Uhhmmm… is your Thomas Hewitt fic still updating? I’m stalking ur account everyday gughghguhiefkh the snipits you wrote are so delicious PLS FEED ME PLSPLSPSLSLSPLSLSLS (no pressure!!!)
… 50k and still editing….
IM SORRYYY IM SLOW I KNOW AUGHH but im so happy you like my writing omg🥹 idk when ill publish the full fic because like im feeling kinda choked in my story😓 so its a work in progress..
I’d either lean into the villainess persona, taking the rare opportunity to let out my most volatile and pent up emotions on the dumbasses I’m forced to be around, or just begin partying.
Tbh if I had the wealth of some of these people in these villainess/reborn stories I’d never get married and just fuck off and enjoy my life.
I’d probably actively try to get to know the people who are going to become powerful in the future sure, friends in high places after all, but if I’m reborn after having a shitty marriage I’d swear off marriage all together
Those delicious sweaty and overworked right hand man/Butler of the male lead? The tired comic relief that's sad about the heroine abandoning him? The Toxic parent of either of the main characters that are evil but also strangely hot???
They're all on my pink glittery strap and every Tuesday and Wednesday I meet one of them for a hook up till I mess up my scheduling and they all end up meeting each other and start to string things together till they look like that one spiderman meme.
Pls pls I’m eating my fist imagine Dracula being obsessed with you
Him being so emo thinking he’s a monster how could someone so beautiful like you love his beastful heart? In his Castel he weeps and watched you from the shadows shielded from the sun that stings on his skin, an ache in his heart and a twist in his stomach and a tear in his eye as he watches day to day how you age, and he does not. His tongue licks over his fangs and he bites his lips at the thought of turning you into his kin, his heart sinks at your reaction, will you be angry? Resent him for all of your shared internity? Or be gleeful to never be alone again, never fear death or illness. He turns back to his bedroom and lets his fingers glide down the fabric of your wedding attire he sew together himself, a traditional white fabric, decorated with lace and pearls, he twirls a piece of complimentary jewellery in his fingers and imagines you wearing it, smiling in the moonlight in a beautiful forest opening he foreseen as your wedding ceremony scenery, an alter was already built, seats for guests and a few decorations scattered as the winds sway flowers and grass underneath you, he takes your hands in his and puts a ring on your finger, a blush crosses your skin, instead of his lips nearing yours he kisses your neck, you turn your head away, showing your throat to his mercy, your body falls into his arms and he hold your waist like a lover, his teeth gaze your skin and sink in to gift you life internal. More intimate than any kiss he drink a sip of your last mortal blood and soon feels you skin turn colder alike his, your warmth flows down his throat and he shudders at the thought of a part of you being with him forever, the vampire pulled from your body away and looks at the mark he left, more lasting than any ring could be he marked his lover, any beast will know you already have one in your heart, and he his too big to share any place in it with anyone else, your hazy eyes clear and before the confusion can wade of where you are and who he is he pushes his lips on yours and whispers a command „Stay“ he mumbles into your lips and like a trance you listen,
DRACULA BELOVED \(///O///)/ after the kiss hes prepeared for a slap to his cheek, how dare he? kiss his beloved so rudthful and wed you to be his with the venom now in your body marrking you as vamp. but the stinging doesnt come, his eyes sway to yours and he felt his heart drop at your sobs, deavestated of what youve become you cry into his arms, in this vornurable moment you clutch at his clothes for support. "h-how could-" a sob shudders your chest and you sink even more, he held you tighter to his body, guilt and remorse filled his heart and he imagines bile in his throat, how could he do this to you? his angel, his muse his beloveded and now wedded sweet? "my dear, I..." he meets your eyes once again and clears his throat, "you will learn to understand, once you see how i feel youll surely replica-" ah he spoke too soon, now you held your stinging palm as it felt like having slapt a stone, his cheek didnt even redden at the force and his head didnt turn at the impact but that didnt mean the intent of the action to hurt him didnt upset him, a frown on your face and angry eyes, your tears dried quickly and you took a breath to yell "I will NEVER! love a beast as you! how could you even love if you do not know my heart?" your hand pushes at his chest but he doesnt budge; even now he adores you, you dont meant it hes sure, you just need time and he has plenty, even if you stay angry at him for enternity he wills to be utterly patient for you.
Pls pls I’m eating my fist imagine Dracula being obsessed with you
Him being so emo thinking he’s a monster how could someone so beautiful like you love his beastful heart? In his Castel he weeps and watched you from the shadows shielded from the sun that stings on his skin, an ache in his heart and a twist in his stomach and a tear in his eye as he watches day to day how you age, and he does not. His tongue licks over his fangs and he bites his lips at the thought of turning you into his kin, his heart sinks at your reaction, will you be angry? Resent him for all of your shared internity? Or be gleeful to never be alone again, never fear death or illness. He turns back to his bedroom and lets his fingers glide down the fabric of your wedding attire he sew together himself, a traditional white fabric, decorated with lace and pearls, he twirls a piece of complimentary jewellery in his fingers and imagines you wearing it, smiling in the moonlight in a beautiful forest opening he foreseen as your wedding ceremony scenery, an alter was already built, seats for guests and a few decorations scattered as the winds sway flowers and grass underneath you, he takes your hands in his and puts a ring on your finger, a blush crosses your skin, instead of his lips nearing yours he kisses your neck, you turn your head away, showing your throat to his mercy, your body falls into his arms and he hold your waist like a lover, his teeth gaze your skin and sink in to gift you life internal. More intimate than any kiss he drink a sip of your last mortal blood and soon feels you skin turn colder alike his, your warmth flows down his throat and he shudders at the thought of a part of you being with him forever, the vampire pulled from your body away and looks at the mark he left, more lasting than any ring could be he marked his lover, any beast will know you already have one in your heart, and he his too big to share any place in it with anyone else, your hazy eyes clear and before the confusion can wade of where you are and who he is he pushes his lips on yours and whispers a command „Stay“ he mumbles into your lips and like a trance you listen,
DRACULA BELOVED \(///O///)/ after the kiss hes prepeared for a slap to his cheek, how dare he? kiss his beloved so rudthful and wed you to be his with the venom now in your body marrking you as vamp. but the stinging doesnt come, his eyes sway to yours and he felt his heart drop at your sobs, deavestated of what youve become you cry into his arms, in this vornurable moment you clutch at his clothes for support. "h-how could-" a sob shudders your chest and you sink even more, he held you tighter to his body, guilt and remorse filled his heart and he imagines bile in his throat, how could he do this to you? his angel, his muse his beloveded and now wedded sweet? "my dear, I..." he meets your eyes once again and clears his throat, "you will learn to understand, once you see how i feel youll surely replica-" ah he spoke too soon, now you held your stinging palm as it felt like having slapt a stone, his cheek didnt even redden at the force and his head didnt turn at the impact but that didnt mean the intent of the action to hurt him didnt upset him, a frown on your face and angry eyes, your tears dried quickly and you took a breath to yell "I will NEVER! love a beast as you! how could you even love if you do not know my heart?" your hand pushes at his chest but he doesnt budge; even now he adores you, you dont meant it hes sure, you just need time and he has plenty, even if you stay angry at him for enternity he wills to be utterly patient for you.
Yeah but would y’all actually read a Yandere TCM Fanfic??
Because I’m on 12k words and I’m slowly losing motivation plus I don’t have a beta reader so editing my grammar is exhausting💔
Anyways here’s a snip of it under the cut
Beautiful'-together with 'graceful' and 'pretty', or'sublime', 'marvellous', 'superb'and similar expressions-is an adjective that are often employ to indicate something that folks like. In that sense, it seems that what is beautiful is the same as what is good, and in fact in a person psyche is a close link between the Beautiful and the Good.
And Tommy was everything but Beautiful nor Good, he was a ugly mutt, a dog that bites and mauls everyone the same.
And you were everything he wasn’t, Beautiful and Good, generous, forgiving and the like. Akin to an Angel, he supposed.
So what was an Angel doing in his bed? Disraveld and messy on his sheets like a temptation, not bound by rope like Uncle Hoyt prefers, No you were here willingly.
in his presence, you didn’t flinch or yell. You didn’t evade his touch like it'll burn through your skin like acid, like he was contagious. And he knew he wanted to keep it that way, to keep you unafraid and so… soft.. and docile.
Your turned— twisted in his blanket that tangled itself around your leg like a snake and Tommy wanted to pry the cloth off your skin Like it’d bite you, he wanted to taste the flesh underneath instead and as you squirm beneath him he sinks his teeth into the soft fat of your thigh till it draws blood—
Oh.. the blanket was thrown on the floor and his hands were running up and down your legs— bare and soft legs. He massaged the flesh and watched the fat mold around his thick fingers.
He knelt on the floor and bent his back in a curve and layed the side of his face against your skin. He turned And his nose brushed against the peach of your skin and he took a breath— his head felt dizzy with your scent and his stomach clenched with hunger.
His mouth watered and his hands stopped stroking your legs, his grip tightened and you squirmed from the pressure— and he held you down tighter, his tongue ran the length of your femur bone.
Like a daydream he tasted it in his mouth and it tasted like grime and dirt and sweat and like a piece of heaven he wanted to keep like the devil he is.
he sucked on your flesh and felt it pulse on his tongue and mold around his teeth. He released it and kissed the bruise he formed, a beautiful red adored with his teeth mark.
He needs to be gentle, so gentle. And not make you scared no matter how hungry he is.
“Tommy…”
The way you said his name makes him want to hold you tighter, he climbs the bed and his hands wander the outline of your body.
“Oh.. my Tommy.”
Your Tommy? Hes Your Tommy? The thought makes him shiver and the hair on the back of his neck stand to a point and a pit in his stomach form, he looks in your heavy lidded eyes and sees lust. For him..
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Like… I’ll probably continue writing it and posting it on my AO3 for myself alone but updates would be MUCH much slower but I also want to entertain other Tommy Hewitt freaks🫂
I really really miss my dream baby. She was my baby girl and so so sweet I never saw her grow up but I knew she’d look just like me and I wanted her to grow up loving herself more than I did when I was younger and I held her in my arms and I sang to her and I felt her breath on my skin. She was warm and her body had a weight that grounded me the way reality never could. I fear I’ll never see my baby grow up because that dream was years ago.
I really really miss my dream baby. She was my baby girl and so so sweet I never saw her grow up but I knew she’d look just like me and I wanted her to grow up loving herself more than I did when I was younger and I held her in my arms and I sang to her and I felt her breath on my skin. She was warm and her body had a weight that grounded me the way reality never could. I fear I’ll never see my baby grow up because that dream was years ago.
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