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it was late into the night, around three in the morning if thomas had to guess, when he heard the door to his bedroom creak open. he was a light sleeper, had no choice but to be, and normally the sound would have caused him to panic—to wake up and rush to your protection. but lately thomas’s sleep hadn’t been disrupted by an intruder but rather his very own spawn.
when your child was born, he was a natural born clinger just like his father. he wanted to be with you, attached to you at all times—which meant he had slept with you both since the day he was born up until he was three, an age in which you tired to get him to sleep on his own.
for the most part it had been fine. you and thomas would tuck him in, kiss his little forehead and wait until sleep took over. but recently he refused to stay asleep instead he would wake up in the dead of night and march his way into your room.
so thomas had been expecting him and pretended to stay asleep. he waited until he felt the tiny hand gripping the back of his shirt, tugging until his dad paid any mind to him and as always thomas quickly turned—hoisting the baby up and over his body.
his boy flashed him a sleepy grin, the hair that directly resembled thomas’s own was a mess and pointing in several different directions.
as if it was routine the young boy placed his tiny hand on thomas’s face, his fingers touching where his eyes couldn’t see during the day as thomas was always wearing his mask. thomas always enjoyed this moment—his heart was so full as he felt his son’s acceptance and love instead of rejection and fear.
once he was done exploring thomas placed him in between you both as stealthy as he could as to not wake you. but you always woke up, it was almost as if you sensed them both awake. you smiled, placing a kiss on your son’s cheek before repeating the action with your husband—ready to fall back asleep.
the moment your eyes closed again a big hand pulled you closer, your son’s head now resting on your chest and your legs tangled with thomas. tommy felt more comfortable like this, made him feel content as his world was now resting peacefully in his arms—protected by him forever and always.
Hii I’ve recently had a really bad obsession with Thomas Hewitt and when I saw your posts they were so good😝💕 but I was wondering how Thomas would react if reader was wearing a push up bra infront of him or a skirt.
𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ SHORT SKIRT, TIGHT SHIRT.
wc: 249 tw: slightly suggestive rq: yes!
thomas knew the difference between dressing modestly and dressing for attention as his momma likes to say it. that being said thomas had no thoughts, head empty when you stepped out of the room wearing a denim skirt so short you could almost see your white laced panties sticking out. don’t even get him started on the extremely tight shirt that made your boobs peak out from the top. it were times like this that thomas thanked god he was freakishly tall as he had the upmost perfect view of your cleavage.
“what in gods name are you wearing!” hoyt exclaimed when you joined the family outside—its the fourth of july and for the hewitt-sawyer family it was as important as christmas hence why everyone was over….and now actively staring at you.
it’s blistering hot outside—you figured your outfit of choice was appreciate enough to match the weather. however it didn’t take long for you to regret that decision, leaving you to no so subtly hide behind thomas.
which was how you spent most of the night.
thomas wasn’t complaining though. when you were near him you’d press your chest up against him—squishing your breast on him. if you were far from him he would get easily distracted, his eyes lingering on your exposed legs up to your chest so he could watch it rise and fall and bounce with every word, giggle or move.
thank god for this apron he was currently wearing.
tysm for stopping by and reading! sorry its so short :/ happy 4th to all who are celebrating!!
“would you just shut up already?” your son said with a small smile on his face, his hand covering his mouth to stop himself from laughing as he waited for his words to reach the ears of his very scary father. you had warned him once, twice, hell even a third time that poking the bear that was thomas hewitt wasn’t the wisest idea but your son thought otherwise.
he claimed it was a funny prank that kids at his school was doing, just a way to get their dad’s to overreact—but you knew their fathers were nothing like thomas. yet sadly, you couldn’t say no to your son and you agreed to participate in said prank.
seconds after the last word left his lips the unmistakable and rather loudly sound of thomas’s shoes stomping throughout the house could be heard and suddenly your son wasn’t laughing.
it all happened so fast—one moment he was seated on the couch and the next he was hoisted up in the air, thomas’s hands gripping his shirt to keep him suspended.
“dad! dad! it was a joke” upon hearing the panic in his voice you rushed over, eyes widening at the scene in front of you.
“thomas put him down! he was just messing with you!” thomas looked between you both, checking over your facial expressions just to assure you weren’t just trying to cover for your suddenly rude child.
slowly but surely thomas lowered him down yet his grip on his shirt never loosen. instead thomas forced your child to face you and with a stern finger he pointed at you.
“dad she knew about it!” thomas didn’t budge and pointed towards you again. your son sighed “ ‘m sorry momma” you shook your head in disbelief at the sight in front of you.
“it’s okay sweetheart, i know you didn’t mean it” you muttered, placing a kiss on his forehead. only then did thomas release his hold.
“now apologize to your dad, told you this wasn’t a good idea” thomas stood straighter, arms crossed over his chest and your child wasted not a second before apologizing.
“it was a bad idea, bad joke, i’m sorry dad” thomas nodded once and watched as he walked away looking like a sad dog stuck in the rain.
“you overreacted but thanks for sticking up for me” thomas rolled his eyes, annoyed with the poor joke but not really upset with you both.
your hands rested on his chest as you reached up on the tip of your toes to place a soft kiss to his lips—his hands softly gripping your back side as he leaned into your lips. “my hero” you muttered before retreating back to the kitchen to finish dinner.
girl I have been stalking your account for a minute now and I LOVEEEE your tommy writings! I'm obsessed with slashers and he is for sure one of my favs (big strong chubby man RAWRR). I was wondering how you think of him acting with a reader with long hair (like to the butt long) and also maybe something juicy like him being a panty thief? *wink wink*. Love your stuff sm keep doing what you do!!
𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ SCENT KINK.
wc: 310 tw: scent kink rq: yes!
dare i say i believe thomas hewitt may have a scent kink? he would develop said kink on accident—you had left a pair of panties on the floor of your bedroom after being rushed out the house, with full intentions of coming back home to pick them up and put them in the laundry. but thomas however, he seemed to have a different plan for them.
he wasn’t sure why he picked them up in the first place yet when he did he was so embarrassed he just pocketed them—afraid someone was going to catch him with them even if no one was home. when he was in the safety of the basement thomas inspected them a bit closer.
almost immediately he noticed a small wet patch on them, it was still fresh and thomas couldn’t help himself. he inhaled deeply, his eyes rolling back as his senses were completely taken over by your smell. a deep loud groan slipped past his lips and his stomach was doing backflips. all the blood in his body went down south and suddenly he needed more.
but the scent kink didn’t stop there, no thomas loved the smell of you—didn’t matter the time of day, if you showered or not but when you washed your hair it was one of his favorite smell.
your hair was long and it always traveled behind you, the wind making the smell of your freshly washed hair waft past his nose turning him all mushy inside. when he stood behind you thomas couldn’t help but lean down a bit, the nose of the mask grazing the top of your head as he breathed in.
you’ve come to not question the man and just assumed he loved the hair products you used—but maybe you should ask if he’s seen your favorite pair of underwear?
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thomas doesn’t speak yet his body never fails to show how much he truly loves you.
wc:375 tw: none ❤️ rq: no!
his body reacts first when you’re around. he didn’t even need to see you to know that you were entering whatever room he was in. the air somehow became lighter and the scent of whatever stench that traveled through the air was replaced with a sickeningly sweet scent—something thomas knew for a fact only came from you. his shoulder that were once tense dropped in relief as you neared and when your hand touched him—any part of him—he visibly relaxed, goosebumps taking over his skin.
his eyes were next. everyone noticed how the murderers eyes softened once you were in his line of sight. the once harsh and almost sad eyes lit up like the fourth of july, twinkling as he stared at you. it didn’t matter what you were wearing/doing, thomas still looked at you as if you hung the stars because in some ways, you did.
his hands was another way he showed love through actions. manual labor? never heard of her, thomas doesn’t allow you to lift a finger if he could do it for you. if it was something you liked doing, like helping mama with cooking or cleaning then he’ll leave you to it—but if anyone thinks for a minute that your going to be chasing after victims they got another thing coming to them.
aside from doing most of the chores for you, thomas loves to take care of you—or like his uncle’s like to say—baby you. he remembers the first time you were spared, you didn’t want to eat and thomas was tasked with feeding you, boy did he love to feed you. sometimes he would flat out use the spoon as a plane to make it fun for you. he misses the time where he could feed you, sometimes you let him but other times your shy about it.
he also loves to bathe you, another thing he has come to love as he was tasked with doing so when you were first taken. he loved filling the tub in lukewarm water, he loved helping you inside and he loved to make you clean. sometimes he got in with you but above all he just loved taking care of you.
thomas hewitt has such a raging boner for his new domesticated life—he has been hurt time and time again and ever since the slaughterhouse went down as well as the town disappearing thomas has only known killing, disappointment and anger. yet that all changed when he met you, the light of his life.
now all i can imagine is thomas coming upstairs from the basement, hands covered in dirt and dried blood just to pause where he stands the moment his eyes lands on you. you were working on dinner, the radio playing some random song and you hummed along, swaying soft along to the music.
it was a scene he’s come to love, a scene he expected to see almost daily and so far—you hadn’t let him down.
he slowly made his way behind you, surprisingly without making a sound causing you to jump slightly the second his massive hand grazed your back. he gave you a moment to realize it was him—knowing you had been in a similar situation before with victims that slipped past his hands.
he swore in those moments he loved you most. many had ran to you, begged you for helped or tried to give you a way out and you never took it. you picked him every time and for that you had the murderer’s love and devotion, whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted it, however you wanted it—it was yours.
“hey honey, ready for dinner?” you asked as you melted into his hands. yet your question went unanswered as his attention was focused on your exposed back. he wasn’t sure where this dress came from but he was thanking god that it fell into your hands and onto your body.
he hummed softly as his hands undid the already loose ribbon giving him a direct sight to those cute lace panties he loved. he just stared for a moment, mesmerizing every inch of your body—you looked like an angel, something he had prayed to god for.
you felt his lips touch your shoulder as his hands slipped inside your dress—his arms circling around your waist to pull you closer. his hands rested on your tummy and the thought of it becoming full and round with space for a baby—his baby—to grow filled his head.
that was the only thing missing, a child of his own, a child where he hoped had your good looks, soft eyes, and the ability to love something as damaged as him.
but he wasn’t in a rush, he loved everything just how it was now, so when you asked if everything was alright he nodded into the nape of your neck—kissing your skin over and over again just to hear your soft giggles in a space where all he has ever heard was cries, pleading and screams.
everything was just perfect and he had you to thank for it.
"just let me hold somethin!" you huffed, annoyed at the man in front of you. thomas refused to let you hold anything—didn’t matter how big or small or how light or heavy it was. he treated you like a princess and princesses don’t hold anything.
this was nothing new, it was far from the first time you had this argument with your husband and you knew for a fact it wouldn’t be the last. but while your husband was used to doing everything for you—you were used to holding his hand.
you always felt awkward when you weren’t holding his hand, empty even. but you didn’t want to seem bratty or annoying as you really wanted his hand but they were both currently occupied. one hand held a body secured over his shoulder and the other was holding onto his beloved chainsaw.
“just give me the chainsaw!” his shoulders shook softly as he laughed—he would never let you hold such a thing, and it wasn’t because he didn’t trust you with it, he was just worried you’ll hurt yourself.
you scoffed, stopping mid walk and crossed your arms over your chest. it unfortunately took thomas about a minute to realize you weren't walking next to him and when he did he rushed over with a confused look on his face.
“i want to hold your hand” you pouted. thomas just stood there as he tried to process what you just said—you had pouted and been dramatic before but never have you done this. he sighed softly, moving the chainsaw to his other hand and wiping it clean of sweat.
he grunted, holding out his hand for you to grab "you could have just given me the saw" he scoffed, pulling you along to continue your walk home.
this is so short but i physically cannot think of what to write 😭😭😭
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about thomas who loves to match.
warnings: none.
author’s note: yk how ed matches his ties with lorraine’s outfit? thats what this is inspired by.
the matching started off small.
it happened maybe once or twice by accident, the day you decided to wear brown—a color you never wore—tommy just so happened to wear his brown button up that had been in luda mae’s pile of clothes that needed to be patched up.
you made a small comment, one you didn’t pay much attention to as you passed by “oh how cute tommy! we’re matching!” however the comment that meant not as much to you, meant the world for your husband.
it made him feel good that you liked what he was wearing, it made his day just that much better.
when it happened again you once again didn’t think much of it and this time it was his momma who noticed that your pink shirt matched his pink ties. “well aren’t you two just as sweet as pie!”
“twice in the same week? we may just be made for each other” his eyes lit up as bright as the stars and suddenly thomas took much longer to get dressed.
he tried a few more times after that to “accidentally” match with you but those attempts ended in failure, so he did what any normal person would do.
he waited till you got dressed. afterwards he would quickly grab whatever item he had that matched—didn’t matter if it was a tie, a shirt, his pants or even his socks.
whenever luda mae made you outfits out of the skimpy clothes that were left over, thomas would make sure there was just enough of that fabric to make himself something to match.
soon enough that became your thing with thomas. it was so serious that you both stayed up late just to pre-plan your outfits for the next day.
and rather quickly planning your outfits became thomas’s favorite part of the day.
Hello there, my favourite Tommy writer, it is me (again)!
I trust you with my imagines and ideas...
You know how Thomas wears that one tie? Considering how tall he is, imagine his wife using it to get his attention. For example;
Frustrated wife talks to Tommy, who rolls his eyes playfully at her, making her grab his tie and pull him closer to her face. As she speaks in the most serious tone, Thomas is stunned and gazing at his wife's slightly mad face, not listening to a word she says anymore.
Thomas being pulled by his tie into a passionate kiss whenever his wife feels like it. The best ones are of course the ones without a warning.
Shy Thomas standing nervously behind his busy wife, hoping she notices the bulge in his pants and helps him deal with it, because he doesn't know how to ask for it. In a few moments he's being led to their shared bedroom by his tie like a dog on a leash.
>:3
no rush <3
Byee
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about thomas and his favorite tie.
warnings: slightly suggestive.
author’s note: ew i’ve been so inactive but i have been writing else where for a while bc im scared of this acc becoming repetitive 😔
"not now tommy, momma needs my help" you huffed as thomas attempted and failed for the tenth time to distract you from your chores. of course thomas knew said chores were important and needed to be done but he couldnt help himself he liked when you were in a specific headspace, seeing you fall into your housewife role really got him going.
"you know" you started as you tossed the dirty rag to the side "if you start helping instead of watching i can finish faster and then you can have me all to yourself" you offered as you passed him a rag. thomas rolled his eyes as he ignored your hand, turning the other way as if he was telling you no.
but it would be the eye rolling that caught you off guard “did you just roll your eyes at me?" thomas stayed looking the other way, his mask hiding his smirk as he heard your footsteps nearing closer. it was almost like routine, he'd rail you up just to fully have your attention.
this time however he was taken a back once your hand wrapped around his tie, yanking it forward as he was now mere inches away from your face. thomas was rightfully shocked, his eyes widen and hands gripping your waist as he attempted to steady himself.
“did ya?” his heartbeat spiked, breathing becoming a tad bit heavier as his eyes deadlocked on your eyes right down to your lips. when you repeated your question thomas couldn’t help but nod, agreeing that he did roll his eyes.
your eyebrow raised and the cocky look on your face made thomas back track—his head rapidly shaking no instead. you hummed “thats what i thought” you muttered before you let go of his tie causing him to stumble a bit.
“now, are you gonna help?” he was quick to grab the rag, wiping down anything and everything as he tried to get rid of that funny feeling in his stomach.
fortunately for him you quickly noticed that he liked that a lot more then he should—a lot more than you expected therefore it wouldn’t be the last time you used the tie to your advantage.
like in the mornings when it was just the two of you, as always you’d help thomas get ready for the day and that task included helping him tie his tie.
thomas was already nervous enough during those moments—the feeling of your hands feeling up his chest always made his brain dizzy.
you’d have both ends of the tie in each hand, tugging on it to make him bend to your height and once he was close enough you’ll use it to your advantage to pull him into a long, deep and passionate kiss.
using that tie damn near became second nature. if you wanted him to listen you just had to yank on it for him to pay attention, if you wanted him to follow—you pulled his tie in whatever direction you wanted him.
and you weren’t the only one who got good use of that tie as thomas learned that it was just the right length to tie your wrists together and attach them to the bed post.
now whenever luggages come through those doors thomas is always on the look out for more ties.
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. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about thomas’s favorite halftime aka being your number one rage baiter.
warnings: none ( its super short tho )
author’s note: he doesn’t want to be saved, he’s right where he wants to be.
“don’t touch that” you muttered as you moved the bowl filled with raw cookie dough to the opposite side of the counter. you felt like you had repeated this action more than once yet your husband somehow always found himself reaching to stick his fingers inside the sugary dough.
the man in question, thomas, chuckled softly behind you as he continued to walk close behind. he loved being in your space and while you loved having him there, right now wasn’t one of those times. baking was something you loved to do and you knew if there was even just one person in your way—you would get a bit frustrated.
thomas of course knew that.
he knows everything.
but he’s your husband, a man bind to you for the rest of your life, a man who finds much amusement in messing with you.
you should have learned by now. should have known that he was of course doing this on purpose just so he could have all of your attention. but you couldn’t help yourself, it wasn’t your fault that you get so easily rage baited.
“thomas brown hewitt what did i just say!” you snapped, moving the bowl once again out of his reach. thomas stood up a bit straighter at the mention of his full name, his hands locking together in front of him as he looked down at you.
“you want this so bad? here! take some, get sick! but don’t come crying to me when your stomach hurts!” you held the bowl up towards his face, your neck craned up so you could lock eyes with him.
unbeknownst to you the butcher smirked behind his mask as he went to reach for the bowl one last time, just to see if you would let him and of course you didn’t.
“jesus christ tommy! go sit your ass over there till im finished” you said, poking your finger at his chest then back to the chair thomas had brought from the dining area so he could watch you bake.
“now!” you added once you saw he wasn’t moving. thomas leaned down a bit to place a kiss on your forehead—a free hand reaching around to deliver a soft swat to your ass before taking his seat.
your heart sped up a bit when he sat back in the seat, a loud creaking sound due to the old wood accommodating to his size. his man spread gave you the perfect view to the very visible tent in his pants—the result of you putting the 6’4 man in his place.
now you just had to try to not burn these cookies.
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about thomas in a secret relationship with the boss’s daughter.
warning: none really.
notes: i keep hitting a block it literally took me days to finish this and im still not a fan.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ the slaughterhouse was a scary place and in a place like that you couldn’t show any emotions without others making fun of you for it. which was why when you refused to butcher the animal on your table thomas was quick to take over before anyone noticed. sadly your dad noticed and he disliked the fact that not only were you not working but you were also getting close with the town’s freak. so, he moved you.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ you were rightfully upset once you lost the small connection you were slowly forming yet all was not lost as you saw more and more of thomas during your shifts.he too was effected by your absence, he liked helping you and you were nice to him, so when he learned that you were moved—he was annoyed.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ lunch was spent together as well as smokes breaks despite neither of you being smokers. most times you would pack enough lunch for the both of you after you found out one day that he didn’t really bring lunch as he usually worked through the break.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ despite thomas not speaking he listened to every and any word that slipped past your lips. he was without a doubt enamored with you, you were so attentive, kind and funny—it was easy for him to fall in love with you.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ which was why he didn’t waste another second before making you his first kiss. it caught you by surprise making it messy, sloppy and harsh—he didn’t give you enough time to kiss back before he stopped and ran off in fear.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ when you finally cornered him you gave him a proper kiss, one that quickly turned into a messy makeout session in the locker room. you were sure that if it wasn’t for the bell that signaled it was time for break, thomas would have had a lot of firsts in that dimly lit cold room.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ thomas secretly loved the thrill of sneaking around with you. he knew at any given moment someone could walk in, hell your dad could catch you both, but that didn’t scare thomas nearly enough as the thought of never feeling your warmth was scarier.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ thomas most definitely got jealous when the other employee tried to flirt with you. they would look at you as if you were the very meat on their tables and that infuriated him.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ if someone flirted with you right in front of him, thomas would purposely hack at the meat with more force then normally or he was make such a loud noise with his knives or whatever was near to interrupt the man’s poor attempt to sway you.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ sometimes he would get ballsy and would reach to touch you subtly while around groups of people. like when your father called for a staff meeting you stayed in the back with thomas. his hand ghosted your lower back before settling on your hip and you wouldn’t think twice before leaning against his side.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ he loved feeling your soft skin on his, so much so that he needed breaks throughout the day to feel you. while you were washing the main floor he would sneak up behind you before wrapping his arms around you. your giggles were enough to make him melt—his eyes would close and he would just imagine that this moment would never end.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ hotel rooms were your safe havens. it was the one place you both never had to hide and where you both felt like you could actually have the happy ending you deserved.
ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ you were unsure of how to tell your parents, more so your father, that you were in love with thomas hewitt. you knew they wouldn’t approve and that you’d be forced to never see him again but you had hoped that your unexpected pregnancy would change their mind. right?
Have you ever done anything in regards to Tommy and Reader having twins?
Just think about it, Thomas panicking about fatherhood, how to care for one child... And now, all those troubles are doubled. He isn't sure how to care for one, but now he needs to care for two. Hehehehehe :3
Please ans thank you <3
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about thomas and mommy!reader being parents to twin girls.
warnings: none 🖤
author’s note: i also had gotten a request about thomas being a girl dad which i swear he would be the best at, so i decided to just merge the two ideas together to create this!
thomas was without a doubt terrified to be a father. when he found out you were pregnant he nearly fainted and it didn’t get better from there. for the man who butchered about every species known to man, watching a child come out of you was traumatic, but what made the situation worse was watching another one follow seconds later.
without a proper doctor in town you weren’t aware that you were carrying twins—so despite being in your own state of stock you still had to explain to thomas that twin’s were a normal thing.
you knew life with a newborn was going to be hard but nothing could have prepared you for double the trouble yet things always seemed easy when you had someone like thomas by your side.
at first he watched closely while you took care of baby A, making sure he copied exactly what you did as he helped with baby B. he was by far scared to hold or even kiss his own child, yet once her tiny little finger wrapped itself around his massive one—he was a goner.
thomas, rightfully so, allowed those two to get away with whatever they wanted and as they grew they were quickly morphed into thomas’s little princesses. and thats not to forget that he also had you as his spoiled queen.
work came second to you three much to hoyt’s dismay. there would be times where thomas was needed and he would be missing. yet the older man wouldn’t have to look to far because thomas was always where his girls were.
“thomas god damnit, is that a god damn tiara?” he shouted as he turned the corner into the barn to find thomas squeezed into a tiny plastic chair—hovering rather than sitting in fear of snapping the fragile thing. his mask was littered with glitter glue and he wore the tiara that was followed by bows in his hair.
“and what the shit are you wearing?” he snapped as he looked over at you. you were seated on the opposite side of the table, a fake mustache on your face as your girls decided it would be so hilarious if mommy was the daddy and daddy was the mommy.
“language hoyt” you said as you sipped your invisible tea. before he could protest and yell about work needing to be done the girls magically come to the realization that hoyt must be the waiter instead of them.
the girls were a handful, there was no doubt about it but his family was a godsend—especially luda mae. when the girls reached six luda started to take them to the shop, giving you two a much needed break.
those days were obviously spent in each other’s embrace. and most days thomas would lay flat back on the couch, some random war movie playing on the tv as you laid on top of him.
thomas would rub soothing circles on your back, nearly nursing you to sleep. of course, that peace didn’t last for long as the front door pushed open and in ran your two girls.
“guess what grandma gave us!” you didn’t have a second to guess before a sticker book was pushed your way.
“whoa thats a lot of stickers” you said, your head still resting on top of your husband’s chest. the girls began to ramble about their day at the shop and slowly but surely they began to climb on top of thomas as well—not liking that they are being left out.
you chuckled softly as you moved over a bit, thomas’s arm wrapping around your waist tightly as you laid more to the side of him. your girls slotted themselves where they wanted, one laid in the middle and the other laid by thomas’s other side.
soon enough they talked you all into a nap, something luda mae teared up at the sight. she could have never imagined her boy’s life could have a happy ending yet here it was thanks to the three girls in his arms.
i had also received this ask about another account and im so sorry for the confusion but yes that one is mine as well. i had a few idea’s for other slashers and i didnt want to post them here as this account is for tcm—hope that clears up everything, also should i add those to the masterslist??
can you write something with Nubbins Sawyer x reader pretty please? there is so little with him
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about nubbins sawyer.
warnings: none 🖤
author’s note: i definitely agree, the lack of nubbins is criminal.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbin sawyer who is absolutely in love with you. to him you could do no wrong…even if your actively doing wrong.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbin sawyer who loves to call you ma’am. he especially loves to use it when you order him around, he’ll stand tall a proud and say “yes ma’am” or “whatever you want ma’am”
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbin sawyer who has a bad habit of force feeding you. he doesn’t mean to, he just gets so excited he wants you to try everything he likes. “you’d like this, i swear you would, it’s delicious!” he rushes out and before you knew it the spoon is being pressed to your lips.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbin sawyer who is most likely bipolar when it comes down to how you treat him. if you scold him he’s definitely acting as if you told him you never wanted to see him again even if all you said was quit it. yet the moment you apologize for being so mean even if you weren’t, he was all smiles again as if it never happened.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbin sawyer who absolutely loves taking pictures of you ( no surprise there ) at any given moment. it didn’t matter what you were doing or if you were even dressed, there will be a flash going off and he will giggle like a little kid as he ooo’s and awe’s at the picture.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbin sawyer who sometimes has a moment of self doubt when he hitchhikes a ride with a group of people your age. he feels like you should be out there, living your life and traveling with friends.
˗ˏˋ꒰ 📸 ꒱ nubbins sawyer who is absolutely selfish though, he may feel like you deserve the free life but he will never let you go. and no, there isn’t anything he wouldn’t do to make sure you never leave him.
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about different tropes x thomas.
warnings: none 🖤
author’s note: aka some unfinished work that are currently seated in the 10+ drafts with these tropes so im throwing this out there in hopes i get around to finishing said stories.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ workplace romance:
you always had a soft spot for the man that everyone made a point to stay away from. to you, thomas was a gentle giant and you refused to fall inline with the mass hysteria that the town of fuller was going through when it came down to the hewitt family. so what started out as small acts of kindness like bringing him coffee every morning and packing yourself an extra portion of lunch with him in mind turned into a full blown crush.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ forbidden romance:
set up as a part two for the unfinished workplace romance, you and thomas get into a relationship, one that his family didn’t know about, that was until hoyt heard a local talking about it. hoyt comes to the conclusion that the reason thomas has been neglecting his home chores or coming home late is because of you. he orders thomas immediately to break things off and while it seems like he has thomas would always end up back in your arms.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ artist x muse:
there isn’t a time in the day that you weren’t running through thomas’s mind—everything he did, he did with you in mind and that showcases in some of his masks. it was oddly flattering to see one of his many human faces matching a makeup look you wore last week. while he never wore those, he did keep them displayed as a little remembrance of his favorite looks you have done.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ actress x biggest fan:
a while ago i mentioned a reverse pearl inspired reader meaning instead of wishing to become famous reader wants to leave the spotlight for good. that being said you were currently filming a movie in what your group thought was an abandoned town when you encountered the hewitt’s. while your group suffered a terrible fate you were spared because the man who wore a human mask was obsessed with you.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ sex worker x client:
thomas is a man at the end of the day and after hearing some of his co-workers talk about a service that allows them to pay for no-strings-attached sex thomas was a bit curious. it was that curiosity that led him to some motel outside of town, however when you stepped in thomas nearly fell in love on the spot.
⇢ ˗ˏˋ age gap:
you were a bit younger than thomas and because of that thomas rarely ever let you out of his sight. he treated you like a fragile doll—unintentionally spoiling you rotten. so when he leaves you alone for a moment you end up getting your hands on a beer or two ( no thanks to hoyt ) which leaves you a drunken mess. thomas spends the rest of the night taking care of you and making sure your nice and ready for bed.
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author’s note: oh tumblr has been giving me a big problem when i tried to post this. at first i wrote it all in one go but then they said i couldn’t answer the ask so it just disappeared then i rewrote it but added a screenshot of the ask and the gif alongside with it but then they said that wasn’t supported—i resized the gif, rewrote it, again it was a problem so now were here.
anyways this was the first idea i had when i saw this gif, i saw it before and thought it was so funny—he’s so adorable i love him so much.
you loved being a teacher, when you were younger you had the best experience with your first grade teacher and you vowed to be that person for someone else's child—which was how you ended up being a teacher fuller's elementary school.
the school was small, underfunded, barely even looked at and your students was an even smaller group of kids. but again, you didn't really become a teacher for the money and despite all of the issues in this school, you loved where you worked.
"tommy don't rush i'm not kicking you out" you chuckled as you watched your husband trying his hardest to patch up that hole in your classroom ceiling that kept leaking.
thomas was a bit uncomfortable being at the school. it was a mix of fear and trauma, but more importantly he didn't want to scare the children that were about to rush back in from their recess.
you told him that it would be fine, that your kids wouldn't mind but he did—he heard how the town felt about him and he was sure they wouldn't like knowing he was here scaring the children.
so when the bell rang all the color from his face drained as he froze in place—facing the wall as the group of kids rushed inside your classroom.
kids are oddly observant and thomas was quite a hard man to miss so naturally one of the pointed him out "uh miss, who's that?" jeremy asked, pointing his finger at thomas in the corner.
"is he in time out?" samantha asked. you laughed, walking over to your overly shy husband as you led him to the front of the class
"this is my tommy, and no my husband isn't in time out" thomas shuffled side to side as he played with the rag in his hands—his nerves quite literally about to make him throw up.
the class stood silent for a moment as the kids stared at him and he stared at the floor—hoping this shitty school would just cave and shallow him whole.
"you have a husband?"
"why is he wearing that mask?"
"does he like pink?"
"is he staying for story time?"
they all spoke at once after a moment of silence, spooking the man that invoked fear into many. while you wished to answer every question, that last one stuck out the most to you.
"i don't know, why don't we ask him if he'd like to stay for story time?" thomas's eyes widen in panic, his eyes locked in on you—silently begging you to let him leave.
the group of kids gathered around him, each one asking him random questions and asking if he could stay to read them a book.
see what thomas failed to understand was that you thought your kids to never judge a book by its cover and while you knew asking them to live by that saying was a lot—they listened for the most part.
when he finally agreed the group of kids rushed to the carpet on the floor, each one taking a seat right in front of your chair.
"hey, you'll be okay i promise" you whispered to your husband. thomas stood behind you unsure of what to do "i'll read, you'll act it out okay?" he nodded and as you began to read thomas tried his best to act out whatever you were reading.
when the character roared, so did thomas.
if they cried, thomas loudly sobbed.
if they got hurt, thomas dramatically fell to the floor while all the kids piled on top of him thinking that the power of friendship could heal the wounded underdog in the story.
the kids were obsessed, screaming and laughing with every action thomas made.
you never saw your students complain and flat out almost cry because a book was over—they wanted to read another one and they wanted thomas to continue acting. honestly they refused to ever read a book without him again, they said it made it more real, more fun.
after that thomas felt more confident the next time he walked into your classroom—he didn't shy away or rush out, he loved helping you with your class and it got him thinking about having kids of his own.
. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ .thinking about thomas gifting bunny!reader a baby pig.
warnings: none 🖤
author’s note: for some odd reason my IG fyp has been baby pigs and im in aw and i want one now but i live in a small ny apartment—im gonna jump.
you only mentioned it once, maybe in one of your many random rambles. yet thomas remembers every little thing you mention. if you’d ask, he’ll get it in a heartbeat—didn’t matter what he had to do to get it.
so when he went to work that morning he remembered a conversation you guys had about a week ago, one that left you crying because you finished reading charlotte’s web for the first time. you were so in love with the story that you wished you had a pig of your own.
thomas just nodded, storing that request in the spot of his brain that was just tailored around you.
today he was helping with a pig that was giving birth, here at the factory meant the babies would only grow up for one reason only—which was why he didn’t think much of this almost routine task.
at least at first.
the last baby was considered to be the runt of the litter as she came out with three legs instead of four. thomas watched with a frown on his face as the mother practically ignored its little cries, only focusing on the other four.
thomas tried to help it move over so it was fed properly but its siblings just bullied it out of the way.
“take that thing out to the back and put it out of its misery” his co-worker said, leaving thomas alone with the mess.
thomas sighed as he scooped the baby in his hand and made his way to the back, the garbage bin about ready to be taken away yet he couldn’t bring himself to do it.
he paused as it cried again, in some way he understood what the pig felt even if it wasn’t aware. he too was use to being tossed to the side because of his differences, bullied, ignored, so easily disposable.
but then he met you and you treated him differently than the rest, better than the rest. you loved him and thats when he realized that you would love this pig no matter what was wrong with it.
instead of tossing the pig, he wrapped it up in a piece of cloth and left it somewhere in the bushes until he finished work and could head back home to you.
and when that time finally came thomas couldn’t help himself. he ignored everyone in the home, marching right up the stairs and into the bedroom where you laid—sewing some of his ripped clothing.
“hi baby, how was work?” you said as you finished off the last stitch before rushing up to him. as always he gave you a thumbs up yet instead of returning the affection that you normally gave him he moved you to sit back on the bed.
before you could ask if everything was okay you heard a muffled oink making you freeze in your place.
your eyes were wide, mouth partly agape and thomas couldn’t stop the smile that took over his face. he softly placed the tiny animal in your awaiting arms, watching with nothing but love in his eyes as you switched between a burst of loud excitement switching to trying to be as quiet as you could be as to not scare it.
“is it a boy or girl?” you asked, your eyes not so subtlety watering due to your overwhelming happiness in the moment. thomas pointed to you before he stood behind you—his large hand rubbing soothing circles on your back as you both looked down at the baby pig who nipped at your finger.
“i love her so much, im gonna name her winnie” you smiled, leaning back into the man behind you. thomas sighed in contempt, he knew you were going to love her no matter what, just like you loved him.
