#love you bubba

[your-witch-trial-has-expired]

"Based on a true story" in horror is like "100% juice" but it's 12% juice and mostly sugar and water

[stay6sic]

Wassup with yo fine ass girl

(Im in love with you) -ur bf

ladies, get you a man who never stops flirting with you

[zettaitatsuya]

[themeraldee]

Adore how he went from 'teehee I have a surprise for you' to incredulous blinking at the blatant rejection and then to his fake bravado 'oh yeah that's totally cool, I'm so not bothered'

[calmcoldevening]

Why did they want to keep you with them? (slashers x reader)

TW! Mention of rape and abuse

Michael Myers

• Michael came to your house to kill you.

• He was prevented by one scene: you were crying and screaming, trying to escape from the grip of your "boyfriend", who forcibly undressed you. Disgusting attempted rape.

• Michael lay low, watching you for a while, watching your pleas and futile attempts to escape. Your gaze reflected the pain of betrayal. This was different from what Myers saw in the eyes of his victims during the murders.

• You reminded him of his mother. Michael grew up around women, and he saw how his mother often cried at night after a particularly hard shift at "work". And although he didn't feel anything towards you at that moment, he understood that it was wrong.

• In place of you and this guy, Michael saw Deborah and Ronnie. And he couldn't stand this sofa imbecile. Such a vile, cruel and disgusting person is not worthy of life, right?

• When he was done with the guy, Myers came up to you and squatted down. You, clearly still on the verge of hysteria and loss of consciousness, clung to his shoulders, burying your face in a blue jumpsuit. Michael didn't know how to react, he didn't feel anything, but something inside was telling him to comfort.

• The voices behaved strangely. At any other time they would have said kill, but not now. And only the mother's voice stood out among this gray series of sounds: "Calm her, Michael."

Bubba Sawyer

• That day you were traveling with Sally, her brother and friends. You've been pretty distant. You were always stressed out by such noisy companies, but Pam begged you, as one of her best friends, to go with them.

• When a strange hitchhiker jumps into your van, you are attracted to his behavior. Why is he so jumpy? Sick in the head? Perhaps. Your fears are confirmed when he snatches a knife from Franklin and cuts open his hand. You look at his distraught face and run up to him, thinking how to stop the blood faster. After walking in for a while, you grab your backpack and take out bandages and some ointments that you bought earlier at the nearest pharmacy. As carefully as possible, you rub his palm and wrap a clean bandage on top. Nubbins, as you will find out later, looks at you with shock and incomprehension.

• When you become one of the Sawyers' victims, it becomes a choice who they want to put at the table as a guest during a dinner party. The choice falls on you and Sally.

• Nubbins immediately recognizes you and begins to actively tell his brothers something. Did you help Nubbins? Bubba is impressed. You didn't offend his brother, but on the contrary, you showed sympathy!

• Bubba is heading towards you (you and Sally are sitting on the infamous bone sofa). He touches your cheek with his thick finger, and you smile nervously. You're ready to cry from fear right now; your lips are trembling, but no tears are flowing. Bubba repeats his action, this time stroking your chin. He smacks his lips strangely from time to time; you can see his crooked teeth.

• To be honest, Nubbins and Drayton never understood why their brother left you, but he continued to be adamant, carefully taking you to his room. He untied your limbs only in the late afternoon, when he was sure he could keep an eye on you.

Vincent Sinclair

• You came to Ambrose and decided to go to the store for a snack. Bo immediately called out to you and offered to go to his house. The boy is cute, smiling — why not?

• When you entered the Sinclair house, you immediately realized that the guy, or guys, it seems he had brothers, had not had proper care and care for a long time: all the rooms were dusty, and the kitchen was littered with dirty dishes and empty boxes of instant food.

• Without thinking twice, you decided to first clear the space a little, and then concoct something in a hurry. In the end, Bo gave it the go-ahead.

• While you are washing the dishes, a strong blow is heard upstairs, and then Bo's angry screams. You hurriedly wipe your hands and almost run to the second floor. Slowly approaching the right room, you hear Bo's furious voice. "Fuck, couldn't you've been more careful, huh? Now she's definitely gonna run away, damn it. And all because of you, bastard!". Then there was a thud.

• You run into the room and see Bo towering over a long-haired guy. He fell on his ass and pressed his hands to his face. You rush to him and help him up. "Are you okay? What was that? Does anything hurt?" you shower the man with questions and only now notice that his face is wearing a mask.

• "Get away from him. And you, freak, move it. You don't want to get another slap in the face, do you?". You frown and stand in front of the guy, blocking him from Bo. You let the long-haired one lean on your shoulder. "Don't yell at him. Can't you see that he's sick?".

• The only thing Vincent can think about at this moment is how you protect him, not afraid to raise your voice to Bo, and what kind of affectionate and warm hands you have. You gently hold him by his broad back, and even through the mask he feels a pleasant scent of perfume. Maybe I shouldn't kill you?

Bo Sinclair

• You arrived in Ambrose with your friends. Although, they could hardly be called that. They were extremely toxic and called you names all the time.

• Your car needed an inspection: while driving, something was knocking violently under the hood, so when one of the guys talked to Lester, you drove into town.

• This place seemed nice enough to you, even though it looked a little creepy and abandoned.

• When Bo was talking to a guy from your company who was driving a car, he saw a young man yelling at you and sometimes swinging. Bo frowned, but did not show his mood change to others. "Why doesn't the girl go to our local "House of Wax"? This place will really make you want to stay" Bo joked, pointing towards a hill near the city. You went in the indicated direction with a clear desire to distract yourself from these vile people, leaving your pseudo-friends in the care of Bo.

• A little later you will discover that all your companions have mysteriously "left", leaving you in this city all alone to fend for yourself.

• Bo will calm you down and try in every possible way to show that you can trust him (what's there, you cried into his vest, and he gently stroked you on the back). The man was grinning.

• In fact, he just saw himself in you at that moment. He remembered how his parents treated him brutally, chained him to a chair with stones and constantly set an example for his younger brother. Something about you, so shrinking and scared, seemed to him exciting and interesting. Perhaps he found in your eyes the same feelings that he experienced in his life, there was something familiar about you, even native, that made him want to protect you and fence you off from these terrible people.

Well i love them too much hah. I wrote this with my ex-girlfriend a long time ago, so I was not sure if it was worth posting. But what's done is done. These boys are too cute for me not to write this one. So have a good day :)

[nubbims]

hi. my name is henry and this is my current TCMGAME ship fixation (o^-’)b

[jesperfahxey]

TOM HOLLAND, ANDREW GARFIELD and TOBEY MAGUIRE in

SPIDER-MAN: NO WAY HOME (2021) dir. Jon Watts

happy birthday @niccolofares 💋🧡

[shiny-peach-water]

bubba baby big boy bubba 🧸🫀

[proxythe]

mamas boy? ? ?? aka i dont pay attention to any of the official lore they drop n i make up my own

[bubba-draws]

Woe, grollow wip be upon ye

[stromer]

just an undersized father and son...

[roe-and-memory]

not a hc post but rather. .. nobody ever talks about how the perfect irl trio for cars 3’s trio would be chase elliott, ryan blaney, and bubba wallace.

theyve been best friends basically since they started racing??? they post the most unhinged things ever online??? THEYRE PERFECT. see below

like. do you hear me. these three are insane, you gotta love em

[galileoromantic]

Depressions got hands, but my husband (Thomas Hewitt) has a chainsaw and a fat ass.

[sunshinetoshi]

a solid pair

kuroo x reader (<1k words)

content (warnings): fluff

a/n: i was going to wait until kuroo’s bday to post this but i simply -cannot wait- it’s been a fat minute since i’ve written anything more than thoughts into my notes app so if this is bad i will pretend it’s not. self-confidence. also bless romcoms for making me rot for love once more.

“I have a question.”

“I have an answer.”

“What do you want for your birthday?”

His chest rumbles in soft laughter beneath you. He hums in thought before responding, “I’m going to give a kind-of answer because I already know you’re not going to settle with me saying I don’t need anything.”

You nod your head, “You’d be correct. Like give me ideas or a price range that makes you comfy. I have a couple different ideas but I wanted to ask you.” You sat up to give him a proper look in his eyes, “Just amuse me, it’s the first birthday we’re spending together and I want us to both be comfortable with how we celebrate. It’s unknown territory,” you hold a hand out to him like you’re making a deal, “help me out here.”

He grins before pushing your hand out of the way and engulfing you into a hug. “All right give me second.” He rubs small circles into your back. “Hm.. Don’t get me anything fancy, so definitely nothing expensive. But I don’t want to say anything specific. I want to be surprised. Helpful?”

“Just barely,” you huff in a faux dramatic tone, “But yes, helpful.”

“Hey, if you really want an honest answer you could get me a rock and I’d love it.”

“A rock.”

“Yes, a rock.”

“You joke a lot, you know.”

He shook his head, “I’m not joking around, I’d love it and I’d love it because it’s from you.”

———

“Socks?” Your friend stops in their tracks.

You nod without taking your eyes off of the displays you’re scanning, “Mhm, socks.”

“Please explain before I cast judgement.”

“We’re at the mall getting socks because he has said so many times he - quote unquote - loves funky socks. And he’s always wearing a different pair when I see him so why not add to the collection?”

“Funky how?”

“Funky like his favorite pair have cats on it. As in he prefers striped or polka dot socks over plain ones. As in he complains when he has to wear plain ones for fancy events.” You smile remembering the last big meeting he had and the little grumble Tetsurou made as he put his socks on.

“Aw, I guess that’s nice then. Okay you said there was a another part to your gift?”

“Yeah, and if you’re loving this side quest you’re gonna love the next - oh! These! He loves space and these lil guys are way cuter aliens than the other socks.” You hold up the pair for your friend and they laugh in disbelief.

———

You can’t help but join your friend in laughing at yourself.

“You look ridiculous!”

“I feel it too but I need to find a good one. Just stand watch and tell me if anyone’s coming.”

You continue your search, picking out select candidates when you realize after quite a while your friend is no longer giggling at you.

You turn you turn your head and look up at them. Their grin is wide. “What?” you ask, cracking a smile of your own.

“This is too cute.”

“What is?”

“You’re squatting like a kid looking for the perfect rock to give your boyfriend because he said he’d be happy even if you have him a rock for his birthday. You’re like a little penguin and it’s really really cute.”

You give a bashful smile and go back to searching for the perfect one.

———

“Did you get full?” Tetsurou gives your leg a gentle shake from the driver’s seat.

“I did.” You take in the smile on his face. “How’s your birthday so far?”

He shakes his head. “Oh man, a great day at work and a great evening with you with great food? Pretty great.” He gives a cheeky grin.

“Good,” you respond, satisfied with his answer. “But actually I have one more surprise,” you reach down to your jacket on the floor of the passenger seat - where you had been hiding his present.

You hold it out to him and expect him to giddily open it up. But he grabs it with care and takes it in. This was a softer smile than you usually see on him and when he turned to look at you you swear his eyes had a brighter twinkle.

“Thank you, really. I was serious, you didn’t have to get me anything,” he grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m gonna treasure whatever is in this box.”

“See what’s inside first,” you give his hand a squeeze of your own before dropping it so he has both hands free.

He chuckles and begins to untie the ribbon of the box. “Dang,” he lifts the box up closer to the car light above him, “This is a nice box. This is present enough.” Back to his teasing self.

“Open it,” you laugh.

“Okay, okay, but I’m serious. I’m keeping this box. it’s fantastic.” He lifts the lid and after of beat of silence of him processing what he sees he lets out a deep laugh at the rock sitting in the box. “A rock?” He laughs again before looking at you, “I love it.” He lifts it to get a closer look, reading aloud the tiny letters you carefully (stressfully) wrote on one side of the rock.

Happy Birthday Tetsu ♡

He traces over the date and your name you also wrote. He rolls the rock in his hand, tossing it a couple times. “This is like the perfect shape too. You know what, I’m putting this on my desk, that way I can look at it everyday.” He smiles at it once more before reaches over and gives you a big warm hug, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you giggle before bringing his attention back to the box, “there’s more - just a little something.”

He lifts the piece of paper you used to separate the two parts of your gift.

“Socks!” He takes them out and looks at the design on both pairs. “Aw I love them! Hey these are great quality, they’re thick. Look at this one with the little aliens. And this one,” he lifts the other pair, “Is your aesthetic to a T.”

“That’s what I said!” you exclaimed in excitement.

He laughed at the outburst. “Then clearly,” he put each pair on either side of his face, “We’re the perfect pair.”

And maybe it was how he appreciated the small things. Maybe it was how his jokes, though corny, always made you smile. For reasons, emotions, beyond you, you decide then that yes - he’s the one.

hi!! given it’s been almost 2 years since i’ve written anything here i will no longer being doing taglists. ty for reading thooo <3

[cobwebbedcat]

Satiated

MINORS DNI

Warnings: top soft dom amab reader, bottom virgin Bubba Sawyer, strangers to lovers, attempt at a southern accent 😶, heavy usage of pet names, loss of virginity, multiple orgasms, barebacking. Happy Halloween 🎃

Having your friends abandon you in a bar on Halloween is not your idea of a fun time. 

You’d much rather be in front of a TV, alone, watching a horror movie and stuffing yourself full of candy. You’re two seconds away from giving up on tonight and doing just that, when a large man at the bar catches your eye and stops you in your tracks. 

He’s sitting, drinking some fruity cocktail, playing with his hands. You’d think he was nervous, but he seems content as he sways slightly, sipping from his drink. He’s wearing a yellow apron covered in blood and what looks like a mask of skin sewn together. It’s a frightening but unique costume. Clearly, you think as you make your way to him, he’s talented and creative if this is what he comes up with as a Halloween costume.  

“Howdy darlin’,” you drawl as you sit next to him. The man looks at you, then looks behind himself, as if he can’t believe you’re talking to him. When he looks back at you, realizing that yes, you are actually talking to him, he’s grinning.  

“I like your costume,” you tell him honestly, and smile when he giggles and plays with his black curly hair. “What’re you doing here all on your lonesome?” The man hums softly at your question, squirming in his seat. You’d been intrigued by the man when you’d first seen him, but now that you’re talking to him a bit you think he’s really cute.  

“Did you come with someone? Did they leave you here?” you ask gently. He nods, his mood souring. “Aw you poor thing,” you coo, and then push your luck by asking, “was it your sweetheart that left you here?” he shakes his head again, scrunching his face up in disgust, and you breathe a sigh of relief.  

“Well cutie, I’m glad to hear I still got a chance with you,” you flirt, and the man squeals, covering his masked face with his palms.  

“Now what’s your name, sweet thing?” you ask, leaning in closer. The man babbles incoherently, or maybe it’s just the loud music from the bar muffling his voice. Quickly noticing that you can’t understand him, the man snatches a paper towel on the bar, and pulls a pen out of seemingly nowhere, so he can write “Bubba.” 

“Bubba?” he nods as you read aloud his name, squealing and rocking in his chair. You grin, taking a chance and setting your hand on his big thigh, “Bubba sweetheart, do you wanna come home with me?” he’s nodding before you can even finish your sentence, and you laugh. Taking his large hand in yours, you stand from the stool, and begin to lead him out of the bar. 

During the ride to your place you learn that Bubba is not so good with words. That’s not to say that he’s quiet. In fact he babbles, chitters, and squeals every couple of minutes. You figure, with the way that his hands gesture and motion with intent, that he’s fluent in sign language. You curse yourself for not knowing more than “please,” and “thank you.” 

As you lead him through your house, Bubba oohs and ahhs, getting distracted at your decor. He gets surprisingly bashful when you reach the bedroom.  

“Hey,” you reach out to hold his hand comfortingly, “I’ll be honest Bubba, I brought you back ‘cause I think you’re mighty cute,” he squeals, and you grin, “but if you’re nervous, we don’t have’ta do nothin’, ‘kay? We could just watch a movie n’ go to bed, or I can drive you back to your home,” Bubba pales when you mention going back to his house. He shakes his head, moving into your space. He scrunches his eyes shut, and puckers his lips.  

You let out a soft laugh, and wrap one arm around his waist, then cup his face with your other. When you lean in to kiss him gently, Bubba smiles, wrapping his arms around you.  

“I take it,” you start after pulling away, “that means you wanna have some fun, yeah?” he nods his head so fast you worry about his neck.  

“Alright, you’ll tell me if I go too far, or make you feel uncomfortable, won’t you?" He nods at your words, holding out his pinky to solidify the promise. You interlock his pinky with yours, then lean in to kiss him again. It soon becomes abundantly clear that Bubba does not get much action. As you guide him through it, you wonder how long it’s been since he’s been kissed– if he’s been kissed before you picked him up.  

The mask presses against your face, and it’s unsettling to say the least. You’re trying very hard to ignore the fact that it feels like human skin.  

He bites your lip hard and you pull back with a curse, “ouch,” you touch your lip, and Bubba whines, trying to kiss you again. “Hold on now, just hold on,” he pauses at your words, signing “please” and pouting. “Just a second darlin’, I think you’ll like this,” walking backwards, taking Bubba with you, you don’t stop until the backs of your knees hit the bed.  

Sitting down, you haul Bubba into your lap. He lets out a hiccupping giggle, making himself comfortable, holding onto your shoulders to steady himself. “Now open your mouth for me,” he does as he’s told, giving you a confused look. Taking his masked face into your hands, you lean in and press your tongue into his mouth. Bubba moans and melts at the action, staying pliant and letting you run the tip of your tongue along the roof of his soft mouth.  

Within a few seconds you feel Bubba’s hard cock pressing against you. He’s not shy about it, rutting his hips immediately, trying to seek pleasure. Your assumption that it’s either never happened, or been a long time since Bubba’s been with someone, gets more certain with each passing moment.  

He’s so new to it all, that he forgets to breathe, and pulls away from your deep kiss with a sharp inhale. You laugh, letting your hands wander. As Bubba catches his breath you tug on the ties of his apron, letting it fall to your floor and leaving him in his white button up and slacks. His red tie is next to go as you tug on it and lift it over his head.  

Before you’re able to strip him further, Bubba leans in for another kiss. You stop him, pressing your fingers against his spit glossed lips,  

“Aw, I love that you wanna kiss more, sugar,” you tug on his top button with one hand, “but don’t you want me to give this,” with the other hand you rub his bulge with your thumb, “some attention?” Bubba babbles wildly, jerking his hips into your touch, tugging on your shirt roughly.  

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you hum, now using both hands to unbutton his shirt, revealing his hairy chest and fat belly. Saliva pools in your mouth at the sight of him. You want to eat him up.  

“Oh look at you,” you moan, cupping one of his tits in your hands and giving it a good squeeze. Bubba nearly thrashes in your lap, letting out a loud, high squeal. You pinch one of his soft, pink nipples, and tug it gently. He ruts his cock against you, picking up the pace as you grope his full chest.  

Bubba arches his chest, babbling incoherently, clinging to you tightly. You massage his chest, squeezing roughly and just like that he lets out a choked moan, knocking his head back as he cums. You work him through it the best you can, a little shocked and very turned on. 

“Wow,” you breathe once he’s ridden it out, and slumped against you, “Bubba- darlin’ that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Bubba groans, leaning in to suck at the flesh where your shoulder and neck meet.  

“Um, are you good to keep goin’, or are you finished?” you ask carefully, feeling your own cock straining against your pants. Bubba nips at your skin lightly, and then pulls back, licking his lips. He says something you don’t catch, but the pawing at your pants gets his point across well enough. 

“Ok sugar, let’s getcha outta these pants, huh?” You help him stand on shaky legs, and watch as he peels his cum stained and sweat soaked pants off. Then he tugs very roughly on your clothing, his tiny cock excited again, already half chubbed between his legs.  

“I hear ya, I hear ya,” you laugh, stripping yourself of your costume. Bubba moans, grabbing your cock roughly, “woah! Hey now, careful,” he loosens his grip, “I’ll let you touch my cock all you want sweetheart, but let's get back on the bed first, yeah?” He nods, scrambling on the bed and laying on his back. Your mouth waters as he presents himself for you, holding his thighs and spreading his legs wide for you. 

Settling down in front of him, you take his belly into your hands, giving him a loving squish. “Want me to fuck you, baby?” your voice is deep and rough with want, saliva coating your tongue with how badly you want to taste him. Bubba nods, his little cock bobbing between his legs. “Y’ever been fucked before, Bubba?” he pauses at this, avoiding eye contact. “Shit,” you huff, because yeah, of course he’s a virgin. Your cock leaks pre at the thought of being the first one to fuck him. “You sure you want me then? We don’t haveta-” he squeals loudly, shaking his head furiously, and signing please over and over again.  

“Okay, okay, but I’m gonna take it real slow for you,” you huff softly, dizzy with lust. Bubba coos, babbling happily. “I oughta light a candle, make it romantic,” you hum, teasing just a bit. Bubba falls into a fit of giggles, grabbing the back of your head roughly to mash your lips against his.  

You let him kiss you for a moment, before pulling back to lean over and grab the lube that’s sitting atop your bedside table. “I’m gonna open you up,” your words are met with a moan from the man beneath you.  

“Y’ever touched yourself here?” you ask softly. Bubba nods, smiling happily. You imagine what he must look like, stretching himself open with his fat fingers, and let out a shuddering breath. “’Kay that’s good, y’know to relax for me,” he nods at you again, and you can’t help to lean down and press a gentle kiss to his lips. When you pull away he’s staring at you like you’re the greatest thing since sliced bread. 

The bottle pops open with a snap, and you wet your fingers, letting the lube warm as you press a kisses between his pectorals. If you were to lay your head against his chest, you’d hear the erratic beat of his heart, pounding against his skin like it wants to push out of the ribcage and into your hands.  

After a moment, you press the pads of your fingers against his hole gently. Your first finger goes in easily, and Bubba makes a face as you wiggle it around.  

��Ha, I know, it’s weird at first,” you recall your first time, and second, and third time trying anal, and how you wish you’d known what you do now back then. Patiently, you let him adjust to the intrusion of your finger, your cock throbbing as you feel him twitch and clench around you.  

Once it seems like he’s ready for more you curl your finger in a “come here” motion, Bubba jolts and gasps. “That’s better, ain’t it?” you hum. Bubba nods and wiggles his hips around to try to get you to touch his g-spot again.  

Instead of indulging him, you decide now is a good time to press in another finger. Bubba whines at the stretch, clenching around you like a vice. “Hey, hey,” he grunts, looking down at you, “I need you to relax darlin’,” you coo, rubbing his belly comfortingly with your other hand. It takes him a moment, but he does eventually loosen around you, so you’re able to scissor and fuck your fingers into him gently. “Good boy, takin' it so well” you hum softly, and Bubba keens, blushing at the praise.  

"Gonna take my cock so well, ain't ya," you hum, heaping on praise to keep him distracted. "Feel so good round my fingers, know that fuckin' you's gonna feel so good baby," Bubba wails, squirming under you. Even though your words are heavy handed, you're not being dishonest. You lick your lips imagining how he'll feel around you.

It takes a while for him to loosen up, but with the help of his g-spot, and your comforting words, he eventually gets used to the intrusion. When you add a third finger you have to go through a similar routine, but he adjusts much faster.  

“You ready for my cock, princess?” you groan, sweating with how worked up you are, watching him come undone around your fingers. Bubba wails, signing a lot of stuff you don't catch and fluttering around you. He wants you bad. “Mhmm, good, ‘cause I don’t think I can wait much longer,” you confess. Your dick hurts at this point, and you’re just dying to have your length settled nicely inside him.  

Ever so slowly, you ease your fingers out of his stretched hole. The lube nearly slips out of your hands as you start to slather your cock with it.  

Your hands are still sticky with lube, but Bubba doesn’t seem to mind when you steady yourself by holding onto his thighs. He works his strong hands into the sheets beneath him, watching intently as you line up the head of your cock with his slick, stretched hole. With one hand you hold your cock in place, and the other holds Bubba’s legs open. 

“Fuck,” you let out a deep groan as you press the tip of your cock into his stretched entrance.  

Bubba squeals, curling a leg around your waist and pulling your hips forward. “Fuuck,” you groan again, canting your hips forward into his hot, tight, sticky hole. He feels so soft around you. You’re out of breath by the time you bottom out inside of him.  

If Bubba’s uncomfortable with the size of your length filling him up, he doesn’t show it. He looks drunk on pleasure, sinking into the bed beneath him, his cock leaking pre onto his skin.  

Using every ounce of energy to not fuck your hips up into him, you pant heavily. “Can I move darlin’?” you ask after a couple of minutes through gritted teeth. Bubba squeals, nodding his head and squirming around under you. Holding his legs steady and open by the meat of his thighs, you slowly thrust your hips forward.  

Bubba cums, just like that. His cock twitches then squirts cum onto his belly, his hole tightening around you. “God damn,” you whisper softly, in utter awe of the sight under you. Feeling out of breath, you rock your hips gently into him, fucking him through his abrupt, second orgasm. wondering briefly if this might be the death of you.  

Bubba’s chest rises and falls as he takes in deep breaths post-orgasm. Before you can even ask if he wants to continue, Bubba is wrapping his strong, long legs around your waist keeping you nestled inside, signing please, please, over and over again.  

Drunk on lust, you don’t hesitate, slowly fucking up into him. “I gotcha baby,” you coo, “god almighty you looked so fuckin’ good cummin’ on my cock,” you groan, keeping your pace gentle and steady.  

“I’m not hah gonna last long darlin’,” just watching him cum, and feeling him squeeze around your aching cock has you on the edge of an orgasm, “just hold on a lil’ longer precious, fuck, can I go faster?” 

Bubba nods, his eyes bright and wild, staring you down from behind his mask. With his permission you immediately pick up the pace, losing all composure and control, chasing your orgasm with reckless abandon. Broken moans, gasps, and wreaked groans pouring out of your mouth as you inch closer to climax. 

Your head thumps onto Bubba’s shoulder, “Bubba,” you gasp, your hips snapping roughly against his skin, pressing your fingers so tightly into his skin that there will be bruises tomorrow. His hole twitches and squeezes your length, pulling you over the edge.  

“Fuh— oh,” you huff, attempting a word and feeling it die on your lips as you chase your orgasm with uncoordinated and sloppy thrusts into his hole. Bubba babbles incoherently underneath you, holding you close.  

Slowly your thrusts become shallow and finally your hips still, staying seated within him for a solid minute, before you gently ease yourself out of him. Cum leaks from his hole, and you let out an appreciative hum at the sight of it.  

Bubba makes grabby hands for you, letting out a pleased squeal.  

You plop down next to him on the bed, turning to look at him, slinging an arm loosely around his waist. You’re about to ask him how it was for him, but a sudden realization stops you. 

“The chainsaw murderer!” you cry, “that’s who you’re dressed up as.” Bubba squints at you, like he’s trying to figure out a puzzle of some sort. The many events of the night add up suddenly. “Oh. You’re not dressed up, are ya?” you regret asking immediately after you say it.  

Bubba shakes his head, and you go through a brief roller-coaster of emotions. “Hm," you're trying really hard to think things through, but you can't shake how sweet he's been to you. The orgasm you just experienced doesn't help you think any clearer. "If you wanna stay here, I'd like to put that pretty mouth of yours to good use," is what you end up saying, because really all you can think about. Maybe he'll let you take off his mask before he gets his face anywhere near your cock.

Bubba lets out a happy trill and nods, clinging to you, then nuzzling his masked face into your chest. He may be a killer maniac, but your rose-tinted glasses, and post-orgasmic haze, make that red flag look just fine. 

[clementineknowsbest]

there is nothing stronger than the bond between a girl and her favorite slasher boyfriend