#between softness/grip and stiffness/support if youre not willing to get 2+ pairs for different climbs

[phagodyke]

barely biting back the urge to get a high end performance pair of climbing shoes bc most intermediate ones are only like. a tenner less so if im investing i might as well go straight to the top right...?

[jimjamthehorrorman]

the chunky bubba request was so good! could i also maybe request some nsfw for chunky bubba & thomas (separately obvs) thanks hon!

I NEARLY lost this one in the pile of other things going on! Sorry for the delay!

Bubba Sawyer (1974 Texas Chainsaw Massacre-Leatherface)

He's a big boy and new to the game so he's eager to learn. He has always had pretty or handsome victims but never worked on any urges that fell upon him. You are the one who was the willing victim of a cannibal.

When you're cuddling he usually keeps a pair of lounge pants on over his boxers, even in this hot Texas weather. He is very self conscious and had never really wanted to show you under his shirt, but as the days grew hotter he had to take it off eventually.

When you tell him you're in "The Mood", he is puzzled at first and then OVERLY enthusiastic. He won't say it, but you can see in his eyes an air of "I'M READY, C'MON, LET'S DO THIS!" the most determined you've seen him in a LONG time!

He slips his mask off, setting it on a stand atop the dresser. He looks at himself in the vanity mirror, brushing his messy hair out of his eyes with his fingers. He winks at you before making his way over to the bed.

He lay back on the bed, watching adamantly as you strip down. As the shirt slips off onto the floor, you notice the tent in his pants.

"We haven't even started the fun part, Bubba"

He's smiling ear to ear, eagerly twiddling his thumbs and stretching out his legs, trying to make comfortable his trapped bulge.

When your underwear finally go, he squeezed his thighs together, pulling his knees in and tucking them close to his belly and biting his lip. He's terribly aroused and the anticipation is getting to him.

As you climb in the bed, pulling his pants off, he sighs. What a relief it is to him to finally let his member free. You start to slip his boxers off and he makes a noise as though he's uneasy. Perhaps you're moving too fast.

Laying your head on his belly and looking up at him, he smiles down at you, blushing a deep crimson. He's new and eager, but he's still anxious. How can you ease the tension?

You blow on his belly, making a goofy fart noise. He starts laughing. A hearty Texan man's laugh hits you like a freight train.

"It doesn't have to be scary, Bubba. We can have fun too!"

He looks much happier. All the expectations he thought you'd be looking for seem to leave his mind like a weight off his shoulders.

As you settle yourself in his arms, straddling his waist you place small kisses on his cheeks, leading to a long, sloppy make out session.

You begin to trail kisses down his neck, much to his pleasure. Bubba pants hard, his body arching toward you with every soft touch. He lets out a whimper and you feel the heat in his chest and underwear below you.

You turn around and slip his underwear off, a thick and decent sized member stiff in your hands. As you begin to palm at his member each touch is a new sensation for Bubba.

He whines softly, lifting his hips off the bed to meet your touch. The soft whining escalates to a series of grunts and moans. Before you can go too far he sits up abruptly.

"Bubba is everything okay?"

He nods, his chest and face are redder than a strawberry as he lifts you back onto his lap, pushing his member up against you, not sure where to go but going for it.

You readjust yourself on top of him. His tip just barely at your entrance.

"Are you ready?"

He nods so quickly he could get whiplash and you begin to press gentle kisses against his panting lips as you place pressure on him. He wraps his arms around you with a yelp, he's holding on tight like a hug as you descend onto him. Thick and hot as it enters you, you shudder going down, letting out a loud moan.

He jumps a bit worried he's hurt you, only forcing himself further into you, moaning softly himself. His eyes full of love and adoration for you as he gently bucks his hips upward, head on your shoulder.

"Oh Bubba, you're doing so so good, such a good job!"

Oh how he loves your praise, it only makes him buck more, pushing in deep enough to touch your g spot but not enough to really hit it.

"You won't hurt me, Bubba. You can go at your own pace, I'll catch up!"

That's what he wanted to hear. This feeling has been bottled up inside of him for years, and when it comes to you on top of him, in his embrace and his only real love, he goes all-out. He sits up, flipping you both over and he's on top. He's in control for the first time in his life and it's all because the one he loves trusts him.

He carefully lays a pillow beneath your head and back to give you some support as he wraps your legs around his waist and leans into you. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he begins to enter you once again. He pushes HARD, not enough to hurt you but enough to get as far as he can inside you. He's practically lifted you off the bed trying to get comfortable for you, trying his best to keep his weight off of you.

His frustration leads to him lifting you up and bucking into you. Gripping your rear and pushing straight up reaching depths you previously thought impossible. The pressure built up in yourself about to release, your legs tingling from this all too new sensation.

His moans heavy in your ear as he pulls you in close. As yours get louder, his follow shortly behind. You can't hold it anymore.

"Bubba I'm going to-"

He nods, pushing as hard as he has this entire night. Your body releases, cumming as he does, filling you with his own.

He huffs and lay back, he's completely spent his energy but he's got such a look of pure bliss on his face as he reaches out for you to come to him.

He pulls you in for a kiss, holding you tight and making sure you're alright. He kisses your cheek and holds you tight on his belly and chest. For now, he just wants to cuddle and hold you. Later, he'll tend to the bruises on your rear.

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Thomas Brown Hewitt (2003/06 Texas Chainsaw Massacre - The Beginning-)

Thomas isn't new to self pleasure, hell he lives with Hoyt. You know that dirty old man had naughty magazines and films laying around.

The heat that lie between you and Thomas was different. You're a human being and he feels far different for you than some naked floozy on an old magazine. He actually LOVES you.

After a long day at the farm, Thomas comes upstairs and climbs in the shower, discarding his mask in his side table and his clothes on the floor.

When you see the clothes you know, tonight's the night. He's gonna be all cleaned up and smelling fresh and better yet, in a towel. You climb on the bed and strip down to nothing, climbing under the covers in his cool room.

Thomas walks in, flipping on the light to see you bundled up in his bed. He smiles at you, brushing his long hair out of his face. He reaches for a pair of boxers when you blurt out:

"You won't need those tonight."

He blushes, he knows what he's fantasizing of and he's not sure if it's reality or not until he closes the door behind him and you stand in front of him, nude.

He gazes over you, taking in every inch of your body visually. He breathes shakily, getting ahead of himself.

You cut to the chase, kissing him hard and throwing his towel to the floor. He moans softly at the touch of your hand on his chest and the grip on his long member. This was a surprise to him and he's been waiting for this moment.

He picks you up-still locked at the lips- and throws you onto the bed, the soft pillows catching your landing. He climbs on top of you and spreads your legs wide, his tongue prepping his entrance to come, but tasting you. He takes his time, your moans only making him more eager and excited. He finally climbs up the bed, grabbing the pillows behind your head and slamming himself into you without warning. You let out a loud moan that only fuels his desires. Your body was ready, but you were surprised. You feel filled to the brim with him and only more to come. His still-wet hair dripping onto your body as the steam from the shower rolls off of him. The warmth of his body against yours as he thrusts is insane against the cold sheets and air conditioning.

His kisses brim your ever moaning mouth, the louder you get the faster he gets until you're practically screaming. (Thank god no one's home.)

He sits up, a tight grip on your thighs as he slows down, thrusting hard and deep until you scream. You're so close and his grunts and moans are only readying you further, his hands squeezing your thighs hard as he reaches your g-spot. The tension your body had is replaced by a feeling of warmth and toes curling when you finally finish, an absolutely blissful feeling in all this rough man's idea of love.

He's not done yet, but he's very close. He flips your legs up on his shoulders, he's determined to finish, relentlessly thrusting and speeding up as he gets closer. He lets out a LOUD moan, followed by small gasps as he cums, both inside of you and on your stomach.

He climbs up beside you, wrapping you in his arms and embracing you. He gives you multiple small kisses before throwing the blanket on top of you both and laying your head on his massive chest...

Aaaaaaaand he's asleep. He snores softly and he's smiling even in slumber. You can't be mad, he really put a lot into this. When he wakes up, maybe you could go for round 2... or 3... or 6.

We won't judge you 💕😉

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HOPE YOU ENJOY!