Can also be introverted due to the bullying he went through, so the two of you relate to each other on that front

When you go to him telling him that you're having a really bad day, whether it be from your anxiety kicking your ass or you're having bad body image day, he'll drop everything just to comfort you. He really does love you, so to hell with getting yelled at. Luda Mae will understand, so neither of you get in trouble, and you even get a sweet treat after dinner that day if you want one

When it comes to your height, he loves it. He loves being able to smother you with all of his loves when you two are in bed at night. His favorite thing to do is lean down and give you a little forehead kiss before going back to work

Luda Mae loves to bake with you. Her favorite thing is seeing Tommys face light up when you give him the cupcakes you and Luda made for him

Will trace your stretch marks, and no I don't take criticism. Say you two are laying down after a long day of working. The breeze from the open window finally comes in and you and Thomas are cuddled together. His favorite thing to do in that moment is trace your stretch marks because it reminds him that you're real, and not some perfect person his mind made up for him

He loves all of the skirts and dresses you wear. If he sees one in a victim's stuff that he thinks you'll like, he won't hesitate to grab it and gift it to you. You might wanna wash it first though

[halloweenbitch2764]

Please fulfill my NSFW request. Where the S/O have the innocent and kind personality but doesn't know what sexual intercourse is and Slachers Michael, Jason, Brahms, Harry Wander and Pyramid Head were already together for a long time in a relationship with the S/O, to the point of being frustrated by the S/O not repairing or understanding their approach.

Hi! So I don't write for Harry and Pyramid Head *yet* so I'm gonna throw in some other characters instead 💖

Warnings: Pinches of NSFW

Michael Myers

The least subtle of like, anyone

Will just pick you up and throw you onto the bed once he feels the relationship is far enough for him to make his move

He'll start trying to undress you

Which hella confuses you so you grab his wrists

He stops but doesn't say anything

Just tilts his head

"Um, why are you trying to take my clothes off?"

Is stunned for a minute

You had to know what he was getting at. You were just playing dumb.

But he could tell from the look in your eyes that you were genuinely confused

Since he doesn't talk he'll get frustrated because how is he supposed to explain what he wants?

Ends up making the 👉👌 signal with his hands

You picked up on it because immature kids at school had made the signal all the time and then would laugh

You have to explain to him that you didn't know hardly anything about sex

It would frustrate him a bit but excite him more knowing he would be the one to fill you up and take your virginity

He'd end up helping you ;P

Jason Vorhees

100000000% innocent

Was raised that sex was for marriage

And therefore knows absolutely nothing about it

It wasn't proper to talk about

And he felt horrible for even having such thoughts before you two were married

So he wouldn't know how to ask you for what he wanted

He had figured out that he would try to initiate it after arguing the pros and cons with himself

He'd try to be subtle but would end up making it obvious

He'd guide you to the bedroom and set you on the bed

When you didn't argue he was more confident and slightly surprised

But when his hand rubbed against your crotch you squeezed your legs together to tell him to stop

He'd panic inwardly

"W-What are you doing?"

He'd make grunts and point to the best of his abilities to explain what it was he wanted

It might take a while but eventually you'd catch on

You'd be super flustered like him and explain your situation

He'd feel relieved

At least he wasn't the only inexperienced virgin

It would be a learning experience for both of you

Brahms Heelshire

Did someone say horndog?

Has only learned what sex was from books he's read

So he has a very very very VERY basic concept of what it is

Like, he knows where his dick goes and that's about it

So he's fairly innocent as well save for the harlequin romance novels he's read while in the walls

The least subtle motherfucker besides Michael

Once y'all have been dating long enough for him to think it's time, he'll make his move

He'll pin you to the couch one day and you'll feel his erection rub against your thigh

Which confuses you

And he notices the confused expression on your face

He'll tilt his head as if asking what you were confused about

"What are you doing?"

He's stunned

How do you not understand what he's trying to get at?

Will likely end in him throwing a temper tantrum

Because he's a spoiled brat

And you'll have to calm him down and get him to explain what he was trying to do

Then you'll get flustered and embarrassed because you know close to nothing about sex

It'll definitely be a learning experience for you both

Billy Loomis

A big fucking horndog

If you're lucky he'll wait to make his advances until the second or third week you're dating

I know this says after dating a while but lets face it, it wouldn't be a while with him

But he's a teenage boy

He's got his needs

And that's part of what your job was as his S/O

He'd be confused IMMEDIATELY when you broke the kiss instead of going into a make out session when he was trying to initiate one

He wasn't used to people not picking up on him and not trying to get him into the bedroom

So when you broke the kiss and just vibed watching the horror movie he was confused

But you wouldn't knock him off his game that quick

So he would let his hand rest on your thigh

And then it would move up

And soon enough to your inner thigh

You didn't show any reactions to it really

Not like the ones he was used to receiving

There was *maybe* a slight hint of a blush but it wasn't obvious

Now he's mega confused

So he decides a new approach

He becomes more subtle and flirtatious in both his words and in tone

Annnnnnd nothing

He'd continue trying for the next week or so

Then his frustration would boil and he may or may not end up yelling at you, releasing the stress and confusion of the past week

You'd have to explain to him that you hadn't been taught much of anything about sex and was even less aware of the signals he was giving

He would teach you from there if you wanted to learn~

Thomas Hewitt

Is just as awkward about sex as you are, and only not as innocent because of Hoyt

He only becomes comfortable talking about it once you've been dating for a while

The farthest you'd gone was kisses

You'd never even had a make out session

And his hands never left your waist

And as much as he hated it, it wad starting to annoy him

He figured it wasn't your fault that you were so innocent

But he wondered how you hadn't had any sexual urges by now

Didn't everyone? Or most people at least?

He tried bringing it up subtly and prayed you'd catch on

You didn't

Which left him more annoyed

He was never one to come right out and ask about stuff like that

It wasn't polite as he'd learned from Luda Mae

He'd make advances from then on

He'd move his hands down to your inner thighs and to just below your chest

There was no way you wouldn't catch on

Right...?

Wrong

You figured he was just setting his hands where they were comfortable

As much as he absolutely hated it he'd end up going to Luda Mae for advice for how to approach it

He would be the least pushy (besides Jason) and would end up struggling to figure out how to get you to understand what he wanted

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Not SFW Alphabet. (T. B. H. Ver.)

w: female-coded language.

A — Aftercare (What are they like after sex?)

His version of aftercare is, first and foremost, holding you close. He's so grateful for your existence, he can only bring you close to him, breathing heavily, one meaty hand trying to sweep the hair off your eyes so he can look at your features properly. His chest rumbles with something akin to a purr, seemingly unbothered with the intense, heady scent of sex clinging to everything in the room. He's utterly content for a blissful moment, sated in every sense of the word, the love of his life lying in his arms... That doesn't last long, though. Either he needs to go back to work, or you start wriggling against his hold, whining about how sweaty and sticky you feel. You won't need to walk, he'll take you to the shower with him, while you hang off his neck and giggle impishly, pecking up and down his face. If you play your cards right, this can lead to a second round.

B — Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, he likes his shoulders and back. Why? Because you love jumping on him from behind to hug him, peppering sloppy kisses there. You don't mind the scars or the marks, left there by his skin condition or an escaping victim. Also, when you nestle your head between his shoulder blades when sleeping, his chest tightens with affection. And you tend to leave some scratches there during love making, too. He loves that.

On you, he adores your collarbones. He finds them so dainty, so alluring. Forget about showing off your cleavage, just wear a sundress with spaghetti straps or a scoop neckline and watch him lose all composture. If you decide to wear your hair up, there's no saving you. You will get ravaged.

C — Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Creampies are a common occurrence with Thomas, to put it simply. For the first year or so, you can't really roam around freely through the house, let alone go shopping, so condoms are impossible to adquire. His load is heavy, and when I say it, I mean it. You know those compilations of huge cumshots that look like an off-camera crew member is squeezing a bag of watered-down icing? Like that, but real. That's the reason he doesn't cum on your face unless you assure him you really, really want it. He has no qualms about cumming on your chest or butt, but finishing inside you is his go-to. He doesn't like pulling out right after, so whenever he decides to get off you, his seed will come trickling out in a copious stream.

D — Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He's stolen your panties more times than he can count. If you're too busy to spend “quality time” together, he'll snatch a pair out of your underwear drawer, hiding them in his apron until he's sure he won't be bothered for a while, whipping his cock out and rubbing it with the delicate material until he cums on the seat of it. He's also prone to steal them right after you've had sex, but he doesn't use those to masturbate, he brings them up to his nose and takes a long breath, jerking his hard length vehemently.

E — Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

None at all. Witnessing what Hoyt does to female victims can't be considered learning material under any circumstances, and Thomas didn't need, or want, a girl kicking and screaming like that, spitting in his face, calling him a monster. That's what he expected from you the first time he gathered the courage to touch you, but you didn't. You happily welcomed his advances and made your own, guiding his trembling hands and coming closer, without flinching or cowering at the sight of him. Now, his style is definetly not perfect, but he's committed to memory everything that ticks your boxes, everything that makes you sigh and moan and tremble.

F — Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Wrapped Lotus, Upstanding Citizen, and Leapfrog. He loves watching your face while you cum, but fucking you from behind seems to get the best reactions, so... yeah.

G — Goofy (Are they serious in the moment? Or are they humorous? Etc)

He likes light-hearted sex, leaning towards serious, but it mostly depends on your mood. If you're feeling playful, giggling and sticking out your tongue at him whenever he tries to grab you, he'll play along, chuckling deep in his chest and shoving a hand up your shirt to play with your nipples, amused by the way all that mischievousness fades away immediately. So, while he does prefer sex to be less frivolous, he enjoys having fun in the sheets too.

H — Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? Etc)

He is well groomed... now. He didn't need to trim his pubes before meeting you, and they didn't really bother him at all, so he just let them be. But after fucking a couple of times, he started getting annoyed with the wet hairs sticking everywhere, so he cut them short. Also, you told him blowjobs are a lot more enjoyable on your part when you don't have to dig inside your mouth to get rid of the hairs. The carpet does match the drapes.

I — Intimacy (How are they during the moment?)

Intimate as hell, he can't fathom the idea of sex without adding prolonged eye-contact and wandering caresses. His hands have to be holding yours, foreheads touching, lips locked together. If the possition doesn't allow this kind of contact, he'll hold your waist tightly, caressing the nape of your neck, squeezing your ass, cupping your tits, anything. Detached sex is a huge no for Thomas.

J — Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He'll masturbate when you're not available, but he didn't do it much to begin with. If you're exhausted, or sick, or just not in the mood for whatever reason, he won't pressure you at all. He's a grown man, he knows how to take care of himself, it's not the end of the world. He goes to the bathroom and rubs one out, or ignores it until it goes down.

K — Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Breeding Kink. The mere thought of impregnating you makes him dizzy, blood rushing to his cock at breakneck speed. Every time you lay there, stuffed with his cum, he starts fantasizing. About how stunning you'd look, all big and round with child, glowing. Honestly, bearing his children is the only way to convince Thomas you truly love him.

Pregnancy Sex. Seeing you, waddling around the house, all round and cute with his child in your belly does things to Thomas. When he's not breathing down your neck, fretting over every little incident you may encounter, he's groping your swollen tits and rubbing your clit until you're mewling and dripping down your legs. You seem to crave his cock even more now, catching every heated stare you throw his way, and he's both absolutely bewildered and utterly elated. He'll give you everything you want without a complaint for the first trimester, fucking you over and over again if you so desire. After that, he'll refrain from penetration, but his fingers and mouth are at your disposal.

L — Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Mostly, your shared bedroom. He can be convinced to fuck you in the kitchen if Luda Mae is out, or on the couch, but he'll be a bit apprehensive about it, what if someone catches you? If you two go out for a walk, he won't say no to fucking you against a tree or into the ground. He won't fuck you in the basement unless you tease him mercilessly, strutting around and flashing him your underwear. Beware, though, you'll get slammed on the table and pounded.

M — Motivation (What turns them on? What gets them going?)

Showing him domestic bliss. If you cook him something in the middle of the day and bring it to him while he's busy working, kissing his cheek and praising him, his cock will stirr between his legs. If you ask him to zip up your dress, he'll plant scorching kisses to the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. If you notice he ripped the seams of one of his shirts and stitched it up for him... The little things that show how much you care about him seduce him instantly.

N — NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No impact play. None. He won't hit you, don't even ask him.

No choking either. His life has way too much violence in it already, he won't hurt the woman he loves too.

Degrading him will turn him off immediately, he might even leave the room altogether.

Once he's comfortable with going maskless around you in private, don't ask him to put it on. Even if you insist it's because it turns you on, he'll think you grew sick of his face.

O — Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

He has no preference. If you show him how to 69, he's set for the rest of his life. Giving and receiving, at the same time? Sounds like a deal to him.

P — Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc)

This also depends on you quite often. Like I said, if you're feeling kittenish, he'll adapt to that. That doesn't mean Tommy won't have fun, he'll tease you with barely-there touches and shallow thrusts, or rubs of his frenulum over your clit until it swells with blood, but no actual penetration before you ask him nicely.

If you're feeling more, I don't know, tempting, he'll catch onto your mood, and provide. He knows his towering size arouses you, so he uses that against you, cornering and groping your body. Moving panties to the side and entering you in one swift push.

If he's mad, because collecting food was harder that day, or he couldn't see you at all, both of you too crowded with your tasks, he'll want to have you asap. There'll be little to no foreplay, just mindless fucking, massive hands leaving fingerprints all over. It's less love-making than it is a dog breeding its bitch.

Q — Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex. And if they happen, how often? Etc)

Just because they happen really often doesn't mean he likes them better than proper sex. He just doesn't have a lot of free time in his hands. He hates that, but quickies with him are not half bad, on the contrary, they're pretty damn good. Yeah, normally it's just a hard and fast fuck, but that doesn't mean it's any less fun.

R — Risk (Are they down to experiment? Do they take risks? Etc)

Not really? There are many things that weird him out, turn him off, or down-right disgust him. Like, why would you want someone to stroke your cock with their feet? Inserting things on your urethra? No, thank you. The only risk he takes is having sex unprotected.

S — Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Godly, in both endurance and pace. He can go for three rounds before he needs to take a break, maybe four. And his refractory period is short, ten minutes max, so it's up to you to cut him off if you can't go anymore.

T — Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Due to the time period and location, this is just not plausible. So, no.

U — Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

Thomas is a tease, he just doesn't realize it. You have trouble reaching something from a shelf? Don't you worry, he's there to help, pressing up against your back while at it. Is it too hot for his normal attire? You'll get to witness the wonder that is Tommy in a black t-shirt and jeans. Those beefy arms... out for you to see? Chile. Catching him bending over is a treat for you too, his ass is fan-fucking-tastic. Plus, a sweaty Tommy is a good sign (and a sight to behold), because it means you can weasel out of your chores and go down to the basement with the excuse of bringing him something cold to drink... and maybe snog your lover a little.

V — Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

Not that loud, mainly grunts and sighs, maybe some whines and huffs here and there if it feels particularly good. He likes hearing your voice, but if you're too loud he'll worry about his family hearing you. Nobody wants that, you know?

W - Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character of your choice)

If you apply mild moisturizer to his face, he'll be eternally grateful. The skin around his eyes gets unbearably tight in the colder months, and so does his cheeks. Honestly, share your whole self-care routine with him. His overall hygiene will improve drastically, and that boosts his mood as well. A win-win situation.

X — X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Eight inches long, with the slightest curve upwards, thick. Thick enough to stretch you beyond repair, ruining your cunny for anyone but him. A shower, but that apron conceals it nicely. Because of his height and width, he may seem small... that's not the case.

Y — Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Before you came along, not that high. His masturbatory sessions were few and far between, and only when he was way too pent-up. His libido increases exponentially after you make an appearance. He doesn't need to rely on his hand to satisfy him anymore, he has you! What could be better that a warm and willing woman to get rid of his lust? The answer is simple: nothing. At all.

Z — ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterwards?)

Depends on how tired he is. His family depends on him a lot, he works from dawn till dusk, so maybe he just wants some horizontal tango and a well-deserved, undisturbed night of sleep. If the day wasn't particularly draining, he'll haul ass to the bathroom after regaining your breaths. If he's truly exhausted, it's a miracle he's up for some sweet lovin' in the first place, so the moment his head hits the pillow he's out like a light. You'll just need to place your head on his chest and, voilà, that's it for the day.