𝒹𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎

. ˖ ꒰𑁬 ♡ ໒꒱ ˖ . she | her. twenty five years old!

you may call me whatever you’d like.

horror!coquette. horror!romance.

𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ BACK SCRATCHES.

wc: 272 tw: none! fluff! rq: no!

the end of the day was thomas’s favorite.

simply because it ended with his body in between your legs, head resting on your clothed stomach and your freshly painted nails dragging itself up and down his naked back. his body vibrated in satisfaction, heart beating at a steady rate and his muscles—which are usually aching throughout the day—were now relaxed, the annoying burning sensation being replaced with the soothing burn of the marks left behind from your nails.

your hand moved from his back for only a second, traveling up to his hair “gotta recut your hair tomorrow” you muttered, fingers working at the knots in his hair.

and while that did feel nice, it wasn’t what he wanted. something he made pretty clear as he moved his head out of the way—removing your hand. before you could question him his hand reached to grab yours, leading back to where he wanted it most.

“like a big baby” you teased. he smiled underneath his mask as his arms just squeezed around your waist a bit tighter, urging you to continue, which you did, with the additional ramble about your day of course.

thomas was listening—he promised he was, yet the work from the day mixed with the soothing motion of your hands made sleep sneak up on him a lot faster than he’d expected.

“mama said i’ll work with her at the store this week and—” you were cut off by the soft snore of the man laying on top of you, his body weight now fully resting against yours.

you chuckled softly “just like a big baby”

𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ SOFT TOUCHES.

wc: 317 tw: none! fluff! rq: no!

pda isn’t thomas’s favorite.

he wasn’t raised around it but rather raised to shame others who boldly touched or held their partners in front of others—out in public. and despite wishing to love you loudly and publicly, thomas has learned to discipline himself but at the end of the day he was only a man who was helplessly in love with a woman.

which meant during the day was tough, you were always so close yet so far thomas had to take advantage of what little freedom he had with you in front of others.

he often helped you with chores, his hands lingering much longer than they should have when he passed you the basket. or if something was up high on the shelf thomas would happily grab it for you, using that opportunity to place a hand on your waist as he pressed up against you, grabbing whatever it was that you needed.

during dinner, when the family all sat around the table to say grace, thomas’s thumb ran up and down the back of your hand—his touch so soft, so gentle it was almost as if it wasn’t there in the first place. and when prayers were over thomas rested his hand on your thigh, giving it a tight squeeze every now and then to remind himself that you were still next to him.

behind closed doors was a whole other story, thomas needed some part of his body touching yours. when you showered, he showered with you. when it was time to dress, he dressed you and when you laid in bed he held you. in a way this was him recharging, he was getting his fix of you until tomorrow’s daily routine.

and while he wishes he could have this loud love in front of his family, the moments you two spend in private means that much more to him.

— ( tommysbunny 2026 )

𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ THE PROTECTOR.

wc: 417 tw: none! fluff! rq: no!

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.

— ( tommysbunny 2026 )

𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ SHUT UP!

wc: 459 tw: tommy don’t play rq: no!

“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.

— ( tommysbunny 2026 )

𓈒 ᯇ 🧷 : ୧ BODY LANGUAGE.

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.

— ( tommysbunny 2026 )

≡;- ꒰. ° A LOVE BONER .꒱

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.

. ˖ ꒰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.

. ˖ ꒰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.

. ˖ ꒰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.