#no matter the fixation bubba will always be my man

[absinthe-and-tea]

Hii, you wrote slashers and s/o with big boobs, but what about the opposite? S/o with small boobs who is insecure about that and feels less like a woman?

Btw I love your writing and your headcanons. They make my day ♥

I myself have pretty tiny boobs soooo- also I got this request twice kinda so I hope you guys dont mind me putting them into one ❤ Also super happy you like my stuff!!

P.S. I got half way through this and had to start over cause Tumblr deleted my progress 🙃

Slasher HCs || S/O W/ Small Breasts

Warnings: N//SFW

Jason Voorhees

He loves you no matter what. Honestly he loves how small they are. They easily fit in his hands, making it easier to touch all of you in a shorter amount of time.

If he sees you're down about them, he'll wrap his arms around your waist and pick you up gently. He'll then proceed to cover them in kisses.

He can't speak so he often uses his hands or mouth to praise them in other ways.

Loves running his thumb over your nipple to watch the small bud harden from his touch.

When you're intimate with him he makes sure to give them lots of attention. He prefers using his hands, loving how soft they are.

He's always loved them so he'll always continue to touch them and whatnot.

Michael Myers

He's fairly indifferent about them. He prefers was anyways.

Doesn't really compliment them or pay much attention to them the first time you two are intimate.

He doesn't notice how you feel for a while but when he finds you criticizing them though, it's fair game.

Will start coming up behind you, running his hands up your sides and to your breasts to engulf them in his large hands and gently squeeze.

He loves messing with them, that includes lightly pinching them. But he loves using his mouth on the more. Beware, he will nip and bite just hard enough to get a reaction from you.

Even after he's convinced you they are perfect, he'll continue touching them abd whatnot cause he'll have realized how much he likes them on you.

Brahms Heelshire

He's a manchild. And it shows. He definitely prefers bigger but he's alright with small breasts too.

100% has an oral fixation. Meaning he'll suck on them a lot. Whether he's partially laying on your lap or if you're on his lap stradling him, he's gonna have his mouth on them.

He'll say something about wishing they were bigger, not thinking about how it would make you feel.

If you start wearing sweaters more often or staring into mirrors longer, silently judging yourself, he'll start to take notice.

He'll start to grope them more and give them more attention while whispering how much he loves them.

He's an ass sometimes. But he loves you and your body. He'll make sure you know it too.

The Other

He's not home often and when he is, he spends a lot of time with his daughter but the moment its just you two, he's immediately walking towards you like a predator stalking it's prey.

He doesn't care about your boob size at all or if you have a nice ads. He just loves you.

When you cuddle, he'll always have a hand under your shirt. Either resting on your tummy or one of your breasts. Usually the latter.

If he sees how much you resent them, he'll show his love for them and your vidy in general by getting you lingerie.

The moment he sees you in it, you're getting thrown on the bed and getting the best night of your life.

Prepare to always be worshipped.

Vincent Sinclair

He loves them. No matter what, you are his muse. His inspiration.

He loves putting his hands on your sides and gently running his thumbs underneath them, against your ribs. Almost like he's sculpting a masterpiece.

He adores that they are small because he can pull your body even closer to his. He loves feeling all of you.

He prefers using his hands on them but he will gladly suckle on them as well. He's a bit shy though so you'll have to tell him you want it.

Absolutely hates that you feel badly about habing small boobs. So, he'll make countless sculptures, paintings, and drawings of you. He'll have so many things of just you that it feels as though he knows your body better than yourself.

Bo Sinclair

Another ass man but a nice set tits is great too. And that includes yours.

He enjoys them. How soft they are especially. His hands are very rough from doing mechanic work on the side so he enjoys the difference in softness.

If you say anything bad about them or judge them, he'll sit you on his lap and suckle them until you're writhing on top of him from sensitivity.

Not afraid to grope you in front of others or slide his hand under your shirt. Your his and he'll make that known real quick.

Loves to leave bitemarks and bruises on them to show you how much he likes them and how much he fully claims them and you.

Lester Sinclair

He likes boobs in general. Small or not. He just really likes the soft mounds.

Loves the feeling of your soft, squishy flesh under his hands and your hardened nipple brushing against his palm.

Gets super wide-eyed and excited if you wear lingerie that lets your breasts hang out. He'll sit there in awe until you get on his lap.

The moment you're on him, he's on you. Licking and nipping them softly, his hands gently groping and squeezing.

His heaven is either his head between your legs or against your breasts so expect him in either place at least once a night.

Solomon Goode

He worships every bit of you. You are his love after all and he would do anything to make you happy.

He enjoys the fact he can hold you close to his chest without large breasts in the way.

Enjoys teasing you every so often when in passing or not busy with work around the house or garden.

Seeing you topless makes his throat go dry and he begins hesitantly walking to you. You'll have to give him the okay to touch you but once you do, his mouth is attached to one of your nipples. His hand moving to rub the other.

He loves your softness and the smell of flowers that seems to surround you without your knowing. Being so close to you and tasting you is intoxicating to him.

Will always compliment them when he gets a good view. He'll never let you feel down about yourself. And if someone does something to make you feel that way, oops. Where'd they go?

Harry Warden

He's so happy anytime he can touch them. For a while though he won't take his gloves off, afraid you'll find him repulsive.

Though once he does and he feels the soft flesh for the first time, he'll never want to let go.

He loves the small mounds almost as much as he hates Valentine's Day. Between the softness of your flesh and the way your nipples harden at his touch, he's completely addicted to them.

Enjoys covering them in kisses while he praises you and compliments you. You're his precious lover after all.

Expect him to compliment them every time he sees you once he realizes you think they aren't perfect. They are gorgeous. Just like you.

Bubba Sawyer

Absolutely loves them. He couldn't even mildly dislike anything about you. You're perfect in his eyes. He'll even make you sundresses that show them off perfectly.

Though be careful when wearing said sundress because he'll get distracted by you really quick, causing him to forget about his work.

When laying in bed he'll always have a hand on one of your breasts subconsciously. Not even on purpose most times, he just wants to hold you.

Definitely another with an oral fixation. He enjoys gently playing with your hardened nipples with his tongue when in a more intimate moment.

Won't publicly do anything like groping because he's a good boy but will attempt to compliment you. You'll know what he's trying to say when he does.

Thomas Hewitt

Very handsy with you once your relationship starts to take off. Your breasts being something that fascinates him despite the size.

When you two are cuddled up in bed he will lightly run his fingertips over them to watch the goosebumps form and your nipples harden.

His favorite thing to do is grab your sides and use his thumbs to rub the little nubs. His eyes will wonder from your breasts to your face, wanting to catch the faces you make.

After a while he'll attach his mouth to one, his eyes never leaving your face. He adores how much pleasure he can give you from something so small.

His opinion when you bring up how you feel about them is "Good things come in small packages."

Eddie Gluskin

Well you already have a one up on his exes. They didn't even have anything at all. Barely even mosquito bites.

He'll run his fingertips over the mounds, lightly pressing down to see the small squish it makes.

You're his perfect bride. His Darling. So different from the whores he was with before. Your body is something else to him.

The mounds may be small but boy does he praise them and cover them in affection.

If you ask, he'd be happy to add an modifications to your wedding dress to make you feel better about them.

Though he'll need to do a lot of... Researching... To make sure he gets the measurements right.

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[shes-ghostface]

May I request Yandere bubs with a very sweet fem reader who isn't afraid of him despite the fact that he's a killer?

Of course! I’m gonna write it as though you’re in the dead by daylight realm if that’s okay? Just makes it a little easier to go with my idea! 🤍 (slight gore warning)

Bubba x female reader

As you looked around, all you could see was a green hue reflecting off of everything around you. The cubed up car parts confirmed that you were at Autohaven Wreckers. You looked around, trying to spot any other survivors that were in this trial with you, nothing. You couldn’t see signs of anyone around you yet, so you headed to the main part of the area, which was the garage with the rundown truck inside of it. You knew that would be the quickest place to find at least one of the others.

As you neared the creaky metal building, you looked through one of the open windows to see if you could see anyone inside. No one, just the truck and a generator. You sighed, “Guess I should start working on this, hopefully one of the others will hear and come help at some point.” You said to yourself as you knelt to start repairing the generator.

The noise of the generator was getting louder by the second as the pistons started coming to life, but another sound overtook it. The revving of a chainsaw could be heard in the distance, you looked over your shoulder through the window behind you to see if you could see anything of what was happening and which killer it was, but all you got instead was the sound of Nea’s scream. She was downed, because of this you knew the killer could one shot. Nea’s scream vibrated the building as she got placed on the hook, she wasn’t too far from you but the generator you were working on was at least 90% done so you just stuck it out to complete it.

As the generator was about to pop all you heard from behind you was the extremely loud revving of the killers chainsaw, which of course startled you and made you blow the gen as you spun around and fell back in a panic. You looked up and seen him, he was huge. At least 6’8, he towered over you. He was also very broad and you knew by the sheer size of the chainsaw and mallet he carried around he was ridiculously strong. You had heard the other survivors describe him before, talking about how brutal he is and how fast he can be even though he’s one of the larger killers. You remembered them referring to him as ‘Bubba’.

Oddly, you didn’t feel like you had to run from him. Even though he was still revving his chainsaw and making loud babble like noises, when you looked up at him, you were taken aback. You expected to see a terrifying killer looking back at you but instead, you seen a slight glimmer of innocence in those dark eyes of his.

You had gotten that lost in his dark, unique orbs that you didn’t even realise he had stopped revving his chainsaw, he was just looking down at you slightly tilting his head. He was confused, why weren’t you running from him like everyone else does? Bubba doesn’t have a lot of confidence because of the way his family was, he always feels like he shouldn’t show his face and if he did no one would like it. So this was a shock for him, seeing that someone as pretty as you didn’t want to get away from him.

You seen a smile start to form on what little you could see of his real face, he began to make some slight babble noises, you could tell they were due to excitement. He dropped his chainsaw and mallet to the floor and came towards you abruptly, grabbing your left hand and pulling you off of the floor. Not realising his strength, you nearly fell straight onto your face as he tugged your arm, lunging you forward in one pull.

Luckily, his other hand was already on your right shoulder to stop you from falling fully, which allowed you to stabilise yourself and straighten up. His hand was still on your left wrist. As you looked to where his hand was, then back up at him, he pulled his hand away and brought both hands to his chest and started to fidget. “Hey, it’s okay. I just wasn’t expecting you to yank me so far.” You told him, laughing. He stared at your for a few seconds before lowering his hands and grabbing your hand again, he was tracing his fingers across every inch of it. He was fixated. Your hands were so small, so soft. The complete opposite of his. Bringing him out of his fixation, you asked “Can you speak?” To which he looked to you and shook his head. “Oh, but you can still understand me then?” You asked eagerly. He nodded. This was a relief, at least you know he can answer you with yes and no’s.

“So, do you have many interactions with anyone in the realm?” You asked him, to which he shook his head. “Not even the other killers?” When you asked this, he stopped tracing his fingers across your hand and looked to the floor. He slowly shook his head, you could see the sadness in him. He was clearly lonely and didn’t get any positive company. “I’m sorry, I could keep you company if you-“ before you could even finish your sentence, he suddenly started making the same excited noises as before and engulfed you into a big bear hug. His arms wrapped around your waist perfectly and he lifted you up like you were a feather. You wrapped your arms around his neck for stability, he really didn’t know his own strength because you swear you could feel your organs being slightly crushed. You let out a pained gasp, to which he quickly released his tight grip on you and gently placed you back down. He started frantically running his hands over your chest and stomach to see if he had hurt you, turning you around to also check your upper and lower back. To which you laughed, “I’m fine, don’t worry silly. You just hugged me a little tight is all.” He spun you back around to face him, tracing your cheek with his extremely large hand. “You really are a big softie aren’t you?” He pressed his forehead against yours as you said this, you swore you seen tears starting to fill his eyes.

Before you could say anything, you were both startled by the sound of the exit gates powering up, you must have been that distracted by one another that you didn’t realise how much time had went by. Bubba grabbed both your hands tightly, shaking his head no. He didn’t want you to leave, and you didn’t want to leave him either, but the entity forbids killers and survivors staying together for too long once the exit gates are opened and you both knew it. The countdown hadn’t started yet, so at least you had some more time with him. “Hey, it’s okay. I won’t leave you, I’ll stay as long as the entity lets me, I promise.” You told him, you felt his grip on both your hands loosen and he brought you into another hug. This time he was more gentle, allowing you to wrap your arms around him as far as you could, his body was twice the size of yours and your head only went up to just below his chest. The size difference between the two of you was insane, but instead of making you feel scared, you felt safe.

Bubba looked down at you, knowing you wouldn’t be here for much longer. It saddened him, he didn’t want to let you go. He hadn’t known you for long, but that didn’t matter to him, you were his little angel. You were the only person in this place that gave him the time of day and was actually nice to him. This made him possessive of you instantly, he didn’t want anyone else to have you or your attention. He only had you for a little while, and now you are all he wants. If anyone else tries to take you from him he will kill them. And if anyone hurt you, they’d suffer more than death. He’d make sure of that. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone before, he was confused and so many emotions were running through his mind at once. He only snapped out of his thoughts when you pulled away from the embrace and brought your hand up to touch the skin that covered his real face, he melted. He was putty in your hands, your touch was heaven to him and he couldn’t get enough.

“Bubs, I’m gonna have to get to an exit gate.” You told him softly. When he heard his name come out of your mouth he blushed furiously, you couldn’t see it but he could certainly feel it. No one has ever made him blush before, the heat enveloping every inch of his cheeks made him bring his hands up to the skin covering his face, patting his cheeks to try cool them down. You didn’t know what he was doing at first but then he pointed to his cheeks, motioning for you to touch them. You laughed, bringing both your hands to cup his face, you felt the heat radiating underneath them. That’s when you realised he was blushing, which brought a smile to your face. How could a man so innocent be put in a place like this? And why do the other survivors describe him as being so scary?

You place your hands on both of his large forearms, looking up into his dark eyes once again, trying to resist getting engrossed in them. “I’ll come see you at the river between the survivor and killer campsites whenever I can, I promise.” You told him with a soft smile across your lips, to which he let out one of his big shrieks, nodding profusely. You giggled, “Alright, you gonna walk me to the exit gates?” To which he gave a nod, heading to where he left his weapons. You noticed he hadn’t killed any of your friends yet, they were all probably waiting at the exit gates to see if you were okay.

As Bubba was getting his weapons, you walked out of the garage, as you turned the corner you bumped into Felix. You hadn’t seen him the whole trial, so of course he was excited to see you, he grabbed both your shoulders and asked “Where have you been this whole time, doll? We missed you, even though we didn’t really need the extra manpower considering the killer bailed once Nea got hooked.” You laughed, “Yeah I’ve been in the garage the whole time, I was with Bubba. He’s actually really sweet, I don’t know why you guys say he’s so brutal.” You replied, not noticing the whole time that Bubba was listening from behind the wall of the garage.

Bubba was furious, all he could think was, who is this guy talking to you? How dare he, you’re his not this blonde idiots. And who is he calling ‘doll’? No one can call you pet names, you’re Bubba’s angel and his only. As he looked out of the window, not only did he see Felix looking at you, he saw his hands on your shoulders while smiling and laughing with you.

Bubba was experiencing something he had never felt, he was jealous. He started to go into what some call, a tantrum. First this guy calls you a pet name, tells you he’s missed you, and now he’s touching you? This ends now. No one but Bubba can touch you.

Felix looks at you with a frown, “Wait, you think that giant maniac is sweet? He’s unhinged, he has no remorse. You need to stay away from him, he’s unpredictable.” He says to you. You look back at him with distain, “He isn’t a mania-“ before you could finish your sentence to tell Felix just how wrong he was, Bubba came around the corner revving his chainsaw at full throttle. You turned to face him, and just by the way he was moving, you could tell he was stricken with rage. You turned back to Felix and seen the terror on his face as he turned to sprint away, Bubba gently barged you out of the way so that you didn’t get hurt. Soon as he knew you were out of harms way, he started swinging his chainsaw relentlessly, screaming furiously as he swung, it didn’t take long for him to down Felix. You watched from the spot Bubba pushed you to, to get you out of the way.

You looked at Bubba, his eyes were even darker than before, they were pure black. This is when you knew, no matter what you said or did, it wouldn’t be enough to stop him from doing what he was planning to do to Felix.

Bubba wasn’t picking Felix up to take him to a hook. No, he wanted to kill him outright. You couldn’t believe how this sweet and gentle man could turn so rough and sinister so fast. But this didn’t bother you at all, if anything it made you even more attracted to him. Because you knew for a fact, this is all because he is jealous. This made your breath hitch, and a slight blush came over your cheeks. All you could see was Bubba’s huge frame towering over Felix’s helpless body, he grabbed Felix by his collar and yanked him up to bring him to eye level. He stared at him for a few seconds, before throwing him to the floor with force. You’re sure you heard some of Felix’s bones breaking from the impact.

Skull cracking, ear piercing screams, metal shredding through flesh, Bubba roaring with joy and satisfaction, was all you could hear. Bubba had crushed one side of Felix’s skull with one swing of his mallet, following it up by impaling him with his chainsaw and shredding him in half, all the way from his stomach to his brain. There was blood everywhere, you felt numerous droplets sprinkle across your face. You couldn’t believe what you just witnessed 10 feet away from you, if it was any other killer you would be absolutely horrified. But with Bubs, you felt like it was justified. Felix did this to himself, he shouldn’t have disrespected Bubba like that.

As you were lost in thought, all you seen edging closer to you was the huge frame of the man who just brutalised your friend. You looked up, his dark eyes meeting yours, causing you to gasp from his intensity. He grabbed your hand, lifting you up to check you over. He seen blood on you and thought the worst, did you get hurt in his rage? He traced his thumb along your cheek, across the specks of blood scattered across it, making a large red streak from your cheekbone to your jaw. You lifted your hand up to his, stroking it with your thumb. “I’m okay, you didn’t scare or hurt me. I understand why you did it.” You told him. He looked at you, slightly leaning back, tilting his head. He couldn’t believe you were this calm about what you just saw, everyone else would judge him and be terrified of him. But not you, you stayed there, accepting him for who he was. You made him feel more confident and happy in himself than he ever has in his whole life. He showed this by doing some more of his loud excitable shrieks, and then he leaned down to your face, giving you a sloppy peck on the cheek, right on the streak of blood he made with his thumb. You couldn’t resist it anymore, you got on your tiptoes and gave him a peck on his lips that were protruding out of the hole in his self made mask. Of course this set Bubba’s cheeks ablaze once more, he couldn’t believe you wanted to kiss him. He got so giddy that he covered his face with his hands, trying to avoid showing you how shy he was. You couldn’t help but laugh at how adorable he was, he literally switched from a ruthless murderer to an innocent, bashful man in a heartbeat.

Once Bubba had stopped blushing, he approached you once more, lifting you up in his big arms and twirling you around in a tight embrace, roaring with joy. You didn’t want this moment to end, you were both so happy and carefree. It was just you two, alone. Your two other teammates had left, which is why it saddened you when you noticed the entities countdown was almost over. Bubba carried you in his arms bridal style to the exit gate, he wanted you close to him for as long as possible, so that he knew that you were safe.

As you reached the gate, you looked at each other as Bubba lowered you to the ground, your gazes not leaving one another. “I’ll miss you Bubs, but I promise I’ll come see you as soon as I can.” You told him, in hopes to make him feel better about the goodbye. He nodded, while leaning down, pointing to his lips, asking for one last kiss. Of course, you laughed and obliged instantly, giving him a peck. As you pulled away, he placed his hand on the small of your back and pulled you back towards him, to which he planted a strong but tender kiss on your soft lips, causing fire to spread throughout your body. When his lips left yours, all you could feel was a tingling sensation on both your lips. “Uh, I- I, I wasn’t expecting that.” You said, blushing profusely. He noticed the blush and couldn’t help but tease you by pointing and roaring with excitement.

As the entities countdown neared it’s end, you backed away from the big softie, waving goodbye and blowing him a kiss. To which he did a cheering motion and wiggled his entire body to see and hear you laugh one last time.

I’m sorry this one took a while! I’ve never written for Bubba before, so I hope you like it!

Thank you for your ask! 🤍

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[yourloveissmydrug]

Hey I saw that your were open about doing Bubba imagines so I was wondering if you were able to do an imagine where Bubba finds out that his male s/o likes wearing clothes that are typically ment for women. It can NSFW because I like Bubba too much.

Hello human! Of course, I’m doing ANYTHING to do with Bubba or any of the slashers :) gotta give them all love! But I’ve never done a male s/o with Bubba before, I am a big lgbtq supporter (considering I am a pan/demi sexual nonbinary :) ! I just don’t want to disappoint that’s all! :( But with that said… HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOO

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•First I wanna say, all the slashers in my opinion are all attracted and would date any gender ❤️ They don’t have preferences unless cannon otherwise!

You recently have been wearing more feminine clothes and thought it suited your body beautifully, but you were scared of what Bubba would think. You’ve been hiding all of your new feminine clothes away from Bubba so he wouldn’t find out, but in the back of your head you’ve been dying to tell him.

In a way you know Bubba would accept it and wouldn’t find a problem with it because he wears his pretty woman mask. That gave you some type of relief, but still. That deep pit in your stomach made you worried sick. But you knew that the both of you were practically like husband and wife, what’s there to hide?

One day you were dressing up and trying different clothes. Bubba was out working on his daily chores, so you weren’t worried he would barge in and find you like this. You were looking deep in the mirror admiring your beauty. Amazed and dazzled by your feisty and fierce confidence. And also checkin’ that ass of yours to see if it’s poppin. Your ass was truly your best “asset” ;). Bubba also is very fond of your ass, most nights he would squeeze it and give you ass rubs. The outfit you were wearing gave your ass that beautiful lift that showed off all of your curves.

You looked like a hot Texan girl going on a long joy ride out in the Texas summer heat. Booty shorts, and a showy top, with those 6in heels. You had the confidence, and body to rock that outfit. Not to mention, your makeup was on point.

To give you that extra confidence boost you blasted the radio high, and danced your ass off to Madonna like you were a go-go dancer.

As you were distracted by your beauty and in the moment of you feeling you, the door opened, and it was Bubba. He went to go check up on you and make sure you were okay, but instead he found you in women’s clothes dancing to music.

All he could think about is how fucking sexy you were. Those dance moves, woooo. You looked like a damn stripper. Somebody get you a pole, give Bubba some entertainment;) He started to get a lil excited in his pants, something he’s always felt for you but the both of you never got to that point in the relationship to intimacy. This only made Bubba more excited..

He came up behind you and gave you the biggest bear hug. You jumped out of his hug to see him examining every inch of your body. You didn’t know what to say, you were paralyzed in fear. Bubba tilted his head in confusion, he was left puzzled to why you backed away from him.

It was awkward silence. There was only eye contact.. just awkward deep silence..

“I didn’t want you to see me like this..” you said looking down with shame.

Bubba again tilted his head in confusion. He came closer to you. You wanted to push him away, but he kept coming closer. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you in. You saw his face lit up behind that mask, he was licking his lips, and his eyes were so fixated on your body. As you know, Bubba is a VERY touchy person, you would know since he cuddles you every night. You two got so close you could feel his boner.

You pushed him away feeling lost with how you feel. You didn’t know Bubba’s feelings on you wearing women’s clothes.

Bubba’s heart broke as you pushed him away, he felt as he did something wrong. He got on his knees and held on your leg begging for forgiveness.

“Bubba.. are you upset with me?” you question hesitantly.

He shook his head no in a quick response.

“Then how do you feel about me wearing women’s clothes?”

He nodded his head rubbing up against your thigh. He seemed very pleased and enjoyed you wearing more feminine clothes. It brought out your beauty. Tiny little happy murmurs and gibberish came out of Bubba. You could see the big smile on his face.

“Do you like it?”

Bubba shakes his head fiercely to get his point across. He’s deeply excited and happy.

You pet his head in response and wrap your arms around his head. You were relieved that Bubba loved your outfit. He didn’t care one bit. He saw you as the same person as before. He likes it more that you wore more feminine clothes, he does share a passion for women's clothes. Have you seen his pretty woman mask, he rocks it!

Bubba realizes that you were only insecure, and felt he invaded your privacy but he knew that secrets can’t be kept between you two, especially if you both are in a romantic relationship. He felt that nothing should be hidden between you two. For Pete’s sake HE KILLS PEOPLE AND SKINS THEM ALIVE! The closeness that you two have is something that nobody else can EVER have. Bubba felt that you can be open and honest with him about anything and he’ll accept you and still love you the way you are. Nothing will turn Bubba away from you, he loves you for your kind and nurturing heart.

He then picks up and lays you carefully on the bed, not trying to hurt your fragile and lovely body. Even though Bubba is not a top, he is on top now, and ready to take it to the next level with you. He smothers you with kisses and sweet little words of mumbles and nonsense, but you found that very attractive about Bubba. You wrapped your legs around Bubba’s back, Bubba held you close to him and entered his tongue in your mouth. All the kisses and love bites he gave you melted your insecurities away. As it progresses.. you were ready and so was Bubba. You both wanted to be more intimate. It’s been killing Bubba that you haven’t been more intimate with him, but this is your chance.. you can’t hide anything from him now. His love for you grew more ❤️

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AHHHH, I hoped you enjoyed it! I surely did!!! I hope I got the part of where Bubba just doesn’t care how you dress, he will love you no matter what you’ll wear or be. Just love the damn man and he’ll still love you. Personally, I feel Bubba loves feminine clothes and looks because he has his pretty woman mask and overall, a non judgey person. But overall, I hope I delivered what you asked! :)

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Sinatra, Sushi, And Shopping

This writing is not new but I since I just shared a Ol' Blue Eyes  inspired post, I thought that this might pair nicely with it. I know  this not my usual but I do hope it is enjoyable.  

It’s a lazy, hot, humid, summer Saturday.  We have spent most of the morning curled up together in bed.  After a long morning of cuddling, talking about everything and yet nothing, passionate lovemaking, and then enjoying an amazing brunch you prepared for me.  I ask you to get ready; we have a busy day and night in front of us.

We are finally ready to head out it is early afternoon and the heat is just oppressive which made it very easy for you to dress in the shorter than normal skirt I had asked you to wear and while you never complain about not wearing panties when I ask, however today I think you truly are having one less layer on today.

I open the car door for you, you ask where we are going.  I just smile and say “Be a good girl and just focus on following my instructions and doing what you’re asked.  And remember to not say my name but Daddy.”  “Yes, Daddy” and a big smile is your reply.  

We pull away from home; I tell you that while we are driving, I want you to be masturbating until we arrive at our destination but do not cum.  “Yes, Daddy,” you say with your pouting face since I know how much you long to cum since I have been teasing you with both words and touch this morning.

The ride nears its ten-minute mark, your breathing is becoming labored and you are getting close to orgasm.  You moan rather loudly as I told you to “step it up a notch”. I make the left turn into the mall parking lot and you say in between sighs, “People will see ME!”  I just smile and remind you to be good.  I make sure to lap the lot three times just tease you while I pretend to look for a good parking spot.

Finally, I park the car next to a jacked-up, ‘Bubba styled’ pickup truck.  Unfortunately for you, I didn’t notice, and you were trying so hard to edge but not cum that you would not have noticed a fire truck if it went screaming by, that the truck had an occupant in the driver’s seat.  I get the car in park, I watch you continue in front of me, I unbuckle my safety belt.  I reach over and gently grab a handful of your soft, flowing, freshly highlighted hair and turn your head so I can look into your eyes.  I look deeply into your eyes, I tell you very softly, “Cum for me my beautiful pet”.  No sooner had I uttered those words than you begin to shake, and a surprisingly loud combination of moans and one shrike, your body convulses, the pent-up orgasm finally is allowed to flow out of you.  I allow you to catch your breath for a moment before I kiss you. We then make out like a couple of teens trying to get in our fill of passion in the few minutes left before curfew!

I pull away, and you put yourself back together before we head in.  You check and fix your hair and reapply lip gloss.  We are exiting the car, I say “Sorry sweetie, I didn’t realize the sunroof was cracked and you were a little loud.” You half blush, chuckle and at that moment we are both shocked to hear a man’s voice come from the driver’s side of the truck.  The voice, with a hint of a “southern twang”, simply tells you, “Thank you, lady, for letting me see that.  You’re beautiful and your man is a lucky guy.”  Now you blush, stammer like a middle school boy approaching a girl for his first time.  I decided to save you and just jump in by saying “Yes, I am a very lucky man and I hope you enjoyed it.  Have a great day!”

You almost run to my side and I take your hand walking into the mall.  “I can’t believe you parked there, had the sunroof cracked so everyone could hear and HE COULD SEE!”  I just laugh and remind you that I had the A/C on so I forgot the roof and I know you will not believe me but I didn’t see he was there.

We head into the mall and head right for our favorite store to shop.  You have no idea what I am looking for but you quickly figure out it is for you because I lead you to women’s departments. I just hold your hand, leading you around and checking the clothes on various racks.  Finally, I find just what I am seeking!  A wonderful dress that it is formed to highlight your breasts and long enough to make you feel comfy in publicly but short enough that I will be able to easily slid my hand up to caress my beautiful pussy with ease.

I hand you the dress and ask you to try it on.  You protest saying that the dress is just too expensive for something you will not wear that often.  I just look at you and say nothing for what feels like an eternity and can see the look of discomfort on your face; the silence is weighing on you.  I take a quick look around and we have the department to ourselves and the clerk is close but out of earshot.  “Yes it is expensive” and I hold the dress to you and I visualize you in it, I continue talking, “but think I like how you will look in it, however, I want you to feel sexy in it too”.  I ask you to go try it on to make sure it fits but don’t come out of the dressing room with it on, I don’t want to see it on you until we are ready to head out this evening, provided you feel sexy in it.  You return from the fitting room, smiling broadly at me,

“Did it fit?”  

“Yes Daddy, you’ll love it and I felt so sexy in it.  Thank you!”

I take your hand and carry the new dress towards the clerk at the check out counter, but I head to a check out that is not the closest one to us but you don’t say anything assuming I didn’t notice that one.  Instead, I have selected the check out in the shoe department manned by what looks to be a young college-aged man.  We are checking out, he asks if there is anything more we need today (while giving us that, “Open our store’s card today and save an extra 10%” spiel).  I appear to react like the idea just hit me but it was thought out beforehand. “Yes, actually I would like to get her some new shoes to compliment the dress.”  The clerk nods and says he will be over in a moment after he checks out the next customer.  

As we begin to look at the shoes, I whisper in your ear using the ‘this is not negotiable voice’, “Today you cannot remember your shoe size and you will make sure you sit so the young man may admire my pussy.”  Your face turns bright red, but I am so proud!  “Yes Daddy, I will do just as my Daddy asks.”

The clerk arrives and I show him three pairs of shoes we have picked out for you to try on and I ask his opinion.  He recommends two of the three and is refreshingly honest about not liking the pair I liked least.  When he asks me what size to bring, “I’m so sorry.  I just can’t remember my shoe size today.  It must be the heat” you state with a nervous laugh.  He directs you to a chair to sit down so he can measure and I wander off appearing to look at men’s shoes but keeping my line of sight open to you and the clerk.  He kneels in front of you with the little shoe sizing tool and I am proud to see that you make a little show of shifting in the chair and opening your legs as he kneels.  I can see that he is taking just a bit longer than he needs and then is off to get your shoes.  When he returns, he is fumbling a bit with the boxes and makes sure to be kneeling to ‘help you’ into the shoes.  He is very attentive, even helping you out of the shoes when you change pairs.  I wander back as you are looking at the second pair in the mirror.

“Sweetie, which pair do you like best?” I ask.  “I want them both!” you say with your pretty please face looking up at me.  I just give you a look that says ‘not today’ then I hem and haw a few minutes and pretend to not know which I like.  So I finally appear in exasperation, and I turn to the clerk and say “Which pair do you think compliments her um…GREAT LEGS and the new dress?”  The clerk just turns bright red as when I asked my question, implying I knew what his gaze had been fixated on.  He seems embarrassed a bit and recommends the strappy heels.  I agree and we finish checking out.

As we head back out to the car, you tell me that you can not believe how naughty I am being today.  I just smile and say “Just wait until this evening.  I just bought a dress that will make everyone want to watch you wherever we go and I am feeling very, naughty.  So be warned, be nervous, and be prepared for my exhibitionist side this evening…”

The whole drive home you keep peppering me with questions:  What are you going to do?  Where are we going? What do I need to be prepared for?  And in between those questions, statements like:  I’m nervous.  Please tell me what we are doing because I need to KNOW.  With every question, I just smile and tell you not to worry.  

Once we get home, you keep asking and making the same statements over and over.  Finally, I reach the point where I decide to put a stop to it all.  I take a seat on the couch and ask you to come into the room.  “Yes Daddy, what do you need?” you ask.  I ask you to strip to your bra and panties in front of me.  You always have on the sexiest under-things and I know you always feel a bit nervous being nearly nude before me as you, like everyone, have things about your body you do not like.  I command you to slowly turn around so I can gaze upon your beautiful form. Following your slow pirouette, I tell you to stand still.  You quickly stop, and I stand, picking up the necktie that I forgot to hang up after arriving home from work last night.  I gently place the tie over your eyes and tie it just firmly enough to keep it from slipping off and uncovering your eyes.

“Thank you, my love,” I say in reply.  “Tonight, you do not need to worry about what I have planned.  This evening, all you need to do is remember that you are mine.  I may push you, then again I may not.  No matter what is asked of you by me, I know you will reply ‘Yes Daddy’.  So please do not fill your mind with thoughts of nervousness or fear.  Your Daddy will always protect you, push you while keeping you safe and protected as well as love you.  Do you understand all of that?”  

The reply is exactly as I knew it would be.  “Yes Daddy, I know I will do all you ask and I love you more” your sweet voice sings in reply.

I reach out and take your hand guiding your still blindfolded eyes into our bedroom, remove your bra then your silky panties, and lay you softly upon our bed with the sheets all in a mess from our morning spent there.  I position you lying in the middle of the bed, on your back careful to take the time to make sure you are comfortable and then I place restraints on your wrists.  

I sit next to you on the bed and allow my hands to explore and wander your body. Caressing every inch and make sure I touch you everywhere I want and try to not neglect to touch you everywhere even though I am enjoying my play with your breasts.  I make sure to touch you from head to toe while keeping myself from fixating on just your full breasts, however, I do avoid directly touching your pussy.  I love watching you wiggle, gasp, and enjoy my hands.

I deliberately move my hand down to your begin tracing your pussy lips.  I am rewarded with a soft moan and find you are soaked.  I use my fingers to tease and tempt you.  Since I have not restrained your ankles, you are swaying your hips, trying to guide my hand just where you want it to be.  I know what you want.  I know how badly you want me to caress your clit and bring you more pleasure.  I deafly maneuver my fingers to keep that pleasure from your body even though I know you so desperately long to be touched like that.  Finally, I command you to be still!  And every so gently slide my very moist fingertip to your clit and you reward my hand with a long, medium volume moan.  Slowly, I build the pressure and rapidity of my clitoral massage.

Once again your body is wiggling and convulsing with my touch.  I choose not to remind you of my command to stay still because I enjoy your watching your body spasm under my touch.  Soon, I know, you will be asking to enjoy more than my finger and not a moment after I have that thought your voice interrupts your pants, moans, and sighs. It is so much fun for me to hear you try to speak as I apply just a bit more pressure and just how you like it. “Daddy, please take me?” you ask me rather disjointedly.  I remove my hand from your body entirely and answer “No you not yet. I will take you when I want to. All this work has made me hungry for lunch.” I explain.  “Daddy please undo me and I will make whatever you want for lunch” you offer in reply.  

I stand up from the side of the bed and reply to you “No I don’t need to release you from your binding to enjoy the lunch I want today”.  You now feel me lowering myself on to the bed near the foot of the bed.  Quickly you feel my breath being blown across my wet pussy.  I love watching you get good bumps from this.  Slowly and very gently I begin exploring your lips and pussy with my tongue.  I am careful once again to avoid licking your clit directly.  I’m rewarded for my “oversight” by your hips trying to thrust your clitoris to my tongue’s tip.  I decide to no longer toy with you and I begin to aggressively lick you.  Your vocalizations are music to my ears and if the window had been open I am sure it would have been an annoyance to our neighbors! As I lose track of time enjoying your divine taste and feel.

You stammer, “Daddy I’m cllllooosse….please don’t stop”.  I decide to be devilish and enjoy how I have you.  I don’t answer you since I have my mouthful.  It would be rude of me to talk with my mouthful, don’t you agree?  Finally, I have pushed you as far as I dare before you simply can not control your orgasm and it will happen no matter how hard I try to stop minus nibbling your clit.  At this point, I withdraw from between your legs and you feel me leaving the bed.

I return to my seat next to you on the bed and I lean down and kiss you passionately so you can taste your juices on lips and tongue.  I feel so lucky to have found a girl who values and enjoys making out as much as I do.  After, a lengthy period of kissing, I pull away from your kiss and release your wrists from the restraints.  I follow up by untying your blindfold and enjoy seeing you blink rapidly as the bedroom is brightly lit by the afternoon sun.

As your eyes are trying to adjust to sunlight, you tell me “Daddy, I NEED to cum!  God, I need it so badly.  Please Daddy; I will do anything you ask me!”  I just smile and look into your eyes as I answer “I know you need to beautiful, however it still the afternoon.  I promise you shall cum tonight but right now you may not. Besides look at the time, we need to get ready to head out.”

I leave you to get ready ensuring you can have all the time you need to get ready.  I instruct you that I am not to see you dressed in your new dress until it’s time to leave.  This is hard for me, as I love to sit on the counter in the bathroom and chat with you while you go through your process of getting ready.

Finally, after seeming like an eternity, you emerge from the bathroom looking stunning!  The dress fits perfectly, in fact, better than perfect.  I command you to stand still so I can admire you.  I am rewarded by seeing your eyes light up and a broad smile on your face as you know how pleased I am with how you look.  I teasingly suggest if we have a waiter at dinner, he will not look you in the eye and asked what “they want to drink”.  You ask if it shows too much cleavage and I assure you that it does not at all.  

We arrive for dinner and I picked a new sushi restaurant that has had good reviews online.  The interior of the restaurant is amazing with a beautiful Japanese décor complete with very private wooden booths.  We patiently wait to be seated as I said we would wait for one of the booths. As always, the time flies by as we focus on our conversation.  I can not help but think about how lucky I am to have someone so smart and beautiful.  

We are seated in the booth and our waitress comes, introduces herself, and goes through that evening’s specials.  I notice that she has taken several looks at your cleavage.  While we wait for our drinks to arrive, I tease you that she must be jealous of your great breasts.  I always enjoy making you shake your head and smile plus I know my comment makes you feel even sexier.  

I order dinner and we have a wonderful time talking and enjoying sushi. As it so often happens to us, we get caught up in conversation and our dinner has taken forever!  I’m sure the waitress was hoping we would leave so she could get another table.  Throughout dinner, I made it a point to always caress your legs and you are such the good girl that whenever my hand touched the inside of your legs you spread them without being asked.  I know how much you want to feel my touch and finally get that orgasm. However, I refrain from touching your pussy and just gently caress your smooth inner thigh. We finish our dinner and I am careful to tip the waitress appropriately since we were there so long.

Following dinner, I tell you we are off to enjoy some music as well as dancing. I have found what sounds like a small bar that is featuring the music from the ‘Rat Pack’ this evening.  Following the GPS’s directions, we find the smaller bar, and unfortunately, the parking lot is not too busy.

We enter the bar and find it is your typical bar set up.  The bar itself is just a little off-center on the right-hand side as you looked from the back to the front where the dance floor is.   Along the wall on the right-hand side are high backed booths that look to hold at most four people but even for someone like me, at six feet tall, you would not be able to tell if someone was sitting there.  The back left corner of the bar is home to a few coin-operated dart boards and a lone pool table and going forward on the left-hand side are your typical higher standing bar tables and chairs.

There is a smattering of an older crowd in the bar sitting mostly in clusters at the tables on the left-hand side with a couple of couples dancing to the Dean Martin tune.  They seem to be focusing on the music rather than conversing. I direct you to head towards the dance floor, hoping that my intuition would be right.  I was rewarded by the pay off that I was looking for!  The booths forward are empty and I pick the furthest one forward as the speakers are pointed to the back and so it relatively quiet here yet we can still hear the music.

I tell you to sit by me but we need to sit so we are facing the back of the bar so that the bartender can see that we are here.  So hopefully we will not have to go to the bar every time we want a drink.  We are rewarded with prompt service and to my surprise, the bartender/waitress is an attractive woman who is about our age or maybe even a touch older.  She is very social with us and checks on us often without hovering.  A rare find these days!

Since it is an ‘older’ crowd in the bar this evening the place begins to thin out before 10 pm, however, I am expecting that at 10 the music will change over to something modern and a younger crowd will stroll in.  Without so many prying eyes, I discreetly slide my hand under and up your dress as I kiss you.  I find that your pussy is incredibly wet which tells me you have been waiting for my touch!  This time I am easy and kind to you.  I quickly apply the pressure and caress that you love and this has you dripping wet. This time when as you moan softly, I ask you to not be quiet because between the music and the distance between people I doubt anyone will notice.  We continue to kiss passionately and I still am touching with my hand.  You are moaning and your hand has begun to rub my cock through my dress pants very vigorously! Suddenly, we hear the words “HAND CHECK!” loudly and right next to us!  I pull away and look for the source of the voice and you drive your face into my shoulder as I am sure you are turning a shade of red to match your dress.

I see the waitress is the source of the “hand check” and she is laughing hard at our reactions and she expresses how nice it is to see a couple with the passion we do.  Slowly, you put aside the embarrassment and begin to join the conversation.   We discover through our conversation that she and her husband own the bar and her husband enjoys ‘Rat Pack’ era music, so they decided to try a few ‘Dean Martin’ nights but unfortunately they have not been a huge hit.  She excuses herself to tend to one of the few other patrons left and I suggest we take a spin on the dance floor.

Holding you close out on the dance floor is so special.  I enjoy how you feel pressed to me, how it feels to lead you slowly as we dance to some Sinatra.  While we dance we begin to kiss passionately and unfortunately for anyone watching my already poor dancing suffered more I am sure.  However, what those couple of older patrons left thought was the furthest thing from my mind as we both become wrapped up in our passions.  While we are kissing, I run my hands up and down your back and I so glad you are mine and you understand me, and I’m not able to control myself sliding my hands under then back up your dress to place them directly on your sexy ass.   I am sure those left in attendance now know how much I love to touch and squeeze your ass while we kiss.  Eventually, we are both dizzy with passion; I lead you back to our booth.

I am so filled with desire for you that as soon as we are seated again I quickly place my hand back between your legs and I am shocked when you don’t part your legs as I want.  “Spread your legs,” I say and your reply is not what I am expecting.  

“She is looking right at us, Daddy!  I don’t want to get into trouble” you tell me.  

“Relax, if she or her husband has an issue, they will just ask us to leave and then you will be giving me some road head quickly!” I teasingly yet seriously tell you and I am rewarded by the immediate spread of your legs and the soft, warm, wetness of my pussy upon my very greedy hand.  Very quickly and much faster than I am used to, you are moaning.  “You have been such a good girl today; I want you to be my greedy little slut for the rest of the night and if you feel you can cum, please do so.  However, remember my greedy slut does what her Daddy asks.”

“Yes Daddy, I will.” You gasp in a passionate reply.  

All of our kissing has left me longing for a sip on my drink we ordered so long ago.  Just as I slid my hand away from under your dress and your hand releases from my hard cock that you were alternating between stroking through my pants or simply holding on to like it was a handrail while I touched you, our waitress and man we had not seen that evening, are walking towards us.  I’m thinking that they are going to ask us to leave as I noticed how I had you positioned with your leg hanging outside the booth; someone walking by would have had a clear view of your pussy and my fingers working it over as your dress is pulled up revealing all your glories.

You haven’t noticed their approach, as your body gives a little shiver, your head is buried in my chest slowly coming down from my touch.  I adjust your dress so that only if someone is standing in directly in front of you will they see your pussy but by doing so, I have placed my hand so you will not be able to close your legs since I will apply the force to let my girl know what her Daddy wants.  I’m also not fingering you but I am slowly just petting your pussy.  Touching it so that it feels good but my touch is a driving, demanding one and is rewarded with a warm, soft moan from your lips.

You jump when you hear a male voice say “Good evening” and you try to pull your leg back under the table.  I must confess I am so proud of you!!  You recognized by my pushing back against your leg where I wanted it and you leave it in place.  The only drawback is your dress moved a little higher with your physical protest but I decide that I shouldn’t adjust it since you were the one who moved it.  The gentleman, who walked up with our waitress, introduces himself as Michael, Michelle’s (our waitress) husband as well as the bar’s owner.  I am thinking that where Michelle is standing she can see your pussy but since she isn’t said anything or moved I’m not covering things up.  Michelle set refills in front of us and returns to mind the bar while Michael starts chatting with us.

I invited him to join us and we enjoy our conversation with him.  He is very engaging, and to our surprise, he is not what either of us expects a bar owner to be.  While we chat with Michael, I still keep my hand up your dress, petting. Either he noticed and doesn’t care, or he is the typical man who misses the little details at times.  Whatever the reason, I’m enjoying myself and I know you are even though I am sure you are nervous.  While we are chatting, Michelle interrupts us to ask if we need a drink and we don’t as we have been talking and not drinking.  At this point, you do say to me “Daddy, I have to go to the restroom.” almost forgetting the sudden intrusion of the vanilla world into our night.  “Not at all and I hope everything comes out alright,” I say including the little joke.  

While you are gone, Michael and I chat about Deano some and then he teasingly says to me, “I thought you two were going to fuck on the dance floor or here in the booth!” coupled with laughter.  I teasing say back, we only do it on pool tables in public which caused more laughing.  At this point, you return and you look a mix of upset and a little confused in your face!  You say “Sweetie come dance with me!”   I turn to Michael and say we’ll be right back and get up to join you for a dance.

As I pull you close on the dance floor, I asked: “Are you okay?”  “NO, she told me I had a pretty pussy and I know she was hitting on me!  What KIND of bar did you take me too.” You demandingly say to me.  

“Well, she does know a pretty pussy when she sees it! And who was it that you think hit on you?” I inquire.

“Michelle, our waitress!  She was coming into the bathroom as I was going out!” you exclaim.  

“Sweetie, the position I had you in the last time in the booth and the way you moved when Mike said hello, you completely exposed your pussy so that where Michelle was standing she could see it.  And since I didn’t attempt to cover it, I guess you could say I was ‘fishing’ to have it complimented.”

You react to my last comment with a laugh and a kiss.  As we dance, I notice there is no one in the bar but the two of and the owners.  So as we dance I begin to lift the back of your dress exposing your pantiless bottom to the world.  Once again I am so proud of you for just accepting my will and not resisting my flashing of your backside.  After a few songs of dancing and exposure, I ask if you ready to go home and please your Daddy.  “Yes Daddy, take me home” you happily tell me.

One the way out, Mike stops us to say goodbye and thanked us for coming out and it is amazing how time can fly. Mike informs us that the door is locked since it is after two now.  So I teasingly say “Does that mean we can fuck the pool table” followed by laughing. Mike replies “Not on the table but you can bend her over and have her hang onto the side” with a chuckle but yet feels like a hint of seriousness to it.  

“Sweetie, did I miss something,” you ask me.  

“Yes, while you were in the bathroom, I asked Mike if I could take you on the pool table.”  You react with nervous laughter and blush.  

“Don’t worry it’s late and I’m sure that they want to get home soon sweetie,” I reassure you and that seems to calm you a bit.

And we start towards the door, Mike asks like a sheepish boy, “You showed her pussy to my wife and she says I can ask this, can I see it too?”  

“Sure, Mike I can do that for you,” I answer as I pull you by your hand over to a barstool almost directly under one of the lights in the bar.  I lift your skirt and then direct you to sit on the stool.  As you sit, I whisper in your ear, “Sit back on the chair and spread your legs wide for me.” “Yes Daddy” you softly reply as I begin to move to the side to allow Michael to see my most precious pussy.

“What did you say?” Michelle asks as she stands next to her husband who I notice is carefully staying about three feet back, with his wife’s arm around him.  It is a relief to see neither of them is trying to touch.  

“Um, I said….I said….”you stammer not sure what to say as your legs are spread, strangers are looking at your pussy and your thinking if you should say I said yes Daddy.  You are a bit overwhelmed unsure what to say…

“Okay sweetie, go ahead and stand up fix yourself.  We have to get home and Michelle, she has a pet name for me of Daddy.  So she said yes Daddy to me”. I explain.

Michelle says to us as we are waiting for Mike to open the door for us, “How cool is that Mikey! Are you two coming back for our next ‘Rat Pack’ night in two weeks?”

“I’m not sure….Think we could play on the pool table then?” I ask jokingly while holding your hand as we are about to step out into the night.

Michelle replies, “Sure if the two of us can watch the ‘game’ and one last thing, Mikey tell them the pet name I have you call me.  Mike once again looks a little, okay a LOT shy and says very softly what sounds like Mistress.

Michelle says very firmly and clearly, so we could hear, “What did you say?” to which Mike replies “I’m sorry Mistress I was not louder.  I call her Mistress”.

When I hear that it was like magic to my ears and I spin you around with me to face Michelle and I say, “How would you two enjoy just watching us play a game of ‘pool’ now?”

Mike turns and looks at Michelle as clearly, it is her decision to make.  She looks us over, smiles softly, and says “I would love to see how you two shoot, and don’t worry, we don’t play doubles.”

“Well sweetie, we don’t have to up early tomorrow, so why don’t we show them how we play?” and with a grin, you say “Yes, Daddy” with excitement in your face.  I love that you are an exhibitionist.

I guide you by your hand over to the area by the pool table and I carefully note that the door has been locked again and as I embrace you with a passionate kiss, I’m keeping my eyes open just to give a final once over to make sure that it is safe for us.  

As I am scanning the bar, I notice that Michelle is off in the corner with her back to us and then I see the lights softly dimming.  The bright “closing time lights” have been replaced with even softer light than before and Frank Sinatra begins to croon “Fly Me To The Moon”…

I step out of my black loafers feeling the hard floor of the bar under my feet and I debate having you remove your shoes but your pretty toes make the shoes just so perfectly, that I decide to leave them on you as surely Michelle will notice and even if she doesn’t, I have noticed and I love how your new shoes make your feet look sexy.  As we kiss, I break the kiss off and in a stage whisper, “Sweetie undo my belt and help me out of my pants”.

You kiss me again as your hands spring to life and make quick work of my belt and before I can think of where I should set my pants you have them unbuttoned/unzipped and have pushed your hand right under my boxer briefs and you begin to stroke me just how I crave.  As I let a slow moan go, you move to kiss my neck and hitting my spot all the while making sure your hand is moving on my cock’s spot as well.  You are doing this so expertly that I loan loudly and my knees wobble.

Following my momentary wobble, which I know pleases you greatly, I regain my composure and say softly yet loud enough for Michael and Michelle to hear clearly, “Help me step out of my pants as I want to show them how expertly you suck my cock.”  “Yes, Daddy” you reply and make sure to be loud enough to for them to hear.  It turns me on that you are into this as well.  

Before I can move to help you, you have greedily pushed my pants and boxer briefs down to my ankles, helped me step out of them, and then flung them onto the pool table.  You are kneeling in front of me and you place your hands upon my ass to use me as leverage and balance.  You begin to take greedily take my cock in your amazing mouth.

“Isn’t it amazing how she sucks my cock?’ I ask our two spectators as they lean against one of those bar tables that are designed to sit up higher than the normal.

“Yes, she loves to give her Daddy pleasure and she looks beautiful taking your cock in her mouth.” Michelle answers and then continues, “I hope you aren’t getting too excited that the game will end quickly.”

As soon as you hear that said, you pull my cock out of your mouth and while still holding it inches away from your face in your hand, you turn to Michelle and say in a very serious tone, “Michelle, I hope you both have a few hours, Daddy knows just how to play the game”.

I smile with pride at your comment and let a moan escape as you are flicking that spot on my cock with your tongue and judging by how you are moving you know exactly what you are doing, just like you always do.

After a few more minutes of enjoying both watching you and feeling you suck me, I need to be inside you.  That primal need has reached the point where I am no longer willing to just enjoy your oral skills, I MUST be inside you.  I gently stroke your soft hair and when I finally need to be inside my pussy, I firmly ball your hair in my hand, pulling my cock out of your warm mouth and bringing you to your feet.

Your eyes look directly into mine as I bring you up to stand and as I gaze into your eyes, all I can see if the look of pure animal lust and desire in them.  That look turns me on any time, however, tonight it fuels me deeper than it has before.  I smile brightly at you and turn you to the pool table and push you forward.

Your hands extend forward grasping the edge of the pool table and taking a great grip on the rail.  I move into position behind you and lift the red dress carefully and taking care to tuck it so that it will not come loose and spoil the view of our audience. I begin to tease you by sliding my cock back and forth against the warm, inviting wetness of my pussy.  I am rewarded by you pressing back against me as I caress your lips with the head of my cock.  Your pressure is your greed of wanting to feel me inside you.  I can evade the greed of your pussy and continue teasing you.

“Don’t make her wait any longer…” Michelle says from her new perch beside us about 4 feet away.

Suddenly, my sexy little brat exclaims, “Yes Daddy, don’t make me wait”.

With that comment, I pull my right hand back and firmly smack your ass check which makes a loud spanking noise that rockets through the empty bar and you push yourself forward following the admonishment of my hand.

Michelle’s giggles explode and she says “It’s good that you can keep your girl inline”.

“She longs to be my good girl but sometimes her inner brat can’t help it”, I reply as I thrust forward into my warm, wet greedy pussy.

A moan escapes from you that is louder than normal and I realize as I begin to establish our rhythmic pumping in and that you are very turned on by our watchers.  Soon I am pumping away, hands firmly grasping your hips and ass, just how you like and you are so wet and the air is filled with the sound of wetness mixed with the slapping of my balls against you which is completely blocking out the music that is playing from speakers above us.

“God that sounds amazing…” Michelle exclaims and is followed by Michael’s “She is so beautiful” compliment.

I thank them for their compliments and continue to thrust in a rhythm slowly forgetting they are there as I pull your face to mine and share a passionate kiss with you.  We are so wrapped up in each other, that it doesn’t matter we doing this in front of others.  However, it stirs our kinky soul beyond our normal.

“I need your cum Daddy….I NEEEEEEED it….PLEASE, DADDY, give me your cum” you say breaking the cycle of our sex noises while our audience quietly watches.

“Not yet, I’m not ready yet,” I say seriously.

“Daddy my pussy is sooooooo sore, please Daddy, I NEED IT!

I do not speak a reply but reach forward and awkwardly begin to try to pop your breasts out and after you let me struggle for a minute, you quickly reach up and help me expose them for our audience.

With your breasts now free, I pull you upward by your shoulders so that they can see and admire them.

“Her nipples are gorgeous” Michelle shares and Mike says “They are amazing, you are a lucky, lucky man”.

I do not reply but instead, guide you away from the pool table and I sit down at one of the chairs and guide you mount me.  As you are about to sit down and receive my manhood, I whisper “Turn around and face them.”  

Without so much as a mild protest, you turn around, facing them and sliding down on my cock at the same time. I know that having you in this state you will not be shy about allowing strangers to see your body.  

As you are riding with your back pressed against me our hips moving in our rhythm, that is getting more and more demanding, I push you up and off of my cock before letting you set back down on me but I do not push my cock back into you.

You are grinding you sexy ass that I own up against my hard manliness that is so covered in your wetness that I doubt we would need lube if I wished to take you in the ass, although I don’t desire it tonight.

I ask “Mike could you do me a favor and grab my phone from my pants pocket?”

As he moves in front of us to the pool table, keeping one eye on where my pants are and one eye on my sexy girl who has just received my cock inside her again; he steps towards me carefully leaving distance and hands me my phone. I press a few keys and call him back over while you are pushing against me so my cock is as deep as it can go inside you as I feel my tip grazing your deepest limit.

“Mike press this button and it will start taking a video of us.  Could you be so kind and kneel in front of us so you can capture my cock going inside.”

“I’d love to!” he exclaims and soon we are basking in the light camera light of my camera phone.

Although the camera light is aimed at our body parts that are united in erotic glee, it is so very bright and I blurt “Turn around and ride me so I can kiss you better”.

You rotate upon my cock and manage to keep me buried deep inside my lustfully driven pussy and plant a passionate kiss upon my lips.  Soon our bodies are united in an amazing kiss that lasts several minutes and our thrusts have grown in rapidity and desire throughout our kiss.

I pull away and deliver a firm spank to each of your ass cheeks while you grind yourself against me. And you begin to moan and grind against me with a driven purpose.  I can sense that you are approaching orgasm.  I say out loud in-between moments of kissing, “I want to feel you cum while on my cock….your orgasm will push me over the edge.”  

You look at me with the look that I love.  You are so filled with passion that to an outsider it would appear that there is anger in your eyes.  I know what you are seeking as your grind ever harder upon me. I feel your body begin softly shudder just a touch while those beautiful fingernails are digging hard into my back but there is no way I am stopping you since you in the throws of massive orgasm and feeling it upon my cock has truly made me realize that I will not be able to stop my urge to cum and your body is working so hard make it happen.

I begin to push you up and off my cock, so I can shoot my cum all over you, you look at me with your “possessed eyes” and with every ounce of your strength you force yourself down up me trying to push me in as deeply as you can. There is no denying that at this moment, all you want is to be filled with my cum.   Nothing else matters to you.  You are in a state of complete obsession.

I have to use more strength than I had imagined breaking from your obsessed clutches and in the process of pushing you up, I spin you to the right and although it isn’t my intent, I guide you to the chair immediately to our right.  I’m a bit more forceful than I wished to be but you were in such a state transfixed by your need for my cum that I had no choice but to be so powerful.

As you sit down in the chair, I reach down and grab my cock in my left hand, aim towards your breasts.  Before I can manage to stroke it twice, I explode covering your breasts and dress with my cum.  It was so intense that I nearly collapse onto you; however, I rock forward and fall on you as we kiss. As we kiss, I reach down and begin to rub my seed into your soft skin.  

After a lengthy kiss, we both come up for air, and while I had forgotten all about our audience.  Knowing that the throws of passion were over, I help you cover yourself the best I can and you probably could have done it much quicker had I not been meddling, but, I wanted to have a hand in putting you back together since I did bring on your undressing.

At that moment, I realize the light of my phone is still lighting us up the dim barroom and

I thank Mike for taking the video as I take my phone from him and stop the recording.  Then turn to help you up, but I find you are already up getting my pants off the pool table.

As we chit chat with Mike and Michelle, as we both get ourselves put back together, they complement our game and said it was the finest game of pool they have ever seen shot here.  We all share a laugh and as they walk us out of the bar, we are invited back “anytime”.

As with all of my writings, please see this disclaimer.

©TLK2021

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baby!michael, The Early Years - Headcanon

HEADCANONS FOR CONSTANCE RAISING MICHAEL IN HIS EARLY YEARS

baby!Michael though to young!Michael

Warning: Fluffy and angsty.

A/N: I was re-watching Murder House and it got me thinking about how bubba Michael was raised by Constance. What were the good, happy and bad times in-between what we saw? Completely my interpretation! 👶

(Gif by @langdoms)

Constance played baby Michael Mozart and Bach to help with his quick development. He learned how to walk at six months and was talking at just a year old. 

His first word happened when Constance gave him a kiss on the top of his head. Michael reached his little arms out to her, baby blues begging and then said as clear as a bell -  ‘more’. That was the moment he first stole Constance’s heart.

At one, Michael’s fixation (apart from giving his Grandma gifts) was the television. Constance could trip out wherever she wanted and leave little Michael glued to the TV, he’d always behave. But he would throw a tantrum if she tried to turn over the TV while he was engrossed in Sesame Street re-runs.

Little Michael was the perfect boy in public, but he’s super shy around new people no matter how much Constance pushes him to be outgoing. It’s different with those who do know him like Helen at the hairdressers, she calls him ‘cherub’ and Michael gives them his biggest, most beautiful smile that entrances everyone he meets.

She took baby Michael everywhere she went. The grocery store, the deli, hairdressers and everyone cooed over the baby’s beauty.

‘That one will be a stunner when he’s older Constance.’

He waits patiently while being doted on by the hairdressers, little legs swinging off the sofa as he keeps one eye on his Grandma and one eye on the Lego that was bought especially for him and him only.

Michael would always press Constance about where his parents were. Constance had decided when she first took Michael away from the Murder House that she would be 100% honest with him. When he was younger she avoided it, but Michael’s insistence soon made her crack.

‘They live across the road, but you can’t visit them till you’re much older,’ She said. Michael would look confused but not that bothered, ‘Why?’ ‘Because they’re damn ghosts, Michael. That’s why, now drop it.’

Michael knew his parents were dead, he was just gifted like that. He could sometimes guess what Constance was going to say, he could charm his way into getting his first Nanny to give him anything he wanted. Constance has never cried so much as when Michael skipped up, hugged her tight and told her that Addie sends her love.

‘How do you expect to conduct yourself among society when you can’t hold a damn spoon properly?’  

When he was three Michael stole a book from the local corner shop, but neither Constance nor the shop owner could find any trace of where it went. Though caught on the security cameras, Michael remained adamant that he had never touched it. But when Constance checked on him later that day Michael was flat on his tummy consuming every page of his stolen book.

Michael hates roses, why does his Grandma want to hide his presents? Those horrible flowers served as a bitter reminder throughout Michael’s life of how his Grandma rejected his love and buried it in the ground. 

‘In this house we use grammar properly and finish our consonants, young man. I won’t have you growing up a piece of trash.’  

After the Nanny was murdered, Constance invited Billie-Dean round to visit young Michael. The psychic took one look at him and shrieked, Michael started to cry as Billie apologised but said she couldn’t remain in the boy’s presence. Constance took Billie’s dread as confirmation of Michael’s greatness at first, so special and so powerful at such a young age. But as the death toll only increased as Billie warned, Constance resigned herself that her friend was right – Michael was destined for darkness.

Michael would always settle in his Grandma’s arms. If he was upset or cranky nothing could calm him down quicker than some lovin. As time went by and Constance began to withdraw her affections out of fear, it was harder to settle Michael. He’d beat his fists on his thighs demanding to be swept up into her arms, screaming till he was bright red and the television blew up. There was a month’s no TV ban for Michael after that.

The more powerful Michael became, the more Constance tried to leash him. She restricted his playtime outside and stopped taking him to the hairdressers with her, she stopped tucking him into bed. Michael would cry long into the night for his Grandma, while Constance blasted music till she fell asleep. She could no longer stomach raising someone who had turned out to be such a disappointment.

Once Michael aged, when he could tower over her in his new body, he began to challenge Constance’s rules. Michael would act out, smashing plates if he didn’t like dinner, stir up trouble and once even called the police on his Grandma. He tried to go to visit his parents at the house and was caught by the neighbours. Finally, Constance slapped him. Michael didn’t speak to her for a week, holed up in his room playing his video games and only eating meals when she shoved them at him.

Michael knew he’d gone too far the second his hands left his Grandma’s throat, that night in her bedroom. He never wanted to hurt her, why would he? He loved her, didn’t he? But he couldn’t ever do that to her again, not when he wasn’t in control of his own body. It was wrong to hurt people, right?

That night Michael made the decision to leave. He snuck off in the middle of the night with only a backpack full of belongings and made it across to the Murder House. He wouldn’t trouble her anymore he didn’t want to see her cry again because of him. Maybe, if he was so so good and left Grandma to her whisky and roses, one day she’d let him come back.

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Santa Baby - Chapter 8

DISCLAIMER: This nine part story is a Sam and Caitriona fanfic. This is a complete work of fiction and as such is an entirely fabricated tale created in my imagination.  I do not know the people in my story, nor do I proclaim to know anything about them whatsoever about their status or their life in general.  This is a complete fantasy story concocted from the Christmas song “Santa Baby” which was used as a prompt for my writing.

SYNOPSIS : Sam returns home after a whirlwind Outlander promotional tour to Australia and Japan and catches Caitriona singing in the shower.  She has visions of Sam dressing up as her “Santa Baby” for Christmas and everything that that might entail.   Based on the Christmas song “Santa Baby.” ENJOY!!!

Chapter 1  /  Chapter 2  /  Chapter 3 (S)  /  Chapter 4 (S)  /  

Chapter 5 (NSFW)   /  Chapter 6 (S)  /  Chapter 7 (S)

THANK YOU for reading my Christmas tale of the Heughan family. Please ENJOY the next chapter.

  CHAPTER 8

 12 months later…

A lot had happened in the Heughan household over the past year.  Not only had they settled down in their home in the highlands but they had finished the fourth year of Outlander set on Fraser’s Ridge. In many ways the story paralleled their own. They had been so happy in their home and now that they had their baby daughter life was blissful. Their little ray of sunshine, Isla Claire Heughan was born after a trouble free pregnancy for Caitriona. The birth of their child was the most wonderful thing that had happened to them. They both felt so much overwhelming love for this child conceived in love that they were over the moon that their baby was a girl. She had the most beautiful little chubby face and her hair was a gorgeous auburn colour. There were so many, many parallels in their life to the characters that they were playing in Outlander that it was only right that her middle name be Claire after Caitriona’s alter ego. 

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Wrapped up snugly in a woollen blanket Sam sat by the fire nursing his baby girl in his arms while Eddie rested on the couch purring happily in the warmth from the flames that created a cozy atmosphere in the lounge room. Caitriona was upstairs having some much needed rest and he was doing the night feed for their adorable offspring. Baby Isla had finished her bath and bottle and was now drunk on the taste of her mother’s breast milk. She had a euphoric look on her face that always made Sam smile … she was milk punch drunk.  Her little pudgy face contorted in a blissful milk stupor feeling as she nestled happily in her father’s arms.

Sam loved these bonding times with his daughter so much and relished the chance to talk to his baby girl and kiss her chubby cheeks, to hug her and gently squeeze their little one in his powerful arms. She was the most precious person in his life next to her stunning mother and the love he had for her knew no bounds.

Isla Heughan cooed happily as her father lovingly rubbed her sweet baby cheeks.  At a couple of months old she was just at that stage where she was observant of whom her parents were as she smiled at the man who held her so tenderly. Her little legs pushed against his chest as she rested in his arms gurgling and babbling happily on her full tummy.  Several little bubbles formed on her rosebud lips as she looked lovingly into her father’s mesmerizing eyes while he held her hand and softly spoke to her. She knew her daddy’s voice and her eyes fixated on his face as he spoke to her. She seemed captivated by Sam’s facial expressions while unconsciously learning about emotions and communication with those who loved her. Her father’s voice was soothing but when he blew raspberries on her tummy it made her giggle out loud and Sam laughed when he saw Isla’s adorable gummy grin bow her lips.

“I love you baby girl … so much that my heart swells. I will never let anyone hurt you or make you sad. Your daddy will protect you from all harm and make sure that no one makes you cry. We will go Munro climbing together and mamma can come too and we will show you the world. Your mummy and I love you to the moon and back and then into the universe and beyond.”

Sam tenderly placed a kiss to his daughter’s forehead then picked up the photo album that was lying on his lap to show her pictures taken since she had been born.  Nestling baby Isla so that she could see, he opened up the first page where there were several pictures of their little family.

“This is you Bubba … Daddy is taking you for a walk to the park while mummy had a long, long rest. You love going to the park and seeing all the children playing. Remember when we heard that little sparrow whistling and you laughed and laughed? Oh and we also took you to the SIDS marathon. Daddy pushed your pram with lots of other mummies and daddies there too. Do you like the photo mummy took? “

He looked at his baby adoringly and continued.  “And there’s mummy watching you play with the ball Granny Chrissie gave you and there you are in mummy’s arms. That was soon after you were born. You were the cutest little baby in the hospital… but I’m not biased one little bit … no I’m not.”

Sam dotingly stroked Isla’s chubby little cheek and she in turn answered with a smile that melted his heart all over again.

Turning the page over in the photo album once more he showed Isla photos taken in her Christmas hat and the family photos taken when they took her to meet Santa for the first time.

“Look at you Bubba.  So cute in the little red hat Granda Balfe got for you to wear at Christmas.  We couldn’t wait to see you in it.  Look how pretty you are.  Mummy is wearing a hat and so am I too. That was when we went to see Santa. You were such a good girl, you didn’t even cry.”

Sam held her sleepy eyes with his and showed her another photo. 

“Mummy bought you that Santa Baby T-shirt. She saw it on line and had to get it for you.  Don’t let your mother get you interested in the internet Isla. She spends all her money on line. Naughty mummy, but it has a special meaning for your mumma and me you see.  I knew you would look adorable in it and you are our special little Santa baby, because we love you so, so much. That is Eddie and Lion too. You love little Tiger the lion, he’s very special just like you are Bubba. He’ll keep all of those nasty monsters under your bed away from scaring you.”

Closing the album, Sam tenderly kissed his baby daughter on the cheek but her little eyes had closed and her cupid bowed mouth was smiling as she slept. Leaning down he inhaled the special smell that little babies had and his heart filled with immense unconditional love for their precious little angel.

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Caitriona had been blissfully observing her husband for a little while conversing with their baby daughter. Very quietly she approached where he was sitting on the couch and gently rested her hands on his shoulders kissing her love on the top of his head. 

“What are you doing honey?” she asked.

Sam looked up and saw that Cait was standing behind him in her night robe. He was surprised to see her but since having risen from their bed it was only natural that she had come downstairs to join him and baby Isla. 

“I’m talking to our baby girl darling and showing her the family album.”

Peering over his shoulder at their beautiful daughter she asked, “Did she like the pictures in the album?”

“Aye she did Cait. Isla remembers all of those being taken.”

“How do you know that Sam?”

“She was smiling and cooing and talking to me … that’s how I know.”

“Talking was she? And did she answer you?”

“Of course. She is quite fluent already in baby talk. ”

“Well that makes sense to me hon.”

Her husband was too adorable for words. He was besotted with their baby girl and she smiled at the answers he gave. Caitriona knew that Sam would be a wonderful, hands on father and having watched their interaction she was proven right. He was a fierce Papa Bear and their child meant everything to him. It was also evident that their precious baby was indeed a clever little possum. Cait kissed her husband, then their sleepy daughter in his arms before asking tongue in cheek.

“Does she have a dodgy accent?”

Sam laughed hearing this question on her lips. “Ah, yes. I remember saying that. Her accent is just right … isn’t it Bubba?” he cooed looking into his child’s innocent little face as she slept soundly in his arms   “She can speak Gaelic already and her Scottish accent with a touch of Irish is magnificent. She is the cleverest baby that ever was born.”

“Oh honey … I love you … so much. I totally agree. Our daughter is adorable. Anyone can see that.”

A proud father smiled at Isla and caressed her cheek gently with the pads of his fingers, “We’re not in any way biased are we Cait?”

“No Sam … not at all.  We are no different from any other first time parents; we are enamoured with our child. She is perfect in every way. She is the best of you and the best of me. We created the most perfect human being and we love her with all our hearts.”

“I just told her that babe … I told her how we would protect her, care for her and love her in all the ways that matter.“

Caitriona leaned forward wrapping her arms around her husband’s head and leaning over his shoulder looked at their baby snuggled in her father’s arms. Kissing the side of his cheek, Cait’s next question had a touch of mirth in it. 

“And did you tell her she would go Munro bagging with you.”

“Ahhh … I may have said something along those lines,” he replied a little sheepishly.

“Sam honey, you are incorrigible. I don’t think you will be able to climb those seven mountains in a weekend like you used to with little Isla and return Sunday night … no way will that be possible.”

“There’s no reason why we can’t all go Cait. There are special baby harnesses for climbing and we can do little mountains together.  The fresh air will be good for her.”

“Oh Sam… I do love you. Never change. If you want to go MIA for a weekend Munro climbing, then I will be left holding the baby … but I don’t mind really.“

"I won’t.”

“So are you saying that you are going to be the good cop to my bad cop?”

“You’re a wonderful disciplinarian Caitriona … you know I’m a softie. Isla will be able to wrap me around her little finger, just like she already has her tiny hand wrapped around my heart.”

“Oh, the power of tiny, baby girls over their daddies!”

Sam pulled Cait’s hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles, “Yep … I’m a sucker for this little girl who looks just like her beautiful mother.”

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Isla was the cutest, most adorable little cherub and the most placid baby ever to be born. Sam was not stating anything that was not true but she was the most stunning baby there ever was. No bias on his behalf … everyone said so and her mother was the most wonderful mother that she was always meant to be.  He adored Caitriona so much and every time he looked at Isla he saw only a miniature version of her mother. Cait had taken to motherhood like a duck to water like it was second nature to her. His wife was a natural. Having friends with babies the same age they would exchange dialogue about their offspring and the conversations between Laura and Cait were interesting to say the least and Ron had needed to set up a small crèche on set as Cait was still breast feeding and nurturing with their child. He loved watching her feed their baby. It was the most natural and wonderful thing to behold. At times he was a bit jealous of their connection but if Cait expressed her milk he was able to do the night feed and bath and those times were magical and were special bonding times with her daddy.

They had chosen the name Isla because they had found peace and seclusion on the Isle of Islay when they attended the Laphroaig 200 year’s celebrations last year. Their magical night on the island had resonated and the fact that Cait had gone incognito and they managed to have the most wonderful time there, it seemed a beautiful name for their child. They had returned there many times since those celebrations and Caitriona was convinced that Isla was conceived the last time they were there for the weekend and who could argue with their other half. Certainly not he. If Cait said that was where it happened then that is where it happened.

Their last night on Islay had been magical that’s for sure and as he held their daughter on his lap Sam couldn’t help but reflect on Caitriona musings as to Isla’s conception.

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"Penny for your thoughts honey?”

“I was just thinking how wonderful last Christmas was finding out that you were expecting our baby. Caitriona my heart swelled with a joy I couldn’t describe. The feeling was an all encompassing happiness and I was totally in love with this little bean the very moment you said the words.”

“I know Sam, I just couldn’t wait to tell you but I couldn’t over the phone when you were in Australia, I needed to see your reaction. I was so overjoyed and happy it was hard to hold it in. We certainly made everyone happy on Christmas Day with our news.”

“Aye that we did and now we have our gorgeous little cherub.  It is going to be a wonderful first Christmas this year.”

“Why don’t you put Isla back down in her crib honey?  I’ll be up in a moment. I’ll tidy up here first and then join you.”

Okay,” he smiled back placing a kiss to her lips.  It’s been a long day and Isla threw up on me so I need to wash off the baby vomit smell before I join you in bed.”

“Have a quick shower then, that should do the trick.”

Sam leaned into her space capturing Caitriona’s chin in his palm and staring into her eyes softly stroked his wife’s face with the backs of his fingers, “I think I will. Don’t be too long honey … you still need to rest.”

Cupping her hand over her husband’s and pressing it firmly to her face, Cait replied, “No … No you go on up. I’ll be there shortly.”

Sam’s eyebrow lifted as he gave his wife a little teasing smirk, “I’ll be … in the shower then, after I put Isla down.”

His blue eyes sparkled with mischief, unashamedly communicating that he didn’t expect to be alone for long. “You’ll know where I am if you decide to join me.”

He rose from the couch with their baby daughter cradled gently in his arms and made his way towards the staircase.  As he neared the stairs, Sam looked up and saw the mistletoe and signs that Caitriona had promised to put up this year. He smiled knowing what happened every time they were near those signs. 

“Cait … I’m under those mistletoe signs. Come over here and I’ll give you a wee kiss.”

“You know it won’t be a wee kiss Sam. It never is.”

“Yes it will … I’m holding Isla, what mischief could I possibly get up to?”

“Hmmm? … A lot.”

“Come over here then darling and we’ll put that to the test … or are you too chicken Balfe?”

“Never let it be said that I ignored a challenge Heughan,” Caitriona replied walking over to where her husband stood grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Their lips gently met and Cait felt her knees begin to buckle as Sam systematically deepened the kiss. Her response was to automatically wrap her arms around her husband’s waist as they kissed passionately while both cocooning their child in an embrace close to their hearts.

A little breathless, when they severed the kiss, Caitriona rested her forehead on Sam’s as she gazed into his sparkling eyes. “See … I knew that would happen.”

“Bite me then … I confess, I’m a liar.”

“I just might do that …”

Sam merely smiled enigmatically as he broke away and reluctantly headed towards the stairs. “I’ll be eagerly waiting for that payback. Don’t be too long, honey,” he called to his love as he retreated up the stairs with a sleeping baby daughter in his arms.

“I won’t. That’s a promise.”

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A little flustered Caitriona sat back down on the couch and waited a short while until she could hear sounds coming from their bathroom. The noise of an electric shaver echoed down the stairs and then she heard the sound of running water from the shower. The next sound she heard was Sam singing off tune to Michael Buble’s version of Santa Baby.  This made her chuckle as she thought of what had happened last year round about the same time, when Sam had come home and found her singing that very same song.

Santa baby, slip a Rolex under the tree For me I’ve been an awful good guy Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Knowing she had a small window of opportunity, Cait got up from the couch and hurriedly went up after him her eyes luminous with mischievous intent and biting her bottom lip in excitement.  She had planned to do something special for her husband to remember what had happened last Christmas Eve when Sam had pretended to be Santa Baby and she’d bought the CD for him as an early Christmas present.  He’d laughed when he saw what the song was that she had given him, but there was also an underlying eroticism in the eyes that were remembering what had occurred last year.  She had waited her moment over the past few days and given that it was Christmas Eve, it was her turn to turn the tables on her husband. The fact that Sam was singing the same song made Caitriona think he knew exactly what her motives were and was indulging her fantasies once more.

Having finished his quick shower, Sam was whistling along to the words of the song.  Steam had, as usual, fogged up the bathroom somewhat and he had playfully written his and Cait’s initials in a heart shape on to the mirror as he took another towel to dry his wet hair.

Santa buddy, a sixty five convertible too Steel blue I’ll wait up for you, dude Santa buddy, and hurry down the chimney tonight

On entering the bathroom Caitriona saw Sam wrapped in a large bath towel tucked into his waist that clung to his hips.  The sight of him left her quite breathless and transfixed to the spot where she stood. Her man was gloriously half naked standing there in his towel. The room was steamy but the sight of her husband draped in the towel with his dampened hair in riotous curls had her all in a tizz. Cait watched as some droplets of water trickled down his magnificent muscular back. She couldn’t take her eyes from watching the path of the rivulets as they disappeared into the rim of the towel caressing Sam’s hips. She watched as his back muscles flexed, and the sight of his chiselled torso and toned arms had her in a flabbergasted flummox.

Caitriona found it difficult to breathe.

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Think of all the fun I’ve missed Think of all the hotties that I haven’t kissed Next year I could be just as good If you check off my Christmas list

Sam immediately sensed that his wife had entered the bathroom even though he had not heard Caitriona’s soft footfalls on the tiles. He knew she was there but he hadn’t bothered to look her way and had kept humming along to Michael Buble. Feeling her presence in the bathroom was good enough so he decided to clandestinely play along pretending he was oblivious to her existence.  Lifting up his arms Sam ran his hands through his damp locks trying to tame them a little, but not with much success. As he did so the muscles of his back contracted and Caitriona was mesmerised by the magnificent torso of her hot, semi naked husband.

He’d felt her gaze as surely as if his beloved had touched him with her hands.

Cait’s eyes, washed over the man she adored, taking in the sight of him possessively. Trembling, she inched forward until she was practically standing behind her husband, then reaching out her hand she lazily traced her fingertips down his spine. She felt the ripples of his muscles contracting in reaction to her touch and she was thrilled knowing that this small gesture always caused the same effect. 

“What took you so long honey?”  Sam inquired huskily as ever so slowly; he turned around piercing his wife’s gaze with a look that had her nearly expiring on the spot.

Capturing Caitriona’s hand, he placed it to his chest right over his heart.  As he did so Sam was gobsmacked at the vision that was standing in front of him. His eyes roamed over her from head to toe for his beautiful wife was dressed in her Christmas version of Mrs Claus. She looked smoking hot with a shimmering body suit corset that clung to all her womanly curves and laced all the way down her back, just begging to be taken off slowly and meticulously. The Santa hat atop her head was the piece de resistance. His Cait looked sultry, sexy as hell and so delectable she made him salivate.

With seductive glances Caitriona’s eyes looked down and then back up to see her husband’s sparkling eyes examining her with a smirk on his lips. Sam was very pleased with himself. However, as their eyes reconnected his look suddenly changed. He captured her gaze with eyes blazing with arousal and burning desire in such a profound look that her insides melted. She could see that he was already somewhat aroused under that towel as his eyes glided over her body in her provocative outfit.

For her … time stood still with that look, and memories of last year’s Santa performance by her love suddenly came flashing back to her.  Cait wondered if she could possibly emulate his routine, for her insides were churning both with excitement and trepidation.

“I like your outfit babe … Did you have that on under your robe downstairs?”

“I did.”

“Oh, my god Caitriona!  If I had known that I would have put Isla in her downstairs bassinette and made love to you in front of the fire.”

“I was afraid of that … so…”

Sam finished her sentence, “You sent me up here to clean up knowing you intended to have your wicked way with me.”

“Well?  Maybe?”

“God I adore you woman. Come here.”

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