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Santa: “PARKOUR!”

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Another definition from “The Halloween Encyclopedia” by Lisa Morton since I seem to enjoy doing this.

Fire- Fire (especially bonfires) is associated throughout Europe with many festival days, including all of the Quarter Days, the solstices and the equinoxes; however, fire seems to have a particularly strong association with the history of Halloween. This association dates back to the Celtic Samhain, when each family was required to relight the home hearth with embers from a fire kindled by the Druids (and pay a tax in the process).

Folklorists and historians have put forth several theories on the importance of fires during holidays; Halloween authors often point to the holiday’s bonfires as representing the dying of the sun that occurs each winter. In his classic study “The Golden Bough”, Sir James Frazer offers two possibilities: The “solar theory” (fire is a charm used to ensure the continued good benefits of the sun), and the “purification theory” (fire provides a magical means of purifying crops, cattle, etc.); Frazer leans toward the purification theory, but also suggests that the two theories need not be mutually exclusive. Halloween fires have taken the form of bonfires, fires lit to frighten away witches, decorations (inside, for example, jack-o-lanterns), and flames used in fortune-telling. In the Northern Counties of England, it was believed to be unlucky to let the fire die on Halloween night (the same held true for New Year’s Eve, Midsummer’s Eve, and Christmas Eve) ((ouch, poor Father Christmas/Santa Claus/Pere Noel/Sinterklauss)).

An early custom recorded in Devon and other areas of the West of England involved begging fire from the wealthy on Halloween (the fire was usually offered with a small gift of money).

In ancient Lancashire, the head of each family would carry a bundle of burning straw around his fields, proclaiming:

“Fire and red low

Light on my teen low.”

(“Teen low” is undoubtedly a variant of “teanlas”, referring to a Halloween bonfire).

In the Northern Counties of England, a Halloween custom consisted of whirling a lighted brand before the face and singing this couplet:

“Dingle, dingle, dowsie, the cat’s in the well;

The dog’s awa’ to Berwick, to buy a new bell.”

The last sparks of the fire were observed; many indicated money, but a quick extinction meant loss of property.

Bonfires and fireworks are also an important part of Guy Fawkes celebrations, and fire (in candles) is a key element of decoration in Day of the Dead.

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“Nubbins, this is the fifth time this year. I think we both know by now that that thing doesn’t work.”, Rosette says, confidently pushing the pistol aside and arching an eyebrow at her brother-in-law. Nubbins shook his head vehemently as he aimed the gun again at Rosette, who groaned. “N-No. I m-made sure to fix’er up but good this time! It’s a good gun.”, Nubbins grinned, trying to be reassuring. Rosette made an exasperated noise as she reached for the pistol. “That’s what you said the last time and then it didn’t even wanna shoot.”, she commented, trying to push the gun away again. If he kept sticking it in her face like that, she thought she might just accidentally step on one of his toes with her steel toed cowgirl boots.

Nubbins jerked the gun away and aimed it again, taking several steps back. At that moment, a loud whimper startled the both of them and Nubbins nearly fell over forward from bumping into his not-so-little brother, Jedidiah. Nubbins had to crane his neck, in fact, to meet Jedidiah’s gaze as the big guy huffed audibly, staring with some concern at the weapon in his brother’s hand. His eyes flicked over to Rosette, scouring her visually for any sign of harm as he pushed past Nubbins. Rosette cracked a smile as her husband took her hands in his own and began inspecting her. “Oh, Bubba,” she chuckled, “I’m fine. Even if Nubbins could get that thing to shoot, I don’t think I’d die from it. You gotta remember- I’m cursed. You’ve been hackin’ off my limbs for a while now. They always grow back, don’t they? And I never die from that, so what’s a little bullet, huh?”. She gently took his hands and wrapped them around her waist. He instantly pulled her in for a tight hug, planting a very wet kiss on the top of her head and sighing contentedly.

“Yeah, Bubba, we was just havin’ fun with this here old pistol. I-I didn’t even shoot’er. I p-promise.”, Nubbins stuttered, holding up the pistol in an expression of surrender, “Sh-She’s your wife. Th-That makes her m-my sister. I-I-I wouldn’t hurt m-my s-sister.”. Bubba considered Nubbins’ statement for a long moment before nodding to let Nubbins know that he knows he would not actively try to harm Rosette but his eyes lock onto the pistol, his expression a bit grim. “Nubbins, I think you better go put that thing away before Bubba gets upset. He isn’t likin’ the looks of it in your hand, I can tell.”, Rosette interjects, trying to keep the concern in her tone low so as not to scare Bubba.

Nubbins groans, his hands flopping down at his sides. “Oh, but I wanna shoot somethin’!”, he exclaims, kicking the dirt at his feet. “If ya wanna shoot somethin’ with it so bad, why not go try it out on them empty barrels out in the yard? Wood’s tougher than flesh and if it can get through that then you’ve got a good gun and only then. Go see!”, Rosette replied, gesturing toward the door. As Nubbins takes another long look at Rosette, his fingertip brushing the trigger of the gun, Bubba glares in his direction as he wraps his arms even tighter around Rosette. “I think you better try before Bubba gets upset.”, Rosette added, this time with a bit more warning. Nubbins mutters something under his breath and takes off through the back door, leaving Rosette and Bubba alone together in the kitchen, staring after him.

Bubba’s grasp on her softened and he reached up a hand to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear lovingly. “He don’t mean any harm, Bubba. That new gun’s just, like, a new toy to him. He’s just havin’ fun with it.”, Rosette explained, watching Nubbins through the window for a moment over her shoulder. Then, turning to face Bubba and leaning up toward him on her toes, she adds, “But I really appreciate you comin’ to my rescue like that and I love you…”. Rosette’s lips press up against Bubba’s and their eyes drift closed as they both give in to the moment together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other.

Today you just found out your roommate with strange hobbies, like knowing how to pick a lock, knows how every puzzle and cipher by heart, or how to commit tax fraud, and so many other things, wasn't a guy with ADHD, he was an ex-assassin and now you have a gun pointed at your face

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Power is back on but I wanted to do just one more definition from “The Halloween Encyclopedia” by Lisa Morton.

Each Uisg- Each Uisg is a Scottish phrase meaning “water horse,” and is also the title of a Scottish Halloween ghost story. The each uisg was a demon that took the form of a huge black horse living within Loch Dorch; travelers who were caught by the water’s edge at night were occasionally seized by the demon, dragged to the bottom of the lake, and devoured. One Halloween at the house of Duncan the weaver, Duncan’s daughter Catriana (ooh, pretty name) decided to try the old fortune telling method of dipping her sleeve in water, and although her companion tried to dissuade her, she went to the loch. They soon heard her terrified shriek, and in the morning found only shreds of her clothing and the imprint of a hoof in the clay bank of the loch.

Though these do not have hooves and they are not black, I am CONVINCED these could pass. They’re fuckin’ TERRIFYING.

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Yet another definition from “The Halloween Encyclopedia” by Lisa Morton because the power is still out and I am still needing amusement.

Druids- Members of the Celt’s priest caste. The name “Druid” has been erroneously thought to mean “knowledge of the oak” or possibly “deep knowledge”; many eighteenth and nineteenth century historians misinterpreted history to fit their idea of the “noble savage” or “natural religion”. Druids belonged to the social elite and had control over festivals and all sacrifices (such as those probably performed at Samhain), gave rulings on all religious questions, acted as judges in criminal cases, and arbitrators in disputes over land and legacies. Druids could enforce judgments by banning individuals from attending rituals and sacrifices, which was essentially a form of excommunication. Druid students were said to have spent 20 years studying, committing everything to memory. Caesar thought, “the doctrine of the Druids was invented in Britain,” and then brought to Gaul on the continent; it is therefore possible that Druids originated in Ireland, and that their leaders were located there.

Druids figure prominently in a number of Celtic Samhain myths. In one story Dathi, king of Ireland in the fifth century, happened to be at the Druid’s Hill (Noc-nan-druad) in the county of Sligo one Halloween; he ordered his Druid to forecast the future for the next year. The Druid passed the night on top of the hill, and the next morning made predictions that came true.

In the Scottish Highlands, the master of ceremonies at Halloween parties was nearly always in the costume of a Druid.

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Another definition from “The Halloween Encyclopedia” by Lisa Morton because the power is still out and it’s just something to do to keep myself busy.

Cake- Cakes and bread were probably first associated with Halloween because of the holiday’s proximity to harvest. The 1580 edition of “Five Hundred Points of Good Husbandry” notes the importance of baking cakes at the end of harvest:

Wife, some time this weeke, if the wether hold cleere,

An end of wheat-sowing we make for this yeare.

Remember you, therefore, though I do it not,

The seed-cake, the Pasties, and Furmentie-pot.

Not only was a Halloween cake once the centerpiece of Halloween parties, but cakes were also used as a form of fortune-telling. The most common cake custom involved baking small trinkets into a “fortune cake” (each trinket was wrapped in oiled paper); one’s future was foretold depending on whatever was found in one’s slice of cake. For example, a ring indicated a happy marriage; a wheel foretold travel; a dime, wealth; a key, good luck in romance; a rag, poverty; a wish-bone, a wish to come true; a thimble indicated spinsterhood (or the ability of a woman to earn her own living). Less popular were the use of a chip of wood (for a coffin), indicating who would die first; and a sloe, foretelling who would live the longest (because the fairies blight the sloes in the hedges come Halloween, so a sloe in the cake will be the last of the year). A small china doll would indicate who would have children; and a nut would indicate marriage to a widow or widower (unless the kernel was shriveled, in which case the finder was destined for spinsterhood). Tokens are still baked into commercially available Barm Brack cakes in Ireland (whereas in America ice cream- with tokens inserted- has replaced cake at some parties).

Fortune Cake necessities. The plant with berries is a sloe.

A Barm Brack cake.

One of the most curious methods of cake divination was the “Dumb Cake”, which typically involved a number of unmarried young women (sometimes the number is specified as seven) who mixed a “dumb cake” together in silence (if any spoke, she would be last to wed). When the stiff, plain dough was placed in a pan, each girl took a new pin and pricked the initials of her sweetheart in the dough. Silence continued while the dough baked for 10 minutes, then those whose letters were still plain would supposedly marry before the year ended.

Salt cakes were also popular in divination. In an American custom, a girl would eat a salt cake and go to bed backwards without speaking. If she dreamt of her future husband bringing her a cup of water in a silver or gold goblet, it indicated wealth, while a tin goblet foretold poverty. Should she be foolish enough to help herself to a drink, she would never be married; and if the vessel out of which she drank was a gourd, she would be a pauper.

Cake has also been invested with the power to save souls on Halloween. Soul cakes were given to beggars in exchange for their prayers for the dead, and in Belgium, one custom involves eating cakes on All Souls’ Eve in the belief that another soul is saved from suffering in Purgatory for each cake eaten. The residents of Hirt (St. Kilda) celebrated the Festival of All Saints with a cavalcade and a large cake in the form of a triangle that must be completely eaten in that one night. In Chichester, shops on All Saints were full of small iced cakes, the white frosting of which was thought to represent the white robes of the saints in Heaven.

Soul Cakes.

A very spooky Halloween marbled cake. I love this one!

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Another random definition from “The Halloween Encyclopedia” by Lisa Morton because the power is still out and I’m still bored.

Brownies- Traditional brownies are house fairies, who will serve an individual house by performing small household chores, and who are normally rewarded with small offerings of food (although in most cases it’s also thought that a brownie will vanish if given a gift of clothing). Although some brownies could occasionally become mischievous and might even pinch or harass lazy human servants, they were on the whole useful and harmless. In Scotland, brownies supposedly lived in the hollows of trees, in caves, and in the recesses of ruined castles. The popular ballad “Aiken Drum” describes a brownie:

I lived in a lan’ where we saw nae sky,

I dwalt in a spot where a burn rins na by;

But I’se dwall now wi’ you if ye like to try-

Hae ye wark for Aiken Drum?

This 1936 recitation by Elizabeth F. Guptill is entitled, appropriately, “A Brownie”, and was designed to be presented as part of a school pageant (by a “tiny boy wearing a brownie suit, and carrying a Jack-O-Lantern”):

A Halloween brownie am I,

I like to play tricks on the sly.

I’m happy and jolly,

And brimful of folly.

To play pranks on you I shall try.

My old Jack-o-lantern and I

Will come snooping around by-and-by.

If you hear elfin laughter,

See lights scurrying after,

You’ll know that the brownies are nigh.

Also a “brownie”, by this definition:

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Random definition from “The Halloween Encyclopedia” by Lisa Morton because the power is out and I’m bored.

Acorn- Fruit of the oak; a tree is usually about twenty years old before acorns appear. Although oak trees were sacred to the Celts and supposedly featured in many rites of the Druids, acorns are infrequently mentioned in Halloween customs. This stanza from an Irish Halloween custom:

And some have acorns- these once graced

By fairy king and queen,

Upon the low back hob are placed

For luck, at Halloween.

Acorns are also mentioned in one German trickster story which is very similar to the legends behind the Jack-O-Lantern: A farmer makes a deal with the Devil, and agrees to pay up when he harvests his first crop. The farmer then goes out and plants acorns.

Link to the book if you wanna buy: X

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OOC:

Okay um... DAMN. This was... This was WAY better than that one visual novel we have out and this wasn't even a visual novel. Trauma has been made up for here.

Also, ironically, the name "Rose" is mentioned in this post. One of the nicknames of my OC who's soon to be finding herself in a similar situation with Bubba... lol

Bubba's First Time (Leatherface- TCM)

Summary: You get kidnapped by Johnny Slaughter at a bar and he brings you home to kill you. Leatherface ends up protecting you. To express your gratitude, you let him use you for his pleasure.  Word Count: 4,105 Warnings: MDNI, coercion, rough sex, smut

You’re screaming, flailing your arms around and fighting for your life as you get pulled inside the house. It was the dead of night and your kidnapper drove a long way to get here. You know your screams get lost in the darkness of the night, with not a soul nearby to hear your pleading cries. 

“I found me a real pretty one huh, old man?”. The man is speaking to an older man. “Quit your playing round’ boy! Get it over with, supper's ready”. The old man doesn't seem amused and you're yanked away towards a staircase leading to a basement. Before the man forces you down the steps, your eyes get drawn to a room. It had a dining table in the middle, food already placed and ready on the table. In one of the chairs sat a large man. He wore a strange looking mask, both elbows on the edge of the table with cutlery in each hand, ready to dig into his meal. You manage to make eye contact with him, knowing there is not much he could do for you. For all you knew, he could be a fate worse than what you were about to face in this basement. 

You look at him with your tearfilled, makeup smeared and terrified face.  With the short seconds you got to share with the beast, you noticed a strange look on his face. His face looked softened, his muscles relaxed and his eyes looked intrigued by your desperate state. He tilts his head and you can't help but feed yourself delusions, was it pity… or sympathy? 

The man tugs at you and you lose sight of the beast, hidden behind the walls. While being dragged down the stairs, his face was scarred into your mind. Your cries get more frantic, movements more hysterical but the man doesn't budge and you're met with a heavy slide door that leads down to the basement. 

Not much time passes before you're hooked with your tied wrists to the ceiling. “Stay still. This will only hurt for a minute”, the man wears a smug smirk and his voice has hints of mockery. You can tell this amuses him. You've run dry on tears and energy to fight back, so your response to his demand was a mere defeated bow of the head. The man lifts his knife to your throat but before he is able to slice, the same slide door reopens and the beast is stood by the entrance. 

“I'm almost done here, boy. I'll be up in a second”, his voice now irritated by the interruption. The beast takes heavy and confident stomps towards the two of you while letting out deep grunts. He halts in front of the man, still holding a knife to your throat. He finally lowers his knife and you feel it nick you, drawing some blood. “What's the matter with you, boy?!” the man snaps. The beast gets closer to him as if to intimidate him, or at the very least, making himself clear of his intentions without using his words. He gets in front of your hanging body, blocking and getting between you and the man wanting to kill you. “Oh I see, you want her to yourself?”. The beast nods and you're confused by the strange interaction. Other than the weird display and protection from the beast, you're left feeling eternally thankful for him saving your life. You're not sure how long the luck will last but for the moment, you let out a sigh of relief. 

“I'll leave for you to take care of her after dinner. Let's go before the old man makes a fuss”. The man heads up the stairs but before the brute follows along, he walks over to you. He is looking up at your exhausted expression and you manage to make eye contact. He was wearing the same expression from earlier… It was kind. He lays his large hands on either side of your waist and unhooks you from the ceiling. Although he had rough and large hands, his touch was soft and movement gentle. He slowly brings you down to the floor and you feel like a feather the way your feet were carefully placed onto the cold stone surface.

He continues holding your waist while you're drowned into each other's eyes. “...thank you”. You finally break the silence. Your voice is soft and quiet, like the squeak of a mouse. He lets out a low grunt and to your surprise pulls you in for a hug. Your eyes widen at the suddenness of it all, he didn't say anything, he keeps you in his arms and gives you a squeeze almost as an apology for what you've been through. That's how you interpreted it, and you let him hold you as you’re absorbing his warm apology. All too soon, his warmth is gone and as he walks away and shuts the sliding door behind him. You're left missing his touch.

After what felt like ages, you hear the sliding door open back up and your heart skips a beat, scared it might be your kidnapper. You feel a wave of relief hit as you’re met with the large figure of the gentle giant. You hadn't moved much since he had left. With your time in solitude, you were thinking of ways you could thank him and as the man was walking towards you, your thoughts grew wilder. You’re sitting on your feet with your hands on your thighs, looking up at him towering over you. You look like a dog greeting its owner. As if he read your mind, he rests one of his large hands on your head, petting you as he admires your beauty. You lean into his touch and it feels good to feel something other than fear For once, you feel safe.

You slowly make your way back on your feet, all while never breaking the alluring eye contact. Your hands travel up his body as you stand up but his body seems somewhat stiff, confused- but not complaining. “I wanted to thank you for saving my life”. Your voice is sensual and very suggestive. As your hands make your way to his big bulge, you feel him get stiffer but this time he also pulls away with a disapproving groan. He looks down and shakes his head slightly. "It's okay… I just want to express my gratitude”. Your voice is gentle as you reach for his bulge again, now growing due to your touch. Once again he hesitates and pulls away with the same disapproving grunt. 

The room you're in had a mattress leaned up against the wall. It had some signs of usage in the form of mysterious spots and holes, but given your situation, you didn't think too much of it. You pull on it, making it fall to the ground with a thud, letting some dirt and dust fly into the air. The giant watches you curiously as you prop its edges parallel to the wall. You turn around and watch him still standing behind you. You scoot over to sit on the mattress with your back leaned against the wall, hands resting on either side of you. You look up at him as you tilt your head and smirk slightly. You’re spreading your legs slowly, letting your skirt reveal your panties to the man in front of you. He looks completely stunned but you can tell he doesn't want you to stop what you're doing. “Just watch me then”. Your words escape you somewhat desperately as your attraction to the beast grows like an uncontrollable virus.

You let your hand find its way to your aching clit over your already soaked panties. You slide your panties off of you and leave your wet slit exposed to the air. You feel your spine arch and head shoot back as your fingers come in contact with your nub. You start to slowly rub your clit and move your hips in circles while making sure your legs stay spread for the man to have the best view possible. As you pleasure yourself, you have your eyes shut focusing on the stimulation, until you hear the man grunt and move around. You bring your head back and see him kneeled down at the end of the mattress. He continues letting deep groans escape his throat and he inches closer to you on all fours, slowly, and without breaking eye contact. You watch as the giant is moving towards you, his big body casting a dark shadow over you, making you feel smaller than you've ever felt. His eyes narrowed like he was finally seeing you as the prey you were meant to be. You rub your clit harder, as the view of him in this position made it impossible to tame your wild mind. 

He stops right in front of you as he watches you pleasure yourself, licking his lips as if he was tasting your sweet pussy. You can't handle his lack of action so you grab his hand. He's confused by your touch but curious about you, allowing you to hold it. You hold onto his hand and start pulling it down to your pussy. You feel him protest and pull back again. "It's okay… you saw how I did it? Just do as I showed you and you’ll be fine” you try convincing and swaying his opinion with your gentle and sensual voice. You pull his hand but once again, he tries pulling away. “Look, I'll help you. Just please… I want you to touch me”, your voice is desperate and you want his long and thick fingers to fill your tight pussy. 

You consider him defeated as you feel his hand soften. You pull his hands towards your sensitive cunt for the third time and this time he allows you. You wrap your whole hand around his middle and index finger. His hands were so big and that's all you could really fit in your small grasp. You bring his hand closer until you feel his rough fingertips come in contact with your clit. Both of you let out a gasp as a result of the contact. You use his fingers to rub your nub and fuck, it felt so much better than your own fingers. You continue rubbing harder and faster and the beast's wonderful grunts fill your ears as if he was feeling pleasure himself. 

Without any direction from you, the beast unexpectedly pushes his index and middle finger into your hole. You let out a loud moan, making your own ears bleed. He doesn't understand what he's done but your reaction was something he was starting to get addicted to. He pulls his fingers back out and you hold his wrists, pulling on them to let him know that you wanted more. He pushes them back in, this time a little harder and you let out the same moan. You feel as the beast goes from hesitant and held back to him becoming progressively hungrier in his movements. He forces his big fingers into your hole, abusing it and you encourage him with your hysteric cries. He sees your white cream coat his fingers, confused by it, he brings it to his mouth and tastes your juices. You see his eyes widen as he's tasting you, licking his fingers clean before sticking them back into you to coat his fingers again, then licking them clean again.

He continues doing this many times until he realizes the best way to get the most of you was to bring his mouth to it. And that's exactly what he does, he lets his mouth find your pussy and immediately starts licking. He starts by giving you small licks, but the more he tastes you, the bigger the licks get. Until he finally started sucking as much of the juice as he could. He uses his hands to spread your pussy lips and sees your red and swollen clit stand out. Curious by it, he sucks on it and hears as your moans get as intense as ever. You grab his hair with both your hands and pull a little. That was all the signs he needed, now he was laser-focusing on your clit. He’s obsessed with your reactions and he sucks hard, he licks fast and sucks even more. “ff-ffuck mm gonna cum, please”. Your words escape in a broken scream but the beast doesn't stop. You feel your walls tighten and you cum in his mouth. He shows no signs of stopping and once he sees even more white cream leak out of your pussy, he licks it all clean. He shoves his tongue as deep as he can to taste as much of your sweet pussy as possible. You taste so good, he could never get enough and you moan loud as his tongue explores the inside of your sensitive hole.  

His mouth is killing you. The air is heavy and the scent of your wet cunt is filling the room, making him lick his lips again. Once he calms down you pull away from him, knowing he could stay between your legs for hours. You position yourself to sit back on your feet. You touch his bulge again and he watches you, giving you groans of approval. You start stroking the outside of his pants. He was already hard but you could tell it wasnt to its full potential, yet it felt massive. You subconsciously take a gulp, anticipating and preparing yourself for his big size as you pull his pants and underwear down at the same time. 

When his cock was fully exposed to you, you found yourself floored by his enormous size. Not only was it long, but the real shock was the thickness and girth of it. You've never seen anything comparable, just staring at it made your pussy throb. You can tell he’s fully confused by what you're doing, he has no idea about the purpose of the thing between his legs. “I wont touch it if you don't want me to. But can I please watch as you stroke it?”. Your plea is desperate and you're begging the gods above to have him accept your prayer. He looks down and a deep grunt escapes his throat and you can tell he’s confused by your request. He looks into your eyes as if to say ‘how?’ and you let a small giggle escape your lips. Has he really never done it before? 

“Alright big boy, I'll show you how”. You give him a comforting smile, showing that you're not judging him. If anything, this made it even better. You grab one of his hands again and wrap it around his own dick. You see him grasping his cock and you can't help but bite your lip, being presented with the sight of his big hand wrapped around his big cock. You hold his hand with both of your hands and start to slowly stroke alongside his shaft, up and down. The skin on his cock moving with your rhythm, massaging his member. He looks into your eyes and his breathing gets heavy. Once he gets into the rhythm you created for him, you let go all together. 

He continues stroking his cock, up and down, just like you showed him. “There you go, honey”. You see his eyes narrow and fill with hunger. He starts experimenting with different speeds at his own pace and you feel proud of him. You lean back towards the wall and spread your legs. You lick your fingers while looking into his eyes and bring your fingers back to your aching clit. You resume playing with your pussy and for the moment you sit in front of each other, both of you pleasuring yourselves as you watch each other. The beast gets more and more aggressive, the new sensation had him hooked and his movements were desperate. As he’s breathlessly stroking his cock, you grab his wrist with your hand, canceling his motion. He looks at you with lust filled eyes, excited for your next move. 

You remove his hand from his dick and replace it with both your hands. You squeeze it in between your hands and admire his full size, it was beautiful but intimidating. You're stroking his cock and you feel it twitch as you move up and down, twisting, pulling and massaging it. Occasionally, you let your soft fingers circle around his tip, giving him an unreal sensation. The beast lets out groans like you've never heard before… but you weren't done here. You feel your aching and neglected cunt scream and beg to be filled. You decide it's time to finally give her what she wanted. 

You pull on his shirt and direct his back to lay against the wall. You spread your legs and hover your opening over his cock as you rest your hands on his broad and strong shoulders. He holds your waist with both hands as he watches you grab his cock and align it with your entrance. Without giving him any time to prepare for you, you sink down on his cock. Both of you release loud gasps as you’re shocked by how well his tip alone filled you, and as he feels your warm and slippery insides. You don't go all the way down, you can't go all the way down but you continue bouncing up and down his tip, getting yourself wetter and slowly stretching yourself out for him. He lets out deep groans and you love how he's letting you know exactly how he feels. As you let your entrance play with his tip you take off your shirt. He looks at your tits and you see his eyes widen. You giggle a little to yourself and guide both his hands to play with your nipples. He gets the hang of it immediately and squeezes and pulls on your nipples. He didn't know what it felt like to you but by the way you moaned louder, he knew he had to continue doing it. 

You hear the brute let out a frustrated groan, he's growing impatient with you teasing his tip and wanting to feel you all through his length. You let out a loud moan, bordering on a scream and he forces you to sit on his cock. You look into his eyes with your mouth agape, surprised by his action. You're not nearly ready for his full length and girth but he doesn't care. He pushes you all the way on his cock, forcing himself deep inside you. You feel your eyes roll to the back of your head and you go silent for a moment, trying to adjust to his size. He slowly pulls out, veeerryyy sloowwwllyyy and you feel every single inch of him as he's exiting your tight little pussy. With only a small bit of his tip still inside you, he thrusts back into you, hard and quick. You let out another scream and he lets out a deep grunt. 

After a couple pumps, he starts getting more consistent and regular with his thrusts. You're amazed by how naturally it came to him. You’re hovering over him and he forcefully bucks his hips into you, sliding in and out as the sounds of skin slapping echoes in the empty basement. “fuckkk, just like that. You're doing so good”, your voice is weak and breathless but he had to know how good this felt, how good he felt. He lets his hips rest back on the mattress and you sit all the way down on his dick. You feel full of him, his girth pressing against your tight insides. You move around a little and cup his face with your hands. He's still wearing that mask but all you see are his stunning eyes and beautiful lips. You can tell they're soft. 

As his cock is buried deep inside you, you lean in and kiss him. He's shocked and doesn't know what to do. He keeps his eyes open as he kisses you, but after seeing your closed eyes, he shuts them as well. He places his hands on your hips, squeezing it, feeling your tight pussy throb around his cock. He gets into the rhythm and you feel each other’s soft lips play with each other. You press into his face while still cupping it, your kiss gets increasingly more desperate as you start sliding up and down on his cock again. You continue riding his dick at a brutal pace, going faster and harder by the second. He helps you by pushing you down further everytime you bounce back up. You introduce your tongue to his mouth and he welcomes it, sucking and swirling it around his mouth. 

You break the kiss and press your forehead to his, not slowing down from the bouncing on his cock. “I'm so proud of you, big boy”. You smile and you look down on the base of his shaft being completely drenched with your pussy juice, and his cock pounding in and out of your soaked cunt. The pitch black hair around his balls being white because of your white cream coating it. The wet and sloppy sounds of his dick thrusting in you is filling the room, you're surprised by how it's still audible over both of your moaning, screaming and panting. The way he's pounding into you makes you question his virginity, you don't believe it, there is no way. His eyes are too confident, his thrusts are too perfect and his dick is way too good. 

He lifts you up from his cock and it makes a quiet ‘pop’ sound as his dick gets released from your pussy’s tight grip. He lays you down on the mattress and climbs on top of you. You can tell that he now knows what sex is, he knows exactly how to do it and you smile to yourself thinking of how the student has become the teacher. He slides his hands under your knee crease and let your legs fall over his broad shoulders. This way, he had a perfect view of your face as he pounds into you. He aligns his cock with your entrance and gives you a quick peck on the lips to prepare you for his cock. You smile at him, letting him know you're ready and you feel like you're about to burst. Every second without his cock inside you, was a second too long. 

The beast didn't believe in slow and steady. He wanted rough and hard and that's exactly how he entered you. As he forces his cock into you, you're shocked by how much deeper he could get from this position. You didn't know the female body could have something this deep inside her but you learn something new everyday… You lay your hands on his chest as he pounds into you and you feel your walls tighten. “F-fucckkk…I-mmm… Imma cum!!!” You can hardly breathe, let alone talk as he's deep inside you. He's making up for years of not feeling this sensation. He’s furious this feeling has been kept from him and he's channeling all that frustration into drilling his cock harder into you. You feel his cock twitch and you can tell he’s close as well. Even though he doesn't say it, you're slowly learning what his different grunts mean. The ones he's letting out right now definitely meant ‘I’m gonna cum in your tight pussy’. 

He lets out one last deep groan as he fills your pussy with his warm liquid. Continuing to pump into you to empty every single drop of himself. You moan so loud, it made your head spin and feeling his cum shoot deep inside you was a feeling unlike anything you've felt before. He slowly pulls out and you feel as the mixture of both your cum is leaking out of your abused hole. He watches as you squirm and shake from the trauma of the intense pleasure. 

He lays down next to you and you get on top of him, resting your ear to his chest, listening to his fast and irregular heartbeat. You hug his massive body and close your eyes. You lay in silence for a while, catching your breaths and soaking in each other's presence. You look up at him, giving him a passionate and soft kiss. “Thank you for saving my life”. 

credit for dividers: @y-onb @animatedglittergraphics-n-more @roseschoices <3

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OOC:

HE JUST MEANS WELL. ;u;

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There’s a relationship that I miss more than words can express. I’m reminded of it almost everywhere I look. The pain isn’t really describable. He probably still follows me on this account. If you’re reading this, you know who you are. No, I’m not angry at you. That anger was years ago. I understand that you’re never coming back. I’m so sorry for anything I did or said that hurt you and I just hope you’re happy and doing well. Did you go see that new “Wicked” movie? All of our memories are still with me, like a handprint on my heart. I kind of want to go see it but… Admittedly, I’m a little scared. I’m not sure I’ll be able to face Scarecrow’s origin story or Elphie and Galinda alone. I’d be lying if I claimed “For Good” doesn’t absolutely tear my heart out of my chest now.

I’m sorry if I’m being too down. I just needed to get some words out. I’m not expecting a response. I think I’ll always love you and I just want you to be happy, wherever you are. I hope you’re happy now that you’ve chosen this. I hope it brings you bliss. 🧚‍♀️ 🧙

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I just felt like typing this out. I’m a weird adult. But I think that’s a good thing. I’ve found that if I try to not be weird, life is just stressful and no fun. Weirdness makes life fun and interesting. Most of my weirdness seems to come from being autistic (I was diagnosed in the year 2000, when I was eight years old).

Autism comes with its social difficulties and hurdles for me but I would not trade it for the world. I like being who I am. If there WAS one thing I could change though, it would be the stigmas surrounding adults with childlike interests. Almost all of mine are and it has unfortunately led to people pointing bad fingers at me before, which I found quite mentally scarring. Just because I like a cartoon or enjoy dolls or MLP does not immediately make me… I can’t even say it. But despite the things people have said, I continue enjoying whatever I enjoy. Because I have found that I am much more unhappy if I don’t.

Moral of the story is… Life is worth living if you love what you love and do not ever let anyone take that away from you, I guess. Love life. Be weird. Be you.

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These art skills are -CHEF’S KISS- 😩🤌

BUBBA 🖤JASON

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THE PASTA COMMANDS ME.

The best scene in Nosferatu 1922, sound remastered because i felt that we had to have this

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reblog if you believe fanfics are as valid as books that were published and sold by authors who write as their main careers. I'm trying to prove a point

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Link: X

This link is an invite to an emotional support group I created on here for people facing difficult times with their fandoms.

I do NOT reply to anons that I think are sus. I have autism, anxiety disorder, depression and I am a grown woman who is 30+ years old. I’m only still here because I joined this place when I was still a teenager and starting college and I enjoy posting and sharing posts about my favorite fandoms. I do NOT recommend minors to follow me on here.