Thomas Hewitt - Tumblr Posts
Girls be like:
"I'm in love"
Then it's literally just words on paper
(same girly)
Mom & I: *Watches Texas Chainsaw Massacre*
Me: Yes, go get them you big soft boi!
Mom: Where in the fuck is the gas..
Me: I-...What.
Mom; For those damn chainsaws. They don't run out of gas! AND DON'T SAY HE STOPS FOR GAS, CAUSE HE DON'T! AND HE NEEDS MONEY, GAS IS EXPENSIVE!!
Me:
Me: Carries gas in his little butcher apron pouch.
Mom: BIT-
RZ Michael & Thomas Hewitt: *Headbangs to Slipknot*
Bubba: *Shakes his head and turns on country music*
Thomas & Michael:
Also just an extra something from my last post
Most of the slasher are most definitely touched starved like Thomas Hewitt, Bubba sawyer, Brahms, and others that I don't feel like typing out.
Not freddy tho we hate him here
@horrorstories123
I may be masc, but I would allow them
How would they be in marshmallow hell? It's funny to imagine😂 and reader just does it alot especially when they get back and they miss them
Omg I never knew about this term until you mentioned it hahaha, this was very fun to make 😂
Here we go! ✨✨✨
Nothing is better for Mikey than having a good "bath" 😏 and snuggling with you before sleep, after a long killing spring ☺️💕
Brahms loves to bury his face in you chest, whenever you go out of the house, he do this in any occasion actually 😆, Brahms is baby and needs all you attention 😂
Tommy was in the basement all day, the only thing he was thinking is in hugging you and cuddle with you, don't make him wait Y/N 🥺💕💕
Bubba gets all tired from working all day, the only he wants is to cuddle with you buried in you soft chest 🥰, the best thing in the world!... meanwhile it last 😆
Jason is always ready to watch movies with you when he came from "working" on the forest, hug him tight because you two gonna watch scary movies all night🤣
I figured Tumblr might appreciate this
Latest hyperfixation are slashers! This is not a PSA, it’s an apology for the person I’m about to become
Date Headcanons with my Fav Slashers!
Brahms Heelshire
- He’d take you to some sort of orchestral concert - He prefers string orchestras but is very particular about them - He does a lot of research into the string orchestras playing because he knows how tricky violins are - He wants to make sure that the orchestra he takes you to is actually good - Regardless of whether it’s a first date or not, he’s clingy - Always touching you in some way or another - Hand holding, bicep pressing up against yours, thigh pressing up against yours, offering his arm for you to hold - He’s also v chivalrous - Gives you roses, opens doors for you, protects you in crowds - He pays for everything - Buys you champagne and makes sure you have the best seats - Afterwards, he’d be very insistent that you come home with him - If you say no he’ll be disappointed but he won’t force you - He’d get a chauffeur to take you home - If you agree to stay at his mansion, he’ll still get a chauffeur, but you’ll share one as you’re going to the same destination - Wants to kiss you goodnight. Will you accept?
Thomas Hewitt
- FARMER’S MARKET - This man would wanna make you a home. cooked. meal. - He wants to look after you so bad - So he takes you to one so you can pick out the foods you like - (No he isn’t going to cook you human, he seemed kinda apprehensive to eat it himself when Hoyt served it to the family) - (So of course he’d wanna give you something nicer) - When you get home if you try to help him he’d huff at you and usher you away - He wants you to relax - You resort to hugging him from behind, resting your hands on his tummy - He sets the table as fancily as he can - Gets candles!! - Tries to sit opposite you like people do on restaurant dates, but he hates it - So he sits next to you, arm pressed against yours because he’s so broad - OR!!!! he’d take you to a county fair - Thomas isn’t very interested in rides - He’s apprehensive around them because he’s so big - He tends not to fit in them - No, what he’s really there for is the food - Caramel apples, candy floss (cotton candy), corndogs, churros, shaved ice, huge-ass burgers, you name it, Thomas can really put food away - He makes sure you have a bottle of water tho, it’s so hot in Texas and he doesn’t want you to dehydrate from the heat and salty foods - Is determined to win a prize for you - He does but only because he’s strong and knocks down all the bottles with a ball despite them being nailed down - When you get tired from all the walking around and all the bright lights, he carries you home while you doze off in his arms
Vincent Sinclair
- Vincent would take you to an art gallery - His fav styles are Renaissance and Impressionist. He loves the realism of Renaissance while loving the colours of Impressionist - He is also quite fond of marble sculptures - It leaves him mesmerised seeing how well fabric is conveyed through the intricate carving of solid marble - He’ll be very quiet, silently contemplating pieces - But all the way through he’s just gently holding your arm - He’s always checking to see if you’re interested - If he knows there’s a piece he’ll like/is anticipating seeing, he’ll grab your hand and rush you to said piece because he’s excited and wants to show you - When it’s over he’d hug you, and you’d almost certainly run your fingers through his hair - OR!! he’d sculpt you - (He wouldn’t spray hot wax on you though don’t worry) - (But that’s because he likes you) - So he painstakingly takes hours - If you’ve been dating for a while he might request to sculpt you naked - Every 20 minutes he lets you take a break, brings you drinks, helps you stretch your legs and massage your joints - When he’s done he runs you a warm bath with salts in to relax your body, and Vincent might want to join you, but only if you’re comfortable with that
Billy Lenz
- He doesn’t take you anywhere - He can’t be bothered layering up to go out into the cold - Billy would much prefer a date night in - He essentially builds a fort in the attic: lots of blankets, pillows, and Christmas lights, sets up his crappy TV - There’s planty of snack food like popcorn, crisps (chips), etc - But what he’s really focusing on his hot chocolates - Billy should NOT be allowed around sugar but that doesn’t stop him from over accessorising his hot chocolates like Ned Flanders - It’s so full of cream, chocolate sprinkles, wafers, and marshmallows that it’s more food than liquid - He’s quite proud of them and he wants to share them with you - Billy is restless though, he twitches a lot - And he’s always very close to you, nuzzling up to you to the point where you almost spill your hot chocolate - He bites too, but it’s his way of showing you affection - He makes you watch Christmas films, regardless of the time of year - He’s particularly fascinated by Nativity! - He thinks every school in Britain is like the one portrayed in Nativity! - He also likes the songs - He sings them (badly) - Ends up passing out on your lap
Bubba Sawyer
- Bubba takes you to his favourite diner - He wants to show you all his favourite foods (which is all of it) - Insists you try everything he orders even if you’re full - He’s just so!!! excited!!! He wants you to experience the joy he feels!! - He has you share a milkshake just like they do in the movies - It’s so cheesy but you love it and it makes you laugh, which makes Bubba laugh in return because he’s happy you’re enjoying yourself - It’s probably around midnight too, and Bubba chose that time on purpose because it’s quieter - When you’ve finished at the diner, Bubba isn’t finished yet - He takes you to a crappy petrol station for slushies, a large one that you both share - And then he takes you to an open field where you can just look up at the stares and forget about the trials and tribulations of life - Bonus if there are cows in said field - If there are cows Bubba gets v excited - He loves them - But they’ll probs scare you a bit, especially if their eyes catch the light - But Bubba seems to have a way with them and he just gently takes your hand to press it against a cow’s snout - He’s always looking at your face to see if you get excited - When you smile, he smiles - You end up dozing off in that field, but when you wake up, you’re safely tucked into bed - Mask 🎭
halloweek day four (on day five)>>dry humping + public sex
>>bo, thomas, brahms
warnings: not edited!! sorry, maybe at a later date haha, semi-public sex, very small chance of getting caught (hot), dry humping, thigh riding, romance (gasp), feeling some soft bo today (does that make him ooc? maybe), mommy kink
a/n: i was today years old when i found out that i used to live less than an hour away from where tcm is based…come get me Tommy)
bo sinclair
(hhhhhhh pretty bo)
>>one friday evening, you’d convinced bo to take you on a drive through ambrose, claiming you wanted to “enjoy the thunderstorm”
>>he’d gotten back from the garage early and “just wanted a goddamn nap,” but you batted your pretty eyelashes and touched his chest and said “please, bo?” and he’d cracked
>>he’d sighed and rolled his eyes, but fetched his keys from the pocket of his coveralls and headed back out to the truck, muttering something about enjoying the goddamn thunderstorm from his bed
>>but he’d agreed to take you out
>>you did a happy dance and grabbed an oversized sweatshirt to throw over your comfy day clothes and followed him
>>he was already sitting in the truck, headlights illuminating the falling rain. Bo had an annoyed expression on his face, but you could have sworn his face softening when you got in the truck, breathless and damp
>>“I love the rain” You gave him a wild, joy-filled smile, and bo just looked your bare legs up and down before shaking his head
>>but you swore you saw a small smile on his face
>>he slung his arm over the back of your seat, twisting his body to see as he backed out of the drive
>>you immediately seized the opportunity to slide across the bench seat, nestling your body into his. He gave you a suspicious glance and a small shake of his head, but accepted it. He settled his arm onto your shoulders and reached across the wheel with his left hand to shift the truck into drive
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Genuinely cannot describe how happy I am with this commission. Thank you so much @pumpkinpowder 🧡🖤🧡🖤
Some commissions!
me: *a whole 21 yo writing gross ass slasher fics*
my mom: wyd in there?
me: *giggles like a toddler* lol nothiiin
hey, do u write abt mental health ilnesses and conditions? (not romanticized ofc!!!) just asking before i submit a request :)
i will yes of course as long as it’s not romanticized or mocked (i know you stated it wasn’t just for future reference for others)
fics and garbage diy memes 🥵🤪
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Just the Tip
— Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader —
MDNI!!!
Summary: It’s the 1960s and Luda Mae frowns upon premarital sex like any good Christian woman. You and Tommy are young, hot, and in love but the only problem is that Tommy was raised to wait until marriage and never lets you two go any further than kissing and some groping.
But the devil lives in the hot Texan sun and even God takes a break from the summer heat.
Notes: this is super short, just pure smut, self indulgent I’m obsessed with big boy Tommy 😭😭😭 i swear I’m working on part 2 of my sister Sinclair fic but Tommy has me in a choke hold and I needed an outlet.
No TW that I can think of other than bad smut and maybe ??? Coercion??? Cause Tommy wants to be a good boy and stop before y’all go too far but you flash him and then he’s absolutely 100% in. A bit of religious stuff, period typical sexism but vaguely. Let me know if I should add anything else and I’ll get right on it. Reader isn’t ever referred to using “she/her” pronouns but is described as having breasts and does have female genitalia so I tagged it fem reader to be safe
Enjoy!!!
The early morning sun burned, chasing away what little cool air remained of the night before. While the barn shaded you from the unforgiving sun and hid you from disapproving eyes — or lecherous in the case of the older men of the family — it also trapped in the heat your two bodies gave off.
Thomas pressed his open mouth to your own, tongue swiping over your teeth eager to taste you. Your hands gripped his dark hair, ruining any half-effort attempt he had made earlier in the day to smooth down his unruly hair. He held you in his arms, body pressed tightly against him in an attempt to get as close as possible, his large frame hiding you even further from prying eyes than the shadowed corners of the old barn. The kiss was deep and hungry and served as a brief respite from Luda Maes ever watching eyes. While she had been fine with you living with the family before you and Tommy were married, she forbade you from sharing a room or being intimate, a rule she absolutely refused to budge on and one that Uncle Charlie took a strange glee in ribbing you about. But much like the Texan heat, the heated looks you gave each other were unavoidable and only grew hotter as the summer days went on. Luda Mae wanted to wait until the following spring to make your union official but at the rate the town was drying up, there wouldn't even be a priest to officiate the ceremony, much less any guest to attend. You highly doubted anyone outside of the family would want to witness your union anyway but still, Luda Mae didn't want the few who would to get wise and start counting months.
These stolen moments in the barn were as good as you could get — and by god were they good.
Tommy’s large hands groped at your breasts, pawing roughy at your nipples through the worn fabric of your old dress. It wasn’t long before you found yourself in the familiar position of being sprawled out on the barn floor, coarse hay a discomfort you had long learned to endure for the sake of pleasure.
You desperately thrust your sex up onto his growing bulge, whining when he groaned and pinned your hips with his own, preventing you from getting your desired stimulation. “Please Tommy,” you beg, lips separating, “We don’t have to do too much, I just wanna touch you.” You press open-mouthed kisses to his neck, pulling softly at the flesh with your teeth and tongue dragging across the bites to taste the salt on his skin. Your hands eagerly worked to untuck his faded green shirt and wrap around him, roaming the vast expanse of his back. His whole body shuddered in your arms, an attempt to hold back from eating you whole.
You know Thomas will put an end to your romp soon, the tense lines of his shoulders and the way he shuts his eyes a sign that he's reaching his limit, that if you two don't stop now you won't be able to stop — but that’s exactly what you want.
You're tired of holding back, of this constant edging you have to endure when you’re in his presence and it gets harder every day. Just yesterday afternoon, Uncle Charlie sprayed Tommy with the hose, telling him that he was filthy and needed to get out of those clothes before he went inside. Watching as he undressed by the back door so that you could put his clothes on the line to dry had nearly given you a heatstroke — and if Charlie’s leering grin was any clue, you swear he did it on purpose in an attempt to rile you up. You ran off before you sinned right there in the yard, the memory of Thomas's shirt clinging to his arms, his chest glistening with water had kept you company well into the night.
So before Tommy puts a stop to your roll in the hay you make your move. You lift your dress up past your breast and expose yourself to him, you can see his breath stutter in his chest, this was quickly becoming the farthest you two had ever gone.
“Just watch me, Tommy, watch me,” you say breathlessly.
And he does, he sits on his haunches like a predator, his engorged cock straining against his pants and imagining just a taste has your tongue darting out to wet your lips, his gaze fixated on the movement.
Sliding your panties off your legs, your fingers dip briefly into your wet hole, gathering slick to rub onto your clit. At the very first touch, you let out a shuddering breath and you watch as his shoulders heave.
You begin rubbing your clit at an intense pace already turned on from the earlier heavy petting, not once breaking eye contact with Thomas as you do. With each moan you muffle you see his eyes grow darker with desire breathing with his mouth open as though he could taste your scent in the air. When he finally lets his cock spring free you let out your loudest moan yet. It’s better than you ever thought. His cock is thick and heavy, drooping slightly under its own weight but still undeniably firm. It curves slightly and you imagine that if it was inside you it would scrape against your walls in a way you've never been able to do with just your fingers.
Thomas grips his cock firmly and gives it a few tugs, eyes alternating between hungrily drinking in the sight of your blissed-out expression and your dripping pussy. You buck your hips, desperate to press your clit against your fingers and Thomas jerks his length even faster, rubbing his tip and spreading his precum on his hand.
God, you wished it was you that was touching him.
Thomas settles onto his knees and after a brief hesitation begins to shuffle closer to you. The sight of him crawling to you on his knees with his dripping length in hand made your pussy clench around nothing and you let out a whimper. You remove your fingers from your clit, feeling the heat radiating from his cock as he settles on top of you, legs spreading around his waist, your hips slightly raised and resting on his thighs.
The tip hesitantly pressed against your clit and your moan fills the small space before you can suppress it. This was better than you were hoping and it felt as though you were pressing against the boundaries the lord had set for you. Tommy’s eyes find yours looking for reassurance, asking without words, “Do you think this is okay?”
You find enough comprehension in your lust-addled brain to come up with a coherent answer, “It should be fine, I think,” you stammer out, “I mean, it’s not like — not like you’re putting it in so, it should be fine.”
You’re not overly familiar with the word of God outside of Sunday services and Luda Mae’s lectures, both of which you were forced to attend and spent tuning out in favor of watching the sweat build on Tommy’s brow while he worked through the window.
You think that if God could feel the weight of Thomas like you did, feel the heat like you could, you think he’d forgive the sin of your act.
It seems like that was all the reassurance that Thomas needed because no sooner than the words fumbled their way out of your mouth that he begins to drag the length of his cock against your slit.
God, if this is what hell was supposed to be like, burning and full of decadence, then perhaps you didn’t mind being a sinner.
The way he ruts against you is euphoric. Heavy breaths escape you both and you can’t help the words that spill from your lips.
“God, Tommy, I wish you would put it inside me,” you whine out “‘wanna feel your fat cock in my pussy, wanna get filled,” you might as well be begging at this point, and Tommy's increases his pace to the point that you think he wants the same thing, that he’s desperate to thrust into you rather than against you and —
And then the tip of his cock catches on your entrance and you both stop breathing.
“Maybe — Maybe it doesn’t count.” You stammer out, “It didn’t go in and it’s just the tip, and I don’t think that the tip counts” With the slightest twitch of his hips the tip of his cock has slipped inside.
"It's - it's just the tip it's fine” Your words sound empty even to you but the reassurance is all Tommy needs to push forward and let the head of his cock slide into your welcoming heat
His soul nearly leaves his body when he feels your raw pussy on the head of his cock. He jerks his length furiously and your fingers begin to move against your clit again, eager to meet your high with Thomas.
But it’s not enough. He was right there, right there just one push of his hips he’d be right where you needed him
“Please Tommy” Canting your hips slightly so the tip begins to dig deeper into you, you begin to plead once more, “wanna feel you fill me up, wanna remember the shape of your cock please”
Thomas feels years of control break at your words and with one swing of his hips, he bottoms out instantly. You feel like you've been punched in the gut as the air rushes out of you and you let out a sound like a wounded animal. Tommy stays still deep inside you, shaking and heaving, absolutely drunk on the feeling of your soaked walls clenching vigorously around his length.
You feel full in a way you've never thought possible. His length throbs, its girth stretching you in a way that burns.
When he finally starts thrusting, you’re not ready. He’s like a man possessed, solely focused on the feel of you around him, your skin pressed against his, his blood pounding in his ears.
“Wait— Tommy, ah, slow — slow down, oh god!” You can’t hold back your moans and he can’t stop, both fully engrossed in the feel of each other with no control over your own lust. Thomas crashes his lips onto yours in a halfhearted attempt to keep down your moans, it’s sloppy, clashing teeth and drooling tongues, spit escaping your lips, unlike any you’ve shared before.
This is completely different from what you’ve imagined your first time together would be like. It’s not your wedding night, you're laying on the dirty barn floor and there’s absolutely nothing gentle about the way Tommy is ravaging you. Your pussy is sopping wet and with every thrust, it lets out an embarrassing squelch, your juices and Tommy’s pre-cum leak down your ass and make a sticky mess in his dark pubes.
He doesn’t stop even as your walls spasm around him, cumming on his cock and digging your nails into his strong back. He works you through your orgasm even as your mouth clumsily forms the words to beg for him to slow down or to give you a moment. It’s too much, the sensations completely overloading your brain and all you can do is hold on tightly to him, lost in the ecstasy of your release.
Thomas lets out a deep, guttural groan as he cums, hips stuttering as he bullies his fat cock into the deepest part of your sex, filling you to the brim and your vision goes white.
Boneless, neither one of you makes a move to separate from the other, so thoroughly satisfied and content to lie where you are holding each other, Thomas’s softening cocking slipping out of you and spilling his release onto the ground.
His weight on you is comforting, you gently press kisses to his face and bask in the way his heavy breaths caress your sweaty skin.
“I love you.” You whisper into the shell of his ear and he squeezes you against him, repeating the words in his garbled voice the best he could. Your love is just for the two of you, no one else had a place in your world, no one else had the right to peak in on your affection or gawk at your differences.
This moment in time was just for the two of you.
“Thomas! Where the hell are ya, boy!”
Well, until Uncle Charlie’s voice brought you back down to reality.
Sis! I just came across your blog today and I'm in love. It's super fun and gorgeous and I'm so glad to see yet another black woman in the slasher community 😩🔪
I saw that you're taking requests so I was wondering if you happen to have any Thomas Hewitt headcanons of him breeding his female partner who's chubby?
T.H. — SOUTHERN STYLE CREAMPIE !! 🍰
╰┈➤ 𝗣𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 : thomas hewitt &&. chubby female reader
𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚(𝘀) : MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT , breeding kink , mentions of pregnancy , rough sex , grabbin' some ass , tommy is a dommy soon-to-be dilf
𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : aw thanks a bunchhh ! <3 i've been contemplating making a slasher blog for so long and finally came through ! and AAAA this request is fucking juicyyy !! thomas is my most favorite big boy EVER out of all the tall , dark and handsomes , so thank you for making him my very first request on here ! 🥰
• thomas is a total ass man. most southern, country men just have a natural taste for big hips and an even bigger butt to charm it, overall preferring their women to appear as if she never missed a plate of homemade cornbread and biscuits during an early morning's glitters. large hips are also a sign that a woman has reproductive potential and capable of a smoother childbirth. there's no doubt thomas would absolutely worship every crumb of your delicious shape, and he's a big guy himself, so he's got to have someone who can withstand him between the sheets without the possibility of breaking them as effortlessly as a toothpick whenever he desired to get as rough as he pleased. and best believe, he gets rough. ( more cushion for the pushin'! )
• thomas would definitely have a thing for breeding you senseless. given his family's current antiquity, they weren't going to be around forever, and he wanted the hewitt legacy to continue to live on as he was raised to be quite family oriented. luda mae would always gift a slight smile and tease you about the desire for grandkids whenever thomas was in earshot, earning a roll from his eyes and the timid turn of his head. thomas always was shy, but when it came to the bedroom—boy, that was a different tale, much to your surprise. he had grown to be far more comfortable around you when alone.
• he will most likely favor to be in missionary/mating press if he plans to breed, although open to exploring various positions. it allows him to go as deep as he wishes, in addition to the breathtaking pleasure when his balls press up against the puffy lips of your pussy, causing each to lift from one another in a tightening bliss as they begin to empty inside of you. he also gets to look into your eyes, and his favorite : place his hands underneath your round asscheeks and grope a nice palm full. ( you can reach over and grab his ass as well. he's a total sucker for it, and it makes him fuck you even harder. )
• it was no surprise considering his size and stamina that you could feel him filling you up with a massive quantity, and you clench even tighter around him at the mere sensation of each thick string loading upon your cervix. you become overwhelmed with a luscious sensitivity for he doesn’t stop his hips from fucking relentlessly into your own until he’s certain that your belly will soon bear his child, until your creamy tits are swollen and ripe of milk.
• as soon as he begins to empty himself inside of you, he will roughly grope at and hold places on your body. his hands will find their way to your breasts and squeeze, the sides of your fupa, or your hips to sink his fingers into the plump flesh as he plunges deep into you one final time, his ass violently shuddering and his lips discovering yours. make sure to give him praise. let him know that you can feel it filling you up, that it feels so, so good, as your fingers softly comb his hair.
• god, he loves when you have no other option but to be filled. he’s aware that you have a specific adoration for his size and strength being able to dominate yours so easily. he’ll press you hard into the mattress, face down and ass up, when he’s about to burst, making sure you know you can’t escape.
• he’s a silent person for the most part, but when it comes to having sex with you, no ma’am. he’s heavily verbal, his growls and grunts the only sounds within the room besides your own and the clapping of skin against skin. he has a habit of growling directly next to your ear whenever he releases, especially during the descend of his high, and it absolutely drives you crazy.
• he’ll slightly lean his body atop yours as you catch your breath, feeling that his thick cock continued to spurt smaller amounts of what is left even when what has felt like half a minute has passed. his balls become slightly covered with his own essence as they kiss your overflowing womb, giving a quick jerk of his hips as an emphasis that it was still stuffing you to the brim. he could hardly wait to witness how full your stomach would be in the future, knowing that he was the one to make that happen. your precious cunt was made for him—made to be filled with his seed.
• don’t be surprised when you aren’t able to walk adequately the next day, and don’t be surprised when you find him eyeing you, brow raised and a rather amused, smug smirk a secret beneath his mask. though he is concerned about your soreness and will treat you, it also laid as an ego booster about what he's capable of doing to you.
I'd willingly let this man kill me <3
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𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 😂☠️🗡️
Normalize making y/n a bad bitch