#thomas hewitt

[mamamothart]

I wanted to do another portrait trying out crazy texture brushes! Here’s ya boy Tommy❤️

He’s a cutie :)

[w1ng-less]

Alrighty folk... requests will begin!! 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

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Rough days

Thomas Hewitt x Gn!Reader (Poll winner!)

Fluff, reverse Hurt/Comfort, x reader

TW: Mentioned Cannibalism, mentions violence, blood, verbal abuse, tooth rotting fluff, swearing, you help Thomas bathe but nothing sexual happens, Hoyt being an asshole, Texas

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"You dumb brute! What is this fucking mess!?" Hoyt yelled at Thomas pointing at the trail of blood leading to the basement where Tonmy was originally preparing some fresh mest for the family. Thomas had just spent all day helping Luda Mae with chores and preparing food that he had completely forgotten to clean the evidence of his last kill.

Normally he'd do that right after finishing putting the victims body on meat hooks but he had to also fix the fence outside, fix the floorboards that cried at every step that someone took, fix the leak in the kitchen, amd helping Luda with the laundry all while the Texan summer heat scorched everything that the sun touched.

He stood hunched over the sheriff his eyes pointed at his feet in shame as he continued to be scolded, "Make yourself useful and clean this shit up, imbecile!! Now get a mop and clean this. Unbelievable.." Hewitt obeyed without complaint as he always does went to get the mop from the kitchen. As soon as he began to clean up after himself you came through the door after a long shift at the gas station, you were clearly tired and miffed at the disrespectful customers that would either shamelessly try and flirt with you or berate you about the prices of their purchases. Thomas's shoulders relaxed and immediately went to greet you at the door, his hair and shirt were sticking to his skin, clearly as disheleved as you and even through it all you could see he was having just as much as a bad day as you were.

"You too?" You asked, holding his large head in your hands in which he leaned into like an overgrown dog "watcha been up to big guy?" He leaned in closer his eyes filled with devotion. He gestured towards the blood trail and to the mop he was currently holding, it looked tiny in his hands. "Let me help ya out" you said which Thomas refused at first but you insisted, "Come on hun, it aint a problem for me" you said giving him a big smile as you grabbed an extra mop. It took a bit to clean off all the blood off the floor but afterwards it seemed to help Thomas relax knowing he wont get scolded for it again, all that's left was to clean off all the sweat and grime off your bodies.

He wasn't bothered by it at all, he was used to blood from various sources so were you but it wasn't a good idea to mix it with sweat and the horrible heat. He was thankful for the help, it was luxury to do even the simplest things with you, he was forever thankful for it. You could see it in the way he looks at you as you dusted off your hands and in the way he would stand a bit closer to you and his hands would twitch at his side, itching to hold your hand but too shy to ask.

You wipe the sweat off your forehead and crane your neck upwards to look at him "All done... Damn, this heat. We should get cleaned up before Luda sees us..." he nods obediently and followed you to the bathroom where you helped clean off the blood, dirt and sweat from his body. His favorite part was when you washed his hair for him, the feel of your fingers massaging his scalp as you lather on the shampoo and conditioner, both of which you bought yourself. He let out a low grunt of approval, the feeling of the water from the bath running down his sore muscles mixed with the gentle tune of your humming helped ease the stress and tiredness from today.

For a moment, he held your hand which was resting against his shoulder and looked up at you with adoration in his eyes. For a man so dangerous he was so in love that by the time you dried him off and helped him into some fresh clothes he was unknowingly rubbing his thumb against the back of your hand. It was a simple gesture, but meant a lot to you knowing how shy he was. By the time you finished washing up the sun was already almost gone, today's work completed, and Thomas was already holding you in his big meaty arms in your shared bed. The nights in Texas could get cold if you weren't careful so it was nice to have your very on heater holding you so tight.

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Before you knew it he was already asleep, your hand on his head playing with his hair until his eyes shut and his breathing relaxed. He slept like a corpse but you didn't mind, his hold on you did not loosen but you didn't care. With your fsce buried in his chest you drift off to sleep the crickets singing as the day fully comes to an end.

A/N: Sorry if this is a bit boring, trying to get back in the mojo of writting after years lol. First time actually writting something solid for Thomas so I hope you all enjoyed :]

[tommysbunny]

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 )

[w1ng-less]

The Thomas Hewitt x Reader one shot is halfway to completion! Once I am done your requests will be answered!

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It would be ✨️magical✨️ if I got a request 👀

[horrorlover-97]

Sorry for disappearing, here’s a little bit of a story I’m working on right now because I’m in a weird mood lol.

The echo of pounding at the door fills the house, freezing me in my spot. I jump when my uncle shouts my name to open it. I quickly fling to door open being greeted by the girl from work. She looks up at me tears rolling down her face and blood dripping from her chin. What the hell? Something about her beautiful golden eyes staring up at me and face covered in blood makes my skin hot.

-It’s not great, still working on it but it will be a tcm fic and I’ve not forgotten about my Brahms story either. Life has just been beating me down pretty bad.

[masaki101]

Thomas loved his job by the way. I love him so much